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niningtori · 10 months ago

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supermodel | part two

part one

pairing: choi beomgyu x you

summary: after finding out one of your closest friends sabotaged your relationship with beomgyu in hopes of having him all to herself, you end up spending a night with him. you may come to regret it when you realize beomgyu may not have been as innocent as he initially seemed.

genre: romance, angst, MELODRAMA, yandere, smut (MDNI!!!)

warnings: MDNI!!! yandere!gyu (super manipulative!gyu at least), more (justified imo) cheating, unprotected sex, oral (m. receiving), creampie, dacryphilia, praise, degradation, pregnancy kink, voyeurism (ig?), dom!gyu, sub!gyu, if i'm missing anything lmk

word count: 6.2k

notes: alright ;_; after much debate i'm reposting this probably only for a few days just so everyone who wanted to read can read it before i (probably) delete again! posting this made me feel rlly insecure for some reason but thanks to my moots and anons i feel a lot better ab it :) at least for a little bit. also, i know the direction may have taken quite the turn but this is genuinely just how it came out 😭 if you don't like it i'm sorry ( ཀ͝ ∧ ཀ͝ )

it’s hard to reason with beomgyu as he presses hot kisses down your neck, but it’s not like you’re not trying. you think you’re trying really hard, actually, but it’s nothing in comparison to the effort he’s putting in to make you lose your mind. you have no control over your moans when he sucks a hickey into your neck. you feel heat pooling in your stomach as he grabs your ass and snakes his other hand up your hoodie to catch one of your hardened nipples between his fingers. he’s finally tasted you and, like a man starved, he’ll be damned before someone takes away what’s his.

“b-beomie, we can’t! let’s go back to my place, at least,” you try to reason, but your resolve is weakening as you feel your pussy wetten under his caresses.

“shh, hana’s not gonna be home tonight,” he whispers. “just want you so bad, can’t wait.” he looks so earnest, you can’t bear to part from him. his puppy eyes look devastated, so what else can you do besides relent? and he knows it, too. now he’s got you.

he leads you to hana’s bedroom, where he’s spent countless nights listening to her talk about how much she loves him, has loved him for years. he wants to roll his eyes at this, but he doesn’t want you to misunderstand, so he keeps it to himself. he’ll admit, she really did pull the wool over his eyes when she said you didn’t like him, so he can’t wait to see her reaction when she realizes you two have finally figured it out. if she wants to play dirty, they can both try their hand and see who wins.

and it feels an awful lot like he’s winning when he sees you undress once again, body bare with traces of him on every part of you. even if he hadn’t marked you up so much, and he has, there’s still evidence of his impact on you leaking out of your pussy. you letting him come inside was truly unexpected, but welcome, nonetheless. he knows, when you’ve sobered up from your lustful daze, you’ll ask him if he’s ever fucked hana raw. you’ll probably cry again and rush to get plan b, but he’ll tell you he’s not stupid. he’d never fuck anyone without protection, especially someone he likes as little as he likes hana. he just likes you so much, he couldn’t help but want to feel you. you’re everything he dared to wish you would be. even better, actually, and now that he’s tasted you, he never wants to stop.

the feeling of wanting to be close to you reemerges when he sees you dropping to your knees for him. you fiddle with the zipper of his pants and he sighs when cool air meets his bare cock. and you're so perfect with your makeup smudged, hair in disarray, and mouth open, prettily presented for fucking.

you start with a lick of your lips and he’s already rock hard from the anticipation. you grab his base and tease little licks up and down his length. he never thought he’d be particularly into that, really, but you look so hungry for him it makes him whine. finally, you lick the precum off of his tip and he moans when you shallowly take in the tip of his cock, hollowing out your cheeks. you bob your head shallowly and it’s taking every ounce of self control he has not to grab the back of your head and shove himself down your throat. but he doesn’t want to hurt you, so he lets you tease him. for now, at least. you take more and more of him into your warm mouth until you can feel his tip searing the back of your throat. you can’t possibly fit all of him into your mouth, so you take the rest of him in your hands. you look up at him with watery eyes, almost like you’re asking for his approval, and his already thinning patience snaps. he grabs your hair and pumps himself in and out of you. you try to meet his thrusts with teasing swipes of your tongue, never once breaking eye contact. the combination of your gaze and the sight of your drool mixed with his precum dripping out of your mouth drives him crazy.

“baby, look, you’re drooling all over my cock.” you hum in agreement, but a nasty thought crosses his mind as he remembers that you almost went out with another man tonight.

“mmm, who taught you how to use that slutty little mouth?” he asks, riling himself up for reasons unknown. the thought of someone else seeing you like this is enough to push him to madness. he fucks himself into your mouth mercilessly. you’re coughing and slobbering all over his cock, but it’s only when hot tears pour down your face that he registers what he’s doing. how can he bear to hurt you? he pulls out and you’re gasping for air.

“shh, it’s okay, you’re okay. c’mere,” he coos, leading you to the bed.

you lay down shakily and he takes a moment just to admire your body and the work he’s done to it. he can’t control the want in his gaze when he sees your pussy dripping on hana’s comforter. it’s sick to see, in a way, but it excites him even more.

“turn around,” he commands, and you would, you really, really would, but your limbs feel so weak, it’s a chore. he sighs and roughly turns you on your stomach himself. he manhandles you into kneeling on all fours and it’s all you can do not to buckle under such force, but you can’t deny the way it makes your pussy clench around nothing when he does this. as if he can read your mind, he lets out a soft laugh as he lines himself up with your entrance and pushes himself in. you’ve obviously just fucked, but you’re still as tight and hot as the first time. slowly, he feels you stretch and spasm to accommodate his length – pussy gripping him like a vise. he shakes when he feels himself completely sheathed in you.

“g-good girl,” he praises. “so good for me.” then, without giving you another moment to adjust, he begins thrusting into you. his hips meet your ass and he’s awestruck by the sight of it as the tip of his cock kisses your cervix relentlessly. as he’s pumping into your heat, you don’t mean for your arms to give out from under you, but they do. he’s just fucking you so good you can’t help but feel weak. he chuckles at how you’re becoming undone after just a few strokes, but truthfully? he’s endeared. you were so brave in talking back to him earlier, but that attitude is completely gone as you lay there and let him take you over and over again.

“nghh… not so hard, beomie,” you moan.

“is it good, baby? i can feel you milking my cock. tell me it’s good, or i’ll stop,” he threatens.

“mmm, ‘s good! too good!”! you cry.

you’re so busy moaning out beomgyu’s name with your face mashed in the pillows, you really don’t hear the apartment door open and keys being thrown carelessly on the table, but as for beomgyu? he hears it all and it brings a mean, lopsided grin to his face. you’d think he would, at the very least, slow down, but he only rams harder and harder into you. the sound of wetness and skin slapping skin echo throughout the room. hana really wasn’t supposed to be home, this much is true, but what beomgyu didn’t tell you is that she had texted him saying her plans have changed and that he should come over. truly, he couldn’t have conjured up a better outcome than the one unfolding before him.

“beomgyu?!” hana shrieks. you’re so surprised you nearly jump out of beomgyu’s grasp, but he holds your ass in place as he continues his thrusts.

“don’t listen to her, just feel me,” he says in a raspy tone. and what can you do besides listen when he drills himself even harder into you? when you feel the veins of his cock dragging against your insides, you’re tuning out hana’s desperate cries, intentionally or not.

“coming inside, okay?” he, well, you would say ‘asks’, but it’s more of a statement of fact rather than a question. “take it all, baby,” he says as his hips begin to stutter. he smacks your ass — just because he can — and you feel it pulsate throughout your entire body as you clench around him, seeing nothing but white behind your eyelids as your release finally comes along with his.

you’re gasping for air when you finish. he carefully pulls out and watches as your cum and his mix together in the most sinful way. it’s a truly a sight to see, and if he had more time, he would be whipping out his phone and capturing the moment to revisit the next time he’s alone, but hana’s words are cutting into his bliss before he can fully appreciate the sight before him.

“b-beomie? w-what’s going on?” hana asks, tears streaming unabashedly down her pretty face. beomgyu is far too preoccupied to appreciate them, though, as he gently helps you sit up and thoughtfully wipes the drool and tears off of your face.

“‘what’s going on?’” he begins mockingly. “do you really need me to show you again?” he sneers.

meanwhile, you feel like a deer in headlights as you meet hana’s gaze. you feel dirty and small as you try your damndest to cover yourself up. hana’s soft eyes harden while she stares at you.

“you. you did this, you fucking slut,” she spits. you break your gaze and stare down at your naked body. you feel incredibly vulnerable because, as you already know, she’s right. you feel your eyes heat up with tears, this time from guilt and humiliation rather than pleasure.

“you’d better watch your fucking mouth,” beomgyu says, eyebrows furrowed and voice even deeper than usual.

“i just don’t understand. why? why her? and how could you do this to me? you said you loved me!” she shrieks, grabbing beomgyu’s arm. he harshly pulls away and instead collects your sweats and hoodie. you can’t help but stare. he said he loved her then he turned around and fucked you? oh no.

“well, i lied, if that’s not clear enough,” he shrugs, gingerly dressing you like you’re some kind of catatonic doll. and, right now, you might as well be as you let him do what he wants. his callous words don’t match his gentle actions and it’s making your brain short-circuit.

“if and when he does the same shit to you,” she says, looking at you with more hurt than you’ve ever seen on a person, “don’t you fucking dare come crying to me. or any of our friends, actually. just wait ‘til they hear what you fucking did.” you shiver at her ominous words. she’s right, after all. beomgyu dropped her the second you showed interest in him, who’s to say he won’t do the same to you? sure, he’s acting lovey dovey now, but you’ve seen firsthand how quickly his tune can change. you’re absolutely fucked. it’s your word against hers, and with the evidence of your betrayal seeping into her sheets, you don’t like your odds. you can’t help but stare at beomgyu, and, as if he’s reading your mind, he says his next words patiently.

“i love you. i would never hurt you like this.” he loves you now? you continue to look at him doubtfully. his words seem cheap after hana’s unforgiving speech, and he realizes he’s losing you when you don’t respond. hana doesn’t stop there, though.

“if he did this to me, i can’t wait to see what he’ll do to you,” she laughs. hana is, objectively speaking, a lot more of a catch than you are. and to the very bitter end, she won’t let you fucking forget it.

“shut your fucking mouth!” he exclaims and she flinches, as do you. you’ve never seen him so angry and it’s enough to scare you.

“... i should go,” you croak.

“yeah, you should,” hana ridicules. you do an incredibly shaky walk of shame as you quickly gather your things.

“hey, wait!” he pleads, but you’re already booking it out of the door. he goes to run after you, but hana grabs him forcefully by his shoulder and he spins around to face her. you slam the door, not wanting to know what kind of makeup sex they will probably be having relatively soon. as soon as you’re gone, hana begins.

“are you fucking crazy? her, of all people?!” she hisses.

“i thought i told you to watch how you talk about her,” he says lowly. his eyes are so intense, she’s momentarily stunned, but he’s crazy if he thinks that’ll shut her up. perhaps to her eventual regret, she says her next words.

“if i tell everyone, she’ll be fucking ruined. she’ll have nobody after this.”

“so?”

“so, stay with me,” she says softly, while, to his disgust, grabbing his hands and pleading with him. “stay with me, and i won’t tell anybody.” she looks as pathetic as a dog right now, and her words make him laugh in her face.

“tell them,” he says.

“w-what?” she sputters.

“tell them all. i want you to tell them how i fucked one of your best friends and got her pregnant. tell them how i fucked her raw in your own bed. go on, i’d love to see their reactions when they find out.”

“you’re… you’re fucking crazy,” she gasps.

“maybe, but not crazy enough to stay with you,” he shrugs. “i got what i wanted, i don’t need you anymore.” for once, she shuts her mouth. the puzzle pieces finally fit together and her jaw drops in awe.

“you did this on purpose?”

“maybe you’re not as dumb as you look,” he sneers, and with that, he zips up his pants and pats her cheek. “you were okay in bed, but that’s about it.”

her tears are falling, but that does nothing to mar her beauty. still, his heart remains unfazed.

“when she finds out, she’ll leave you,” she sobs.

“and who will she believe? her ex friend who’s out to get her, or me? the only person she has left? i’d love to see who she believes.” his words leave her in even more tears, but he does nothing to placate her. he just grabs his shit and slams the door behind him.

hana wastes no time in telling your friends about your scandal. your incoming texts range from “what the fuck is wrong with you” to “is it true?” to “you’d better not show your face to us again”.

you attempt to explain yourself, but to no avail. even if hana lied to you first, you committed the ultimate betrayal with a smile on your face. nobody wants to hear your sob story about your forbidden love with beomgyu. nobody, not even your best friend, dares to defend you now.

the one person who’s on your side has been texting you relentlessly, though. beomgyu’s insistence on making sure you’re okay does little to quell the uneasiness in your heart. hana’s words resound in your head. “if he did this to me, i can’t wait to see what he does to you.” you don’t want to give him that chance, but your resolve is weakening when you feel yourself becoming more and more isolated from the people you used to call your friends.

for days, you don’t leave your house except to go to work. where else can you go? you don’t have anyone to go out with you anymore. still, beomgyu texts and attempts to call you through it all. his messages are all about how much he loves you, how much he misses you, how much he needs you. how much he promises to make things right with you and how you’re the only one he’s wanted all along. more and more, you feel yourself slipping away. even though you never respond, you still sift through his messages and it’s enough to bring smiles, no matter how small, to your face. he loves you, wants you, needs you. who else do you have in your life to say things like that to you?

still, the thought of trusting him scares you to your bones. what if he does the same shit to you? you don’t have a support system anymore. you don’t have anybody to rely on when he inevitably hurts you in the same way. why wouldn't he, after all? you’re no match for the kind of girls who come his way. what happens when he gets sick of you and wants to fuck another girl in your bed? you’re stuck with these thoughts as you nurse a bottle of vodka, alone in your apartment with nobody but yourself. this is what you deserve, you think.

a knock on your door is enough to pull you out of your drunken haze. is it one of your friends? could they have finally gotten over their intial shock and disgust and understood that you didn’t mean for any of this to happen the way it did? you stumble to the door and you’re too drunk to even think about checking who it is before desperately swinging open the door. you are not met with the familiar face of one of your friends, however. instead, you see the face of the boy who’s been haunting your dreams for the past few nights.

“beomgyu?” he looks absolutely devastated, eyes reddened and wet with his face ghostly pale. he reeks of alcohol and he stands almost tremblingly. he doesn’t respond to you, just stares at you with the same intensity that entranced you from the very beginning.

“what are you doing here?” you ask.

“can i come in? please?” you’ve never been able to say no to him, and you especially can’t in his current pathetic state. you move from the doorway to allow him access and quietly shut the door behind him.

“what do you want?” you try.

“want you,” he sobs, tears finally flowing from his sad brown eyes. “all i want is you.” your heart aches when you see him like this. you thought hana’s reaction was devastating enough, but he looks absolutely wrecked right now, putting her despair to shame, really.

“i don’t know what to say,” you admit. “we fucked up, plain and simple. and i don’t know how i can trust you after what we did.” you’re not a victim in this, to be clear, but you’re far too vulnerable to accept the heart that he's holding out for you so carelessly.

“i know, and i'm sorry. i'm so, so sorry. what can i do to make you trust me?” he begs. your already soft heart softens even more at his words, but you have to be realistic.

“i… i don’t think i can. if you had just talked to me in the first place things could've been different,” you reason. this only puts the boy in an even worse state. he’s almost wailing now, and he looks to you for comfort.

“p-please, just please. give me one chance,” he cries, looking absolutely frantic. “i’ll prove it to you, just let me.” he reaches for your face and you didn’t even realize you’re crying until he swipes away your tears. well, you’re already going to hell. what’s the point in atoning for your sins now?

as if he can read your mind, he musters up a shaky smile before leaning in and giving you a chaste kiss. his lips taste salty, but sweet, and he’s kissing you with a passion you’ve never felt before. you almost believe him when he says you’re the only one. almost.

“h-how do i know you’re not going to do the same thing to me?” you ask unsteadily.

“i would never,” he says immediately. “i would never hurt you.” at least, not like this. but you don’t know that yet.

in the weeks following his drunken appearance at your door, being with beomgyu is even better than you thought it would be. it’s like a switch has been turned back on and he’s back to treating you like a princess, almost like the months since your “breakup” never happened. he randomly brings you flowers, showers you with kisses, and he can’t seem to keep his hands off of you along with declarations of love, which you never directly reciprocate. no matter how well he treats you, though, there’s an underlying sense of unease. you still find it difficult to fully trust him, and he can tell. it’s driving him to the brink of madness trying to come up with ways to show you how much he cares.

you’re in the middle of pensively reevaluating the nature of your relationship with beomgyu for the 100th time when you hear a knock on your door. at this point, you don't even bother checking who it is because you already know it'll be beomgyu. no matter how desperately you wish it were one of your ex-friends, you’re always met with his face, instead. you open the door and you’re shocked, to put it mildly. standing before you is not the beomgyu you know and (probably) love, but hana.

“we need to talk,” she grumbles. almost as if you’re possessed, you let her in without much fuss. is she here to rekindle your friendship? to tell you she’ll forgive you after what you’ve done to her?

“hana, listen i’m so incredibly sor—”

“save it,” she says, lifting her hand. “i’m only here ‘cause i have something i need to say to you. it took me weeks to come here because i don’t even wanna look at you.” you gulp and nod, genuinely anxious as to what she has in store for you.

“i’m just going to tell you straight up. beomgyu’s not who you think he is,” she deadpans.

“w-what do you mean?” if she’s talking about how he’ll eventually betray you, you’ve already thought of that. why she thinks this is news to you, you don’t know.

“listen to me, he planned this whole fucking thing.” what could she possibly mean by that? he planned to get caught by her? that doesn’t even make sense. “i told him i’d be home the night that i walked in on you.” your jaw drops in horror, but she continues as if she doesn’t notice.

“i think… i think he heard us over the phone and knew you’d be there before meeting with jay. he told me he wanted our friends to find out and to see who you’d believe if i told you. whether you believe me or not, i really don’t give a fuck, but it’s true. he said he got what he wanted, so he doesn’t need me anymore.” she chokes on her last words and you can't help but feel sorry for her, but that feeling is overshadowed by the feelings of anger towards beomgyu. you don’t think hana would lie about this. she looks so flustered and heartbroken, you don’t believe for a second that she’s lying just to rile you up. before you can reply, the door opens and beomgyu’s figure appears in your doorway. he has a smile on his face, but it drops lightning fast when he sees who’s standing there.

“what the fuck are you doing here?” he says with a scowl.

“i’m on my way out,” hana mumbles, pushing past him. he doesn’t even attempt to stop her. he registers the mixed emotions on your face and he can guess what she said to you without much effort.

“let me explain,” he says lowly, already heading towards you to placate you like you’re some sort of wild animal he has to coax. and you’re so angry, you might as well be.

“explain what? that you ruined my fucking life?” you spit. he flinches at your tone, even more so at your next words. “what i don’t understand is why? is my life a fucking game to you?” his face crumbles at this.

“n-no! never!” he sputters.

“then what is this? what’s your reason for planning for hana to walk in us? is this a kink or something?” he shakes his head frantically.

“you don’t understand, i just wanted it to be us,” he pleads. “i don’t like them. they’ll just try to take you away from me.”

“take me away from you? beomgyu, i’m not some fucking toy. i’m a person. a person whose life you fucking ruined for no reason!” you exclaim. you’re so frustrated you could cry, so you do. does he not realize how badly he fucked you over? “you promised you’d never hurt me,” you sob.

“i-i did it for us! they wouldn’t care about how we feel… they’d just take hana’s side without even thinking about it!” he argues, grabbing your hands. you want to pull away, but if you do, that means you’ll be completely alone.

“you didn’t even give them a chance,” you reason. “now it’s really over,” you say between sobs. “i… i could’ve talked to them, but you ruined it!”

“i just want you all to myself, is that so bad?” he asks, as if he genuinely can't understand why you’re so upset. he’s actually sick in the head.

“why?!” you ask again, ripping your hands from his grasp.

“because i love you,” he says desperately. “i just love you so much. i’m sorry, i’ll never do anything like this again,” he promises.

“yeah, you won’t,” you reply bitterly. “because i won’t give you that chance.”

“w-what do you mean?” he asks, lips trembling and eyes red.

“i’m not doing this with you anymore. this whole thing was doomed from the start,” you reply firmly. he shakes his head as if denying it with fervor will undo what you’ve said, tears now flowing freely from his reddened eyes.

“no, p-please,” he cries. “i only did it because i love you so much. ever since i first saw you, i only ever wanted to be with you. i… i know i fucked up, but it was the only way. believe me, please.” your already soft heart is softening even more as you listen to the desperation in his voice. he sounds so lost and scared, as if he really doesn’t know what he’ll do if you tell him no. you briefly wonder if he’s ever heard the words: “no, beomgyu. you’ve gone too far this time.” but as you watch him come undone before you, you don’t think you’ll be able to be the one who tells him no, anyway.

“i’m giving you one, and i mean one, last chance. if you fuck up this time, i promise you, you’ll never see me again,” you declare. you don't know what you’re expecting, really, but the sight of even more tears streaming down his face is not it. he grabs you and pulls you in his warm and trembling embrace.

“th-thank you,” he cries. “you won’t regret this.”

“i’d better not,” you mumble. even if you do, you can’t deny the way your heart skips a beat at his pure, unadulterated need for you. even if you do come to regret it, it’s impossible to look at him right now and say he’s not being sincere. he pulls away from you and hurriedly captures your mouth, and as if your next words will take back what you said, he seals them in your throat before you can manage to get anything more out. as the kiss becomes more heated, you feel something hard and angry poking into your stomach.

“already?” you tease. he actually blushes at this.

“can’t help it. need you,” he replies sheepishly.

“you need me, huh? is that why you’ve been so bad?” you ask, palming him deliciously through his pants.

“n-not bad! just love you so much, couldn’t stop myself.” your temper actually flares a little at this. you palm him more harshly and his breath catches when you do.

“really? but you’ve been so bad, i don’t think you deserve me,” you say menacingly, pulling your hand away. he audibly whimpers at this.

“no, no, no, please! i’ll be good from now on,” he pleads as he grabs your hand and begins to snake it under the waistband of his pants. you let him, but you don’t take his hardened length into your hand like you usually would. instead, you tease the sensitive area around it, even going so far as to ghost your fingers over his balls, but you conveniently avoid giving him any sort of friction or attention, so he’s gasping when you give him a mean and unexpected tug.

“p-please stop teasing me,” he cries, eyes so beautiful and watery. “i know i’ve been bad, but i can make you feel so good.” he’s right, in a way. you’ve never and will never feel as good as you do when beomgyu pumps into you and shoots his hot load in your pussy, but he’s deranged if he thinks you’ll let him have you so easily tonight. not after what he’s done.

“hmm, i’m not so sure about that,” you hum. you lead him to your bedroom as if he’s hypnotized. you haven’t even let him enter you yet, if you’re going to let him do so at all, but he’s already acting like he’s drunk on you.

“strip,” you command simply. without any questions or doubts, he eagerly takes off his hoodie and shoves his pants down, stepping out of them and closer to you. it’s sickeningly sweet to see how possessed he is by you. he tries to take your own clothes off, but you smack his hand away.

“bad boy,” you say, and he whines like a dog. “lay down.” he does what you say, lying completely exposed on your bed as he gives a few pulls on his throbbing cock. “stop fucking touching yourself or you’re not getting anything from me,” you add, and he whines even louder.

“please touch me,” he begs, cock standing all red and weeping.

“you don’t deserve it,” you shrug. you take off your pants and he leches at the image of your pussy dripping wet for him, and so soon. all he can think about is how warm it is and how fervently he wants to be in it. he thinks you’re going to sit on his cock, because that would be the most natural course of action, but all you do is lay next to him and pull something out of your nightstand drawer. a vibrator. are you fucking serious?

“no!” he begs, already knowing how this is going to go.

“you can take what you get from me or you can beat it,” you bite back. that shuts him up. he’s biting his lip, trying not to get scolded again, but he can’t help but whine again when you spread your legs and turn your vibrator on.

“ah,” you moan as the rubber tip hits your clit. “feels so good.”

“i’d feel better,” he insists, eyes widened and desperate like a madman.

“touch yourself,” you say in response. “i'm not touching that dirty cock of yours, so take care of it yourself.” he doesn’t need to be told twice. he immediately spits on his hand and begins to wildly jerk his weeping cock. he whines at the friction. you, however, are so lost in the feeling of the vibrations pulsating throughout your pussy, you couldn’t seem to care less about what he does. this only makes him whine even louder. he’s experiencing pleasure, sure, but the sounds coming from him are exaggerated and theatrical. he’s just trying to get a rise out of you. he just wants you to look at him, is that too much to ask?

you open your eyes at his petulant noise and say your next words so quietly, if he wasn’t paying more attention, he’d miss them. “kiss me.” so he does. the kiss is filthy and nothing more than the tangling of tongues, but that combined with the stimulation on your poor pussy is enough to make you near the edge.

beomgyu can tell you’re close, and his kisses become even more heated as he abuses his cock under his hand. he’s moaning into your mouth, showing you, in no uncertain terms, just how badly he wants to be in you instead.

“let me do it,” he begs. “come around me, instead. it’ll feel so much better.” his dirty words break you out of your trance and you annoyedly shut the vibrator off while tossing it god knows where. you tear his hand away from his cock and mount him, teasingly rubbing yourself against him, but refusing to put it in. he whines and pouts, but you’re far too busy trying to get yourself off to appease him. then, as if he’s possessed, he raises his hips and his tip catches on your entrance. you both gasp at his shallow intrusion.

“p-please sit on it, it hurts,” he asks rather pathetically.

“i can’t, beomie. you haven’t even fingered me yet — you’ll break me in half,” you say provocatively. he whimpers at the imagery. “and you've been so bad, how can i let you get what you want? you’ll never learn if i do that.”

“i’ve learned! i promise, i’ve learned! just, please, help me,” he cries, bucking his hips up and holding your waist so hard you’ll know he’ll leave bruises.

“mmm, i don’t knowwww,” you drawl.

“please!” and with that, you angle your hips and begin to sink on his thick length. the stretch burns and you can’t help but cry out as you feel your pussy enveloping every inch of him mercilessly. he’s in tears when he feels you throbbing around him, pussy stretching to accommodate how big he is. when you finally, finally take him all in, he can’t help but begin to fuck into you wantonly.

“b-beomie, slow down!”

“c-can’t! feels so good,” he says, tears streaming down his pretty face. he grabs your waist even tighter and flips you around so you’re lying beneath him. his cock continues to hammer into you and you’re seeing stars. his mouth is open, drool pooling out of the corners of his lips, and he’s moaning out your name like a prayer.

“pussy so good, so perfect,” he babbles. “missed this. missed feeling you like this.”

“i missed it too,” you admit.

“wanted you, wanted you for so long,” he continues. you don’t even think he knows what he’s saying, but you can tell he means every word. he reaches to your stomach and presses down where his cock is ramming into you. your eyes roll back at the pleasure that comes with the pressure.

“my baby could be in here,” he muses. “our baby.” this should scare you into sobriety, but it does nothing of the sort. you find yourself tightening even further at the thought of him breeding you like a bitch.

“i’ll take care of you, i swear,” he says as he thrusts so hard your head nearly meets the headboard. “i’ll give you everything you need. sh-shit, baby, wanna fill you up so good you feel me for days,” those words in addition to his sloppy thrusts are what send you over the edge. you clench around him and he hisses at how you’re even tighter than usual. you feel his thrusts become even more sporadic and he’s emptying himself into you unceremoniously. as he softens, he pulls out and you wince at the feeling. to your surprise, he moves down to your pussy and begins to lap up all of the cum like a starving animal. then, he pulls you in for one last nasty kiss.

you don’t know if you necessarily trust beomgyu, but it’s hard not to at least try to when he basically prostrates himself in front of you on a daily basis. he lets you walk all over him, really. if you call him, he comes running. if you’re mad or upset, he soothes you. when you’re being unreasonable, he reasons, anyway. you still haven’t heard from your friends, but you’re starting to accept the fact that you never will. he introduces you to his friends, and surprisingly, they actually welcome you with open arms. apparently, they didn’t like hana very much and knew beomgyu always had a thing for you. you’re not sure how to feel about that, but you’re flattered, nonetheless.

you call beomgyu crazy, and maybe he is, but he always says it's because he's crazy in love with you. you want to playfully smack him when he says such cheesy words, but you're starting to really believe him.

#supermodel #niningtori #beomgyu smut #beomgyu angst #beomgyu hard thoughts #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #txt smut #txt angst #txt x reader #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu hard hours #mdni #nini's hard hours

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daddysfangirls-marvel · 25 days ago

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Red Trio

Pairing: Peter Park x fem! Reader x Wade Wilson \ Spiderman x fem!reader x Deadpool

Wade would never admit it out loud, not genuinely, but he liked the way (Y/n) worried over him. Having healing and regenerative abilities, no one truly worried about his injuries, at least not in the sense of his well-being, more so in the realm of whether he can still function, whether he can still be of service, and how inconvenient it is. It was mean, but he liked the way she gasped, the way she jumped to treat each of his wounds, the way she sometimes wept when she cleaned his blood-stained clothes. It was mean, but he liked the idea that someone cared about his pain.

Of course, Peter cared about his injuries, too, but he didn't cry over them. He didn't treat his injuries with a watery smile of pain and adoration but a scowl of annoyance and affection. He was aware of Wade's limits and did all he could to ensure that he stayed within them and held him when the pain got too much. But sometimes, he wanted someone to cry over him.

Like right now.

Deadpool had a job that took him all the way to Korea, where he decided to imitate swish cheese and lose a fucking arm. His arm had long since grown back, but he was still looking like swish cheese on account of his being unable to remove the bullets. Actually, his skin healed around some of the bullets, so she was also having to cut some of them out of them.

He watched as she did so. Taking a scalpel to his torso, gently cutting, then picking up tweezers and pulling out a bullet. Placing it in a small bowl, he held with others. She presses on the cut until it heals itself and moves on to the next, all while tears gently flow down her cheeks.

(Y/n) didn't move or stop as she heard the front door open.

"Hey, baby Boy, welcome home," Wade called out as he watched Peter come in, slinging his bag onto the couch. He comes over to them and kisses Wade's forehead.

"Welcome back," he says as he takes the bowl from him and sits on the floor next to (Y/n). He kisses her shoulder but ultimately leaves her alone to work, playing assistant as he holds her bowl and hands her her tools.

While he liked (Y/n) tears, he also liked Peter's like thereof. (Y/n) was gentle, with a soft voice, steady hands, and open emotions. Wade needed to be cared for in her eyes. Peter didn't weep. He was gentle, but he was also stern, with steady hands and controlled emotions. Wade needed to be held responsible in his eyes.

Wade Wilson was a trained mercenary with many skills and knowledge. He was able to perform as a mercenary and remain alive with less frequent injuries before gaining his regenerative abilities for several years. Plus, some of the injuries he got were honestly ridiculous and could have been avoided with just a bit of self-preservation. (Sometime Peter thinks he exchange for his abilities.)

He did his best to remind Wade he didn't need to hurt himself to be worthy. They liked him more without the extra holes and missing limbs.

Removing that last bullet, (Y/n) finally wipes her tears, not caring for the blood on her hands. " I can call your suit guy tomorrow," she said as she picked up her supplies.

" Don't worry about that. I made so much dough at the last job. I'm going to be lazy for a little while."

"No, you're not." Peter quickly said, " I'm not going to let you sit around and turn this house into a pigsty."

"What?!" Wade placed a hand on his chest mockingly. "I would never."

(Y/n) and Peter just rolled their eyes. " How about you two go take a shower and I'll start on dinner."

"Wonderful idea, darling. I need to wash off all this blood. Who knows where it's been." Wade says as he skips to the bathroom.

"We love that man," Peter said with an exhausted smile.

"Yes, yes, we do." (Y/n) said, " I'm going to make him chimichangas."

"Are you sure? You just got off an 18 hour shift." (Y/n) was currenting doing her medical residency often pulling 24 to 16 hour days.

"And you just got off an early morning patrol and 6 hour shift with a shitty boss. Speaking of, do you have any injuries for me." She steps forward wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I scared an old lady so she hit me with her purse, gave me a bruise. Although she got me yogurt to say sorry. My day was uneventful, I can make dinner."

"Lies, I saw that building fire. You saved those people. I'll be fine. Tell you what, I'll make your favorite tomorrow, Homemade Pizza. How does that sound?"

"I don't know how I got you, What I did to deserve you" She giggled and gave him a kiss.

"Go join Wade in the shower. Make sure I didn't miss anything please." She waved him off and moved to started dinner.

"Yes, ma'am" he salutes her as he made his way to their shower.

"NO SEX."

Peter laughed as he heard Wade's cry of despair.

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mllemaenad · 17 days ago

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See – this is what I missed from Veilguard. Most of Dragon Age is in a constant conversation about power and leadership. If this is your first playthrough, you won't know any of this is important yet. But the main point of Ostagar, beyond setting up the tragedy, is to give you an opportunity to meet all the major players. Because eventually, you're going to have to solve Ferelden's political crisis.

You can see that Cailan's bonhomie is likely genuine – but it's also a political tactic. His father, Maric, also knew how to bond with his subjects. And a tendency to run back into danger to rescue imperilled footsoldiers, while not perhaps tactically sound, was a solid way to win the love of the people who supported him during the rebellion.

But Cailan is is clearly not taking the darkspawn threat seriously. It doesn't necessarily matter if it's a "true" Blight or not: evidence suggests quite a lot of darkspawn are coming their way, and they need to take steps to deal with that. He's not necessarily stupid, but he has no real head for these kinds of tactics.

Loghain is established as the tactician. Everyone knows he's the brains of this outfit. Thing is, he'll tell you himself he thinks this situation is already well and truly out of control: "Pray that our king proves amenable to wisdom, if you're the praying sort".

It's not even that Loghain is rude, or more remote than Cailan; honestly he's incredibly polite, given that Seanna just summoned him from his tent because she wanted to see what this guy looked like. But Loghain will do what he deems tactically sound. He'll do it even if it means getting people killed who do not deserve to die.

And Alistair, there – well, at least as far as this goes, he's an excellent mix of both. He's clearly got Cailan's good humour (and once you know they share a father, that tracks), but he's also very clearly a thinker. There's plenty he doesn't know about the Grey Wardens because he's new, but he has absolutely done the reading. And he's sceptical where something smells like bullshit, and well aware of the political machinations going on around him.

The problem of Alistair is that if you suggest that he use those talents in order to be in charge of something, he will stick his head in the sand and yell I CAN'T HEAR YOU until you give up and go away.

Anora, of course, needs to wait a bit to make her case ... but we'll get there.

You can absorb all the things these people say and do, so when the moment comes, you can make the choices you believe are right for Ferelden.

And look, yes, I'm still mad about this:

I'm partly mad because, while I recognise that I would have got to participate in this decision if we'd saved Minrathous, that makes no bloody sense.

While I'll be the first to admit I'm not Inquisition's biggest fan either, I will give them this: when they say you can only choose to go to the mages or the templars, it is because you are taking sides in a conflict between those two groups. You can't reasonably rock up to both and say "Hey, want to be allies?" Moreover, it's not simply a matter of losing content from the choice. You get different content as a result of that choice. Samson or Calpernia, depending on where you went.

Minrathous/Treviso is specifically not a choice. You send teams to both. Immediately. Both cities are under threat and you divide the team to deal with it. The game simply makes it so the team containing Rook is successful, and the other team isn't. Absolutely nothing of note happened there.

And, despite some initial griping, we are still definitely working with Ashur and his Shadow Dragons. That relationship still exists. There really isn't any good reason to not have a quest here, except to artificially force re-playability without producing new content.

But honestly ... it's not even that. I'd probably have picked Dorian anyway, so it's not like I'm sour at not getting what I want. It's that ... this is probably the most politically significant decision in the entire game, and that screenshot above is the first I heard of it.

There's a solid argument to be made that, if the south is as badly off as the Inquisitor says, Tevinter is once again the major world power. The capital took a bit of a beating in the endgame, sure, but that was brief and explicitly solved at the end. The rest of Tevinter seems ... pretty much fine? They're no longer at war with Par Vollen, because Par Vollen doesn't have an army anymore. Orlais seems to be down for the count.

Now, there are other potential contenders (Nevarra seems to have weathered the crisis pretty well, and some of the Free Marches still seem to be standing ...), but Veilguard won't talk about politics unless you put a gun to its head, so who knows.

Tevinter is the big political player up for grabs ... its leadership could mould the next age ... but it doesn't come up. Regardless of who makes the decision, it should matter!

If I've got to the end of a Dragon Age game, and I don't know who is running the country I'm currently standing in ... something has gone very wrong.

#dragon age #dragon age origins #dragon age veilguard #veilguard spoilers

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stromuprisahat · 9 months ago

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The climax of Malyen's two-person blame train

Siege and Storm- Chapter 18

Starting here, I've analysed Malyen's outburst about losing Alina to her importance. I've saved the end for new post, because Aleksander gets dragged in the middle of it, and uses it accordingly.

Ironically, his tantrum only makes Alina feel so lonely she unwittingly reaches out to Aleksander.

And he turns it against her, slightly twisting the facts she doesn't know how else to interpret.

Why is he immediately offended?

Alina's obviously struggling with something, why isn't he worried FOR her? Why only bark "What?" and draw conclusion she's somehow treating him unjustly? They've just discussed she has a lot on her shoulders, but when she doesn't melt as soon as he kisses her, she's rejecting him?!

Even his body language is aggressive.

How can someone, who claims he ~cares~ about Alina as a person, jump to conclusions so quickly?! And force their view, as if they already agreed on it.

He only cares about how will he look if she dumps him.

Reading it over and over- All the time I was standing there, going on like a fool.- the wording makes it sound as if he weren't speaking just about his declaration, but more generally.

Cunty cunt pokes the wound while fresh, entangling it with his own words to make sure Alina remembers he's always right.

Another unfunded conclusion.

It's funny how it's always Alina unable to control her pussy. It never occurs to him she might realize he sucks and dump him without another man involved.

... hoping that you’d miss ME enough to tell them all to go to hell. "Supportive" boyfriend, hoping his girl will get sick of her duties enough to abandon everything AGAIN, and run off with him, because nothing matters more than him.

*giggling*

He just can't shut up, can he?

(Where else isn't he able to shut up?)

Alina finally finds the courage to tell him about her hallucinations, and Malyen demonstrates, why was she reluctant to tell him in the first place.

This is one of many reasons, why I don't believe Alina's "happy" post-R&R. The only close person she has left is Malyen, who:

a.) Hated her being Grisha, so how could he ever get even close to getting a whit of understanding of what was taken from her.

b.) Hates the Darkling being as much as mentioned. He has no clue what's binding him and Alina together, and never wants to hear about any of it.

c.) Just the fact he basically calls Alina Darkles' whore, and a month, two later it doesn't occur to him she might still harbor illicit feelings for him.. there's a new guy, right?! She totally forgot about that first one...

And he doesn't even let her finish a damn sentence.

He doesn't care what's wrong. He doesn't care what's going on. He doesn't care about Alina's feelings. She didn't fall over his neck, all excited, wet and willing, so she doesn't want him. She's just leading him on. Humiliating him... HIM, HIM, HIM...

Funny, how Alina's either whore, or a pathetic inexperienced virgin (derogatory, if you didn't notice), depending on what's easier to shame her with.

And Alina takes all the blame and necessary work on herself.

Alone, she falls apart. Shaky not only due to her duties, but lacking support of the only person she lets close.

Awww, when they comfort the other...

No, but I think this is genuine. On one hand Aleksander wants Alina for himself, but he also realizes the amount of pain she'll have to weather as long as she feels "so strongly" and clings to people, who can never understand her. Or in SOMEONE's case don't even want to.

#Grishaverse #S&S Chapter 18 #Alina Starkov #The Darkling #Darklina #The Tether #Malyen Oretsev #Zlatá Malina #Alina and the Darkling’s interactions #grishanalyticritical #self centred and paranoid #Siege and Storm #Grisha trilogy #V #books #quotes #Leigh Bardugo #anti Malina #anti Mal

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louisaland · 1 month ago

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SVU Season 18 thoughts

It will come as no surprise that I am more and more charmed by the lovely Sonny Carisi!

A post on here ( talking about how he definitely brought Barba Italian treats to say thank you for letting him shadow him/sit in on his legal prep) and described him as a golden retriever in human form, which is 100% accurate!

He is gentle with victims, tough with suspects and even if he is angry, he keeps it under control ( no lockers have been harmed by his fists so far, which is good). I particularly love how he takes care of his colleagues.

He can tell that Amanda is internalising everything she’s feeling about being a bad mother when the little boy is kidnapped by his nanny ( really did not see that one coming, and, as someone who works in childcare, it upset me as I could never do that!). He knows exactly what to say to Amanda and offers practical care in the form of food and trashy reality TV.

In the hockey team episode, you can tell they come from very different homes and have had very different upbringings. Amanda has lived through her parents’ unstable relationship, that was probably full of physical and verbal abuse, while he was raised in a supportive, affectionate environment with two parents who loved and liked eachother and still do. It is implied they were financially stable, as he claims he just asked his mum for 400$ for university supplies a few days before he started. I get the impression Amanda did not have that, and that her parents prioritised their addictions rather than putting food on the table or providing for education. There were probably some raised voices (80’s/90’s big Italian family is probably going to be a bit loud sometimes) and minor disagreements, but they all genuinely seem to like eachother and are fairly close. So he thinks the mum should just leave with the kids/go to the police and she knows it’s not that simple.

Carisi and Rollins really understand eachother well, and work super well as a team, like a much calmer and healthier version of Olivia and Elliot. They truly are really good friends, which explains how she can tell that his Bobby Bianchi story was true. Poor bullied Sonny! I imagine he was tall, probably on the thin side ( in spite of eating his body weight in pasta/pizza/canneloni, I reckon). It explains why he has so much empathy for victims and tries to help everyone in any way he can.

I think Amanda is incredible too! She’s a great cop, a good friend and an excellent mother, but she struggles with being vulnerable and asking for help. The storyline with her sister would have been a perfect opportunity to have Liv contact Kathleen Stabler to give Kim some advice/guidance, who I can see being in the mental health field in some capacity and/or a rape survivor counsellor. I miss the Stabler kids, it was always interesting to see how they coped with their dad doing the job and how it impacted his relationship and interactions with them.

Olivia keeps losing her romantic partners, I was very sad for her when Tucker left her, but I also thought he was still married ( or separated, at best) so maybe it worked out how it should.

I really like Olivia and Fin, they are two characters that I have really become attached to over 18 and 16 seasons respectively. The show would not be what it is without Ice-T, who was only supposed to guest star for a few episodes while Munch got a new partner. But those two are one of my favourite partnerships, with their penchant for snarky comebacks and teasing banter. On paper it sounds like a disaster, as the characters are very different but the actors and the writing really made it work.

#law and order svu #sonny carisi #fin tutuola #olivia benson #amanda rollins #john munch #elliot stabler

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minijenn · 6 months ago

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If you had written it, what would've been your favorite moments from the stonemason arc?

Oh man there's like... so many little moments, but here are some of the bigger ones I had in mind (in mostly chronological order, across the entire arc and even beyond it with stuff tied into it):

EPretty much any confrontation between Dipper and Yellow, especially earlier on when he still has some fight in him

Dipper's initial reaction to losing his arm ahahahah oh no plus adjusting to it being gone (he'd lose it pretty early on into the process)

The slow development of the bond between Dipper and Amber, Amber realizing this human isn't like the zoomans she's dealt with before and coming to genuinely care about him and feeling grief when she realizes she can't bc she's too afraid of being found out and shattered

Bouncing off of that, the two of them bonding as Dipper tells Amber about all his friends and family back on earth, bittersweet af bc he misses them so much

The HBO playing off each other in general, especially Hessonite and Amber, there's a lot of... tension there.

The slow burn effect of Dipper's deteriorating mental state and the impact the conditioning/brainwashing is having on him as he realizes he's losing himself to Yellow's control

Bill was gonna show up and "inspire" Yellow's methods with some fucked up ideas of his own because of course he would, he'd be delighted to see something like this happen to "Pine Tree"

White was also gonna be involved, totally aware of Yellow's little "pet project" and joyfully supporting it, giving her the idea to use the song to control her new assassin effectively

Tied back up into Bill's involvement, he was def gonna give Dipper some nightmares about being back home but being unable to reach Mabel, Steven, and so on bc of what's happening to him ahahah fuck

THE moment when Dipper finally becomes Stonemason christ it would have been just So Much

Stan and Ford's reactions to Steven and Mabel coming back to Earth without Dipper. Wooo boy

Lapis' initial reaction to them coming back without Dipper. WOOO BOY

Fuck, Pacifica's reaction too jfc pain all around

The Gems and the Stan twins basically being at each others throats the entire time Dipper is gone bc christ there would be so much blame being thrown around

Steven just being... insanely guilty during the entire arc, especially once Stonemason is unmasked (more on that later)

Kevin Party would have had a scene where Mabel reunites with Gabe Bensen (puppet guy from Sock Opera) and basically explodes at him when he tries to flirt with her, bc whoops she still feels guilty about Sock Opera even a year later esp now that Dipper is gone/potentially dead

Oh yeah the fact that nobody even knows if Dipper is dead or alive during the entire time he's gone oop

Jungle Moon was gonna see Mabel seperated from Stevonnie, basically lost on her own until she's briefly captured by none other than Stonemason, recently deployed from Homeworld to track down "Rose Quartz" and shatter her; that entire subplot would have been somethin else bc Mabel has no idea who her captor is and the irony that its her brother and neither of them know it? woo baby

The scene where Stonemason is finally unmasked, the reactions to it... lord (it would have been a cliffhanger ending aahah), also bonus points bc Mabonnven was gonna be the one to unmask him so its basically the MK vs the one they thought they lost oh fuck oh no

Literally every encounter between Stonemason and the Pines and Gems after that, incredibly tension filled and upsetting hahah

Scenes of Stonemason on his own, showing signs of Dipper slipping through the cracks of the conditioning more and more as time goes on thanks to all of the encounters Stonemason has with his friends and family getting through to him

Stonemason vs. Maven. Nough said

Steven using his dream powers to finally find and communicate with Dipper inside his own head; it'd be kinda like that one bit in Dimensions but hhhh ya know even more gay and fucked up

Yellow would have had Stonemason attack Gravity Falls to lure "Rose" out; he's unmasked the entire time so that basically instills a lot of fear and mistrust in the townsfolk toward Dipper later on (more on that later)

Basically a redux of this oneshot I wrote a long time ago

The gang finally successfully capturing Stonemason

Steven and Mabel going inside his head to rescue Dipper, encountering Stonemason who tries to stop them; Dipper overpowering him and taking back control of his mind and body

Everyone's relieved, overjoyed reactions to Dipper finally being back golly

Dipper having to essentially get used to living like a human again (bc on Homeworld he didn't actually get food, he got "nutrition suplements" instead and Stonemason's armor probs had something in it to make sure he didn't need to sleep I don't fucking know) so ya know, adjustment period angst

Also Dipper adjusting the metal arm, not knowing how to control its strength at first, being upset that he has it and that it can't be removed, ect.

Townsfolk being angry and accusatory towards Dipper for the destruction Stonemason caused in town; surprisingly enough, Gideon of all people would have stood up for him, bc he understands what its like to have essentially an entire town turn against him too

Raising the Barn being so much more fucking devestating because Dipper begs Lapis to take him with her bc he's so scared of Yellow finding him and controlling him again; Lapis says she will, but ultimately doesn't (both because she doesn't want to take him away from his family so soon after they got him back and because she's worried Yellow might be able to track him through the arm)

Steven being ridden with guilt to the point that he considers making a deal with a certain dream demon to undo all this shit hehhehe

All that ^^ culminating with a Stepper appearence when Dipper assures Steven that he doesn't blame him for what's happened and still cares so much about him

There's a TON more but those are the standouts I have right now. Gotta keep all these fresh in my mind because I may actually end up writing this out after all. Just cause.

#be a shame to let it all go to waste #universe falls #uf2

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acheronist · 1 year ago

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I am reading The Goldfinch. I'm where he just started hanging out at the furniture/antiques place regularly. It's written well, it's holding my inerest, but I don't yet see what all the fuss is about. So not as a criticism but in an effort to appreciate something I might be missing, why is it a book you love?

well.

donna tartt is one of my favorite authors anyways. I think she's a spectacular freak and her storytelling skills are exceptionally good and i've read as much of her work as i can possibly get my little hands on!

but for tgf specifically, the narrative being soooo so so centered on personal emphasis & meaning being bestowed upon specific artworks despite them being very unpersonal objects (after they get out of the artist's hands, that is,) in stark comparison to the way that art that can belong to/be seen/be consumed any random fucking person alive in the modern age has been the only existential buoy in my life for a very very very long time. in my lowest times, instead of killing myself i go stand in art museums and think about how much love and creativity is innate in humanity despite times of crisis and war and disease and all of the fucking agonies and everything going wrong and having no control over it. ha ha. it's always been a balm to me, to remember that there is goodness and love preserved in artwork, and that artwork is tougher and longer-lasting than you'd initially think, and that it's always there waiting for me to come back to it and see it in a different emotional state to find new meanings in it. this is the same as how theo thinks about the painting thru different times in his life!! going from needing it desperately as a connection to his mom, obsessively as a comfort, and then reviling it for being a representation of his life's biggest trauma and yet still tending to it and caring for it, to the heartache of losing it and the relief of retrieving it with the one person who genuinely loves him as an act of devotion and apology for a previous betrayal....all while navigating how systems in power are neglectful and uncaring and capitalistic. it's all just So Much To Me.....

and I know the middle chapters where theo just goes on and on about the intricacies of antique forgery aren't as fun and sexy as the vegas chapters with boris (underage drug abuse and gay sex WHEEEEEE) OR the actual criminal chapters at the end (mysterious borderline-noir criminal heist slash subtextual romcom), but they're soooo so poignant to me. because in my own little life, curating the art and music around me and finding beauty and importance and symbolism in these subtle things is a vital central axis that i need to have, much like i need a nice bed or a good meal or a glass of clean water. much of how i cope and navigate the world is very deeply focused around art & art analysis, and I think the only other book i've read that articulated that sort of feeling quite as eloquently would be john berger's way of seeing, which is an academic and analytical text. but i just love fiction so much, so to have tgf as the extremely emotional fiction option to go along w my nonfiction art thesis books that are tonally very prim and objective and well organized..... DELICIOUS. i love it. and i love a fictive narrative built upon tragedy. i love works that call back to each other in conversation, and stories that cannot exist without the foundation of Something Else Existing A Millennia Prior. i love comparing works and establishing what makes them similar or different but how they approach the same themes. and i love to see characters (THEO. boris. pippa. hobie. andy.) that i can identify with who struggle with similiar problems i have, because it makes it easier for me to get thru my own life. this isn't groundbreaking reasoning though, that's just how every human alive consumes art and content. of course we look for ourselves in fiction. of course we as individuals want to find things that we relate to.

and also in a purely self-indulgence way, I also looooooove it when media is unbearably long and i can get completely entranced and study it closely and always be able to find new details that throw the whole story into a completely new light, which I think tgf does very well because it's almost 900 pages LMAO. every time i reread it there's a new nuanced angle for me to think about actions and thoughts leading into consequences and i just eat that up every single time.......

but despite all of this i do recognize that tgf is not everyone's cup of tea. like it's genuinely one of the most meaningful texts in my heart but i completely understand how it can be long, and boring, and melodramatic, and a bit insane, and convoluted, and pompous, and not worth the time to get from cover to cover.

but it is worth the time. to me.

#tgf

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hollowwrites · 2 years ago

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Crossed Wands Headcanon

I like to think Crossed wands isn’t that exclusive Lucan is just really strict and kicks people out a lot. I also had so much fun writing Crossed wands stuff in my Ominis x MC fic wanted to explore what other students fighting style would be.

Ominis, Sebastian, Leander, Garreth, Natty, Imelda, Poppy, Anne, Lucan

Ominis

He tried out because Sebastian begged him.

The most graceful duellist you would ever lay your eyes on.

Never misses. Never loses. IF you are lucky and get even a single hit on him, he goes FERAL. He is a naturally talented wizard due to his Slytherin blood so he will OBLITERATE anyone who tries it.

Is the only known ‘member’ other than MC to have beaten Sebastian.

Didn’t join officially because he didn’t want people to assume Gaunts are savages

Only returned to Crossed wands once. And that was to spar against Duncan when he was invited to join.

Duncan forfeit…obviously…didn’t even make an attempt

Sebastian

Can get away with a LOT because he’s charming.

If be blasts you into a wall, it takes one conversation and you’re apologising for being in the way

One talk with Lucan and he’s laughing, all is forgiven

Lucan let’s him get away with some BS because they’re friends (and because Sebastian is the best and puts up a good show)

Did panic when you beat him DADA that his position in Crossed Wands would be compromised

HUGE relief when you decide to partner with him instead of rivalling him

Leander

Has a weakness to crowd control spells

Doesn’t know why just can’t seem to repel them

Is surprisingly good at getting out of them though, probably from practise

Froze him? He’s out of it in seconds before you can cast your next spell. Floating? Doesn’t even care. He’s either casting whilst floating or he’s on the floor before it matters

Is usually how he gets a hit in from people underestimating him

Isn’t as bad as people make out. He’s just a bit of an idiot. Think Neville vibes

Garreth

Is a Pureblood wizard so very talented after being exposed to magic his whole life

Fighting isn’t his thing, gets really bored in match’s and just starts levitating people and doing nothing about it. Just let’s them float and laughs.

LOVES FLIPPENDO

Got REALLY bored and started tossing potions around. Giggled like a mad man when the fireworks display of potion carnage enveloped the stage. Received a warning for it

Was permanently banned after he downed a Maxima and Focus potion before a duel with Sebastian. Almost beat him. They only noticed he’d took the potions cause he was violently shaking afterwards. Sebastian found it hilarious.

Natty

Almost as graceful as Ominis…almost

No one bothers using Expelliamus as everyone knows she can cast without a wand

Terrifying to go up against

She smiles sweetly the entire time, laughing sometimes

Will call you pet names

Everyone thinks she’s being snide but she’s genuinely just happy

Happy to lose, Happy to win, Happy to draw

Utterly terrifying

Imelda

Literally could not care less about Crossed Wands.

Tries out in fifth because quidditch got cancelled and she had a gap in her routine

Tries to use her broom in combat, finding it easier to cast from it and gain the upper hand

Receives a warning for doing so

Teaches Lucan some new cuss words after shouting at him for giving him a warning

Lucan is now in love with her

Poppy

Oh it’s just Perculiar Poppy, she’ll do no harm right?

Wrong! She was raised by poachers being cruel has been bred into her

Got banned after she hung Astoria Crickett by her hair for fifteen minutes

Screamed the entire time about how it’s not nice when it’s happening to you and calling her a Kneazle

It took Sebastian, MC and Natty to drag her away

Anne

Would assume she’d be similar to Sebastian

If it’s even possible, she has less patience

Her and Sebastian are total opposites when it comes to duelling

She’s more similar to Garreth (this is why I ship them)

Is a bit more fond of potions than wand work. Never really took to it.

Gave up and agreed to watch Sebastian from the sidelines with Ominis

Lucan

“Me duel? No no no, I’m a showman. I appreciate the craft. I could duel…but I won’t”

Everyone mothers him.

If he does ever spar, the person on the receiving end always feels bad for whatever they do to him. Giving him a big hug afterwards.

MC once blasted him into a barrel

He thought it was fantastic

MC hugs him and refuses to let go until it’s their next duel

Masterlist

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thedemoninme141 · 2 years ago

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Blade Of Miquella Chapter 8: Let Woe Go Or Hold On.

Summary: Wednesday fears you might want to leave with your brother. Warnings: Emotionally Whipped Wednesday! ANGST! Previous Chapter 👉 HERE

As Weems entered the room and saw John, her nerves began to tighten. She felt the weight of her failure to protect you, and she didn't know how John would react or what decision he would make regarding her role in all of this. "Y/n told me a lot about you. There wasn't a single day that she didn't miss you. I kinda took the liberty to be her brother for the time being," Xavier said smiling, trying to break the tension that lingered in the room. "I know, I kept tabs through my resources. I must thank you for that," John replied, his voice carrying a genuine gratitude. "John… what I did… I am sorry," Weems finally spoke up, her words laced with remorse. "I also know why you did it," John responded, his tone empathetic. "Even though I would destroy the gold needle again if I had to, I know it was the only way to prevent Malenia from consuming Y/n," he sighed, "Where were you all this time?" Wednesday inquired, her curiosity and inquisitiveness ever-present. "Injured," John explained. "I almost died while trying to destroy the needle, going up against a dangerous cult called The Golden Order. They want to control the goddess of rott to unleash chaos upon the world. They are highly skilled in combat, and if it weren't for my team, I wouldn't have made it." "I thought you were in the army, yet you can work rogue outside your jurisdiction?" Wednesday raised another question. "I don't care about jurisdiction when it's about Y/n. but enough about me." he looked at Xavier "I know about you, Xavier. Keeping tabs on you was easy. You, however," he turned to Wednesday, "getting much information about you without letting you know was hard." "I am Wednesday Addams," Wednesday admitted, standing her ground with unwavering confidence. However, admitting the next part was hard, even for her. "I am Y/n's…" she stopped as she couldn't find the right words. "I used to.. date your sister." John's reaction to this revelation was one of surprise. "Owh…" he uttered, absorbing this unexpected piece of information. He then smiled. "It's good to see she has people who care about her so much." He said. In the room filled with unspoken emotions, each of them carrying their own burdens and secrets, they knew that their love and concern for you were what brought them together. And they knew you were worth every effort, sacrifice, and vulnerability they could offer. "Anyway, I think it is highly against the rules for so many people to be in the patient's room." He said as he walked out, "Miss Weems, I would like to speak with you, in private." Principle Weems followed him, leaving Wednesday and Xavier standing by your side. "It doesn't look good at her," He said, "This look…" Wednesday nodded, but she knows you will be up on your feet with her in no time, and she will be with you for every step. She has planned every step of this torture called "Love", for you.

But when the next day Principle Weems informed Wednesday that John was planning to take you away and move to somewhere he believed was safe, her plans had to be "improvised". Determination fueled her actions as she found herself standing in front of the motel where he was staying, goal to change his mind. Three firm knocks on the door echoed through the room. John opened it, surprised to see Wednesday there. "Wednesday? What are you doing here?" he asked, his eyes reflecting confusion and concern. "You can't take her away," Wednesday stated firmly, her voice unwavering. "What do you mean?" John furrowed his brows. "I know you're planning to move her away with you. But you can't. She needs all of us, not just you, not just me. She needs all the support she can get." All the love Wednesday can give you. John's expression softened, but he still held on to his resolve. "You know she can lose control at any moment, right? The curse inside her could manifest unexpectedly. I can't bear to see her get hurt again when it happens. Look where it got her last time. Besides, I have friends who can keep her safe, much safer than you did. No offence." He said. Wednesday took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "I understand your concerns, but have you considered what she wants? Walking away from everything she has ever known might not be what she desires." John sighed, torn between his protective instincts and the love he had for you. "Wednesday, I will try to persuade her to come with me, and I believe she'll agree. But I promise you, if she chooses to stay, I won't force her. Her happiness and well-being matter more than anything else." As the weight of the situation settled on Wednesday's shoulders, she couldn't help but feel a knot of worry tighten in her chest. Would you choose to stay here with her, or would you decide to go with your brother? The uncertainty gnawed at her, knowing how much you loved your brother. Yet, the thought of losing you was almost unbearable for Wednesday. The memories of how she hurt you, making you cry, weighed heavily on her heart. She wished she could go back and change the past, erase the pain she caused you. The idea of not seeing you for even a day filled her with a sense of emptiness she had never experienced before. Wednesday couldn't deny the love she felt for you, and the desire to be by your side, protecting you and cherishing every moment together. But she also understood that her feelings alone couldn't dictate your decision. It had to be your choice. Wednesday's mind raced with thoughts and plans, determined to find a way to influence your decision and make you stay if you consider leaving with John. She knew her past plans had caused you pain, and she vowed that this time, her intentions would be solely driven by her love for you and her desire to see you happy and safe. She hated to admit that she needed help.

"Enid." "Wednesday!" The cheerful girl ran in, almost reaching out to hug her. Wednesday instinctively backed away, her guard up. "Back to 'Not a hugger' then? Got it." Enid smiled, "I must ask you some questions," Wednesday stated, her voice serious and focused. "Sure, go ahead. What do you need to know?" Enid responded, "You see, Y/n's brother is planning to take her with him, to keep her somewhere safe and isolated. He wants to discuss it with her when she wakes up, and I fear she might accept, especially after what I did…" Wednesday's voice trailed off, the weight of her past actions heavy on her conscience. Enid gave her a sympathetic look, understanding the remorse in Wednesday's eyes. It wasn't pity; it was the look of someone who cared deeply. Wednesday hated receiving that look. "I might be able to help, but it won't come without a cost," Enid said grinning. Wednesday sighed knowing what the blonde werewolf was going to ask her, "How many seconds?" Wednesday asked gritting her teeth. "10 should be good." Enid pulled Wednesday into a tight embrace, giving her a 10-second hug, it took Wednesday all willpower not to pull out her knife and end Enid's life. When the ten seconds were up, Enid released her, "The hug was good right?" Enid asked smiling, "Since I need your help, I'll reluctantly admit that the unnecessary physical connection wasn't completely unbearable," Wednesday retorted with a deadpan expression. Enid chuckled nervously, not taking offence. "Let's focus on the task at hand," Wednesday shifted the conversation back to the matter at heart. "What do you have in mind to help Y/n decide to stay?" "Make a speech dummy, You are a writer, pour your heart into it, be completely open and honest with her, show her how sorry you are and most importantly, give her a choice, tell her that even if she chooses to leave, you would support and love her then too which I am sure you would." Enid smiled. Wednesday raised an eyebrow, not expecting such straightforward advice from Enid. "A speech? Pour my heart out?" That sounds utterly ridiculous. "Hey, it might not be your style, but it could work. Just think about it. Y/n needs to know how you truly feel, and sometimes words are the best way to convey that." Enid said. Wednesday sighed, feeling a mix of frustration and gratitude towards Enid's persistence. "Fine, I'll consider it," "And hey, if all else fails, you still have your medieval weapons to fall back on." Enid grinned. Rolling her eyes, Wednesday couldn't help but let a faint smile tug at the corners of her lips. "Thanks for the reminder," she replied dryly. But then Enid's tone turned serious, and she asked the question that weighed heavily on Wednesday's mind. "Wednesday, if she chooses to leave, you wouldn't force her to stay or anything, right?" Wednesday let out another sigh, her emotions conflicting within her. "I want what's best for Y/n, even if it means… even if it means losing her," she admitted, her voice tinged with a touch of vulnerability. Enid nodded in understanding, her expression softening. "I know you do, Wednesday. And I believe Y/n knows that too. Whatever decision she makes, she'll see that you care for her deeply." Closing her eyes for a moment, Wednesday let herself be a little vulnerable in front of Enid. "It's just hard," she confessed, her guard coming down slightly. "I've never felt this way about anyone before. It's like… she's become a part of me, and the thought of her leaving… it terrifies me." "What if she resents me for what I did? What if she never forgives me?" Wednesday asked. Enid shook her head gently. "Y/n's heart is softer than a marshmallow Wednesday, of course, she will forgive you, she will see how much you love her." You have to, for Wednesday's sake.

2 more days were spent. The activity in your brain was increasing, and it seemed like you might wake up from the coma anytime soon. So, Wednesday and Enid took it upon themselves to help your brother move your belongings to another room. Your previous room had been badly burned in Crackstone's attack, but thankfully, most of your belongings remained undamaged. That's how Wednesday found herself touching your Winged Helmet for the first time, and that's when it triggered a vision. In that vision, she saw Malenia and a revelation dawned upon her – how strikingly similar Malenia looked to you before her eyes were consumed by rott. It became apparent that she was your ancestor. She had bandages on her right arm, which was missing… recently cut. "Mother… Why… why me? Why did the gods choose me? Why do I have to bear this curse? You promised me you would find a cure," Malenia's voice trembled, holding back tears. "My sweet child, I am so sorry. I've tried, I tried reaching every edge of this world to find a cure for you… I've tried trying to find a cure in other worlds, but I found none. It isn't a curse, It isn't a disease. Malenia, it is you. The Goddess of Rott is you, and without it, you can't exist. Without you, it cannot exist." The voice of the woman speaking to Malenia was compassionate, yet firm, revealing her role as a guiding force. Though her face remained partially obscured by golden hair, there was an air of wisdom and ancient knowledge about her. "But you are a warrior, Malenia. You are to protect your brother Miquella, at all costs. Against everything, against the Golden Order, the black knife assassins who killed your half-brother Godwin. And from Radagon. Miquella is the most powerful of us all, but his powers haven't reached his threshold yet. You must protect him until then. Even without an arm, your skills know no bounds." The woman declared as she gently placed the winged helmet upon Malenia's head, and as it obscured her eyes, Wednesday understood that it symbolized the transformation she was about to undergo. Finally, she presented Malenia with a long curved sword attached to a prosthetic arm, both made of unalloyed gold. "From now on, You are The Blade Of Miquella,"

"Wednesday? Wednesday!" Enid shook her shoulder, bringing her back from the vision. "What happened?" John asked, concerned "She does this from time to time," Enid explained. "Huh?" Wednesday decided to keep the vision to herself, at least for the time being. She needed to talk to you about it first before sharing it with anyone else. The revelation was too important, too personal. "I'm fine," Wednesday finally replied to Enid, not wanting to worry them further. "It was just a vision. I'll tell you more later." Enid nodded, trusting Wednesday's judgment. She knew that her friend had a deep connection with you and she respected her friend's privacy. John still looked concerned but respected Wednesday's space. "Alright, if you're sure," The rest of that evening was busy moving your stuff, Your new room, now situated at another distant corner of the school for safety, was visible from Wednesday's balcony. As the sun set, casting a soft golden glow over the school grounds, Wednesday found herself standing on her balcony, peering at your new room. She longed for the day she can stalk you resting peacefully on your bed, but the uncertainty of her vision clouded her thoughts. She questioned herself repeatedly - was there truly no cure for you? And if she revealed her vision, would it shatter your hope of finding one? A whirlwind of emotions tugged at Wednesday's heartstrings. She cared deeply for you, and the idea of causing you pain was unbearable. The memory of her past mistakes haunted her, making her hesitant to share the harsh reality that she had witnessed in the vision. However, she couldn't dwell on her thoughts long enough because Enid burst into the room, almost breaking the door. "Principle Weems just called, Y/N just woke up!" PART 9 👉 HERE!

#wednesday addams x you #wednesday x reader #wednesday adams x reader #wednesday #wednesday addams angst #wednesday addams fanfic #wednesday addams x fem!reader #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday angst #wednesday x female reader #wednesdayaddams #jenna ortega x reader #wednesday addams x female reader #wednesday x you #wednesday addams x y/n #angst

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cjcroen1393 · 7 months ago

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Since I finally fully colored these, I'd like to at last formally introduce you all to my new characters for yet another new concept I've been developing in my head -- a monster school story!

My working idea for this story is that the protagonist, Jason Hunter is the son of two monster hunters, part of an organization of similarly minded hunters. Unlike his family, Jason has developed a fascination with monsters and wants to bridge the gap between humans and monsters. To this end, he asks to be enrolled in the country's biggest school for monsters, something the organization initially refuses, but relents when they believe this could benefit them.

Once there, Jason is (maybe understandably) treated with suspicion by most of the monsters, but fortunately, he finds a group of friends who trust him. So, for the full list:

Jason Hunter: As mentioned, Jason is the son of two monster hunters who doesn't hate monsters. I picture him being kind of like a mix of Charlie from Hazbin Hotel and Hiccup from How to Train Your Dragon, being an upbeat guy who actually likes the "evil" things his family is fighting against and seeks to be the one to bridge the gap between them. He has researched monsters for years, intended by his parents to teach him their weaknesses, but instead it simply gave him a lifelong fascination with them. That said, knowing monster weaknesses and talking about them, his friends tend to be mildly creeped out by this. Also, he's trans.

Elmarie Adlawan: A manananggal and one of the first friends Jason makes. She was originally going to be just be a regular European vampire, but then I was like "Hang on... I'm Filipino... I'm brainstorming a monster story... I may never have an opportunity like this again..." so I made her a manananggal instead. She's a friendly girl who's also a bit clumsy, and she's very fascinated to see that a human has enrolled in the school for the first time. I like to think there'd be a bit of a running gag where she splits herself without meaning to when she gets excited. Her name means "Gentle Daylight", because I love irony.

Atlas Theodulf: The obligatory werewolf and another one of the first friends Jason makes. Atlas is a bit of a himbo, but he's also a calming presence among the group. Do not mistake his kindness for weakness -- if you mess with his friends, the fangs and claws come out. He was also born a werewolf, so he can transform whenever he wants (except on the full moon, when he temporarily loses control) and he keeps his human mind every time he transforms.

Boomer Colton: The obligatory witch. Boomer is the group's mellow, nature-loving hippie, as a nod to how witches are often strongly associated with nature. He's a little lazy, often either skipping class or missing it because he slept through the day, and preferring to fly everywhere on his broom than actually walk places. I didn't draw his eyes, but I like to think they look kind of frog-like, since I like the idea of him having a bit of a frog/toad motif (since witches are often depicted as having green skin and warts).

Kara O'Braonain: A banshee and our ghost rep of the main group. So far, Kara's the least developed and the one I'm having the most problems with, but I tend to frame her as the grumpy one who's also a big screamo fan ('cause y'know, banshees scream!). She wants to start a rock band someday, where she'd obviously be the lead singer. She's the easiest one to color because she's pure white.

Inanna Prescott: A succubus and both the demon and genderfluid rep of our main cast. Despite expectations, Inanna is a bit of a goody two shoes and the student council president. This is partly because, after they were abandoned on Earth as a baby, they were adopted by a religious family who sought to "raise them right". While they are genuinely nice, Inanna's position means they have a tendency to be a bit of a stickler for rules. They especially tend to bicker with Boomer about his slacker status (they also might have a crush on him though).

I have more characters for this that I'll upload soon, but right now, I wanted to focus on the "core six" characters. As you can see, most of their designs have already been subject to change (I'm especially fond of how I altered Inanna's design, and I also bulked up Atlas a little) and might change more. Also, the concept still doesn't have a title.

The school uniform designs are DEFINITELY not finalized, I still need to figure out what I want with that.

All these characters, plus the art, belong to me.

#my art #monster school #original characters #ocs #monsters #manananggal #vampire #werewolf #witch #ghost #banshee #demon

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elcucurucho · 1 year ago

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finished o segredo na floresta! I have many thoughts!

HEAVY SPOILERS UNDER CUT

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EVIL!! FUCKED UP AND EVIL!!!!!!!!!! JAIL FOR GAME MASTER FOR 1000000000 YEARS!!!!!!!

What I really can’t get over is there was no good end for santo berço or for anyone living there. They had no choice, they were victims, but they were doomed from the start. The good lives they lived were covering for the fundamental evil that made it possible, and trying to preserve that life and protect innocent people was enabling that evil to grow even more powerful under the surface!

Like the townspeople weren’t evil. The town was founded with evil intentions, and then it grew completely out of control, into something that consumed even the scientists that created it. And thanks to the time dilation, enough time passed that the only ones that even knew the secret of the forest, if you will, were the people responsible for maintaining the lives of the others. The blacksmith was truly convinced that the ordem had already failed, and the lives of the people were worth more than the price it would take to stop something unstoppable. Even without santo berço affecting his mind, that’s an understandable position.

The wellsprings themselves are already morally conflicting, it’s very omelas core, like sacrificing the lives of a few for the happiness of many. Was the blacksmith in the right for wanting to protect his town, full of unknowing innocents? Was the gatekeeper right for wanting to free his imprisoned brothers, also innocent? And all of it was ultimately futile, because they were always all going to die in the end.

And LIZ OH MY GOD LIZ. She was always willing to sacrifice her own humanity for the job. Absolutely incredible role playing on Bagi’s part for the last couple episodes especially, my god. Her getting talked down from killing the wellsprings was just heartbreaking. Because maybe they died in the end anyway, and maybe killing them would’ve helped in some minor way, but Liz killing them would’ve been a step away from her humanity in a way she couldn’t have come back from. Joui acting as the teams moral compass really got to me. Maybe sometimes you have to make morally grey choices, but what an awesome character choice to have someone who is willing to go “no, even for a good reason, this is wrong.”

And that final fight. Jesus fucking christ. The second cellbit talked about time stopping I went “uh oh” and then it uh. Got Worse. Losing 22 years of your life in an instant because you got unlucky is one of the most horrific concepts he could’ve come up with. And Thiago having to wait for decades for his friends to escape so he could blow himself up and end it? Absolutely brutal. Incredible ending to the fight though, I have literally no idea what would’ve happened otherwise. Could’ve easily imaged a TPK there.

The whole ending was brutal. One of the things I’m growing to LOVE about ordem is there are no easy victories. Everything has a cost, and that cost is often devastating. Doing the right thing doesn’t mean you’ll get rewarded for it. Usually, it actually makes your life harder. Sure, the team may have saved literally the entire world. But all they know for sure is what they gave to accomplish it. It’s so so compelling to me. What are you willing to sacrifice in the name of doing what’s right?

Genuinely have so much to say about every character, it’s crazy. I started watching this months ago so I know there’s so much progression I’m missing but my god. I’m going to think about this for the rest of my life.

#ordem paranormal

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canidbutch · 5 months ago

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oc asks: alone for Ayla, desire for Philomena and Pruitt, fear for Casey and ghost for all four, maybe? >:)

i've answered alone for ayla and desire for philomena on my other blog which you've seen BUUUUT. here we GO.

desire: What's one thing your OC wants more than anything in the world? Are they open with that desire? Why or why not? What would they do to fulfill it?

for pruitt, he desires... autonomy. more than anything, he wants to live his own life and not be controlled or held hostage or used or abused by someone at any given time. he is not open about this desire, not even to casey, because he holds in his secrets for so long and doesn't bring attention to his Absolute Misery for the most part. he goes pretty far trying to achieve this, even though getting rid of his mother was incidental and not For this purpose, it's the Seemingly Only Way to get this - and then it's taken away again immediately by the overseers. from there, he just about gives up, until the end of book three. it takes a lot to convince him that this desire is actually worth pursuing.

fear: What is your OC's greatest fear? What do they do when confronted with it? Are they open with their fear, or do they hide it away?

casey's greatest fear... hm. probably losing the people he loves. and of course, he's confronted with that when two of his friends from support group go missing (one of them later being confirmed dead), when pruitt disappears from time to time until he actively half-leaves him, when ayla is kidnapped for two years, even when philomena seems to disappear without a trace after he had come to trust her in the first book and now he can't even ask her if she's seen his sister. losing people is Bad for him and he handles it Horribly, he spirals and gets nasty and closed off and unpleasant and man i love him honestly. he's pretty open with this fear, also, because he's constantly confronted with it and it's hard to hide that it upsets him deeply.

ghost: Who or what haunts your OC? What happened? How do they live with their ghosts?

BOY HOWDY. hmmm.

pruitt is going to be haunted by his mother for the rest of his life. she haunted him while she was alive and she is never going to leave his mind. pretty much ever. and he learns to live with it the way he's always lived with it, but i do believe that one day, between him and casey, he's the one to express genuine sadness that if they ever wanted to have a kid, there'd be next to no way to make it happen. (and maybe there Is a way!) and i think he would be the one to Want that. to want to live a full life despite her and what she did to him for all of his.

casey and ayla are fairly haunted by their birth mom who died in childbirth because their dad bruce just. cannot let it go. he's even remarried, but he still has a hard time looking them in the eye even after all this time. he's the type to shut down and not go to therapy, and he is a generally inscrutable man who can't be pleased, and so he's a walking reminder that They Killed Their Mom™ which obviously isn't true but it's hard to not think that even without the guilt trip.

philomena is haunted by the people she can't help. she's going to be haunted by eryn forever. eryn is the first person from casey's support group to go missing, and also happened to be a years-long friend of philomena's (they were in the same STARFLEET chapter!) and she is not okay after his disappearance. but then. when she goes into the fighting ring as a medic/informant. she finds him there. and she can't speak to him alone at all or it'll blow her cover. and he has no way of knowing if she's there to help or what. or if she has a plan. and when he dies there, they still haven't talked. that regret is going to Haunt Her Forever. because what if she had tried harder. couldn't she have found just a Moment. what was she willing to lose for the greater picture. did she sacrifice her friend to this machine by not trying to find another way to get him out. was his death necessary because otherwise blowing her cover would just ruin the entire operation and damn all the fighters to an even longer time stuck there. the questions go on forever. and she will never not blame herself for her silence.

#asks #almosinnia #ocs #bound series

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madewithonerib · 30 days ago

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NEVER make conversation with "the woman" | Manis Friedman

I don't understand this: You shared in another clip how your mentor played dumb so as to never correct a woman's husband in-front of her—this way the husband doesn't lose his man card; and in another session, that it is extremely difficult for couples to build on their existing connection if they try to be intimate with the lights on, or if they are angry or tired or drunk—so short of you entering a situation where you're stuck in a power outage & inebriated, which is what is key with the "free love movement of the 1960's - they were high as a kite." Why wouldn't you be able to control yourselves, when it is so difficult to get intimate with your spouse—whom you are much more motivated to & familiar with?

You also mentioned how Adam's missing rib is finally returned to him when he enters in a marriage union with a woman, so if we are made one in marriage: Why would this pose a problem? Anger/Revenge?

Again you said if you've had an argument with your person, then you are even more compelled to end it bc it is creating distance between you and the one you love. I personally think fights are a kiss of death, with each entanglement comes greater division.. & will escalate over time. But that's just me & how I've seen it play out; the way to go is to not get emotionally invested on certain outcomes or it's going to be a disaster for a really long time. I'm talking Chernobyl meltdown.

It sounds like the specific rib is always singularly meant for one man; and this you explained is how cool it is that GOD causes a confluence of events to bring these two together..

In a Church setting, I suppose the NT agrees that married women never ask others for answers—besides their husband, but there is no moratorium on single people. In the end, it sounds contradictory to assume anything meaningful would come from a handshake..?

Plus it sounds like wo/men can't work together. . ever

Unless you're attracted to s/o, other than your spouse, it makes little to no sense to beg out of most situations with an explanation—but it also seems odd, as you mentioned w/ A&E, that GOD has HIS reasons.. meaning HE would not allow it without an explicit reason or lesson behind a temptation: i.e. don't eat of the fruit [eyes bulging] towards the vine, to enact HIS plans for redemption.

I'm still so new at this concept of redemptive reversals. So I wonder if there are any such instances where you slipped on this rule & shook someone's hand, and it hurt you morally &/or spiritually but it also somehow helped to draw you closer to GOD & your fellow woman?

Or was that the caveat to gain discernment, that in the end, wisdom is knowing when to not trust yourself with ppl you don't care about? Because at that point, the flesh [animal soul] will come out & attack or take advantage of the unsuspecting?

Less than two years ago, I heard some comedians commiserate about the genius & tragedy of Bill Cosby, the single-most successful comedian in the history of man. And they said most people in the biz respected him, and they themselves struggle with their own demons but GOD forbid they luckily never got to that level of breaking bad.

P.S. I have witnessed the playing dumb card that some "teachers" try to pull on women who ask them pointed questions & it comes across as disrespectful, the same way you say we shouldn't condescend to our children & spouses when they say something that holds truth to it. But it seems there is a high level of deception men are allowed in dealing with women & even encouraged to do this—very old school thinking & it is holding a double standard.

How can you strive to be genuine & still recommend this? You said marriage should not be about love, but all the things that make for lasting foundational basis for relating to one another [respect, honesty, kindness, patience, transparency, etc.]

P.S.S. I still think the material GOD inspired you on the differences between wo/men, marriage success, and the implications of what brings about different POV/breaking points in the gender wars & marriage tranquility is beyond brilliant.

#Manis Friedman #intimacy #public settings #handshake deal #work #greeting #anger management #breaking bad #transparency #Thank GOD no more old school thinking #chernobyl

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mediaevalmusereads · 3 months ago

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Too Tempting to Resist. By Erica Ridley. 2019 (originally 2017).

Rating: 4/5 stars

Genre: historical romance, novella

Series: Gothic Love Stories #3

Summary: When a new heir inherits the castle, poor relation Miss Rebecca Bond must wed immediately or be out on her ear. The only man she ever loved is summoned to hear the will—but their past ended so badly that they haven’t spoken in years. Yet who better than a heartless rake to teach her how to snare a gentleman who appreciates her charms?

Daniel Godwin, Lord Stonebury, regrets nothing more than losing the one woman who treated him like a man, not a title. Fate has given him the perfect pretext to win her trust—even if it means watching her wed someone else. But now that she's back in his life, he’ll do anything to convince her to choose him instead...

***Full review below.***

CONTENT WARNINGS: none?

OVERVIEW: I was unaware this book was a novella when I first got it, but no matter. I'm making my way through Ridley's Gothic Love Stories series and it wouldn't be a true read-through without including the novella. Overall, I was a bit surprised by this book; not only did it not have any intimate scenes, but it was well-balanced and did a good job staying in scope. If you're looking for a romance that isn't too Gothic and isn't too spicy, this might work for you.

WRITING: I don't have much to say about Ridley's prose that differs from my previous reviews about books in this series. The prose is quick, funny, and easy to get through. Ridley knows what genre and audience she is writing for, so there's nothing I can truly criticize.

PLOT: The non-romance plot of this book follows Rebecca Bond, an impoverished orphan whose guardian dies. When the new heir takes over the estate, he mandates that Rebecca find a husband within a month or else he will choose one for her.

I very much appreciated that this book didn't try to fit a novel-length plot into a novella. Though the tropes were familiar (which isn't a bad thing), the story felt focused and purposeful, which made the pace and progression feel natural rather than rushed.

My main gripe is that I don't think this story was very Gothic. That's probably nitpicky of me, but in my defense, this series is called "Gothic Love Stories." Just having a castle as a setting doesn't quite make it Gothic for me.

CHARACTERS: Rebecca, our heroine, is easy to sympathize with because her main desire is independence. She doesn't want to be married off, but because she is a woman with no funds, she has little choice. I enjoyed that she at least tried to take some control of her situation rather than just surrender to fate. I also liked that she was good with accounting and mathematics, making her an equal partner in whatever relationship she chose.

Daniel, our hero, is fine. He's not much different than a lot of romance heroes I've read, but that's OK. His flaws are appropriate for the scope of this book, and he seems genuine in all his interactions with Rebecca.

ROMANCE: The romance between Rebecca and Daniel feels appropriate in scope, partly because the conflict doesn't require a novel to sort out and partly because it relies on tropes that will be familiar to romance readers. Daniel and Rebecca are childhood friends who haven't spoken in years due to a very public slight Daniel made. The majority of the romance, therefore, involves the two getting to know one another as adults and learning to forgive.

The romance is fairly light-hearted, focused on playful interactions rather than raw passion. There aren't any physically intimate scenes, so if you're not a fan of those, this novella might be for you. Overall, it was sweet, and I think Ridley crafted it to be very controlled.

TL;DR: Too Tempting to Resist is a sweet novella that's less Gothic and more focused on two childhood friends coming back together. Even so, the scope is appropriate and the heroine is easy to root for, and I enjoyed the chemistry between the two protagonists.

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Late night ramble about my FAVORITE piece of media ever. Well at least a hyperfixation that has been prevalent as soon as I found out about it and it hasn't left my mind since. I would not call it my favorite as there's other stuff that gets really close (I hyperfixate on a lot of stuff) so I can't truly call anything my favorite. It does however contain my favorite character without a doubt which I adore despite the character's absolutely insanity although that's a topic for another day. Anywho- presenting the wonderfully dark comics made by one of my favorite artists: IN THE DARK!

(WARNING: Potential spoilers for the In The Dark comics, I make comments here and there about certain things from them yet I try to leave a lot out in hopes to encourage people to check this out for themselves. Also this is a rant post so a lot of this is just me going off about this comic and why I love it↓)

Starting off these comics have a pretty cool storyline although it is only just these 4 issues out currently there will be more coming out in the future, these are all created by an indie creator named Comick (or Crystal Gonzalez yet I just refer to her as her online name). You possibly could of seen some of Comick's stuff before considering she did a Sonic series with a dog mobian OC and made a few flash animations back in the day, some of which were in Sonic Paradox. Her Fleetway/Scourge animation is actually the thumbnail for the 6th Sonic shorts volume from Sonic Paradox video as well.

(Also real quick I absolutely LOVE how she draws Fleetway, look at him!)

Anyways as I was saying- her genuine original creation is the comic "In The Dark" AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!!! It's a dark comedy taking place in hell with the main character, known as Fibble (the red haired human on the covers) trying to get the hell out yet bad luck seems to follow him where ever he goes. Trying to help Fibble is the demon of sin, Sin! He's the little white monster next to Fibble on the covers, Sin used to be the strongest demon yet after a fight with God his pieces were scattered and he was sent into the depths where he created hell and also created the other sins like Idolatry, Promiscuous, Gluttony, etc, in order to gain his darkness back. It's also stated dark matter itself or something similar is actually Sin's old body which is cool, he basically wants that in order so he can rematch god and send the world into darkness because well—he's the demon of sin.

After fighting god and losing and creating other sins Sin was beaten again, this time in a game. Satan beat him in a poker game to be exact leading him to lose all of his power shrinking down into the creature he is now. Real quick one thing I love is how when Sin ruled hell he stated it was absolute carnage which he favored yet Satan brought order being a fallen angel and having a sense of law, I actually really love this idea of Satan being this figure who actually appreciates structure yet still is inherently the prince of darkness and how it contrasts with Sin and his favor for chaos. With that little tangent outta the way: Sin also somehow ended up in debt/as a servant to a human, Fibble to be exact. To my knowledge I don't think we get lore on how Fibble ended up in control of Sin yet I may have missed something and my mind is going super fast right now so I can't think properly, yet it's a potential thing maybe explained more in the future comics. What we do know about the two's little relationship is the fact that Fibble can't control him? Sin doesn't obey Fibble and sometimes actively maims him however it's stated that the ONE thing Fibble can command Sin to do is make him strawberry milkshakes, it sounds stupid yet it's such a random thing I find funny. Sin also actively terrorizes Fibble as seen in the comics on Comick's DeviantArt, Sin can't get rid of Fibble so he decides to make Fibble's life actively awful.

This ties back into the comic, the main threat Sin has is Fibble being an unlucky dumbass and if Fibble dies so does Sin. If Sin dies sin itself dies thus the world will be on utopia and of course Sin can't have this so when Fibble finds himself in hell Sin has to go rescue him. That's basically the core plot yet there's so much I love about this series from the art style, character designs of some of the demons, the concepts and world building, and of course the humor. I wanna rant about my favorite character that originated from this comic, Skitzo, yet I'll save that for another day. I'd highly recommend reading the first comic which is on Comick's DA (she's known as Comickpro over there) for free (also a brief section of the second comic) and if you like it go buy the actual things. The comics are 10 bucks a pop on her online store and I reread these comics in order to appreciate the art and it always gets me excited for when the next issue will come out, whenever that may be. There's also a decent amount of satire and or social commentary located in the issues, like nothing that hasn't been done or said already in a probably better way yet there's some satirical stuff thrown in here and there. For example it makes jokes about like how modern society is structured with a favor towards consumerism in Idolatry's issue, and the relying dependence on small things like coffee in order for people to function normally in Gluttony's issue. The satire and commentary is not SUPER deep or anything and IMO pretty surface level yet it just pokes fun at things here and there with certain characters being introduced who are stereotypes of certain types of people. Don't worry though, these annoying stereotype characters are immediately killed off and they don't overstay their welcome and it won't try and beat you over the head with any sort of message. It just exists to tell a pretty cool story and get some laughs.

WARNING: I'm adding another warning BEFORE YOU CHECK AND OR BUY THESE COMICS because well—the comics are pretty dark as the name entails—it is a DARK comedy meaning it is not for everyone, it features some grotesque moments and lots of murder. It takes place in hell after all. Still it may not be everyone's cup of tea because of this which is fair, there's also some jokes which may not appeal to some. For instance there is a rape joke in the third issue however it personally didn't trigger me, it wasn't really funny to me however it didn't bother me in the way a lot of media tries to make jokes using SA, still some people may be off put by this fact alone. I wasn't affected by the joke and it's kinda just a single line that acknowledges how inherently fucked up Promiscuous is and her entire deal. I'd still give it a chance at least, there is some jokes that are REALLY good for example issue 4 which is the most recent is pretty damn funny and I found myself cackling while reading. I'd love if there were more people interested in this overall, I love dark media like this that actually has a purpose in trying to tell a giant over arching narrative rather than just edgy murder. Don't get me wrong the comics can still be labeled as "edgy" yet it does well to balance itself out with humor and light heartedness and overall doesn't take itself too seriously.

(please I need more people to get into this basically non existent fandom, I've ranted to my friends about these characters so fucking much and I love Fibble and Sin to death, I NEED MORE PEOPLE INTERESTED IN THIS I BEG OF THEE TO LOOK INTO THIS!)

#In The Dark #comics #rant #rambles #please more people get into this 🙏#hyperfixation

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