#wish I found her even sooner tbh

[wyvernspirit]

Gem has opened the end portal, sent an army to fight and kill the ended dragon, infected nearly the entire server with the boogeyman curse, did the most red tasks in one episode, killed the remaining yellows with Pearl, Scar and BigB AND killed her OWN allies to gain a max of 58 HEARTS

Your honour she’s girlbossing

[caileeflavoured]

and lead us not into temptation...

father charlie mayhew x fem!reader

© caileeflavoured 2024, do not repost, modify or translate!

synopsis: During Confirmation, God the Holy Spirit comes upon the person, accompanied by God the Father and God the Son. Father Mayhew, too.

a/n: ahhh, how good it feels so channel my religious trauma into absolute filth again. I was never Catholic so idk how accurate the stuff I said is but I did research and tried my best (really no one cares about Catholic accuracies why are you even stressing about this girl)

warnings: 18+, SMUT, dubcon, little bit of a corruption kink, innocence kink, clueless little church mouse!reader, blasphemous shit tbh, virginity loss, unprotected sex, a priest absolutely abusing his position,

wc: 3.2k

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They told you that the Sacrament of Confirmation was the most important event of a young girl growing closer to God. They told you it was an honour to attend this spiritual ceremony, that it was the culmination of forming a bond with Christ. They told you that it was high time you were finally sealed with the gift of the Holy Spirit.

Father Charlie Mayhew was adamant that you’d finally receive this great gift, having discussed the possibility of a personal Confirmation with your parents after Sunday Mass.

“She’s at an age where it should already have happened,” he told them. “I assume you wish her to get married soon. She ought to finally be strengthened for service to the Body of Christ.”

Your parents trusted Father Mayhew blindly, believing he was a gift sent to earth by the Lord Himself, and quickly agreed. They wouldn’t want their precious daughter to fall into disgrace should a proper suitor be found sooner rather than later.

The priest nodded, visibly satisfied with their consent. “I can arrange it for next week’s Mass, but I  would like for your daughter to come see me for a private confession. The Lord has spoken to me in my prayers, and has tasked me with properly preparing the confirmands. It’s a standard practice at my church.”

Only that it wasn’t.

Father Mayhew had spent many hours not praying, not studying the Scripture, not preparing new sermons since he first saw you in all your womanly glory at Mass. Instead, he often found himself in his office, his pants growing uncomfortably tight just at the thought of you attending Mass every Sunday like the faithful girl you are, hanging on his every word. 

And when you’d get on your knees during the Eucharistic prayer…

His hand would always find its way to his throbbing length during a quiet moment after Mass, the grip on his cock nearly painful as he worked himself towards the highest of highs. And more often than not he would later find white stains on his liturgical vestments, having to go through several clerical outfits in the span of only a few days.

“Tell her to come see me on Wednesday after general confession hour.”

So your parents sent you on your way, Bible in hand, rosary wrapped around your wrist. You entered the empty church, standing between the pews as you clutched your Bible to your chest.

“Father Mayhew?” A timid call for him echoed through the large building, and soon he appeared. 

His chest heaved as he appeared, his robe sitting weirdly on his shoulders as if he had pulled it over his head in a hurry. His hair messy, not slicked back like he usually wore it. 

The appearance caught you off guard, to say the least, and made your blood pressure rise.

“Ah, my new confirmand!” He greeted you with an open-arm gesture, then clasped his hands together. “Happy to see you. What an exciting time it must be for you.”

He closed the distance between you, turning to your side and placing his hand on your back as he led you towards the back of the church. “Let’s go talk in my office,” he said.

“I thought I came to confess?” You asked in bewilderment. “Oughtn’t we sit down in the confessional booth for that?”

But he was quick to shut down your confusion. “No. No, no, no. Let’s not stick to such ancient traditions. I’ve come to learn, in my time as a servant of the Lord, that private confessions are best made in the comfort of a priest’s office. Shall we?”

He opened the door to his office, letting you enter first before closing the door behind his back and quickly turning the lock before you would notice.

“Take a seat,” he motioned towards the armchair on the opposite side of his desk as he sat down in his own chair.

He leaned back and observed you with relaxed eyes. His stoic gaze was intimidating to you, your heart thumping against your ribcage the longer he stared.

“Father?”

The sound of your voice ripped him out of his dirty fantasy, his focus returning to the there and then, which, admittedly, didn’t help much when his hard cock ached from the torturing restraint of his pants.

“Right,” he cleared his throat, bending forward hoping it would cover the growing bulge. “Now, I have to admit I wasn’t quite honest with your parents,” he chuckled smugly.

The picture of you furrowing your brows as you slightly cocked your head to the side in a confused gesture made him lose a couple drops of cum into his boxers. How could a young girl be so cluelessly devoted to God. To him. It made him lose his mind, and throw his holy vows overboard.

To hell with abstinence. Some girls just asked for it. And he knew you were one of them. 

Gifted by the devil himself, a test of his faith and obedience — the bishop had warned him many years ago that the day would come when he would find himself face to face with temptation — and presented on a silver platter right there in his own church. To him, however, a young, ripe girl like you could only have found her way into his office so he could chase the feeling of his former life.

To remind himself how good it felt to lose himself in the warmth of a tight cunt.

“I understand your parents are hoping to find you a husband soon,” Father Mayhew began. “But Confirmation isn’t the only thing necessary in preparation for marriage. You know, there are certain… other things a young woman must be prepared for before she can fulfil her duties of a devout wife.”

“Father, I don’t—”

His hand shot up, immediately shutting down any doubts or concerns you might try to raise. “Tell me… Have you ever touched yourself? After all, this is some kind of confession here, right? God needs you to be completely honest with me.”

He could sense the warmth rush to your cheeks, the way your breath hitched in your throat as your gaze shifted to the floor.

“A simple yes or no will suffice, sweetheart,” he pressed. “This is crucial for your preparation as a confirmand.” His eyes searched for yours. “You can even nod or shake your head if that’s easier.”

Then, finally, he got a reaction out of you. A timid… shake from left to right. “It’s a sin, Father.”

The change in his demeanour evaded you. The way his eyes turned into slits resembling those of a snake, the way he ever so slightly shifted in his seat as his hand carefully moved to his crotch.

A moment of silence passed in Father Charlie’s office as he let your words sink in. You had been even more clueless than he’d imagined. An enticing temptation, one that he had no choice but to succumb to.

“That is very admirable,” he praised you. “However,” he got up, “as part of this… preparation I need you to be… how should I say this… open to… sexual activities.”

He walked around his desk in a few long strides until he stood in front of you and leaned against the edge of the table, folding in hands in front of his crotch as he crossed his legs. He could feel his cock press against his palms through the fabric of his pants, begging to be freed.

“Why should—” You tried to ask, but his hand was quick to shoot up in a silencing gesture. That’s when you first noticed the bulge in his pants.

With your eyes glued to his crotch, Charlie could barely hold himself back from dragging you across his desk and shoving his cock right into your tight little cunt, no matter if you were ready for him or not.

“Get on your knees,” he said in a plain voice. You obeyed instantly.

He took the Bible and rosary from your hands and placed them on his desk before standing up right in front of you, your mouth so perfectly aligned with his length. A few quick movements got him rid of his pants and boxers just enough to pull out aching cock, tip glistening with drops of precum.

He watched your eyes go wild in shock, although he silently wished they would have gone wide from excitement and lust. He’d get you there soon enough…

“From now on, I need you to listen to me, sweetheart,” he instructed. “No more questions, no ifs and buts, alright?”

His eyes stayed focused on yours until you nodded, and he pinched your chin with his thumb and index finger as a gesture of approvement. A pleased look on his face and a satisfied smirk on his lips, he then let his thumb graze along your lower lip before pushing it in.

“Open up.” His voice turned rough, strained even, as he pulled your jaw down and forced your mouth open. 

He could detect a sliver of fear glistening in your eyes as the tip of his cock met your lip, could sense your wanting to ask what he was doing, but was pleased to see you resist the urge to question his actions. 

So he pushed it in. “Yeah, that’s it,” he groaned, feeling your lips instinctively close around him. “Careful with those teeth.”

His hand found the back of your head, his fingers tangled in your hair to get a good grip and properly guide your movements. He pulled back and pushed back in, this time all the way until he heard and felt you gag around him. 

He stopped once he could feel the back of your throat, watching you struggle and start to panic, your hands moving up to the sides of his hips in an attempt to push him back. But, of course, he was too strong for you. 

“Shh, shh,” he cooed. “You’re doing so well.” 

He started to pick up a pace slow enough to relish the feeling of your mouth and not already waste his seed by shooting it into the back of your throat. After a few more thrusts, he pulled out, watching the string of spit connect his tip to your bottom lip with a grin.

“You see,” he started to explain, “in order to become a full-grown adult, which you will be after your Confirmation, you need to understand certain things. And, as the priest of your church, it is my duty to teach you the necessary lessons to let you go out into world with a clear conscience.”

He watched you intently, gauging your reaction to each and every word of his. You were still kneeling in front of him so he bent down, continuing to observe you at eye level. His breath came in slow, hot bursts as it repeatedly hit your face.

“You understand now why I have to do this, do you?” He asked.

You nodded, albeit hesitantly. 

“And you also understand that this is to stay between me and you, and me and you only, right?”

He waited for another nod, and when it wouldn’t come, he raised an eyebrow, his hand gripping your jaw tightly. 

“Do you understand?” He repeated with more force.

“Y-yes,” you mumbled. 

He let go of your jaw, clicking his tongue in approval. “Good. Now I need you to take your clothes off.”

His patience was starting to run thin, especially with the way he couldn’t find any release from this achingly throbbing tension. “Listen, we don’t have much time, and there’s nothing to be ashamed of. This body of yours…” 

This fucking body I need to desecrate. This body, this… tight virgin cunt.

“This body is a gift from God, wonderful and perfect like all His creations. And…” A mischievous smirk appeared on his face. “It’s not like I have never seen a woman’s body before.”

He watched your shy reaction, and your inhibitions crumble slowly. So he gave you one last push. “I’ll take my clothes off too,” he said, beginning to shed his clerical robes. “That way we’re even.”

Father Charlie watched you with satisfaction as you rid yourself of your clothes item by item. “Yeah, that’s a good girl.”

Once the last of his garments dropped on the ground, he told you to sit back down on the armchair, placing his hands on either side of you as he bent over you. His eyes travelled along your frame, wandering over the hills and valleys of your young, unsullied body.

“I need you to move your hand between your legs,” he said. “Touch yourself.”

This time you did what he said without hesitation. He could see your chest starting to heave, your breath visibly and audibly quickening as your hand slowly glided down your chest until it came into contact with your pure pussy for the first time.

“Fuck…” Charlie breathed, the grip on the armrest tightening as he fought the urge to fist his cock for at least some kind of relief. “Yes, just like that. Now push a finger in.”

You did.

“Does it feel wet? Does it slide in easily?” He asked as he observed how your lips parted at the initial sensation of pleasuring yourself.

You nodded.

“Try pushing in a second finger,” he commanded.

You did, your forehead creasing once it slipped all the way in.

“How does that feel? Tell me.”

“It feels…” You began, but couldn’t quite put it into words.

“Good?” He finished for you.

You nodded again.

“Try curling them upwards, like this,” he gestured a come hither movement with his own fingers for you to mimic.

And you did.

“But Father…” You gulped, “isn’t this… a sin?” You asked as you kept moving your hand.

He shook his head. “How can a natural urge be a sin? The Lord gave it to us.”

“I know, but—” His hand was back on your jaw, his digits pressing into the soft flesh of your cheeks.

“No ifs and buts, remember?” he reminded you, his gaze sharp. 

He quickly glanced at the clock. “You’ve been talking too much. Get up.”

You did as you were told while Charlie pushed the clutter off his desk, his movements rushed. He grabbed you by the back of your thighs, practically slamming you onto the desk and standing between your spread thighs.

So close to that heavenly cunt…

“The reason I’m doing this is because it is my duty as a priest,” he said leaning over you, his hand moving down your neck, over your collarbone, then closer and closer towards your chest.

“You need to know what it will be like to lay with your future husband,” he explained, his length pressing against your dripping core as his lips found your neck.

You reacted to his touches so organically, almost like second nature. Like this wasn’t your first time ever experiencing any kind of sexual activity.

Father Charlie knew he finally had you right where he wanted you. Where he needed you.

“It might hurt,” he mumbled against your neck as his hands cupped your tits, your nipples immediately trapped between his fingers as he pinched and pulled on them. “But that pain is gonna turn into something so much better. I promise.”

His lips travelled down your neck as he pushed you back onto the flat, cold surface of his desk, the temperature a stark contrast to your heated body. His tongue glided along your sternum, first to the left, around your now hardened nipple, then to the right, repeating the same process.

Charlie could hear your laboured breaths slowly but surely transform into hot gasps, soft moans falling from your lips whenever his tongue or fingers would graze the sensitive buds of your breasts. He knew he could take it further without much clueless confusion on your part.

He knew he could finally take you like he had wanted to for so long.

So he pushed into you in one rough motion, not stopping until he could feel the soft tissue of your hymen collapse under the pressure of his cock. 

You cried out, your hands instinctively gripping his strong arms, but he was quick to collect both your wrists in one hand and pin them above your head as he grabbed your thigh with the other. 

“Shh, shh,” he shut you up as he pulled your leg up and around his waist, allowing himself to fuck you from a different angle that would make it easier for him to fully thrust into your virgin cunt.

And, Lord, what a tight little cunt you had.  

His breaths escaped his lungs in ragged grunts as he pushed into you again and again, feeling your tight walls give in more and more to make him fit the longer he kept ramming his cock into you. The desk creaked under the pressure of his body colliding with yours, the wood bending with each new thrust that would allow him to slip further into your silky core. 

“Father—” You pleaded, arms unsuccessfully straining against his grip. “It… hurts.”

“Told you. But not much longer,” he said, his voice ragged as he ignored your attempts to make him stop. “Trust me.”

He could feel himself getting there, could feel how difficult it became to keep a steady rhythm. You were squeezing him in the best way possible, and he couldn’t even begin to think about how it would feel to have you milk his every last drop. 

His moans echoed off the walls of his small office when he felt you start to relax around him. “Yeah, that’s right,” he grunted, his voice nearly failing him. “Let me hear you.”

His thumb pulled your bottom lip down so your mouth would fall open, letting those sweet, clueless whines escape your throat freely. That was all he took as a confirmation of your starting to enjoy the way he was fucking you.

And that was all he needed to find his most earth shattering release so far. He pulled out quickly, finishing off with a couple more strokes before he shot hot spurts of his cum right onto your newly stretched and glistening cunt. 

“Look at me,” he groaned as he rode out his high, his eyes fixed on you, your heaving chest, your skin covered in a slight sheen of sweat, your cunt defiled and disgraced by your priest’s cum.

“Now you’re all set for Confirmation,” he said as he helped you up, then handed you a towel. “Make sure you’re clean before you come back for Sunday Mass. And remember, don’t tell your parents. If you can do that for me, I’ll show you much more if you want me to.”

They told you that during Confirmation, God the Holy Spirit comes upon the person, accompanied by God the Father and God the Son. They didn’t tell you Father Mayhew did, too.

[ikigaisvt]

laundry room

in which your husband is really good at cleaning - and he looks hot doing so.

pairing: seungcheol x she/her!reader, husband!seungcheol x wife!reader, somewhat dom!seungcheol x somewhat sub!reader & somewhat sub!seungcheol x somewhat dom!reader words: 2.6k content: smut, fluff (minors dni) warnings: reader uses she/her, seungcheol picks up reader twice (sorry), they're so in love with each other, sex standing up, vry horny reader tbh, seungcheol is a teasing shit, swearing, fingering, begging, multiple orgasms (for reader), unprotected sex, cum eating(?), petnames (for reader : sweetheart, darling, baby, wife, pretty wife / for seungcheol : baby) note: i had this idea after seeing a tiktok of a married couple cleaning up every night,,, MINORS DNI or you'll be blocked. anyway seungcheol is so husband material and i can see him doing the most for his partner irl (i love him sm) i hope everyone likes it, pls don't forget to reblog!

You always knew you were lucky to have such an amazing husband; in fact, all your friends asked you at least once where you found him.

Seungcheol is truly a dream come true: he is a hardworking man, he always finds energy to cook for you, clean around the house every night, but most importantly, he never fails to make time to love you but also to satisfy you. Ever since you two started going to bed – to do more than sleeping – he always found a moment to fulfill your needs, with no shaming.

It's been over three hours since your husband came home, looking as good as ever and a little over an hour since you two started cleaning up around the house after dinner; your daily cleaning time started in the kitchen with Seungcheol doing the dishes while you were wiping down the counter tops. You stole glances at your husband the whole time, noticing the way his arms bulged at every one of his movements, his white shirt hugging his body tightly, his back tattoo showing through the thin material making you drool at the view. He was truly a sight to behold with his blonde hair gently grazing at his upper cheeks as a natural smile hangs on his lips. A few times, he took you by surprise as he turned around to meet your eyes, a chuckle leaving his lips almost every time, knowing you were turning into a puddle – down to your panties – at the way he looked.

Your cleaning made its way through the living room as you were in charge of fluffing the sofa cushions and dusting the coffee table while your husband was vacuuming. The stolen glances followed you all throughout the housework, as if you were still a shy student having a crush on your senior, as if you were not looking at your husband who fucks you every night. As you keep working on the cushions, fluffing them over and over again, being too flustered at the sight of your husband, you wish for time to go by faster so you can hop in the shower and burn your skin with cold water.

But since your husband is none other than the teasing shit Choi Seungcheol is, he keeps making exaggerated noises, groaning every time he has to bend down or push out a chair. He even goes as far as to wipe the sweat on his forehead with his shirt, his torso all in the open for you to feast your eyes upon. You almost snap a few times because his antics were distracting you from your task in hands but you know that sooner than later, it will be time to go to bed and you will somehow get what you want – like you always do. Because as much as Seungcheol is a teasing shit, he is first and foremost a simp for you.

“Are we ready to take care of the laundry, sweetheart?” your husband asks you, wrapping his arms around your waist as you organize a console in your living room, “Because it is hell in there.” He pouts, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Yeah, all done here!” you say cheerfully, caressing his hands before making your way to the laundry room, “Come on, the quicker we finish this up, the quicker we can go to bed!” you tell him as you push the door open.

“Oh, you want me in bed so bad.” He teases you making your ears burn.

As soon as you enter the room, you start to unload the dryer to fold everything up as you take special care to ignore Seungcheol’s words – and the burning sensation in the pit of your stomach as your husband starts to unload the washing machine. You start to fold up clean clothes and towels, making distinct piles of everything so it is easier to put away, trying your best to ignore your husband who’s quietly working on loading the dryer behind you – his groans and huffs still present in his breath. But as nothing comes without hardships, you fail miserably at ignoring his presence – his scent almost overwhelming you, his presence enveloping you, almost feeling his hands on you. You slowly get lost in the sensation he could give you if only he was touching you right now-

“Baby?” you hear his voice whisper in your neck, giving you goosebumps all the way down to your back, desire building in your stomach, “You’re good?”

“Hm, yeah,” you say as he starts to kiss down the side of your neck, his hands rubbing at your hips, “Just had a moment.”

“Wanna talk about it?” he asks in his deep voice, his hair tickling your collarbones and his lips never once leaving your neck, making your panties wetter by the second.

“I- fuck, I’m okay,” you say, a moan threatening to spill out of your mouth.

“Yeah? You don’t sound okay, darling,” he admits, his hand slowly making its way towards your pink cherry shorts while his other one wraps around your waist pining you gently to his body, “Is that okay?” he asks in your ear, playing with the band of your short.

“Hm, yeah,” you mumble out, one of your hands finding anchor on his arm around your waist, the other one resting on the counter top in front of you, “please,” you beg lowly, already needing him to fuck you.

“My pretty wife, begging so good for me, hm?” he chuckles, his digits crossing your shorts and panties, lightly touching your clit, wetness pouring out of you, “You’re already dripping, sweetheart.” he groans, drawing circles over your clit, building up your orgasm – as if you are not so close already.

“Only for you,” you moan, the knot in your tummy getting tighter and tighter, almost snapping, “Please- need you-” you say, reaching out behind you for his belt but before you can do as much as graze him, he takes your hand and pin it to the counter, making you bend down slightly.

“Let’s not get too greedy, now, hm? You’ve been so good for me, it’d be a shame to ruin everything now, wouldn’t it?” he warns, two of his fingers sinking in your pussy, your walls stretching to welcome him, more cum dripping out of you.

“S-sorry, fuck, feels so good,” you say, almost drooling at the way his fingers feel, plunging in and out in a timed rhythm, his thumb never once stopping its movements on your clit, bringing you so close to the edge, “I- just wanted to- know,” you try to explain, your words coming out all slurred from pleasure.

“Wanted to know what? If I’m hard for you?” he snickers, pushing his pelvis to your body, his hard-on pressing over your lower back, “Feel me.” he whispers, angling his fingers differently, grazing at your sweet spot, your moans coming out in rhythm with the pounding he settled for, “Of course I’m hard for you, darling. You should see yourself right now,” he chokes out, lightly humping himself against you, moans building in his throat, “And knowing you got horny over me cleaning around the house? Here I was, trying to be a good husband while my horny little wife was eye fucking me the entire time.” He sneers before whispering “Of course I saw you.” in answer to your whines.

“Cheol, cheol- fuck, baby,” you mumble, your orgasm burning at your stomach and all the way down to your pussy, your legs almost giving out below you, “I’m so close, can I please cum, please, let me cum, please, please, please,” you babble, feeling like your body is on fire, your eyes stinging with tears.

“Cum for me baby, go ahead,” he says, his fingers never once stopping as he wraps his arms around your waist, supporting you completely, “You can let go, darling. Let it wash over you, I got you,” he whispers, kissing your hair, before you slump in his arms, your orgasm making your legs give out and your eyes roll out. Your pussy spams around his fingers as they never once stop, working through your orgasm making you drip with cum, ruining your shorts and dripping down your thighs.

“Fuck- baby, you came so much,” your husband says as he pulls out his hand from your shorts, making you wince out. It takes you all the strength in the world to open your eyes and look back at Seungcheol, seeing him suck on his two fingers, moaning at the way you taste.

“Cheol- this is so dirty, even for you,” you moan, fully turning around and hiding your head in his neck.

“I don’t know what you mean, sweetheart,” he chuckles as he takes a hold of your face, leaning in slowly to kiss you – it always feels like he says I love you when his lips are against yours, “Are you okay? That was a lot,” he adds, resting his forehead against yours.

“I’m fine- I just feel clammy,” you pout, your fingers playing with the hem of his shirt and it takes everything in Seungcheol to not gasp when your fingers graze against his pants. Little does he knows you are doing it on purpose.

“Want to jump in the shower?” he asks, already parting from you before you grasp at his shirt mumbling something so softly he doesn’t even hear your words, “What was that, darling? Speak up for me, please?”

“No, I- want to keep going,” you whisper, not giving him any time to answer that you’re already kissing him, smoothly trying to get the upper hand before he grabs your jaw, setting out a rhythm that pleases him.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, beloved,” he says after breaking the kiss, letting go of your jaw, “You want me?” he whispers, his arms resting on the countertop behind you, caging you against him.

“Yes- please,” you say, looking up with doe eyes, “Need you- Need your cock,” you whimper, already grabbing at his shirt, pulling it up so he can get the clue.

“Fuck- Okay sweetheart, I’ll fuck you,” he says, grabbing at your waist, you lower back bumping against the counter, “Nice and slow, hm? Is that what you want?”

“Yeah- want you,” you whisper, kissing his neck, all the way up to his jaw, making him groan out. He gently taps at your upper thigh, wanting you up on the counter all for himself. Just like a meal.

He gently puts you down, your thighs immediately wrapping around his hips, feeling his cock pushing against your clothed pussy while you still try to get him to lose the shirt, “Get the shirt off,” you mumble, your words working just like you wanted – and even a little too well – as he takes a step back to take off his shirt and his pants – his briefs falling to the ground too, “Fuck- baby- didn’t know you were going to do a strip tease for me,” you chuckle, still not you used to the sight of your husband even after being with him for years.

“You’re so silly,” he says, coming back between your legs to kiss you, as you touch his shoulders, feeling his muscles move at the way he plays with your shirt, “Your turn,” he mumbles against your lips, pulling your shirt over your head and throwing it behind him, “Now, this needs to go,” he says as he snaps the waistband of your short against your skin making it redden before pulling it off along with your panties, “We’re so lucky we’re in the laundry room because we are about to get so dirty,” he jokes out, the mood feeling lighter than before, love taking its deserved place between you two.

“Now who’s the silly one, hm?” you chuckle, looking at him as if he holds the world in his hands – and probably some more, your words making him giggle before he works himself up again, his hand wrapping around his cock, pre-cum oozing at the tip, “You look so hot,” you whisper, your eyes transfixed on his movement and the way his cock twitches with pleasure.

“Are you ready for me, darling?” he asks, a blush on his face at the compliment, as he teases your hole with his cock, driving you more and more insane.

“Yeah- just fuck me,” you whine, your hips bucking towards him, “Like you know how to do. Only you know how to handle me.” you tell him, teasing him before he plunges into you, your walls adjusting around him, you two moaning at the pleasure to feel each other. To drown in each other.

“Baby- you feel so good- so, so good for me,” he whimpers, his hips slightly bucking towards you.

“You can move, baby,” you tell him, tapping his upper arm lightly before finding anchor on his shoulders, your hands playing with his hair at his nape. He sets a slow rhythm, trying to reach as deep as he can, his hips flush against yours, making you moan out every time he pushes back against you. You drop your head back, closing your eyes as he kisses down your chest, up to your neck and jaw. You feel him bite, suck everywhere he can reach while you can only pull at his hair, pressure building in your lower belly, your moans getting louder and louder.

“Feels good, baby? Am I handling you like you wanted me to?” he chuckles against your throat, his truths meeting your pussy harder, quicker as he chases after his own orgasm.

“Fuck- yeah, yeah, you’re the only who knows how to fuck me,” you choke out, pleasure building all the way up in your throat, feeling yourself teetering on the brink of your orgasm, “I’m so close, please, please, let me cum baby, please, Cheol,” you cry out, tears threatening to spill.

“Shit- hold it, p-please, wanna come with my wife, please,” he begs, his hips working harder to finally let go.

“Baby, fuck- Come with me, come with me,” you choke out, pulling on his hair harder, your thighs wrapping around his frame, “Fill me up, make me yours- Cum for your wife,” you moan, breaking the last thread of sanity you both were holding on, feeling Seungcheol’s cock twitch as you clutch around him, both of your orgasms washing over you, making you shudder at the strength of it all.

You slowly come back to yourself, feeling Seungcheol leave tiny kisses over your belly, your hands stroking his hair. He slowly looks up at you, his lips harboring a lovesick smile, his eyes shining with a thousand stars.

“If you were not my wife already, I’d ask you to marry me right now,” he chuckles, massaging your hips as he pulls out, his cum almost dripping on the counter top, “That was the best orgasm of my life.” He admits, adoration coming out on his features.

“You’re too silly for my own good,” you joke, slowly sitting up straighter, trying to avoid making an even bigger mess, “We really did a mess of ourselves,” you acknowledge, a smile ever still presents on your lips.

“It’s our turn to get cleaned up now,” he says lightly, picking you up bride style as you let out a little scream at the surprise of being in the air.

Seungcheol might be silly – for saying he’d marry you because you gave him a good orgasm – and much more, but you know where he is coming from. In fact, you’d marry him a hundred times more. For he takes care of you like no one ever will, for he holds your world in his hands and for he is your soulmate. (And also, for the mind-blowing orgasms).

thank you so much for reading, i hope you enjoyed! don't forget to like, reblog, comment 🫶 (and pls send all of your good energy to seungcheol so he can get up on his feet quickly!)

[sscieloz]

What Friends do

Kim Minjeong x 5thmember!reader

Synopsis: winter finds out that you and giselle have been fucking. as you grow tired of her subtle glares and questions, you ask her if she wants to try it, too. She’s hesitant about it, at first, but soon confesses that she’d love to try being edged in public, and naturally, you’re more than happy to help her with that.

Warnings: sub!winter x dom!reader. public edging + cumming. vibrators. lots of plot w a little bit of smut, I guess :) I hope this is ok ˆˆ I tried my best.

Word count: 5k

Notes: I j kept writing and suddely it was 5k long lol. honestly, I think +3k words (personally speaking) might be too much… the words start to lose their meanings and my writing kind of slacks off, yk? So it’ll try to tone it down, for any future works. that’s my opinion, tbh. what do you think?

Pt.1 | Pt.2 | Pt.3

-

“Are you and Aeri unnie a thing?” Winter asks, ever so casually. Her eyes are still glued on her phone; playing sudoku, most likely.

Her words make you choke on your milkshake, coughing violently. “What? No. of course not,” You add, curiously, “What makes you think that?”

“She checks you out all the time.” Your bandmate shrugs, tone indifferent as if she were talking about the weather. “And it’s not like you’re exactly subtle, either. You’d think her face is in her tits, with how much you ogle them.”

You frown, playing with your drink’s straw. Your encounters with Aeri were happening with some sort of frequency now, although it was rather natural— you were both needy and the sex was good and easy, so it was truly a win-win situation. However, you’ve never stopped to think about the way you acted in public. Now that you did, you could observe the truth behind Winter’s comments: you’d gotten closer to her over the past few weeks. Giselle wasn’t a naturally over affective person, but she’d often be found tugging your shirt or brushing your hips, dragging you to be closer to her whenever you wandered too far.

You gulp, reminding yourself to talk to her about it, later.

“…because if you are, then it’s ok, too.” You’ve missed most of Winter’s discourse, lost in thoughts, one she’s deeply immersed into. The older girl’s voice hushes in a low, hesitant tone, the usual confidence she’d try so hard to bring on stage all gone now. “I just wish any of you told us. I-I thought we were friends! I tell you everything. It’s not fair.”

Winter’s short, auburn hair moves with the wind’s breeze, enticing her delicate appearance. She crosses her arms, rolling her eyes once she realizes you were too distracted to pay attention to her words and give her a proper answer.

She already knows about it, somehow. And she’s hurt you haven’t told her. You realize. She’s a smart, attentive girl, of course; probably figured it out all by herself.

“Sorry, I dozed out.” You shrug as she remains silent, not backing down from getting her answer—yet not amused, either. It wasn’t uncommon for you to unintentionally drift apart during a conversation, with your unnies having to explain stuff to you two, sometimes three times, before you finally managed to maintain your focus for long enough to understand. “Ok, ok. We might’ve fucked a few times…”

Minjeong smirks; she loves to be right about things. Clapping her hands, she lets out little giggles, “I knew it! Why didn’t you tell me sooner, Y/n? We’re literally best friends!”

She was right; Winter was the one you were closest with, out of all the girls, even though none of you knew exactly why. Your personalities were rather different. However, you’d often be found talking for hours and hours over the craziest topics with insane enthusiasm. You tell her everything, and she was great at giving you advice and putting you back to your senses. She never complained, not even when your banter was too frequent or too whiny for the other members to endure.

“I’m sorry,” You apologize, sincerely. You really should’ve told her: it was nothing serious, and there was no reason in hiding it. “It just didn’t even go through my mind. It was so natural how it happened the first time—and the others… I didn’t think it would even matter.” You poke her nose, noticing the way Winter’s pout turns into a small smile. You knew she wasn’t truly upset— she simply just longs to be a part of your life. “What do you want to know, though? C’mon, I’ll tell you everything.”

Your suggestive tone is the reason Winter’s face turns as red as a tomato, sipping on her Coke Zero avidly to avoid your suggestive answer.

She does smack you when your loud laugh starts attracting them attention, though.

-

“Aeri is going out.” Winter announces, taking your AirPods off without your consent, so you’d fully focus on her.

You glance at Aeri, who’s caught up rearranging a bunch of stuff in one of her small Prada purses. Your bandmate is wearing a beautiful leopard dress with scandalous black heels, pin-straight hair falling neatly to her waist and red tint kissing her lips. She looks flawless, much different from you— too cozy in your big pajamas and disheveled hair.

“I have eyes, you know.” You mumble, but smile at the sight of the Uchinaga, dropping your nintendo on the couch and whistling to get her attention. “You look so hot, Aeri unnie! Have fun!” Aeri smiles and gives you and Winter a kiss before running towards the door.

“I will, thanks Y/nn-ie! Don’t wait up for me!” She screams as she locks the door, leaving the room silent. The only apparent tension is Winter, who stares at you with narrowed eyes.

“What is wrong with you, unnie?” You scoff, annoyed as you return to your game. Mario’s red cap and silhouette can be seen through the screen in your hands, and Winter shifts on the couch, hugging her knees as she keeps on staring at you.

“Aeri is going out. Somi-sunbaenim will be there, too.” She repeats herself, making you even more confused. Seeing your frown and how her words weren’t enough to have you interested in paying her attention, Winter grabs the device, shutting it down.

“Hey! What the fuck?” You try to take it from her hands, only for her to tighten her grip.

The auburn haired girl has, unlike you, a significant amount of strength.

“Yn, focus! Aeri is going out and Somi will be there!” Her voice is outraged, not able to understand how you were so chill about this.

“So?” You are still frowning as you try to get your nintendo back, clearly not bothered. “Somi’s fucking hot, Winter. I hope Aeri fucks her. Again, I mean. You know…”

Winter’s mouth opens to a big O, surprised by your answer. You take advantage of that moment to grab your nintendo back, although she’d managed to get your sole focus. You cock your head to the sides, engines running with the earn of being able to understand what went through her mind.

“Aren’t you jealous? Or insecure?” Winter asks, frowning.

“What? No. Why would I be?” seeing her equally confused expression, you sigh, sitting properly. “Winter, we fuck, that’s literally it. Aeri and I are friends, and will only be friends. It’s just sex, really.”

It was clear that the older girl still didn’t understand your dynamics, but she bit her tongue, not wanting to be a bitch about it.

“Ok.” She nodded, messing her hair, “I just don’t really get it, I think.”

“There’s no jealousy between us, Minjeongie.” You tell her, hoping to clarify things. “Because there’s not a relationship, get it? And there won’t be one. We are friends, and bandmates, and we like to have fun, sometimes. Nothing else.”

She stands up, still looking at you as if you were an alien.

“Ok.” Your bandmate sighs, clearly disapproving your whole dynamics. “I’ll go to my room.”

“Huh, ok.”

You stare at Winter’s back while she leaves the living room, without waiting for an answer.

-

The two of you are splashed on your bedroom’s massive rug when she mentions it again.

“So… it all started with that?” Winter asks, looking at the vibrator displayed on your desk. You grit your teeth, realizing you’d simply thrown it in the first place you saw, after cleaning it. You had found the toy when doing your laundry, and decided it wouldn’t hurt to keep it extra clean, even if it had been ages since you’ve last used it.

After the day Giselle went to the party, you started noticing how curious Winter had gotten about your relationship— or lack thereof. She’d send you subtle glances whenever the five of you were hanging out, and her questions were soon becoming more and more obvious. It was fairly noticeable, how intrigued and interested the whole thing had gotten her.

With that, Winter started seeking for details of how you and Giselle fucked for the first time, which led you to the current situation: the green vibrator displayed in your hands, teasing your friend as you playfully jiggle it onto her face. You try to hand it to her so she’ll touch it, but she retreats instead, face all red from embarrassment.

“Pretty much, yeah.” You smirk, eyeing her just as curiously, “Why are you suddenly so interested, though? Would you like to try it?”

“What, no! Ew.” Her eyes go wide at your suggestion, and Winter shakes her head vigorously. You laugh at how she looks like she’s about to combust; she’s always been so composed, and so… chaste, whenever one of you mentioned anything about sex. It’s endearing, even.

You had thought, initially, that she was simply a private person— which was more than ok, of course. However, her current reactions led you to wonder if her reactions weren’t from lack of experience, too.

“Ok, then.” You tuck your vibrator back in the drawers and brush the subject off, immediately sensing how her muscles relax, and her face changes into a mix of easy features. The last thing you’d want is to make her uncomfortable, so the change is much appreciated.

You do notice how Winter keeps biting her lip, though. And the way her eyes flicker to your drawers, before focusing back on your face. You bite your cheek, too, to prevent a big smile from covering your face. She’ll come around, just like you did. Patience was a virtue, and you would happily wait for your friend to grow confident enough to come out of her shell and take whatever she wanted to.

-

“I changed my mind.” Winter announces, staring down at you with assertiveness. You snort, pouting.

“Yeah, that’s too bad. You gave me that fucking top, there’s no way you’re getting it back.”

“No.” She rolls her eyes, annoyed. “I mean, about that other thing.”

The five of you have just finished performing at Music Bank, and you’re currently trying very hard to sit still, so the makeup artist can work on getting all the foundation out of your face. As a result, you’re unable to turn and take a proper look at your bandmate, whose voice is so quiet you barely hear her correctly.

“You mean dinner? Because we still have to cook, even though it sucks, I know. It’s our day, there’s no escape.” You frown. Winter rubs her arms nervously, eyes staring everywhere but at your face.

“No!” She’s exasperated, and impatient to know you’re not playing with her: you simply don’t understand what she’s implying. Which means she’ll have to be direct about it, nearly begging. And that’s the last thing Winter wants to do. “I want to… try what you’ve suggested, the other day. With the, ahn sex thing.”

You try your best to not make your eyes grow wide, swallowing deep to keep focus. “Ok. Do you want to do it when we get back home?”

Winter hesitates. Her hands trace patterns on the beige vanity, “I don’t know. I don’t know if I want to do it at home, either.” She seems to ponder, before adding. “But I do want to do it. Badly”.

“Ok.” You nod, smiling at her to make sure she’s comfortable and completely reassured. “We can just go with it whenever you’re comfortable, then. There’s no need to hurry.”

Winter smiles back at you, before being dragged by Ningning to film that new tiktok challenge the maknae’s been so eager to shoot. You don’t mind, though. In, fact, you thrive on watching them being the silliest, carefree versions of themselves they can, while on camera. It pleases you to know they can show such part of themselves to your fans without being scrutinized or criticized.

-

The five of you are at the mall, enjoying your day off together as if you’ve never been separated in your entire lives. You’re laying in one of the waiting room’s cushions, waiting for Karina and Ningning to be done with trying on the whole store’s winter collection. Giselle’s hands are full, too, and her critical eyes examine every piece before choosing for herself. Her expressive faces leave you curious, eager to you know what thoughts go through her mind. In fact, you get so invested in trying to guess the girl’s internal monologue, you barely notice Winter’s frame standing beside you.

You haven’t touched her at all, not ever since she’s confessed to you about her urges. You know Winter must be fuming, whimpering with need and the desire to be relived, or simply touched, in any ways you’d like. Your intention was to leave the idea of being pleasured linger on your bandmate’s mind. The flashes going through her brain for weeks until she was nothing but pliable and ready for your commands, searching restlessly for an orgasm that she’d have to work really hard for.

It was the sweetest part, out of all of it. Being able to see Winter jump slightly whenever your fingers brush her skin, like a lost, fragile bunny. You adore it.

“Y/n.” She whines, and you can hear the neediness in her voice, no matter how much she tries to hide it. “I don’t want to wait, anymore. I want it now.”

You roll her eyes at her demands, even though you’ve already decided you’ve had enough playing, too.

“I do have something for you, Winter.” You tell her, reaching your arms out. Once she gets to you, you kiss her hands, ever so gently. “Something to make you feel better. To kill the urges that have been going on your body for weeks, now. Would you like it?”

Her voice falters. “I thought you had forgotten about t-that.”

“Oh, I could never.” You think your smirk will surpass your face, with how much you’re smiling. Ever since she’d pleaded for you to touch her, your mind has been plagued by the numerous ways you’d take her, ruining her pretty little body until she was passed out, drunk on her orgasms. “Shall we, then?”

Truth be told, the anticipation you’ve built was starting to get to you as much as it riled Winter up.

She was confused to be guided to the restroom stalls rather to the car. Were you not taking her home? How else would you get a taste of her, like you promised, then?

Her thoughts, however, dissipated once you started to unbutton her jeans, letting the loose piece fall through her knees.

“W-What are you doing?” She paled, trying to reach for them back. Her back hit the wall, and she was once again reminded of how petite she truly was, cornered by your frame. She tried her best to nudge you, hoping to get you off her. Your feet, however, were stamped onto the ground, and the grip you had on her hips was a tad too strong. She gulped, realizing you’ve allowed her to overpower you every time you played games or competed for something. “Someone might c-come in, Y/n. Please…”

It aroused you to have her begging so quickly. You’d barely touched her, yet there she was: with her mouth half open and her fingers poking, scratching your neck. You smiled.

“They can.” You confirmed, seeing her gulp. “We better not take long, then. Right? We wouldn’t want anyone to see you like this. You look so pretty, though. I wish you could see yourself, right now.”

Your words were nothing but true. She looks so adorable, it leaves you aching. Your hands twitch, tense with how much you’ve envisioned groping her tiny body and sticking your fingers up in her cunt until she was screaming loud enough for everyone in that store to know what you were up to.

You’d wait for her to come around and be confident, though, just like Giselle did to you. Besides, the anticipation was part of the fun.

She hums, already feeling herself become lightheaded by your praises. Soon enough, Winter finds herself getting distracted by your sweetness, and it’s not long until she’s completely relaxed under you. In fact, she’s so engrossed by your frame, she barely registers your hand. It trails lower, and your fingers brush her clit through her small panties.

Winter drops her head, even though she’s no longer worried, and looks up to meet your eyes.

“I did say you were going to get what you’ve been asking for, didn’t I, dearest?” You explain, focused on her big orbs. Winter’s eyes observe your every move, attentive. “And you’ve been doing so good with the shows and rehearsals… You deserve a treat, naturally.”

You allow your hand to cub her sex, slowly caressing it as you feel her shiver under you. With gentle manners, you insert two of your fingers into her cunt, smirking to find her already dripping wet. She moans so loud you start placing small, wet kisses down her neck, to gather her focus back to you and not to the deep, unhurried pleasure your fingers provide her, now pulling in an out in a slow rhythm.

Taking all of her in, you add, “Do you like this, Minjeongie? The thrill of knowing someone might walk in and know how dirty you are, spreading yourself for me with such ease?” You smirk, not resisting on rubbing her clit for a few seconds, before your fingers find the place they were meant to wander for so long. “God, your cute little cunt is so wet already.”

You let out a little laugh, reminding of yourself of your intentions as you retrieve your fingers from her pussy, making her lick them clean. She does so, like a good, obedient girl.

“You always excel in everything, unnie. Such a good job you’re doing.” You praise the girl locked in your arms, immediately shutting down her needy whines and complaints.

“Please don’t stop…” Whatever words Winter’s had in mind die the moment she spots a small toy in your hands. You flicker it between your fingers, allowing her to process what you intended to do. “It this—“

“What you’ve told me about? Yes, it is.” You smile, making a show of sucking and getting the vibrator wet for her yourself. This time, it’s her turn to have a darkened gaze, one filled with hunger. Her attention is all on you: on your next movements, on your body. You adore it. “I even got it in purple, just like you had told me. It’s so pretty, Winter. A pretty little toy for a pretty girl, begging to be ruined.” You murmur, getting to your knees and facing her pussy. Your gaze never leaves hers, careful to not miss a single breath of hers.

Winter is truly a sight, and you want to make sure you’d remember all of her sensitive, fast responses.

In fact, you were actually very surprised when Winter went to your room in the middle of the night, confessing about her few, failed sexual experiences and what she’d like to try, someday. It wasn’t unusual for you to talk about sex with your bandmates, although Winter never spoke about herself to you— at least, not directly. However, the two of you were already used to talking about numerous topics, and the conversation went by easily enough. You were pretty surprised to hear her confess, with a quiet tone, about how much the thought of herself being tossed around like a doll aroused her. How she sometimes fantasized about doing things in public, yet hidden enough so people wouldn’t be completely sure about her actions. It pleased her, knowing she’d be clouding their minds, leaving them wondering without a proper answer. Though they’d have their doubts, no one would have a clue about it: that was what aroused her the most.

Of course, you were more than eager to make her wishes come true, and the current time seemed like the perfect one to do just that.

Winter’s pretty cunt’s all on display for you, and you can’t help but to get a taste of her. So, of course, you do so: parting her folds, you give her clit a brief, sloppy kiss. You feel your friend’s delicate fingers forging a firm hold onto your hair, and Winter tries her best to not make any noises. It’s the same as nothing, though.

She is, just as you had imagined it, too sensitive.

“No! Y/n, don’t tease…” She huffs, frustrated. As the toy slips inside, she can’t help but to let out a high-pitched scream—one that’s muffled by her own hands, who run towards her mouth in hopes to keep herself quiet. Her shoulders shake due to her laughs, then, as she fails terribly.

Seeing her so carefree is more than enough to have you giggling, too. You mess her hair, pinching her cheeks.

“Behave, ok? If you’re good enough ‘till the end of the day, I might reward you when we get home.” You promise Winter as you get up, zipping her pants back to place adn kissing her cheek.

The look she gives you assures you she’ll be anything but.

-

“Are you okay, Minjeongie? Your face is all flushed.” Karina asks the red-haired girl, as the oldest sits beside you at the restaurant.

The three of you nod, and Ningning is quick to put her palm over Winter’s forehead.

“You’re hot, too. And all sweaty. Were you this sick earlier in the afternoon?” She asks, with a worried tone. Winter takes a sip of her water, hoping to collect herself before answering her bandmates, but nearly drowns herself in it once you increase the intensity of the vibrations. They echo into her cunt, making it impossible for her to answer anything straight.

She was so stupid, thinking it was an easy task: walk around with the girls as they tried some clothes on, then attend dinner, and soon to go back to their dorms, where she’d get her reward for being a good girl and finally get properly fucked, like she had silently begged you for so long. No, she was a smart, attentive girl. How could she not have predicted that stupid toy would send such hums deep into her walls? It was difficult to stay still, and nearly impossible to focus or to keep her mouth shut. In fact, she feared deeply she’d just end up moaning loudly if she even tried to speak anything.

Luckily for her, you decide to give her a few moments of peace. As soon as the settings were back to its lowest, she takes another long gulp, with deep breaths, too.

“I’m all good, really. Just tired from walking around so much.” It’s all she manages to say, avoiding Ningning’s lingering touches.

“We should get you to the doctor, perhaps.” Giselle suggests. Her eyes, however, are not focused on Winter. Her attention is all on you, instead. Her gaze is so strong you turn your head away, looking everywhere but to your best friend.

“No! No, there’s no need for that.” Winter gesticulates, nodding and moving her upper body as much as she’s able to without getting the toy to budge. She tries her best to prove to her friends she was indeed ok. “Really, I’m sure it’ll pass once the food c-comes fuck.” Winter stands up abruptly, leaning on her arms to lift herself up as her legs felt like pure jelly. “Nervermind. I j-just have to use the restroom real quick. If you’ll excuse me.”

So, Winter leaves, without waiting for an answer. Almost instantly, you get up too, setting your napkin aside in a calming motion.

“I’ll go help her, girls. Don’t worry.” They all nod, their features completely diverting from one another; while Karina is frowning, Ning keeps alternating her looks into you and the hallway Winter has just disappeared into, torn between letting you handle the situation or stepping up and helping her unnie herself, and Giselle… Giselle has a blank expression, the engines running inside her mind.

Her long nails tap the wooden table in a steady rhythm, staring at your back as you leave them be, walking into the restroom to meet your bandmate. You make sure to lock the door once you get inside, too.

The room is exquisite, a perfect portrait of the whole establishment; embroiled with white and red, the adornments are carefully thought to have the room give off a harmonious, eloquent vibe. You don’t pay much attention to it, though. Instead, your gaze is focused on the girl in front of you, the one who’s gripping the sink with too much strength.

“Are you unwell, unnie? How can I help you?” You ask her, playfully.

Winter stares at you thought the mirror, as you approach her. Her teeth are clenched, her clothes are nibbled and her looks hold fire in them. You’re certain she could kill someone with such thing as a stare if she wanted to.

She opens her mouth, ready to throw a world of curses at you, but stops herself once you motion to your phone, now placing her vibrator at a particularly high setting.

“I’d keep some of those pretty thoughts of yours inside your head, if you’d like to cum just now.”

She’s smart, insufferably so, and you get the proof of it as soon as your words leave your mouth. Quickly, Winter’s defiant stare is gone, and she’s all pliable in your embrace, instead. She’s a whiny little mess, rubbing her teeth on your neck, licking and sucking it just slightly— though not enough to bruise.

“Let me cum, Y/n? Please? I really think I might explode.” She pleads, looking at you with her best puppy eyes. “I need it s-so bad, I swear I’ll fucking do anything, ‘promise.”

You smile at her change of attitude, nodding as you take the vibrator out of her cunt in one, swift motion, replacing it with your fingers. Your thumb works on her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure on it. Finally, you allow her to get the relief she so desperately wants.

“You can cum now, darling. Do it, then.”

The permission is all Winter needs to explode, her body throbbing as she feels so full of pleasure, with fireworks dangling from her skin into every possible part of her body. It’s so good, and she feels so complete it becomes difficult to breathe— the overwhelming sensations enough to make her shiver. She bites on your neck, then; just a single one, to keep her from screaming like she wanted to. You hold her through her orgasm, your strong arms helping to ride her through it as you whisper sweet praises in her ear. You’re proud of Winter.

You lose count of how many minutes you wait, making sure her breaths are even and stable to release her from your hold.

“You did excellent, holding up the whole time. Didn’t even let a single whimper out, in front of the girls. You took it so good, Winter…. Truly perfect.” You smirk, giving Winter’s tiny waist a reassuring squeeze. She hides her face in embarrassment, humming curses at you, but you can tell she’s delighted, too.

Grabbing her by the hips, you gently put her up on the marble. It’s an easy task, with her being so small, but the way your palms nearly circle her entire waist is enough for her face to get all flustered, once again.

Your low tone soothes Winter, who leans her head back as she feels your soft hands between her thighs, cleaning you up with paper the best you can, careful to not touch her most sensitive areas. The ghost of your fingers are enough to make her twitch, though, as much as she tries not to. Her responsiveness lets a laugh out of you, and you kiss the insides of her thighs, looking up at Winter with a reassuring smile.

“Stop saying it like that.” She murmurs, biting her bruised lip. Her hands run through her hair, just for the sake of having something to occupy herself with.

You smirk, throwing the paper away as you turn, taking a proper look at the beautiful, messy state she is. Still knelt between her thighs, you massage her thighs, palming them in big, circling motions.

“Like what?” You smirk, feigning innocence. Winter slaps you, playfully, and you shake your head, helping her to get down.

“Let’s go. The girls must be worried.” She says, trying to guide you out.

You stop her, gently grabbing her by the elbows.

“Are you really ok, though?” You ask, scanning her. “It’s ok if you still want some more time to gather yourself before going out, again. I can totally come up with something to fool them, or I don’t know—.”

Winter shakes her head, shifting her weight from one leg to the other. She’s shy, suddenly, as she answers, “I’m completely fine, I swear! Actually, I liked it a l-lot.”

You sigh, relieved. “Ok, ok. But if you feel otherwise, tell me. Deal?”

“Deal.” Your bandmate assures you, reaching out for the door. Before you leave, she calls for you quietly, “Y/n?”

You hum, staring at her still-flustered face.

“Thank you, you know. For… all of that.” Winter says, giving vou a faint smile.

“Don’t stress about it, unnie.” You smile back, nudging her. “It’s what friends do, right?”

Winter laughs, not believing your words.

“Sure. That’s what friends do.”

[the5thcellar]

I actually think Luke is serious about A. That age gap is typically what men marry these days. I think he's crazy about her and was taking it slow after a long term break up before going official. That shows intention, planning, and wanting her. I wouldn't be surprised the official IG couple post is coming soon.

I'm just upset that they took it this far with promo. Tom and Z were meeting each other's family outside of work early on, so to say you are officially brining him to meet the fame was a bit much. Closing your eyes when she touches your face? Grade A acting. I hate that it makes me believe he was never attracted to an amazing woman like Nicola. I feel dumb for falling for it all. I hope Nicola finds a handsome guy who will love her proudly.

that's a really interesting take tbh! ive actually never considered he was serious about her in the sense of marrying - but of course this is purely based off the vibes I get and is entirely my own view.

one of the reasons i say this is because luke doesn't seem too inclined to keep a completely friendly distance between himself and nic - i heard that the QC leads india and corey were shipped really hard by fans as well and he had a gf during the whole press run - and towards the end india and corey started posing separately on carpets (i.e. no touching, no friendly hand around shoulder even during photos etc) because they wanted to emphasise that they were really just friends.

luke in contrast seems to have no qualms about blurring lines - and one of the reasons the more rabid fans kept insulting Antonia was a direct result of the fact that he kept stating his "single" status to press. I think he could have helped Antonia avoid a lot of the flak she drew by just stating that he's seeing someone. but maybe he felt it would draw even more attention to his private life and her? idk. i don't want to puzzle over his motivations because I don't believe they are too complex - I've said this many times before and I'll keep saying it - no matter how good a man seems (and I do believe Luke is very good and sweet), trying to justify anything they do is still a sure path to disappointment.

more importantly: please don't feel dumb for falling for the hope that nic and luke could be together! i really don't think they were being deliberately disingenuous - i actually think the opposite - i think they themselves are often confused about what they really are and it's just easier to define it as being great friends. it's strange but i get the feeling that they see each other as a source of potential - it's simultaneously impossible and also the easiest thing in the world for them to envision a reality where they're together - there just seems to be many barriers to it happening for real. they're comfortable living in the liminal space between great friendship and great romantic love - it definitely explains why nic said she doesn't have a relationship in her life that's anything close to what she has with luke. I think there just needs to be a decisive push for them to ever move out of this grey area. it'll have to be something massive for it to ever happen... and it's not something I hold out hope for (again, just to avoid disappointment!)

this got really long; I wish nic and luke all the best and I think they have something very special with each other. I think life has many many stops along the way and I don't think luke has found a final stop in his romantic journey with antonia - they are both very young and they don't have the vibe of "together forever" couples - if they did (since luke is such a big believer in love at first sight) - he'd have laid down a commitment a lot sooner.

again I want to emphasise that this is all MY POV - it's the vibe I get. I'm WELL AWARE I don't know these people irl. There's always criticism of how parasocial fandom and stan behaviour are but I think most fans - myself included - are very conscious of the fact that the way we perceive and interact with celebs is completely one sided. I'm also not a psychic or clairvoyant or anything of the sort. i just strangely feel a lot of things all the time and ive never been chill a day in my life 😂

sending you lots of good feelings and healing - I feel your hurt and unease and disappointment because I feel the same, but it gets easier to accept with each day that passes.

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Hey, everybody! No one requested this but this was a really good idea. Too good to pass up and I honestly don’t think anyone else would request this kind of thing so I decided to go ahead and write it. All I have to say is that I came up with this idea when I heard the audio of that woman on TikTok harmonizing with her fan so… You may want to have tissues ready. You can find my Flower Asks here, Hozier Asks here, and my Taylor Swift Asks here. You can find my masterlist here and my rules here. I also have a taglist now and you can find that here! And you can request here! Characters: Nami, GN!Reader, Strawhats (mentioned), Arlong Pairing: Nami x GN!Reader Songs I Listened to While Writing: The Story by Conan Gray, because i liked a boy by Sabrina Carpenter, If The World Was Ending by JP Saxe and Julia Michaels, someday i’ll get it by Alek Olsen, Peter by Taylor Swift, Bigger Than the Whole Sky by Taylor Swift, Scott Street by Phoebe Bridgers, All Too Well (10 Minute Version)(Taylor’s Version) by Taylor Swift, Good Luck, Babe! By Chappell Roan.TW: A lot of angst, man. A lot. Death, tbh. Self-loathing. Mentions of self-harm. And similar themes. Good fucking luck, dudes.

"You Can Just Live."

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There are a lot of things you wish could be done differently. When you get older, you look back at your life and imagine all the things you could’ve done better. Maybe change things that were annoying or fix things that ruined something big for you. For some people, there are small things they wish they could go back and change. For example, maybe they wished they would’ve gone out one day to meet the love of their life sooner. Maybe they wanted to get a rock they found on the ground because the rock ended up having a jewel worth thousands inside.

Meanwhile, for other people, when they look back on their life, they see regrets, regrets, and more regrets. They see a million things they could’ve changed to set their life on a better course. They spend their nights wishing they could change that one thing that made everything go downhill. Maybe they put off paying a bill which caused them to be kicked out, leading to a life on the streets. Maybe they didn’t say goodbye to a loved one and that was the last time they saw them.

You were the latter. You wished that things could’ve been different for your life. The turn your life took was not bright and happy but darker. It all could’ve easily been avoided when you thought about it. You should’ve gone through with your initial plan of lying about being sick to your parents. You had a trip planned but that was canceled when you admitted that you were feeling ill. Your parents didn’t want to go on your trip if you were sick so they stayed. That ended up being the worst thing you could’ve done.

A commotion woke you up from outside your room. Your room was in the basement of the house. Your parents didn’t have enough money to get a home with an extra room. They offered to take the basement so you and your little brother could take the two bedrooms but you chose to take it instead. It was quite roomy and you were a natural collector. You could put your trinkets and treasures anywhere you wanted and would never run out of space. Picking the basement as your room ended up being your saving grace.

The commotion was hard to ignore but something inside you told you to wait. Something said not to go up to check it out yet. You needed to wait. So you did. Eventually, everything died down and you went up. The sight you were met with when you stared out the window was awful. Fire was set to buildings and the ones not set ablaze were destroyed. You had to rush out of your house to avoid being burned by the flames that overtook your treasured home. That was when you were met with an even worse sight when you stepped out of your house. Bodies of the villagers lay on the ground, unmoving. Among the bodies, you found the ones of your parents. Blood and ash covered their bodies and clothes. Tears overtook your eyes. You hated to even think about what may have happened to your brother. You couldn’t even try to look for him, fearing the worst.

What you were focused on was who did this to your home. You looked at the ground and saw huge footprints. You followed the footprints, sprinting to catch up to whoever did this. You don’t know what you were thinking back then. You were a child, a sick one. What good could you have done to the people who ruined your home and killed your family? Still, you ran as fast as your little feet could take you. You were led to the dock where you saw a ship with men on it sailing away. You could hear laughing and cheering from the boat. One thing stuck out to you, the men had fish-like features. One caught your attention, it was the captain. Anyone could tell by the kind of aura he emitted. You could even feel it from on the dock.

As you got older, you learned the name of your villager’s slaughterer. Arlong. He was a fearsome pirate captain who sailed the East Blue. No one wanted to mess with him. They were terrified by what he could do to them and their family. Everyone knew better than to get on his bad sight. Everyone except for you, that is.

You waited for the perfect moment. You needed to wait until he was weak enough for you to make your move. You were going to get revenge on your family and village murderer no matter what it took. You were willing to sacrifice your own life for it. You would give anything and be patient, waiting for the right moment to strike. That came years and years later.

When the news of Arlong’s fall hit you, you were shocked. You knew it would happen eventually but didn’t know it would happen so soon. You were expecting to wait until he was an old geezer on his deathbed to finally enact your revenge plot against him. But apparently, he and his crew were taken out by a pirate crew called the Strawhat pirates. It was a crew of only five members! That was surprising to hear. Either way, now that Arlong was knocked down, you could finally start your plan.

That’s when you headed to the ruins of Fishman Island. You overheard Arlong was still residing there, quietly trying to build back a crew after the Strawhats took out his other one. You were going to make sure everything went perfectly. You needed this to work. You walked into Arlong’s lair. It was still pretty beaten down from the fight that had transpired months ago. Some things had been rebuilt but it was still in progress.

Before you could get any further into Arlong Park, a fishman stopped you. He placed a hand on your shoulder, gripped it tightly, and stared down at you with an intimidating expression, “What are you doing here, human?”

Those words caused the others around you to stop. You knew that one of them had to be Arlong. You needed to make sure that you gave the right impression. You needed to catch his interest. You drilled holes into the eyes that tried to stab knives into yours, “I’ll answer that question when you become the person in charge. Now,” Your eyes scanned the crowd around you, “Who’s the leader of this sad little group?”

There was no direct answer given to you. Everyone just turned to look at the fishman who stood before the group. You had interrupted something from the looks of it. Despite this, Arlong hadn’t bitten your head off yet so that had to be a plus. He glared down at you (being much taller than you he had to), “What does a little guppy like you want from me?”

You raised an eyebrow at him, “Why do you assume I want something from you? Maybe I want to help you.” Laughs resonated from the men around you. They were laughing at you. They probably thought you were crazy or full of yourself. You liked to say that you were a bit of both. Who else would do something like this?

The fishman captain was amused himself, “And what can you do for someone like me?”

It was obvious to you that he would try to do something to get you to snap. He wanted a reason to go off on you. You needed to remain calm and keep yourself together. You stood with your back straight and made sure never to break eye contact with him, “I recently heard that you lost a little minion of yours and it resulted in… Well,” You gestured to the area around you, “This,” A sneer took over Arlong’s features. You were testing him now. You needed to dial it back a bit. “Either way, you have a position open,” Many positions actually but who was counting? “I am a person with many talents and, who knows? We might be able to help each other out.”

“What would a person with, “many talents,” need my help? Surely you can manage yourself,” He threw your words back at you.

Ignoring the slight flit of anger that resonated deep in your soul, you kept tact, “I want revenge on a powerful person. More powerful than even you maybe,” A scoff escaped from Arlong. He still had the ego to pretend that he was still powerful after he got his ass beat by a five-man crew compared to his much larger one. It was almost laughable. “So, what do you say? I scratch your back and you scratch mine,” Arlong didn’t seem convinced about the deal. You sweetened it up a little. “Taking down my guy could give you quite a bit of your credibility back. The guy I’m after is quite fearsome after all.” You were only a shell of who he used to be. That was what you were saying. Either way, this man caused your life to be hell. You were going to damn well make sure that he suffered.

And that was the start. The start of your life being part of Arlong’s crew. Things started easy. He was trying to gauge just how much help you could truly give. You’d spent all this time becoming better. There was no way you were going to disappoint.

You didn’t. You quickly found yourself becoming part of Arlong’s elite members. He started trusting you more. He gave you the more difficult jobs requiring him to trust in you and your abilities. You made sure not to disappoint. You couldn’t have everything falling apart now. It all had to go according to your plan. The plan to become someone Arlong trusted enough that he would never expect you to go behind his back and kill him. That was your original plan. As we know, things can have difficulty staying according to plan.

There was one job that he gave you which was going to prove to be much harder than needed. He called you to meet with him one day and he told you about his fight with Straw Hats. He told you about a girl named Nami who worked for him since she was a child until she betrayed him, running off with the Straw Hats. In your head, you commended the girl for being able to leave like she did. You didn’t give yourself much of a choice to leave. You needed to be part of his crew.

Your job was supposedly simple. You were supposed to infiltrate the Straw Hats and get on their good side. Whatever happened, you reported to him and didn’t act until he gave you orders. You believed it would be simple enough. Especially since he gave you the location of where they were supposed to be. He wanted you to do your own research and take everything from there. “Put your skills to use,” He told you.

And so you did. What you learned about the Straw Hats with your research is that their captain had a weakness when it came to interesting people. People who needed help. So you became someone that needed help because of an interesting situation.

Once you landed on the island they were docked on, you set out to try to catch a glimpse of them. It didn’t take long. They were quite the rowdy bunch of people. Their captain was causing a big ruckus in one of the restaurants on the island. Peaking in as best as you could without being seen, you could see the looks of annoyance that the crew were giving him. He was eating like a pig who’d been starved.

It didn’t seem like they were going anywhere for a while so you walked away. You needed to put everything in motion. You went down an alley and looked around to see if anyone was watching. It didn’t look like it. Good. You reached down and, with all your might, pulled at the fabric of your pants causing rips. You ripped the bottom of your shirt, exposing a bit of your stomach. You took the dirt from the ground and rubbed it on the exposed areas of your skin and a bit on your face. The next part hurt a bit as you purposely skinned your knee and elbow to make it more believable. Once you were sure you looked the part, you peeked out of the alley and waited.

The first glimpse you got of the Straw Hats leaving the restaurant. You put your plan into action. You ran like a bat out of hell, a look of terror on your face. You made sure to bump into one of the pirates and didn’t even look back to apologize. Surely, they would see that something was up. And they did. They followed after you and questioned you when they managed to catch up.

That was how you joined the Straw Hats. You spun some story about how a man killed your family and now was trying to kill you because you managed to live and knew his face. The Straw Hats took pity on you and their captain offered you a place on their crew. Their cook wanted to protect you from the evil man that was after you. You joined their ranks so easily that it was almost a shock to you. The only problem you had was a certain girl with orange hair. Nami. That’s what Arlong told you her name was. She was a little more skeptical of your story. You needed to find a way to get through her tough shell. The opportunity came naturally. A surprise but a welcome one nonetheless.

It was when you were having one of your moments. That’s what you called them at least. You always put up such a good front in front of other people, you even managed to convince yourself that you were fine. There was nothing wrong with you. You were a determined person who never let anyone get the best of them and you were someone who would never let anyone or anything drag you down. You never doubted a decision that you made in your life. You knew exactly what you were doing and were content with where you were in life.

That was one of the biggest lies you ever told yourself. You never had time to really unpack that until you were alone. When you did examine your life, your decisions, you as a person, you wanted to crawl into a hole and stay there, catatonic, dead to the world. You hated being aware of who you were as a person. You hated remembering the things that made you who you are. You hated wondering what could’ve been if things didn’t end the way they did.

You wanted your parents. You wanted your mother to tuck you in and sing you lullabies. You wanted your father to tell you one of his grand stories that you always doubted were true. You wanted your little brother to bother you and get on your nerves like he usually did. What would they think of you now? What would your parents think of their child? What would your brother think of his older sibling? Would they be happy?

A scoff escaped you. How could they be happy? The person you’ve become was far from the person you were. You might as well be a different person entirely. You’ve done things that distanced yourself from your parents' child. You’ve ruined lives just to ruin someone else’s eventually. You were trying to convince yourself you were still a good person when that was the furthest thing from the truth.

“What are you doing out here?” The sudden voice made you jump. Your head swerved around to see who the person was that spoke to you. “Whoa,” It was Nami. She held her hands up in surrender. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to freak you out.”

“It’s… Fine.” That’s all that you could manage to say.

Something about how you were now confused Nami. You were much different than how you usually were. You always acted so sure of yourself. You had this cheeky grin on your face 24/7 and like nothing ever bothered you. The person she saw in front of her was the opposite. This version of you looked terrified, depressed, and beaten down. For a moment, it was like she was staring at a younger version of herself.

“What’s wrong?” She found herself asking. You only shook your head, not wanting to answer. You were too tired to spin some kind of lie. You didn’t want to lie and say you were okay but you didn’t want to be truthful either. You didn’t truly know these people. They didn’t truly know you. They only knew a version of you that you forced onto them. Nami still pushed, “Come on. Whatever you want to say, I’ll listen. I won’t judge. There’s nothing wrong with sharing your feelings every once in a while.”

That was the first time that someone had asked you to be genuinely honest about your feelings in a long time. It was enough to make your eyes water a little. The sincerity in her voice had broken through your cold exterior and made its way into your heart, warming it like it hadn’t in a while. You locked eyes with her. If she saw the tears building up in your eyes, she chose not to say anything.

“I just…” The words started spilling out. “I wonder what I’m doing sometimes. I feel like I don’t even know myself anymore. I have become a version of myself that doesn’t even feel like it’s me. I look in the mirror and I see someone I don’t recognize. And it kills me,” You took a deep breath. You knew that you should probably stop. You didn’t want to get too personal. Who knew what Arlong wanted you to do to these people? You needed to remain detached. But you kept going. “I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t be who I am now. I shouldn’t… Be.”

There was a moment of silence. You almost wanted to hit yourself for being so vulnerable. Something about the way she spoke to you just made everything come flooding out. True to her word, Nami didn’t judge you, “You don’t have to be anything. You can just live. If you try living up to all the expectations you put on yourself, you’ll never be happy. If you want to recognize the person in the mirror, you need to look at it through the eyes of someone who survived, not the eyes of someone who lived.” That was the best advice that she could’ve given you. And you hated it.

The whole night was spent talking about everything and nothing. You felt yourself become more comfortable around Nami and you could tell that she felt the same. The both of you broke through the other’s exterior and got to know what lay underneath. Someone who had been hurt because of the past and needed someone to just listen and understand them. It was everything that you’d wanted since you started on your revenge quest.

Many more moments like that occurred between the two of you. You found yourself being drawn to Nami in a way you couldn’t understand at first. You always wanted to be around you. You wanted to hear everything she had to say. You could listen to her talk all day and still wouldn’t believe you’d heard her enough. You loved hearing her talk about mapping. You found it hilarious when Luffy messed with her and found yourself wanting to see that side of her more often. You didn’t have a label for these feelings at the moment but you didn’t mind. You didn’t have to label anything. You could just live.

Oh, you naive little thing. You really thought that you could just live? Come on, that’s laughable. You have a mission that you set out to do. Two actually. Had you forgotten? Get serious. These people aren’t your friends, they’re your targets. Just like Arlong is your target. You didn’t come here to be comfortable around targets, now did you? You wouldn’t want Arlong finding out about your failure at the mission already.

A ring of a snail phone was enough to remind you of it all. Making sure you were away from the others, you answered it. You were met with the familiar voice of Arlong, “How are things coming along with the Straw Hats?” There was something in his voice that set something off in your brain. You didn’t know what exactly it was.

“Everything’s going according to plan.”

“Good,” He sounded satisfied. There was still the slightest hint of something. It was starting to make you anxious. “Would you say that they trust you now?”

“Yes.” The answer was easy.

A beat later and Arlong went right to the point, “I have something I need you to do for me then,” You remained silent. You were a little worried about whatever he would be asking you to do. You knew it was a horrible idea to get so attached. Arlong took your silence as a sign you were listening, “For the next part of the plan, I want you to kill Nami.”

The very thought of it caused your heart to race. Your hands started to shake. You could feel yourself get dizzy. Your voice was shaky as you asked, “What?”

The uncertainty in your voice didn’t please the fishman, “Don’t tell me you got attached to those humans.”

“No!” You winced at how loudly you spoke. You glanced around to see if anyone had come running at the sound of you shouting. Thankfully, no one was in sight. You took a deep breath and spoke quietly into the snail phone. “I’m not attached. I just want to know why you want her to die. I mean, isn’t there a more amusing way of doing this? Like, what if you forced her back to work with you? What if you-”

“The last thing I need is my best crew member doubting me,” Arlong’s voice was a growl. You found yourself freezing up at the sound. “But it seems like you’ve never really trusted me, have you?” You were confused about what he meant. You were sure that you had played your part perfectly. Why did he think like this now? “Nothing to say? Someone surely had a lot to say when they came to find me. Didn’t you?”

You knew that he wasn’t talking to you at this moment. He was talking to someone else. Someone was there with him. Who was there? A familiar voice rang in your ears, “Y/N.” Your eyes widened. Your heart dropped to your feet. Tears came to your eyes. It was him. Your brother. B/N. There was no way. He was dead. You thought he was at least. He made it out alive too. He was with Arlong.

Arlong’s voice came from the snail phone once more, “This little boy came to find me, saying he was going to kill me for murdering his family,” A laugh resonated from him. “I was going to kill him when he mentioned a familiar name. The name of one of my best crew members. You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?” You were speechless. You didn’t know what to say. Everything you worked so hard for in this plan fell apart. You didn’t even know if you were even upset about it anymore. Your brother was alive. But he was with the worst person he could possibly be around. “I’ll give you one chance. You kill Nami… Or I kill this little brat.” The snail phone hung up.

You were completely silent. You had nothing to say. You couldn’t react. You were frozen like someone had stopped a record from spinning in a record player. Your eyes were wide open. They would’ve dried out if your tears weren’t keeping them from becoming dry. You were staring off into space as your mind was completely blank. Finally, your knees lost all feeling and you fell to the floor. What a predicament you had gotten yourself in…

Honestly, you don’t know when you started moving. All you knew was that you now had a knife in your hand and you were standing in Nami’s room above her bed. This was the last thing you wanted to do. You had begun to care for Nami, no matter how much you tried to convince yourself you didn’t. But you also cared for your brother. Your little brother. The one you thought was dead but was trying to do the same thing as you. Get revenge on the person who wronged them. Now look where that led you.

With your grip tightened on the knife, you took a deep breath. Tears finally fell. You raised the knife and prepared to strike. You could feel a harsh pang in your heart and the shaking of your body as you started down at the woman in front of you. How cruel life was to you. You wished you didn’t have to do this. But what other choice did you have?

“Y/N?”

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How y'all doin' after this? 👀 This was 4.2K words and I spent several days on it so I hope it made you feel something 😂

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

What an... Interesting assortment of characters for this event. Like Vil, Leona and Lilia in the same room? Dialoguing? Wild 😭. Kalim is just vibin tbh.

My first impressio was Farena possibly wanting Leona to come home and bring some "NRC friends" but I he would not invite Lilia or Vil willingly, so it has to be a school trip situation (I can hear the bickering and teasing from here). Also?? Idk if it's just me but Vil's outfit is my least favorite. I'm sorry to say but that shade of yellow is not his color. Everyone else is slaying tho.

My predictions (wishlist) for this event is:

We get to see how the people from Sunset Savanna see Leona and interact with him. At school he's more of a regular guy despite the prince status so hopefully we get to see how he's regarded at home, esp. by his servants.

Ruggie and Rook are in this event as well. We get to see the slums Ruggie came from, but I think that's unlikely.

FARENA. Farena's face reveal, Farena interacting with Leona, Farena interacting with Cheka, Farena embarrassing Leona in front of his classmates.

FARENA INTERACTS WITH MC. Farena tries to hug Grim cause he is cute and nearly crushes his bones 😊

Drama

Literally just Vil and Leona bickering

MC is invited by Leona but that's just me being delusional as well as Leona simp.

[I’ve already given my thoughts on the NRC character selection for the Sunset Savanna event here! My thoughts on meeting Farena and the possibility of Rook and/or Ruggie joining us can be found here!]

Please check those other two posts if you’re interested; I won’t be repeating myself in detail in this response.

It's a unique group to be sure! I wonder how the event's story will rationalize these particular individuals being picked to head to the Sunset Savanna? (It was interesting seeing how they did it for the other two hometown events for Silk City and Harveston~)

ahbdadbasilbda I DON’T THINK LEONA WOULD BE EAGER TO LISTEN TO HIS BROTHER 🤡 Dude probably just throws up the middle fingers and tells Farena to fuck off and stop treating him like a baby/j Maybe it’s an order from the queen??? Leona has already demonstrated before that he more easily caves to demands made of him by his brother’s wife (like her asking him to visit home on breaks and to send pictures of him in his ceremonial robes). He can’t exactly tell the queen “No, I’d rather NOT bring my asshole classmates home, thanks.” 😅 Or maybe it’s some very important national holiday or diplomatic situation Leona can’t ignore??? For as callous as he comes off sometime, he does genuinely care for his country and wish the best for it and its future.

Nah, I agree with you on Vil’s outfit being the weakest of the bunch. I’m so used to seeing him rock blue toned purple, so that shade of yellow looks absolutely atrocious on him. SORRY NOT SORRY VIL COME FOR ME WITH YOUR 20 CM HEELS I DON’T CARE

This new event will be starting around the 7th of February, which is a lot sooner than I had expected it to drop. I’m positively vibrating with excitement!!!

I’m????? So curious about the Sunset Savanna and its people 😭 especially knowing that the palace servants were so gossipy about Leona as a child???? I wonder if they treat him any differently now that he’s an adult. Maybe they just avoid him if they can, because it sure would be ballsy of them to shit talk him to his face and risk getting evaporated or maybe even told off by his brother (because I don’t think Farena would just let others insult his family like that).

I hope Rook and Ruggie can join, but I think we’ll probably spend more time in the palace and that general area, if only because Ruggie’s hometown isn’t exactly... glamorous to explore, for lack of a better term. Seeing that, contrasted with the pomp of palace life and its ceremonies can be... jarring, to say the least, and I don’t know if TWST wants to go down that route for a feel-good hometown event. I’d love to meet Granny Bucchi and see where Ruggie comes from, but the fact of the matter is that I also worry about how settings of extreme poverty are portrayed 💦It’s not easy to tackle, that’s for sure (especially considering that Ruggie has mentioned things like starving children). (Note: the event synopsis is out now and indeed, it looks like we’ll be mainly situated in the capital (Dawn City) and the palace!)

I REALLY WANT TO SEE FARENA EMBARRASS LEONA IN FRONT OF EVERYONE 🤡 MANIFESTING EMBARRASSING DAD ENERGY FARENA WITH ALL MY MIGHT, CHEKA CAN ALSO JOIN IN IF HE WANTS TO askhdgsbasdoasd I definitely see Farena as a super friendly type that gives crushing hugs to everyone... Don’t hurt Grim though, or I hurt Farena--

... It’s NRC. When is there NOT drama? 😫 Pretty sure just Kalim saying he wants to leave on a trip starts drama with Jamil. Every other moment will be a catfight trying to stay contained audygao8sdabiwpwe19q

Judging from how the other hometown events went, it’s not always the SSR boy that invites Yuu to join them! Kalim was the one that did it for Silk City (despite Jamil’s protests), while Epel did it for Harveston. It’ll probably be the character that is most friendly that extends the offer, or maybe some authority figure like Crowley or Leona’s family members that want Yuu to go along. I don’t think Leona would realistically be happy with Yuu (and Grim) coming, if his grumpiness in episode 5 is anything to go by (when Grim calls out to him in classroom 3-A). Alternatively, Leona could invite Yuu but have a practical reason for their presence rather than being friendly with them.

[our-transgender-experiences]

Hello everybody! (CW: LGBTQ-phobia is mentioned)

I only wanted to know whether I'm real transgender or transTRENDER... Let me explain now. Sorry for being so long, but it's my most honest confession.

I was a stupid boy ("girl") till I was 8 and never realized I was not cishet 'cause my parents "censored" everything connected to LGBTQ+ and "unobtrusively" convinced me that I was a straight girl (tbh, politics and sex were also forbidden topics in our house; interestingly enough, my family ain't religious, all of them are atheists). I didn't even have a thought that a boy could like boys and "a woman may want to be called a man." I gave no thought that I might not be what my parents want me to be: a straight girl who loves her husband and has children.

I only learned the word "lesbian" when my aunt accidently said it (I was 8 y. o.), and after I asked my dad the meaning of this word. He got absolutely furious and only said, quoting, "These are mentally ill girls who need to be rap... ahem, who need to have s*x with men." So, like, you know now how it was in my family.

I "had" a "crush" on my best friend when I was 9-10. It was totally made up by me because EVERYONE (our parents, friends, classmates, and even teachers) would ship us, not even listening to our "no." My dad was absolutely happy that I "have found a future husband, like every normal girl," and I just felt disconnected from this. Not only with the "found a future husband" part but also with "every normal girl" part, too. Nonetheless, I suppressed every thought like this.

I only got internet access when I was 10-11 y.o. I was getting into puberty and hated my chest: I couldn't find a reason to explain this to my parents, who knew about me disliking my growing breasts. Subconsciously, I wanted to be like my the most favorite guitarist (he's a man) from the band of my childhood. I couldn't understand what was wrong with me and why I couldn't be like him. But I quickly thought it was because of my chest and was actually right.

The first time I saw the word "transgender" was when I turned 12. I learned about the pronouns and felt a strong connection to she/they and he/they set. I tried using "he/they," but I stopped in a day due to the simple fact that it felt unusual. I immediately banned myself from thinking of this, putting a limit: I can only be an ally. The problem was that I never had any strong position because my parents were constantly brainwashing me. So, I have seen some posts about radical feminism... and sooner became a TERF.

Honestly, radical feminism helped to accept my aroaceness, but it's the only good thing it has done to me. I started hating men simply because they were men, and I also started wishing death on all trans people for "supporting gender stereotypes." I had no reason for this: I was just brainwashed by TERFs when I was 13. I didn't support the whole feminism: I only hated trans people because... why? (P. S. I still hate myself for this period of life) TERFs forced me to think I am proud to be a girl, even though I MYSELF (!) never believed in it. Also, it is worth saying that being radfem was actually quite popular (if I can say it) in my country in 2020-2021 / 2022 (maybe it's still popular now, idk), so many girls were (or are) into that.

Deep down, when I looked through the photos of my favorite guitarist and thought he was handsome... and I felt jealous since I'm not like him, but I quickly restricted myself from thinking of this. I didn't know it was gender envy.

When I was turning 14, my ex-friend helped me to realize I had masculine features. And then I realized I was a guy with he/they pronouns (I go by he/him now). And I felt... relieved? It’s as if my life has acquired colors that weren’t there before this moment. I had no idea what my name was... My deadname always seemed to me so usual, but not mine, and my inner boy was almost killed with TERF's f*cking ideology. I googled some boy names and... I found an amazing one, which was the best for me (even if it wasn't typical for my country).

I went to the psychologist (who turned out to be an impostor and did not have a diploma). She said I was the girliest girl she had ever seen, and I'm faking it.

I have changed SO many labels, trying to find the most suitable one, but now I just label myself transgender man and don't give a damn. I have two names now: the one I have chosen when I was 14 and the most recent one when I realized nobody's gonna call me by my first chosen name. Both feel nice for me, and I'm even thinking of getting the other two (I'm fascinated by Janick, Dariusz, and Friedrich, honestly, but I believe 5 names will be too much for me). The guitarist I adore is still my gender envy. 🤣

I WANT to look like a man and transition... but I always think I'm not trans enough. I nearly killed my real self, letting my parents and TERFs decide who I am. What if I'm not trans and just faking it? What if the internet has brainwashed me, and I'm not real trans? I don't wanna be a "typical masculine man" or a "typical feminine woman," I wanna be myself. And my real me is dead. What if I'm just a gendervoid and can turn into everything: girl, boy, nonbinary, bigender, etc? What if I have lost in my dreams and I'm a girl? What if I'm just a transtrender?

Sorry for being so long. Thanks for reading. Sorry for taking your time.

you are 'trans enough', and even if you decide your not later, thats fine. you can be whoever you want, forever. i'm happy that you figured it out, despite terfs and parents.

also, you dont need to apologise for sending something, its what this blog is for!

[masonscig]

I have thought about Ub and how to me their little found family sometimes is so overbearing and forced, and I wonder if that's on purpose, if the Chamber or Rebecca wants to shove the detective into that role so quickly to make them feel connected to Ub so they feel attached to the Agency sooner

Maybe Ub isn't even aware of this but i think would be so juicy if some were like A or N lol 🫣

Also what's everyone's thoughts on Unit Victor? I played M route and they were so nosy to my mc like hello who starts a conversation with someone asking about their sex life and their partner's like that 🤨

ooooh interesting take on ub LMAO i personally think that the moments that are good are really good – but to be honest i do agree a LITTLE bit (don't stake me people hear me out) also tbh m*shka has said that the agency is good, so i'm not sure how much of that bleeds into the chamber – you might be onto something but who knows!

i wish that some of the "found family" moments were a bit more organic than what we get – breakfast, meetings, mc in bed with injuries and ub checking on them, ub accompanying mc to work – it gets a little repetitive after a while! to be fair, i think that part of this comes from the setting being a small town lmao

i know it's hard to cultivate a found family dynamic that fits every person's vision, but at the same time idk! i feel like there could've been more happening that made the group feel like a group.

i say this because, as someone who's paid for her patreon before, there's this one particular special called "a new start" that's about ub soon after f joined them – and it's one of my favorite things mis/hka has ever written, and i think about it frequently because it's what i want her ub dynamic writing to be like

also unit victor was so unnecessary LMAO they just brought them in so they could sprinkle in the alina backstory – if you've paid for her patreon and read through her extra writings, you'd know why alina is significant, and tbh unit victor serves only that purpose imo. it would've been SUCH a good opportunity to flesh out unit alpha, especially because ub + mc fail quite a few times during book 3, and bringing in their biggest competition would've added such a flavorful subplot

[problemswithbooks]

tbh i'm not entirely sure what the point of compress's backstory was. not only did it happen randomly (in a scene that would've made complete sense without it too) but it doesn't really line up with any of his actions either. the idea of him being the great-grandson of a robin hood-esque figure in superhuman society is actually really cool and i kinda wish horikoshi brought it up sooner, because i don't really see how kidnapping bakugo or helping unleash gigantomachia on all of japan is helping poor people y'know? if anything, the widespread destruction and devastation caused is going to make things worse

After all this time I'm still unsure what the point of Compress being related to the robin-hood figure was except to hastily give Compress righteous ideals that were never actually shown to us. Yet, as poorly set up as it is, it actually adds nothing to the story or really inform his character what-so-ever.

I think a good example of how this failed is to instead wonder how much better this would have worked if instead it was Stain that revealed he was Oji, the Peerless Thief's relative. It would still have issues, but in the very least it would explain why Stain believes what he does and went to such extreme lengths. The reveal of that parentage would inform previous set up characterization.

Compress, in contrast, never showed any concern for the poor or to be in the villain game because he disagreed with Heroes making money. Stain was very clear that he hated Heroes because he felt they were fame and money hungry, but Compress wasn't even shown to be with the LoV because he agreed with or was inspired by Stain like Toga, Dabi and Spinner were.

When Compress says he's related to this famous thief the first thought is 'who?', and then 'why?', which makes a bad reveal. We have very little prior info about Oji except what he did and that he's a famous villain from the start of Heroics. We don't know if people agree[ed] with him, or if he was well liked, so we don;t really understand how anyone in the world would react to this knowledge. Nor does it really tell us anything about Compress as a character because he has not shown these robin-hood like ideals in any of his actions or appearances.

It also doesn't really add to what he's doing in that current moment of said reveal, which is helping the LoV escape. Hori tires to connect it by having Sako say the LoV will see that his wishes are carried out in his stead, but again, we have never seen the LoV hate Heroes because they have to much money, not even Twice who was so poor he was homeless before the LoV. It would have been far more impactful to instead just show that Compress cared about his friends and maybe show flashback panels of their happy times together. And Hori does sort of have him say he's also sacrificing himself because he likes the LoV as friends but having the split time between these to reasons means neither is getting the time they need to have any real impact.

And even if this reveal was given to Stain instead I still think it wouldn't have been 100% great all by itself. Hori has issues with portraying the Heroes as bad which includes things like making to much money or being greedy. The only out right stated as rich Hero characters are Enji and the Iida family, but it doesn't appear to be Jeff Beazos levels of wealth, nor do they do anything really bad with it. Sure, it impressed Rei's parents but it wasn't as if Enji just saw Rei on the street and bribed her parents to give her to him. Both parties were looking for arranged marriages and that's how they found each other.

Also it's not as if any of the poverty in the story (Twice and Ochako) is hinted or brought up to be caused by all the government money being siphoned into Heros rather than social programs. It's not shown that all Heroes make significantly more than average people either. In fact most mid-tier Heroes seem to be rather average and having to fight for a decent pay check. And even the wealthy Heroes don't have more than money than Shigaraki's father who had a civilian job.

Which does under cut the point of Oji even existing or what sort of positive spin he'd give Compress. I mean Robin-god stole from the King who was over taxing people. Oji apparently stole from Heroes just as the job was becoming recognized. They couldn't possibly have been making as much money as they are in the present, nor are they taking away money from normal people who are actually doing all the work while they sit on their ass like CEOs of mega corporations.

Like most of his villains Hori tied to give a righteous reason for why Sako is a villain but when looking at the work as a whole it just doesn't hold up with the prior, or even present world building. Instead it can at times feel as if the Heroes and villains inhabit totally separate worlds but not in the 'Heroes don't see it because they're to privileged' sense.

As I've said before I have no problem with villains--I love me some good villains. My issue with the LoV and really all of Hori's villains is that the writing around them is so contradictory, rushed and tacked on. Compress does nothing to help the poor, or criticize the Heroes for how much money they have. Saying 'well he had this robin-hood like relative that he's secretly been following the ideals of this entire time' last minute just doesn't work. It's not backed up by his past or current actions, nor is it a particularly righteous ideal when it's not an established problem of the world.

His great grand father could have been against Heroes abusing animals and it would have had about the same impact. Sure it's a good believe--people shouldn't hurt animals, but we haven't been shown that there's an issue with Heroes abusing animals, nor has Compress shown any signs of wanting to help animals. The reveal feels so irreverent because it is. It doesn't re-contextualize the character's past actions, or the world they live in. It's information that we get in one chapter that is never brought up again and has yet to be used in the narrative going forward.

[linagram]

𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚑𝚒 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚊'𝚜 𝚝𝟷 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗!

it's time to interrogate these two and it's also almost the last interrogation! i am not ready for riku and reina's trial oh no

also i just realized that i kinda changed yurika's personality and didn't even notice it? like, her profile said that she doesn't want to be voted guilty because she agrees that her crime was unforgivable, but she doesn't want to die and now she's like "ngl my victims deserved to die actually". though tbh i mostly use everyone's profiles as references in a way and when i actually write something with them, i just do whatever i think is most fitting/interesting. i always try to make sure that these changes aren't too serious though, so don't worry, it's not like i will suddenly change someone's crime djskslsl

Q.01. Tell us the origin of your name.

Asahi: She was so happy when she found me because she could never have a child of her own. That's why she gave me this name, I was like a sun to her, I guess. I don't remember the name my real mother gave me though.

Yurika: My parents really wanted to give me a pretty name so they thought long and hard about it. It was very kind of them to give me a name with such a beautiful meaning.

Q.02. Is there something you can't buy with money?

Asahi: What, do you expect me to say "love" or something? Well, I'm not gonna do that.

Yurika: I think you can buy pretty much anything if you have enough money. Even things like popularity, respect and love.

Q.03. What are your recent hobbies?

Asahi: Playing with the toys I requested.

Yurika: Imagining Kei-san's head explode when I look at him. Ah, and reading manga and light novels that I asked for!

Q.04. Do you prefer sweet or salty flavors?

Asahi: Sweet. I thought you already knew that because of my requests.

Yurika: I probably don't look like that type of person, but I actually like salty and spicy food more.

Q.05. What are the occupations of your family members?

Asahi: I think that man owns some kind of company, but I don't know anything about it and what it does. And that woman.. I think she was a singer?

Yurika: My father is a fashion designer and my mother writes romance novels. Both of them are very popular.

Q.06. Do you think you were in the right?

Asahi: Yes.

Yurika: What else was I supposed to do? I knew that they would kill me sooner or later anyway, I had to do something about it.

Q.07. Are there people you’d be leaving behind after you die?

Asahi: Why the fuck are you asking an 11-year old that?? I'm not planning to die anytime soon!

Yurika: My boss, I guess. I'm not that close with my parents anymore.

Q.08. If you were a guard, which prisoner would you forgive?

Asahi: All of them are fucked up, but Aimi-nee is nice to me, so I would go with her if I had to choose someone.

Yurika: I think I would go with Aimi-chan, Naomi-san and Eiko-san. I doubt that their crimes were that serious, they're so nice after all!

Q.09. When you go to an amusement park, what do you like to ride?

Asahi: I'm not a fan of those rides actually. It's not because I'm scared of them or anything!

Yurika: I think the last time when I went to a place like that was like.. ten years ago? I don't even remember what amusement parks look like. I wish I could go to one after all of this is over.

Q.10. Do you have any friends in Milgram?

Asahi: No. And I've already said that I don't need friends, so stop asking!

Yurika: I'm friends with Eiko-san and Reina-san!

Q.11. Have you ever been bullied in the past?

Asahi: Everyone in my class knows what kind of family I come from, so they're too scared to talk shit about me, haha.

Yurika: I remember some people online telling me that my favorite anime sucks, but that's it? Ah, and if you're wondering, I did make them pay for their words after that, haha~

Q.12. Which do you like more: dogs or cats?

Asahi: It depends on which animal likes me more.

Yurika: Hmm, both are cute, but I like cats a bit more.

Q.13. Do you want to get out of Milgram?

Asahi: Of course! A child like me shouldn't be here.. I don't think I want to go back home though. That man won't be happy to see me.

Yurika: .. I don't know. Of course, I don't want to stay here, but also I don't have a place to call home right now. I miss one person a lot though, so maybe I'd try to get out of here as soon as I can just to see her again.

Q.14. If you could turn back time, would you commit the same murder once again?

Asahi: I don't know. Stop asking me these deep questions already!

Yurika: Depends. If everything stays the same and those two don't change their mind, sorry, I'll have to kill them again.

Q.15. What will you do if you get voted innocent?

Asahi: There's no "if", I will be voted innocent. And don't expect me to thank you or anything, I'll just accept it as something that was supposed to happen no matter what.

Yurika: I will thank you for your kindness. I hope you understand that I was the real victim.

[slutnali]

From my understanding the people on twitter were more upset with her response to biblegirl, who tweeted something along the lines of “the sooner we accept that most adults do cocaine the better” (not the exact wording, she deleted it now cause the response was overwhelmingly negative, but the sentiment was normalizing cocaine use bc it’s prevelant) and Denali responded “tea”. To me that’s a lot more 🤔what do u mean by that🤔 than anything she said on the podcast.

This is long so I'm adding a read more out of curtesy and also because we are talking about drugs [not very descriptive but still]

I remember seeing that earlier while I was out but don't remember it word for word, wish I did tho

But from what I remember, I thought there was some truth to it. Many people do it, it's not just rampant in the lgbt+ community but everywhere else. Does it make it okay? Absolutely not but from what I took from it is that there's just so much shaming for it and I think harm reduction should be discussed. That's not to say that you should glorify it and I don't think they are, however its such a delicate & complicated topic that people are quick to jump at each others throats defending their stance, etc.. With Nali replying 'teaaa' I think also it has to do with the fandom's reaction to it as well.. like, it always gets weird?

I remember when s13 had been announced and people did their digging and found out about her mugshot etc.. the fandoms reaction gave me an ick because people were very much 'omg how scandalous teeheee 🤭" gossiping and theorizing it... and then again when she'd made a joke about her mugshot on the GITMS segment and then people were actually thirsting over it on twt.. like it was weird imo.. and yeah, she was open about it and to some extent you could argue "she made it our business" but I think this'll probably be the last time she does share about it and I don't think she owes us any more stuff about it if she doesn't want to. That's just me though.

Could the tweet have been worded better? Yeah, but again, the tweet from Biblegirl was deleted and I can't really go in depth. But tbh I don't want to go further into depth or back and forth after this ask and another i have, because this blog is mainly for reading [and occasionally writing] drag race fic and thirsting over my faves.

There def is a discussion to be had when it comes to people who have used it and people entirely against it, and there's many points to be shared on both sides. I've seen some of it while I was scrolling twt a while ago bc I follow a bunch of dr girls [obvs] and local queens.

As for Denali, if you no longer want to support her that's fine and your right. If you need/want to separate yourself from that, do it and if you're a follower or mutual of mine that wants to unfollow me there's no hard feelings. If you do wanna keep following me you can black list 'denali foxx' and 'denali' so you wont see posts with her tag. I cant speak for everyone else who may not tag but I can for my blog because I always use them and tag accordingly.

Drug use and talk happens and it's not a cancelable offense, in my opinion at least. There are many many queens who openly talk about substance use but I rarely even see anyone bring it up: Willow and a bunch of s14 girls doing shrooms, Camden talking about how blackout she was while touring last year and not knowing how she got safe to her hotel room, Sasha C mimes sniffing coke or smoking on stage, all the open stoners, etc.. when it comes to this and other topics people are very pick and choose when it comes to their faves so idk..

but again, this is all my opinion and ramble and its okay if we have a difference.

[lex-n-weegie]

wake me up, bring me to life, and how to be a heartbreaker for any of your fnaf s/is!

I'ma do them both 👁️👁️ (ik I used to have three but the third was a concept I didn't like anymore so cjskxnsk). Evelyn will be purple and Hazel will be red!

WAKE ME UP :: If someone had to befriend your s/i, what’s the one thing they could do and/or say to immediately get on their good side?

Just talk about how much you love the Freddy and the gang's characters and you'll already have her interest. Even more so if you talk about their personalities and treat them like actual people, automatic win! Also music boxes, they're obsessed with em.

Honestly? As sad as it is, just be nice to her. Hazel often gets the short end of the stick, not being a Glamrock and all, so any amount of genuine kindness and they'll great you by name if you ever come by the Painting Palace. Maybe even a special drawing will be waiting for you!

BRING ME TO LIFE :: What’s the one thing that your s/i deeply regrets more than anything else? Was it something they did? Or was it something they didn’t do?

Ouuughhh... it's a complicated question for Evelyn. There's a lot of things that she wished didn't happen, but if they didn't happen she wouldn't be where she was today with her loved ones. If she never died, she probably would've been too old to go to the Pizzaplex. If she never possessed the Marionette along with Charlotte, she probably wouldn't have later gotten the ability to disguise herself as a human. If she tried to have prevented [REDACTED] from his fate, he wouldn't have become robotic and been able to live long enough to meet them in the present day (A lot of lore with her I haven't talked about, whoopsies). Everything is bittersweet.

Well, technically she did do it later, but her biggest regret is not standing up for herself sooner when they were just known as "bear," and also later finding and rebuilding Glamrock Bonnie(Something I wanted to keep a surprise tbh, but when am I ever going to write about it to reveal it lmao). They always feel like they should have done it sooner, that they could have found him sooner because they literally helped build the building and all of its rooms. She could have done it sooner, she knows it. So much time was lost...

HOW TO BE A HEARTBREAKER :: Do you have any ideas for your s/i that you ended up scrapping? If so, say what they were. And why were they scrapped?

Yes actually! Originally Evelyn was going to be a rival to Vanessa/Vanny, instead of following a glitchy murder mimic they would have been following...something. Never could figure that part out. She was going to wear a Marionette mask and have a knife of her own, a weird fucked up anti hero. Killing the killers to bring balance to the word or something like that. I ended up thinking about the current stuff with her and stuck with that instead.

Nothing with Hazel's original idea, despite the fact that later I changed her arm sleeve things to match her leggings and gave her an earring. But later on I did consider changing her hair! I'm white as all hell, so all my s/is are intended to be white, even the furries. And while white people can have afro hair, hell I based their design off of Bob Ross, I worried that I would somehow give the wrong impression about my race with it. I doodled a concept with spikey-er, almost mohawk like hair that still covered both eyes, but after showing it to my friends and having them choose the majority liked the afro most.

Ask game

[megaphonegirlk]

I heard from Toko you're fans of Slayers right? If it's cool, I wanted to throw some questions out there [I never see anyone else who likes it without me having to first show them the series lol], only if you're cool with answering them though, no pressure!

if I may ask, for Slayers:

How did you find the series and was it an immediate like of the series or did it need to grow on you first?

✨️🕯Favorite season?

👢🗝Favorite characters?

🐉🥀Fave villains?

And lastly, 🎶🎙fave song[s] from the series?

Also these questions extend to Toko as well!

I'll answer the same questions after but figured I'd pop in somewhere to inquire about the series sooner rather than remember a month later and feel too awkward to ask xD

Man we are SO Happy for the questions. it's true, it's so rare to find Slayers finds around anymore, so this is awesome :D. (I feel you on the 'remembering a month later' thing, lmao) and I'm always jazzed to talk about it. It'll be me (Komaru/Moidiress) and Alexei answering for this, because we both got feelings, lmao. We found the series through Toko actually. Well...okay. We found a VHS copy of like, four episodes back in the day and watched it a bunch but it was hard to get into because we couldn't find more and there was so little context (it was the middle of the original season). But then Toko showed Alexei the Slayers Movie, and the moment Naga went off on that first laugh the series bitch slapped them six ways from sunday. After that, we got more and more into it until we were as big a fans as Toko was. It was pretty instant (the look on Alexei's face was priceless when Naga showed up).

✨️🕯Favorite season? Probably Slayers NEXT. I loved the first season mind you, it was intense and interesting, but in Next it really hits a stride. The stakes? High as hell. Xellos? Peak, hell yeah <3. Adventure? Oh baby we've got adventure. Even the comic relief/filler type episodes are great (THE DOLL TOWER LDKHFSDLF). I just love that season.

👢🗝Favorite characters? Too many to count WEH. I love them all! But i'm gonna try to cut the list down. Obviously, Xellos ,Lina Inverse. NAGA THE SERPENT (in all her obnoxious glory), Sylphiel (too cute).

🐉🥀Fave villains?

Huraker and Sherra don't get enough love, by a long shot. They don't show up as much as I wish they would (they don't even show up in the anime :c) but I wish they were. Other than them, going by the anime: I wouldn't count Xell (more of a villain protag with all of the focus lmao), even with all the trouble he causes, so...Gavv. Big man, big coat, big goals, no communication. Love the guy.

🎶🎙fave song[s] from the series? TBH probably Give a Reason. It's a real banger, we have it on our MP3 player and jam out to it in the car a lot. Alexei is yelling 'any of the Naga image songs' but that's their vanity talking :wheeze: So yeah ! this was fun to answer, and i'm REALLY curious about your answers!!!

[yostresswritinggirl]

(CW: rant, depression, family, thought spiral)

Is it okay to ask for help with mental health, no matter how insignificant it could be? Even if maybe other people have it worse?

I want to get an appointment with a psychologist. I saved enough money for it to pay on my own. But the back of my mind is like 'why can't I just resolve it myself/why can't you just resolve it yourself' on repeat

It's largely because the one time I tried opening up to someone irl about wanting to meet a psychologist and that I have depression all my mother's responses are like "why are you like this", "what was wrong? you had everything", "you should just not feel/think like that", "talk to us (refering to my father and mother), you never say anything", "you should be able to resolve that, nobody and no grown up people have problems like those, they carry on", and etcetera similar along those lines.

For the few days after that she searched the internet and told me about ways to cope from her own understanding and what she found. To be honest I couldn't really stand and register the things she said, but if I try to remember back it was mainly toxic positivity.

Before that I really wanted to get an appointment with a psychologist. But after that I slowly ended up becoming numb and more hesitant about it. Thinking "technically, my problems aren't as bad as other people, nothing bad really happened to me, I should be able to resolve this on my own."

Nothing gets resolved. Hypothetically I can do it, but I couldn't.

I don't know where I'm going with this. Just–

Is it okay to ask for help with mental health, no matter how insignificant it could be? Even if maybe other people have it worse?

I'm worried my problems are like, not bad enough to warrant going to a psychologist when I get there. Not good enough for me to tell it to anybody. I don't know. I'm worried that it's pathetic and disgusting for me to be like this. (It is, isn't it? I had things, then why am I like this?)

(But if I see other people in my shoes my respond would be that it's not, that your feelings are valid and that's it's okay and normal to feel like that! Then why?)

(Just in case if I sound like I'm mad at my mother in the paragraphs before this, I'm not. Technically, she tried her best to understand and help me based on her limited knowledge and her own experience in life. I can't expect her to know all the appropriate and best ways to respond in that kind of situation. And tbh I regret telling her anything... It didn't help any of us, and it certainly only made her feel worse.)

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I'm really sorry for weighing you with this and how all over the place this is.

If you feel pressured or rushed to answer, you don't have to. Rather, you don't have to do anything.

Being able to write this out is a lot to me and it already somewhat helps me make clear of how I feel. It's enough. Sooner or later I'll figure something out.

Thank you for the open chance on ask and for being someone I feel enough comfort and safety to talk to, even though it's only in anon. I wish you all the best, luck, opportunity, and love, 💙!

Did you know that even those who don't have mental disorders ask for help from psychology career practitioners? Consultation about their education and course, what job path fits them best, those may seem like small things but they are great concern for some

It feels like my answer is biased since I'm a psych graduate myself but I definitely advocate to getting help, or at least getting checked. All of us have our own issues to deal with and we should best concern about our own troubles, life isn't a competition, you shouldn't compare your life to others. Think of it this way, if you think your problems are small in comparison to others, what if those you think you have more serious problems would also compare themselves and think there's are useless problems too?

Mental health is equally important for everyone, no matter what you think about your problems, everyone also deserves to get help and get treated. Even just confirmation and knowing can help you greatly, you know? When you find out what really troubles you, chances are you'll start to understand yourself even better.

Instead of beating yourself up, knowing the root cause of your problems may help you see yourself in a better light. It's not just being helped that is good for your mental health, but also understanding things about your mental health that also eases your mind.

Be kind to yourself, because you can also be a 'someone else who has it worse' to someone, and it would do no one better if you treat yourself this way.

It is okay to get help for something despite how insignificant it may be - because something like your mental health will never be insignificant to you, right? And if other people have it worse, not helping yourself won't help you or them. If other people have it worse, would you wait for yours to get worse before you get help? What if other people had it worse because they also thought their problems were insignificant, that they neglected their mental health until they reached that point of 'worse'?

I can assure you that I've been in a similar situation, but venting and being honest about how you feel are signs of you moving in the right direction. Not everyone would understand especially if they've never had a similar problem after all, but there will be a time that you will find the right person or the right environment, right atmosphere.

Ultimately, it is up to us to get help. A person can have all the opportunities to get help, but if they refuse to take it, then nothing will happen. If you were offered food and you refuse it, you will remain hungry. I don't want you to learn helplessness when you deserve to be at peace with life.

I'm glad you took your time to share and trust me with your concerns, anon, but I do apologize that it took a while - my whole weekend is taken up by my reviews (from 8-5) so I can't reply then, and I was also busy yesterday with an impromptu matter. I know my words can only mean so much until you come to your own conclusion, but I hope whatever you decide on, you will end up finding a chance to get your own happiness

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hm. underwhelming, is how i’d describe the last 14 chapters but the final one tbh. it didn’t tank, it didn’t self-implode, i just… the direction it went felt disappointing. like, it’s fine ig, but… i wouldn’t call it either good or bad, tbh.

-final chapter was dead cute tho. don’t really care about ageha being in a coma, but everyone cheering for him to wake up in the future was so sweet. and i liked ageha and sakurako together and rescuing 07. it was a nice final chapter tbh!

-mithra was maybe the main problem, i think? making her the final bad guy and causing former main villain miroku to team up with ageha was… uh. not the move for me, tbh. ageha going “i won’t forget that you killed a lot of people!!!” was. uh. missed the mark, tbh. but basically i didn’t like that she didn’t feel relevant until the final chapters. like i wish she was more interesting/introduced sooner and making plays before taking centre stage as the final villain and turning on miroku, and he on her.

-i would have more sibling moments with miroku and 07 tbh? the 10 years future him stopped caring about his twin sister, meanwhile the 1 year future still cared, and while that can be understandable progression of “you’re either with me or against me”, i just… idk. not sure i quite vibed with… making him more heroic? wanting to make the psionic humans the superior race at the eleventh hour tbh? sacrificing himself in one future?

-which is a shame bc i quite enjoyed him for most of the story’s run where he’s the main villain bent on destruction. he looked hot, so i’m glad that never changed tbh.

-i so wish his minions had more time to shine tbh!!! design wise, i thought they were fun and cool looking, but i wanted more of them and dig into them a bit more… and while there was some spotlight… i think there needed to be more tbh. but this might fall at odds with the pacing tbh.

-grana was so cool. it… almost seemed like he had a thing going on with miroku tbh? at times? idk he was neat tho.

-shiner was the other one i liked a lot too!

-tbh i got sad that both oboro and hiryu split from the main party. and i think that the story never quite recovered from that, imo. again, the pacing was pretty quick—not rushed tbh—but i wish more time could have been spent with oboro and hiryu (with tatsuo and kasukabe) as both did their separate paths tbh.

-not that i liked oboro/ageha, bc not especially, but i think i’m sad that the story sort of … dropped that clinginess?

-absolutely wanted more body horror with oboro tbh. since he kept on merging with monsters oh my gosh!!

-ageha’s confession to sakurako about how he loved her when they were kids, then somewhere along the way he forgot, but then he fell for her all over again was soooo sweet!

-lmao i loved sakurako’s alternate personality, abyss. kinda liked the merging and how she was more openly affectionate towards ageha (bc she’s the repressed side of sakurako).

-kabuto stole my heart tho! he evaded death so many times! even when the mangaka intended to kill him off! he lived to the very end!!

-little bit fond of vigo & mari, ngl. def. platonic for them, but i enjoyed how kindness goes a long way to one so yandere.

-loved seeing the kids’ future selves. they were just sweet!

-love that shinonome and haruhiko stuck around bc their sister was saved

-found matsuri/kagetora v. cute and i’m glad they ended up together

-loved that the future kept changing.

-the cast was likeable enough, tbh, which was the main draw tbh. were these characters original? no, but they were fine and i enjoyed them.

for a good chunk, i really would rate it 8/10, bc it’s fun and paced pretty steadily and breezy to read. but then the party splits up, and idk, the momentum changes and just… its still good but i’m less into it, and then the final 15 chapters… are anticlimactic to me.

so: i rated it originally as a 7/10, and honestly: yeah it’s still a 7/10. i probably will forget about the ending again bc it just… petered off imo. don’t exactly hate it, but i can’t say i’m happy with it either. but overall i don’t regret rereading it tbh.