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mstrchu · 2 years
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recently learned that i am not immune to instagram ads ☠
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cangrellesteponme · 7 months
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shiemi/yukio sketches i drew for a friend who loves them
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competitivedust · 1 year
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So I guess I am making another post about the pairing from hell. I feel like I just need to type this shit out to get over it so here it goes.
Fitzsimmons are obviously a fan favourite ship in the fandom and sure, that's valid. I genuinely don't feel it anymore with these two, but in a way I think they deserve each other because no way in hell do I want anyone else to have to deal with these self centred assholes.
My problem is that being self inserts for the writers of the show meant for most part that both Fitz and Simmons were treated as more important than not just the actual protagonists of the show, but even the story itself.
I am guessing the writers are just as obsessed with themselves as Fitzsimmons are because they just had to separate the two in every fucking season. Sometimes even twice in the same season like give me a goddamn break you freaks!
The narrative just always had to surround them. If it wasn't through separation, though it usually was, it was by bringing the doctor back so he could traumatize someone and Jemma could feel slightly conflicted about it all.
An example of this is season 6, only 13 episodes long, with the most underdeveloped villains of the whole series and still, it has an entire episode dedicated to Fitzsimmons. And ok, let's say it's there to address the psychic split. But they couldn't even commit to that, because not once do the events of the devil complex get mentioned or shown (as in flashbacks). Considering, it's the event that revealed Fitz's mental break, I believe that was necessary. But instead, you get to watch Fitz's inner nazi and Jemma's Ringu monster have an intense makeout session. Because of course, you do.
And while the episode might be well acted, it doesn't tell you anything new because we already know that Fitz and Jemma love each other enough to cross galaxies to find each other. This was precious screentime wasted on two extremely well-established characters instead of giving us even somewhat compelling villains.
I honestly consider the writers to be extremely unprofessional for letting their personal opinions about these characters be detrimental to the quality of the show. Unprofessional, clueless, and just bad at their jobs.
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sinhasfluffyheadfur · 9 months
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oc references I made for my artfight!! rubbing my hands together evilly
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poorlittlevampire · 8 months
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i am a battle pass hater just like. on principle but the ow one is sooo fucking bad i cannot believe people pay for it. and they changed it so now f2p players only get one free skin out of it and i wouldn’t even be that annoyed except for the fact that this seasons ashe skin in the bp wouldve been the free one. like bro just give it to me u fucking suck
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talagalaxies · 2 years
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cinnabeat · 4 months
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i love my go to method to making a place look cluttered and Lived In in my illustrations is to have papers tacked on the wall or on corkboards and shit
#nothing screams This Is An Environment like sticky notes everywhere#in my experience#my next apprach is usually stacks of books with papers sticking out#im usually terrible at drawing nicknacks in spaces just cuz it looks cery Dead and uniform#i try to use my own space as a reference but frankly i have So much shit and its usually small and doesnt match the vibe of whatever im draw#drawing so its usually not very helpful#so papers on walls is usually my go to#anyways im impressed vy how this is looking tbh#the color and rendering is going to be a fucking nightmare#michi tag#i debated drawing a lamp but i think the presence of a lamp that isnt even on will detract from what im trying to say#anyways im not usually big on like backgrounds and environments so this is a really good exercise to flex those non existent muscles#i think what makes it easier is that its fairly zoomed in so i dont have to draw a giant background for a tiny character and also#i had a pretty clear idea of what i generally wanted if not the minute details like the plant i added yesterday#ao its like ok a person hunched over a desk. blinds for the prison bar look a wastepaper basket for the MANY scrapped letters. aers everywhr#everywhere. thats the general idea so i just add the major elements and then go ok how do i fill in this empty space and just start adding s#shit. looking up reference pics helps too cuz idk what people normally have on their desks#i fucking love talking abt my art process bc if someone asked me in real life i couldnt say anything but if im talking to myself i have so m#much to say. no one wver asks the right questions during critiques anyways
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asumofwords · 9 months
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Smoke, Fire and Ash
Warnings: This fic includes noncon, dubcon, manipulation, violence, death, forced marriage, and inc3st. Tags will be added as the fic goes on.
This is a dark!fic. 18+ only. Read at your own discretion. Please read the warnings before continuing.
Summary: You are the eldest daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen. You are forced to navigate the difficult surroundings of your upbringing and the eventual disintegration between your family and the Hightower's relationship. What will happen when your older and estranged uncle suddenly takes a more sinister interest in you? (Dark!Aemond x Reader)
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Characters: Aemond Targaryen X Reader, HOTD characters.
Note: Hello hello hello! Behold, another chapter, I know these ones are quite heavy, and so I am doing my best to post as often as I can so that we aren't all left in the pit of despair. <3
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Chapter 76: Unlikely Ally 
The soft brushing of hands through your hair drew you up to the surface of consciousness, a gentle stirring that did not jerk you to the front, but caressed you. Sandalwood and musk, smoke and leather, hints of dragon, all curled around you, creating a feeling of safety. 
It was him.
It was okay.
It was over.
Your eyes cracked open, your limbs heavy and tires as you looked up.
Long silver hair, deep black leather robes, a scar through cheek and forehead, a shining sapphire eye and a stormy violet one. Aemond sat as he had the day before, back stiff and seeing eye still on the chamber doors. 
He had not slept.
And he had not taken his eye from the doors, not even for one moment.
His other hand however, was not clutching the side of the chaise as it was when you drifted to sleep, but instead cupped your face, thumb smoothing the soft skin along your jawline.
You blinked at him and shifted, dull pain sparking in your neck, and throbbing through your core. At your stirring, the Prince turned his sight away from the door, to cast his eye down to look at you, jaw clenched as his gaze slipped to the bruises upon your neck.
Slowly you moved to sit up, ignoring the way your body begged to stay still, to keep laying on the chaise, to go back to rest and exist in a world of non-existence. To sleep in the emptiness void and bask in the silence of your dreams.
Your uncle made room for you to sit beside him, feet moving down to brush against the cold stone floors.
“Easy.” Aemond breathed as you winced from the movement, your eyes finding the fireplace, with no sight of Lucerys or Helaena.
They were gone.
He lifted his hand to brush a lock of your hair behind your ear, evidently pleased that you did not flinch at his touch. But how were you to flinch when you had no one else to go to.
There was an emptiness that settled in your chest, a hollowness that lingered around you and had not left, despite his presence. 
Aemond's violet eye searched your face, looking at your profile before he whispered your childhood name to you. A soft coo. A gentle command. A come hither of the kindest notion.
You turned your head to face him, and watched as he softly gripped your chin, tilting your head up, pain in the movement of it, allowing him to see the bruises that marred your neck. 
Cause by his brother. 
The King.
He breathed a sharp breath through his nose as he looked at the purple blotches. Long angry lines marked the shape of fingers around your neck, pink and purple blooming around the skin, with tinges of yellow creeping along the edges.
“Skoros ēza ziry gaomagon naejot ao.” What has he done to you, He murmured, and you shut your eyes.
You didn’t want to think of what he had done to you.
You didn’t want to think about the feeling of his hands on you.
The feeling of him inside of you.
A knock rattled the wood of the doors, echoing in the solemn space. You jumped beside him, heart lurching in your throat as you spun to look at the entrance.
It was him.
He was back.
He was back.
It was not o-
“It’s alright.” Aemond whispered before turning his head, but his posture said anything but it. His spine had stiffened more than it already was, and he looked as though he was ready to jump from his spot beside you. It set you on edge.
“Come.” His voice boomed across the room.
The two large doors opened, and the knight who guarded your chambers entered meekly, eyes on the floor, not daring to look at you or Aemond. 
Where was he?
Had he heard?
Did he know?
“My Lord, My Lady.” He greeted you both, finally raising his eyes to look across the room. “The King has requested your presence this morning to dine with the Small Council.”
The King.
The King.
To Dine.
To Dine.
The King.
The words caused nausea to roll through you, tears springing to your eyes. Please Gods, not again. Please. Please. Your breath quickened as you stared, heart racing against your ribcage.
Aemond inhaled deeply, with anger. 
“Has he commanded it?” He growled.
“Yes, My Lord.”
“Leave.” Aemond grunted.
The world around you got smaller.
The King. 
The King.
You were to see him again. 
Two large hands grasped your face and turned you to gaze upon Aemond’s. 
“Paghagon, zaldrītsos.” Breathe.
A sob broke through you as you tried to steady your breathing.
The King.
The memories of him on top of you.
His grunts.
His hands.
His-
Aemond murmured your nickname and you looked into his eye.
“Do not show that him that he has broken you.”
One hand released your face and came down into your lap, pulling your hand into his own, finger sliding up and down on the scar of your palm.
It was intimate, it was soft, and it grounded you. 
“I promise, he will not touch you again. I give you my word.”
You said you wouldn’t leave.
You promised I would be safe.
Your breathing quickened again.
You said I would be okay.
I told you.
I told you.
I to-
“Where is your fire?” His eye searched your face.
You blinked at him, tear rolling down your cheek. 
“Skoriot iksis ñuha zaldrītsos?” Where is my little dragon?
Where is she?
Where is she?
Snuffed out.
Tired.
Broken.
“Gone.”
“You and I both know that is not the case.” He whispered, thumb still smoothing the scar on your palm, “Iksā se ānogar hen Uēpa Valyria. Perzys dakogon rȳ ao. Iksā se tala hen Rhaenyra Targārien, se se Rogue Dārilaros."
You are the blood of Old valyria. Fire runs through you. You are the daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen, and the Rogue Prince.
Aemond leant forward, eye determined and shadowed as he spoke, with conviction, slowly, sternly, and reverantly.
"Iksā ñuha ābrazȳrys.” You are my wife.  
My wife.
You blinked again, heart still thumping a racing rhythm in your chest.
“My wife is not weak. My wife is not broken.” He squeezed your hand and you squeezed it back, trying to calm the awful anxiety that caused your stomach to tie up in knots.
“We will dine with the King, and we will show him… Who you are.” 
Who you are.
Who are you?
Zaldristos.
Dracarys.
You sniffed and nodded, swallowing thickly as you began to push down the tide of overwhelming terror.
Where was your fire?
Where is your fire?
Where?
The Amala and Joanna came to dress you, and had sat you gently at the vanity to brush and braid your hair together, both there to support you. There to offer you support with their mere presence alone, and although it did not relieve the trepidation that you had, their non verbal show of care was a stepping stone you had not known you needed. 
When you looked at yourself in the vanity, your eyes scanned the bruises along your neck and the visual state of your wellbeing. Your eyes were dark, heavy shadows beneath them, and your cheeks had lost a fullness to them, as though the life had seeped out of you. 
The bruises told a story of its own.
Dark purple blotches of fingers along your neck stood out as a reminder to you, mauves and blues pressed harder in some places than others, like splatters of paint, and yellow bleeding at the edges. You had to suck in a shaken breath and turn your head away, not wishing to look at the evidence of his touch on your flesh.
It is over.
It is over.
The gown they dressed you in was high necked to cover the bruises, to hide his crimes. To hide the horrors that you had to endure. To hide your sorrow
The dress was long and heavy, sleeves tight against you with silk threads of black flames that were embroidered along the sleeves, skirt, and bodice. The high neck buckled at the front with silver clasps, and a large chain of Valyrian steel was secured around your waist, the head of a dragon biting down on its own tail.
When you were dressed, you sat once more in front of the vanity and looked at yourself. 
Though the dress hid the bruises that marred your body, your face betrayed you with your hollow eyes and gaunt cheeks. But the gown helped in a false sense of power and pride, and the hair made you feel closer to your family in a moment when you needed them most. 
Do this for them. 
Do this for them.
What more could be done?
The worst has already happened.
Endure.
Endure.
Endure.
“Are you ready?” Aemond stood behind you, one hand on the side of your shoulder where his thumb rubbed against the junction of your neck. 
You swallowed.
Were you ready?
You would never be ready.
But you had to be. 
For them.
For yourself.
You nodded and stood, turning to face Aemond. 
Shock crawled through you.
Today, he was not in his leather robes that he always wore.
Today Aemond wore something similar to you.
All black.
Your eyes roamed over his body.
The tunic and pants were similar to yours with a black vest tightened at his front. Large silver clasps held the tunic and vest together, and from one point of his shoulder down to his waist was another steel chain.
One dragon head on each end, their jaws biting down on the black to hold to the material. 
Aemond was wearing black.
Not his black leathers.
But black robes.
Matching black robes.
He was wearing your colours. 
Aemond’s eye was half hooded, and his sapphire eye twinkled lightly as he shifted his head to look at you. His hair had been braided back, away from his face and fastened at the back of his head half up and half down. 
It reminded you of your father.
The Prince held out his hand to you, palm up. The scar ran across the expanse of his large hand, the pink skin raised and delicate. His hands were so much larger than yours, and he had calluses from years of sword training, and the wear of Vhagar's reins upon his skin. 
Placing your own in his, you felt the two of your ceremonial scars press together.
As one.
And so you walked together, as one, in unlikely circumstances fated by the Gods or others, to the small Dining Hall.
His grip grounded you as you counted the steps. 
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
You breathed in with every second step and out with every fourth, trying to set an easy rhythm to concentrate on and follow. 
The walk passed quickly, and by the time you stood in front of the two doors, Aemond’s eye was set on the entrance in front of him, his hand tightening around yours painfully. You watched as his jaw clenched, and the lips you had come to chase, pursed.
“Dracarys.” Came the familiar whisper of Lucerys.
Dracarys.
Dracarys.
The doors opened, and you struggled to keep your fear in check, but you pushed it down, as you had many times before. As you have always had to do. And the cold steel mask that you had grown accustomed to wearing in your time, since even before the war, slipped on.
There was something about entering a chamber full of the Greens Small Council, and having all eyes on you. All eyes on the treaty bargaining piece, and her husband, the One-Eyed Prince, dressed head to toe in matching robes of black. 
A symbol of unity.
A symbol of rebellion. 
A symbol of hope.
When your eyes landed on Aegon, your stomach lurched into your throat, hand jerking in Aemond’s grip, who thankfully kept it tightly in his as you ascended the small stairs.
Aegon continued to stare at the both of you, a wide smirk on his pale face as he looked at the state of your dress, focusing on the neck of the gown, which split his face into an even wider smile. 
“Brother! Welcome home.” The King boomed.
Alicent sat nervously at the seat beside him, hand tucking a thumb into her palm on the table. A nervous habit.
Aemond did not reply, and pulled out the seat for you to sit in. You sat down and held your breath, heart rising in your throat as your eyes could not tear themselves away from your eldest uncle. 
“How do you fare, niece? You look unwell.” Aegon falsely asked, and the shift in the chambers was palpable. 
You swallowed thickly, teeth grinding down against one another in your jaw as you dug your nails into Aemond’s hand.
Dracarys.
“Tired, Your Grace." Your voice crackled, "Aemond’s return was swift and unexpected. We had much to catch up on.” You felt your teeth slide across each other roughly.
Aegon grinned, “I am sure you did.”
Otto inhaled deeply, and Aegon leant back to snap his fingers at the servers, having them bring the food to the table. 
The food was brought over and piled high, the smells of the meats and fruit turning your stomach. There was even a bowl of starfruit on the table, which you dared to not touch. But most notably, there was a large roasted pig sat in the middle in front of you and Aemond. You felt his own hand clench in your grip, whilst Aegon watched with bright eyes, waiting for the reaction he desperately sought out. 
“Mother, a prayer?” Aegon looked to Alicent, who’s eyes nervously danced between all of you. 
You wondered who else in the Small Council had known of what had happened. 
Anger began to stir inside of you, and Lucerys’ whispers got louder.
Dracarys.
“May we pray to the Crone for wisdom in these times, may she carry her lantern to us to guide the path in which we move forward. May-“
“We pray to the Mother,” Aegon began, interrupting the Dowager Queen, and all eyes flicked up to him, “For a healthy babe and fertile womb for the Princess.”
It was a blur of black and green.
Black and Green. 
Green and Black. 
“Hen Kasta, Hen Zōbrie.” Of Green, Of Black, Helaena whispered.
The world around you spun.
Breath caught in your throat, the sound of guards being summoned and the yells of Alicent and Otto Hightower brought you back to the present. 
Aemond had launched himself across the table, fist catching the Kings jaw, sending the Conquerors Crown flying across the floor with a clang. The chair he had been seated on swung backwards, and the two brothers landed on a heap of fists on the floor.
You could scarcely move, standing as you watched punch, after punch was thrown by both men on the stone floors of the Small Dining Hall. The other Council members stood watching, others sitting, unsure of what to do as Ser Cole rushed over to the blur of silver hair, trying to yank the youngest brother from the King. 
“Aemond! Stop this!” Alicent screamed, watching as the One-Eyed Prince wrapped his hands around the King’s throat.
“Aemond!” Otto bellowed, hand raised to stop the King’s guard from reaching the two.
Dracarys.
Dracarys.
Dracarys.
“Aemond.” Your voice felt foreign as it left your lips.
The two men struggled still, the king beneath Aemond who's hands only continued to tighten on around the King's neck.
Hands around your neck.
Aegon's hands around your neck.
His grunts.
His breath.
His-
"Aemond!" The yell escaped you without a second thought.
You watched as the Prince stiffened and jerked his brothers head down onto the stones, rolling off of him to stand. His chest heaved as he looked down at Aegon who was pulled up by Ser Cole, blood dribbling from his lips and nose.
Dracarys.
Hen Kasta, Hen Zōbrie.
Aemond was yanked backwards by Alicent, his shoulder jerking her hold from him as he breathed staring at his brother who sneered. 
��You dare put a hand on the King?” He growled, “I could have your head.”
"Touch her again and I'll-"
"You'll what?"
A tear slid down your cheek. 
Dracarys.
“Enough! Is it not bad enough that we are at war with your half-sister, that now you seek to war with your own brother? Have you gone to madness?” Alicent snapped at her son, staring Aegon down, who spat a glob of bloody spit onto the stones at Aemond's feet.
“I will not have this family fallen over the petty grievances of two men grown behaving as little boys.” Alicent snapped her head to the Council members who watched on awkwardly, “Leave, and do not speak of what you have witnessed.” 
“Not a word to anyone of this.” The old man had bowed his head, and uttered a quiet, “Your Grace” in acquiescence. 
“Return to your chambers,” Alicent spun around looking at you and then to Aemond, “All of you.”
You blinked, once, twice, three times.
Aemond was at your side, lip split and hair tousled, though the braids holding firmly. His knuckles were bloodied and bruised, his attire was messed, but his face checked over yours to see if you were okay.
To see if you were safe. 
You had an ally.
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biolumilunareclipse · 10 months
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Disobedient
ao’nung x fem!metkayina reader
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content warning: NSFW content, characters in early 20s, possessive language and behavior, spanking, edging, fingering, p in v, implied overstimulation
synopsis: ao’nung comes home to you touching yourself without him, something he explicitly told you not to do
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ao’nung has always had but a few requests for you in regards to your relationship. before you agreed to become his mate, he laid them all out for you; 1. if you’re upset with me, tell me. don’t beat around the bush. 2. we will sleep in the same bed, even if we are upset with each other. 3. we should be each others first priority, along with our children if we have any. if you are upset, i will drop anything i’m doing to care for you, and i would like the same treatment. and finally 4. don’t ever, ever, touch yourself when i’m not there to watch.
the last one seems pretty out of place, huh? that’s what you thought. but nevertheless, you found them easy enough to follow. hell, you probably would have even suggested most of them yourself. of course, you added your own requests, which ao’nung happily accepted. he follows all of his own rules, as well as yours, to a t. and you have done the same. until today.
when ao’nung brought up the fourth rule, you were flustered of course, but agreed because you figured the longest you’d have to go without him to relieve you was a day or two. but it’s been a week. an agonizing, horrible, excruciating week that he’s been off with a hunting party. you’ve tried everything to relieve the ache between your legs without touching, but nothing has worked. you finally caved and decided to indulge. if only you had waited an hour more, you would have been able to jump ao’nungs bones the moment he walked in the door. instead, you’re currently laying flat on your stomach, bound to a beam in your marui by your conjoined wrists while swift smacks are delivered to your ass and callused fingers bring you to the brink of yet another orgasm, only to cruelty rip it away from you.
you yelp as the another slap is delivered to the plush skin of your behind. the melody of your husbands giddy laugh harmonize with the slick sounds of your cunt to create an erotic symphony you want to listen to forever and never hear again. “so cute little one. i’m almost tempted to give you what you want. but,” another smack. “you broke the rules. if you had waited for me like a good girl…” soft lips press to your ear as your mate growls, “i probably would have already filled this pretty cunt with my cum. but you didn’t wait, did you baby?”
whining, you arch your back into his fingers, attempting to push them deeper into your aching heat, only to receive another smack for your efforts. “answer me.”
“i did-didn’ wait. ‘m sorry i won’ do it again,” you cry, voice small. another orgasm is building in your core. you’re sure ao’nung can tell from the periodic clenches of your walls.
ao’nung coos, curling his fingers into your g-spot. “i know you wont do it again baby. but that doesn’t mean i don’t have to punish you for doing it in the first place.” just as you’re beginning to reach your high, ao’nung rips his fingers from your cunt. you sob at the loss, deflating into the soft floor beneath you.
ao’nung eyes your form with hunger. he’s having the time of his life. is he genuinely mad? no. is he a little annoyed? yes. the primitive instinct to possess every part of you urges him to claim whatever he can, including your pleasure. the thought of you being brought to a blissful orgasm without him there gets under his skin like nothing else. he wants to own each inch of your being.
he licks his fingers clean while chuckling at your state. moving to tap your hips once the digits have been released from his mouth. “up baby, on your knees.”
mustering what little strength you have left, you shift onto your knees. face remaining buried in the soft material due to your bound wrists. your tail rests near his hip, lazily swaying with your movement. ao’nung admires your position, tracing along the curve of your spine. he lightly draws his finger up toward your neck while he lines up his cock with his free hand. just as his soft touch reaches the nape of your neck, he pushes in about a quarter of his cock.
though you were thoroughly stretched out, his girth still takes some getting used to. you mewl at the stretch, but purr when his fingers weave through your curls to scratch your scalp. he rocks his hips back and forth, slowly edging more and more of his thick length into your slick walls until almost all of his cock is buried in your cunt.
“my beautiful girl,” he coos. the sweet sentiment is quickly followed by a yelp when he plunges the rest of his cock in with one sharp thrust, simultaneously yanking in the strands of hair woven between his fingers. “my sweet little whore.” he coos in the same tone as before. almost instantly, he begins pounding into your cunt, reassured by the many many orgasms he ripped from you that had thoroughly prepped you to take him.
your orgasm comes embarrassingly quick. to save yourself from more punishment, you try to force a warning to roll off your tongue. “ao’-ao’nung ‘m gonna, i can’, ‘m gonna, please please please.”
thankfully, your mate understood your jumbled sentence. “i know little one, i can feel it. just tell me who owns this pretty, little, pussy,” each word punctuated by a hard thrust, “and you can cum.”
you immediately comply. “you! you own it, all yours all yours,” you breathe.
a satisfied growl rumbles through his throat coupled by a sick satisfaction flowing through his veins. “that’s my good girl, my personal little slut. you can cum baby.” you don’t have to be told twice, immediately spamming around his thick cock while his thrusts never cease.
you heave as you begin to come down from your high, only for his thrusts to become rapid once more. “ao’nung, m’ sensitive,” you whimper.
his chest presses to your back as he bends over your form. nibbling on your ear with his sharp canines before growling, “i don’t care. you said it yourself little one, this is my pussy. and i intend to use it until i’m satisfied.”
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chochuuya · 4 months
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manga genres.
matsuno chifuyu x fem!reader
disclaimer/note: lots of bickering, chifuyu is a hardcore, he called you a dork and actually roasts you bad but.. finally breaks his christmas curse? (。- .•)
wc: 1.6k [1668]
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you both can never get along when it comes to your manga preferences.
“shut up.” chifuyu sneers.
“no, you shut up!” you say in return.
it’s been about 30 minutes since you first started arguing. chifuyu is a softie at heart, and enjoyed the romance genre. while you were a person of action, enjoying the thriller genre much more.
“the art style is so much better. i don’t even know how you can read a story with such bad flow!” he argued.
you scoffed, turning your head away for a second before looking back at him.
“bad story flow? how dare you. as if your fav isn’t so predictable and mundane, chifuyu. trust me, action is sooo much better than romance.”
“well at least my favourite doesn’t have bad character development! at least they have likeable characters with diverse personalities, compared to your fav show where everyone is plain and boring.” chifuyu says, clearly not going to budge.
“oh, and your fav also has shitty romance.” he adds with a smirk.
he’s getting annoying, you swear you could punch his dumb face but you decided against it.
“well, at least my manga has plot twists and actually keeps their audience wanting for more! your romance? twelve episodes and we’re done. you can just read another of the same genre and you’ll get same plot every time.”
“oh no plot twists, huh?” chifuyu retorts gleefully.
“like who died in the latest chapter or some other bullcrap like that? i rather read and watch something where i can relax and enjoy.” the blond says, “you know, something that doesn't overstimulate your brain.”
“and plus, with romance i get to enjoy some sweet and spicy scenes that i like so much.”
he adds cheekily, “besides, i hate waiting a week for the next chapter. romance is much better than that.”
you scoffed in disbelief. the audacity and ego of his is something else.
“maybe your attention span is just too short to be watching or reading action, chifuyu!”
“and maybe your brain is a bit too simple compared to mine.” he retorts snarkily, “maybe you need constant action and stimulation to keep you entertained, because you get bored too easily.”
“and, it doesn’t matter how long a manga or anime is, it’s the enjoyment and the quality of it that counts. and clearly romance does it best.” he adds smugly, knowing he’s won in his eyes.
you actually rolled my eyes at his reasoning.
“maybe your authors keep dragging the story because they know romance and slice of life is just too simple without any action in it! yeah, what about that?”
“not to mention some of your favourites are quite questionable, chifuyu. what was it again.. oshi no ko? fruits basket? yuck!” you added.
chifuyu chuckles in amusement at your annoyance.
“you know what else is funny? i bet you can’t watch a romantic comedy without feeling cringe or getting embarrassed. and i mean real romcoms, like wotakoi and kaguya-sama.”
"and yeah, they’re my favourites, the anime just elevated them more. i mean come on, they’re cute and funny! and oshi no ko’s mystery and drama, even the comedy at times! how can you hate them?!” he states, annoyed.
“you bet i do, i don’t know how you feel all giddy inside when watching or reading them. maybe you’re just a hopeless romantic!”
you laughed wholeheartedly at your own remark.
“kaguya-sama? even i know better romances than you, ao haru ride and kimi ni todoke is so much better.”
“you know nothing, (y/n).” chifuyu says, amused.
“i admit kaguya-sama has its flaws, but it’s so damn good too. and ao haru ride is nothing but a sad, slow-burn romance that is painfully boring." he says, feeling a bit annoyed at your remark.
“and kimi ni todoke? again, slow-burn that is a bit too cliché.” he adds before saying, “i’d rather read or watch wotakoi. that’s a much better romance manga.”
you sighed in defeat. just hurts your throat trying to even get your argument against him.
chifuyu laughs, “told you! you clearly don’t know enough about manga and anime. you should learn from me, (y/n)!”
“and maybe, just maybe, if you try to change your tastes in manga and anime, you’d start attracting people who like the same thing as you.” he smirks, knowing he hit a nerve with that last comment of his.
you nudged him.
“you say that as if i don’t hear you complaining every christmas that you can’t get a girl, chifuyu. shut up!”
he goes silent, a slight redness creeping into his skin, “h-hey, c’mon! you didn’t have to point that out!” he says, trying to defend himself.
“besides, one day i’ll get a girlfriend.. just you wait—” he grumbles, looking away.
“yeah, whatever. i would probably be dead before you even can get yourself a girl.”
he goes silent again. his face seems to get redder, his annoyance clear.
“what’s that supposed to mean? you think i can’t have a girlfriend?” chifuyu retorts, annoyed.
he didn’t appreciate you mocking him like that.
“um, yeah. every time a girl talks to you, you chicken out. be grateful that i stayed.”
his face turns to disbelief at your words, still red with anger.
“i chicken out? chicken out?! that’s rich coming from you, who’s too scared to ask anyone out on a date.” he says, not backing down.
“and at least i’m not an introvert who gets anxiety whenever they meet new people, scared of embarrassing themselves and avoiding any and all social situations.” he adds, being as brutal as he can be.
your jaw dropped but you quickly compose yourself. don’t let him get to you just yet!
“h-huh? what do you even know about dating?! i bet i have more chance than you do, chifuyu.”
he chuckles in amusement at your outburst.
“oh you’re just all bark, no bite, (y/n). i’ve been on a few dates, sure maybe none of them really lasted, but at least i’ve been on some. you can’t say the same, can you?”
“and i doubt anyone would wanna go out with a dork like you anyway,” he adds with a smirk.
you had enough. you stood up from the floor of his room and exited the door. wow, so much of a hangout!
“hey hey hey, where do you think you’re going, (y/n)?” chifuyu taunts, standing up and walking towards you.
“the conversation isn’t over yet, now is it?” he adds.
“i’m going home.” you said plainly as you walk down the hallway.
“no, you’re not," he says, grabbing you by the arm and stopping you from continuing your walk.
“who says you can leave now?” he asks, annoyed and determined to carry on with his argument.
you nudged your shoulder, removing your arm from his grasp as you continue to ignore him.
coincidentally, baji came and opened the door. poor guy must be confused to see you leave right after. he stepped aside as chifuyu tried to chase after you.
“hey! what gives you the right to ignore me like that?!” chifuyu shouts, watching you walk out of the front door.
“damn it!” he yells angrily at you as you walk away with your nose in the air.
“way to go, chifuyu.”
“kindly shut up, baji-san.��
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the next day at school, you were not in the mood. maybe his words got to you yesterday.
you stare into the void of your locker as you got your books out slowly.
chifuyu notices something is off with you. he decides to walk up to you as he sees you get your books out slowly, looking at you with a concerned expression.
he decides not to bring up the argument you had yesterday, for he knows his words can cut deep sometimes.
“hey (y/n), are you alright?” he asks quietly.
“hm.” you simply hummed in response as you shove your books into your backpack. you adjusted the straps before closing the locker and walks towards your class.
chifuyu follows you. he decides not to follow up with his previous question, and instead makes an attempt at being friendly.
“can i walk with you?”
“sure.”
he walks alongside you, feeling quite uncomfortable with your silence.
“so, um, do you mind if i ask what’s got you so down?” he asks, as he walks with you to class.
“was it that argument we had? or something else..?” he asks again, genuinely curious.
“maybe next time don’t call me a dork when you know i dislike it, chifuyu. i get it, i’m sensitive sometimes but—”
“that was yesterday, is that why you’re pissed at me still?” he asks, not fully understanding the situation.
“besides, i wasn’t being serious, (y/n)! we’re friends, you’re no dork.. i’m sorry okay?” he says, feeling a bit saddened.
“and besides, i like it when you’re sensitive. it’s adorable.” chifuyu says with a small smile. he felt that admitting that is rather embarrassing, but he wanted to reconcile with you.
you paused on your tracks as you look up to him. “did he just.. call me adorable?”
“come again?”
“you heard me.” he smirked.
“you being overly sensitive is such an adorable trait to have. not to mention, i would prefer my future girlfriend to be somewhat sensitive, instead of being a cold and mean person.”
he said it all so boldly that makes your mouth hangs open slightly. your cheeks are betraying you already.
“what..?”
he can see your cheeks getting slightly red tinted now. he was getting flustered himself.
“i.. uh..” he stammers.
“i mean, everyone would want their future partner to be someone they like. and i like you, (y/n).”
“plus, what i said is the truth. people do think you’re cute and adorable whenever you’re overly sensitive. even your anger is adorable.” he adds, giving it his all to persuade you into admitting you like him.
he’s clearly into you now.
and, you have no choice but to answer.
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chifuyu is so cute (i am biased) and a fluffy fluff is what he deserves (ง ˃ ³ ˂)ว ⁼³₌₃⁼³ i hope you like this one~ all reblogs & likes are vv appreciated!
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yaynotgaybutbi · 2 months
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(Ok, I swear this will be my last post about the pjo show, I will shut the fuck up after this.)
Yes, adaptation is a process, in which some things must be lost and some things must be added. It's remaking a material from one media to another, so OF COURSE there will be changes.
BUT the media must be utilized! What use is it to me that they made a tv show if that tv show is SO FUCKING BLAND. Visually, sound-wise, director-wise.
The more I think about it, the more it pisses me off. The character growth, not even that, the learning moments the gang goes through are gone. They just know bc they are smart and read the myths.
The tension of making it till the deadline is gone AND the relization of it has no impact. The pacing is so fucking weird and fast. Both within the episodes (yes, the jokes are funny, BUT JESUS WHERE DID THE QUICK WIT GO??? SPEED IT UUUPP) and in the overall season.
The visual side of it is, like, nicely done, but this is Disney's attempt for their new flag show and it look like another shitty MCU movie. Wouldn't it be cool if the underworld scenes were high contrast black and white? If we got more lively colors, maybe make the BLUE pop way more? If we got more detail shots in that dead people line so it would feel crowded and uncomfy? More practical effects? If the dream sequences were so confusing to Percy AND TO VIEWERS by not being just straight up CGI landscape? THE COSTUMES, PLEASE SOMEONE SAVE THE COSTUME DEPARTMENT, GIVE THEM SOME MONEY AND FREEDOM, PLEEAAASSEEE!!
JESUS, like a little bit of spice, little bit of art direction, SET THIS SHOW APART, MAKE IT SPECIAL. The whole reason the books are ao special is bc of their first person narration, which you cannot do with the show, SO MAKE THE CINEMATIC NARRATION INTERESTING THEN.
I do not want to be the party pooper, I want this show to last, to go BEYOND the source material and EXPAND it. And they are doing a good job with some things! Like Sally being just... more. And Annabeth probably being a engineer instead of an architect. I LOVE the cast. Maybe I would circle out that writing room and directors, but they can get better, I believe. And hell, LIN DID A GREAT JOB BEING HARMES
Like I said, there must be changes. It does work like that, I know that, EVERYONE knows that. But the 'least objectable' route is just not the answer anymore. Big fan base will not save this show from losing money and getting canceled. I just hope season 1 will be one day viewed as a 'beloved but unfortunate start'. I really do.
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affixjoy · 3 months
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Today I continued my Star Trek journey by rewatching Star Trek (2009) and boy howdy do I have some thoughts.
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So first off, I saw this for the first time when I came out in 2009. It wasn’t my first experience with Star Trek, but it was probably my first with Kirk and Spock and that gang. I remember liking it a lot.
Now that I’ve watched all of TOS and a few of the movies with the original cast my feelings are a little more complicated.
Overall, fun movie! I imagine they had to have felt the weight of recasting and redoing such iconic characters, and in a lot of ways they succeeded. It certainly got younger people like me interested in the franchise!
💫 Spock: I do love this version of him. His “live long and prosper” to the VSA is perfectly bitchy and I’m obsessed with it.
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💫BONES!! if you’ve read any of my other posts you’ll know that somehow Bones snuck up on me as my favorite character. I love his intro here, and I think Karl Urban gets the tone just right. This really is a buffet for the McKirkers out there, I can see how this led to 1000 academy era fics of them.
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💫Kirk: oh Jim. Jimmy Jim Jim. Baby boy. What are you doing. How did being played by Chris Pine (who is incredibly hot) make you LESS attractive??
Obviously this Kirk suffers from some Kirk drift and the added trauma of losing his dad. He’s so much angrier, so much less sweet and nerdy. Rewatching this now I can see why I was so hesitant to like him in TOS because he’s a lot less lovable here.
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💫 I get it’s an emergency and they had to for plot reasons, but almost all of Pike’s staffing choices make no sense. Sure, Spock as acting captain, I get that. But everyone else?? Imagine being one of the other people there who has been with starfleet for years and seeing him hand Kirk the role of first officer. The ship can’t be entirely cadets can it?? Imagine the group texts going around after like “thank god he didn’t die because I really need to bitch about this.”
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💫 I love all three Uhuras (tos, aos, and snw) and I get why they made her Spock’s love interest here because they’ve got fun chemistry! They have a lot in common, they’re both hot and smart, I get it. But cmon guys, that man is a 6 on the Kinsey scale. You keep pairing him with women and it doesn’t work.
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💫 I feel like they worked in lots of little references to classic trek, from plot stuff to smaller details like when Spock enters from the turbolift at the end in a very TMP way. I love that, it makes me feel like the people making the movie really care about the stories and the characters. When Spock Prime says good luck I felt all the weight of his relationship with his Jim and how it changed him. So lovely and touching.
And just how close they made Kirk and Spock stand, especially towards the end of the movie. They were always glued to each other in TOS and JJ must have known us Spirk shippers needed something to latch on to 😅
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💫 There’s too much action in this movie for me. We didn’t need to see Scotty beamed into the water tank. The best sf stuff is always story based, I don’t need extravagant fights and cgi shit. I’m sure there are people who watch science fiction for the spectacle but I’m here for the ideas and the feelings.
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💫 goddddd everything with Vulcan and losing Amanda. Rip all our hearts out why don’t you. Spock’s mom dying is just heartbreaking. I know they had to lose someone we knew to make the destruction of the planet more real to us as viewers but so crushing to see it.
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💫 Old Spock 😭😭😭
He knows right away who Jim is and expects that Jim found him on purpose.
Old Spock just launched right in to the mind meld huh. To me this really says that he and his Jim are on very casual mind meld terms and he’s not fully understanding that this Jim is not his Jim.
Think about how fucking weird all this must be for old Spock. How heartbreakingly strange it would be so see a young version of your husband and send him to a young version of yourself. Meeting all your old friends young selves, years after you’ve lost them all.
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And from here out it’s just miscellaneous thoughts I jotted down while watching that don’t fit great anywhere else:
⭐️I love when the redshirt is so excited to get the Romulans and Kirk gets this look like… that’s why you’re here? Dude the battle not the appeal here. A nice glimpse of how this Kirk is similar at heart to TOS Kirk.
⭐️Love you Sulu and your fencing skills
⭐️I love when they stop the lift for emotional reasons.
⭐️“Our destinies have changed” goddddd great speech Spock
⭐️Jim has the look of a man who is frequently escorted places by security
⭐️Spock wants to break Kirk so bad 😂
⭐️When Jim slaps Spock’s back and Spock has a look of “I think that just awakened something in me.”
⭐️Spock you’re calling him Jim already? You slut. (Delighted, affectionate)
Overall I think it’s a fun movie but it misses a lot of what’s at the heart of the classic Trek I love. They try to do everything too fast and it just doesn’t work as well for me. I’m excited to rewatch the next two and see how these versions of the characters change!
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capriciouscapsss · 1 year
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The Dynamic Of You and Your F/S ❦
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BOOK A READING WITH ME 💞
today in honor of my favorite TV couple, starfire and robin *lots and lots of kisses*, we will be doing a relationship dynamic pac!! this is a section i go very in depth into when you get my future spouse reading!!! if you guys would like something more curated specifically for you then go ahead and buy because i luvv reading for this lmao; also a relationship dynamic pertains to how they act vs how you act as well as how these energies mixx.....so with that being said LETS GET STARTED 💞
we have four piles; intuitively choose the one you're most drawn to.
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Pile I. Putting On Pink Eyeshadow
[QoP, the wheel of fortune, 9oC, KoS, the hermit, AoS, c.p, r.a, i.t.u.d, c.l ]
Pile ones the dynamic of person a and person b is weirdly good??? like it's a pretty funky mix I'll give you that. your person is someone stable and mature. someone that thinks of the future. someone who plans their ass off. like I'm seeing they probably journal and plan events. i don't even know if people use the reminders app but they do. organized, methodical, and so so patient. they're giving off major earth sign energy. they take care of their people as well. living with them is living with someone that always makes sure you have all your favorites stocked up in the kitchen. they're the person that reminds you gently that you have something to do tomorrow and you better go to sleep. and yet even though they're an actual earthy gift to this world they can not for the love of themselves communicate 😭 so sporadic. has so much trouble with telling the people they love their actual feelings. you know that one anime character that always has it together because they don't even acknowledge their own feelings most of the time? yeah that's them. they're always RUNNING, having them in your life is beautiful but they run most of the time so it's like their time with someone is always too limited and too too precious. + and now you. you're someone intelligent and blunt. you get straight to the point in everything. you don't like something? you say it. people can say you're quite tactless at times and it's just because you don't like bullshitting people. you're not afraid to hurt people's feelings. very clever. in relationships you like talking everything out. people could have called you an ice princess/prince in the past because you sometimes put logic in front of emotion and to the people that don't do this it's seen as rude. but you also have this other side where you believe in your partner with such astounding faith. you love quite beautifully. you believe in them more than they do sometimes. with them you kinda just know?? like you could tell them afterwords when all is said and done that you always knew it was going to be them. you have this sense of "I recognize you" when you meet them and just because of that you're so sure of the relationship and it's strength. you just seem so sure. honestly no one can tell you nothing when you really believe in something and you apply this to any situation in life. = adding these two energies together and we have a dynamic where these two people go within instead of out. both your person (who doesn't like looking within) and you (who again people think you don't feel) go within in this relationship. you both come in contact with the true versions of yourselves. you both learn to TALK and do it healthily. they come to you when they want to run. they listen and you believe in them so much that they believe in you just as much. you tell them it's okay and they believe you. they tell you they want to do this with you in the future and it actually happens. plans become real life. they don't smile much but you feel their love. you smile too much and they want to stay. both so soft in each other's presence. there's so much communication here. it's like being with each other is like meeting the same person but in a different font and by doing so you realize just how you both need to confront what is within. honestly because you both have never felt anything like this it means that this makes the love between you crazy. meeting someone who can understand you and can make you go within is euphoric.
extra notes: calm f/s + confident bold y/n, crazy in love, you came gf x you called bf
Pile II. Taking Off Helmet
[five of cups, page of cups, the emperor, seven of swords, ten of pentacles, nine of swords, page of pentacles, b]
dear pile two's your dynamic is something sweet and stable yet you both are going to overthink so much omg 😭 so get this; your person is someone who's been through a lot. they've been badly betrayed before. and you know this is actually quite sad because they're genuinely very kind hearted but life's toughened them up so much and in such little time that now they only see the bad when it comes to people. they could have been such romantics before they were betrayed. they still secretly are not going to lie. they look at relationships and long and want it. they have a lot going for them. they might have a stable career, family, love life, and all that BUT this person can't rest because of what they were subjected to in the past. you know the saying "fool me once, shame on you. fool me twice, shame on me." ?? yes well for them it's more like any time you fooled me it's never going to ever happen again because now i have horrible trust issues but I still desperately want love. they still behave very innocently in love though. shy loving glances. they probably still blush lmao. I can envision them peaking at you from under their lashes when you're not looking. they're still very naive when it comes to love even if they don't want to believe they are. + and then there's you. you are a leader. someone that watches from up above. you have it all figured out. you don't necessarily believe you need anyone. relationships sometimes bore you. it's all the same with people. why can't they show you something new? the energy feels very much "been there, done that". you're the one planning. the one that will not chase, you consider yourself too valuable for that. let them come to you if they're brave enough. you're very private as well. anyone approaches you and you don't go telling people about it. it's more like you want to keep it on the down low because until it's official because you don't want your name tied down to anyone. honestly I love the energy even if it is screaming avoidance attachment issues 😭 = and yet!! when we add these energies together it's pure bliss like what??? you TRY with this person. they call and you answer. you're there for them. you have the urge to be there for each other. they wouldn't betray you because of their past and you wouldn't because it's just not who you are. "why would you when you can just leave if you don't like something? no use betraying you" would be along your thought process. the dynamic is supportive. you both support one another. you're there for each other. you both do well in career and work and adding these energies together makes for a partnership where financial security is highlighted and excelled in. they've been through a lot and you understand but you also force them to face it head on. they soften you up. they love you without restraint because they see your strength. they know you won't run from the depth of their feelings. you love them because the way they love is almost beautifully tragic. they've been through so much and yet they still find it in themselves to feel and not block you out. being surprised every time you guys do something nice for each other but this only making you both even more determined to do more nice gestures. you gradually realizing that you've fallen in love with them. I am seeing that there's a tendency to overthink here though. for both of you. they overthink because of their past and you overthink because you always assume you don't need anyone when things go bad because by yourself that never happened. but you both will come to see that not only does being together bring you both stability and peace but it will also bring you abundance in all areas of life. this relationship brings you both piece of mind. remember this. you will no longer feel lonely and they will no longer feel cold.
Extra notes: sad f/s x badass y/n, you came bf and you called gf, cold cold, don't need anyone but you y/n x show me you love me f/s
Pile III. Seeing Computer
[AoC, 4oC, 6oP, 2oC, Death, The World, The hermit, 6oW]
AWW my pile 3's <333 the dynamic between you and your f/s is as successful and meant to be as the very heavens above. see lets start with your person. they're someone who has a lot of love to give but won't give it to just anyone. they're waiting for the one. yes, you heard it here folks. your f/s believes in the one and they're not really taking proposals from other people. they believe in waiting for the person they love. they really won't take no for an answer when they feel like they've met their person. they'd do anything for them really. you know I think for some of you, you've already met this person and this person knows it and is like mentally/emotionally promising to wait for you. like they're so loyal it's crazy not going to lie. they're attractive too so it's not like they're not getting offers but from their side there is no participating in love before this starts. in a relationship with you they're at their best. the hopeless romantics. they say the most beautiful things without even breaking a sweat. this person speaks from the heart. they feel deeply and they'll tell you eveything they feel too. you won't ever question their feelings. they'll tell you you guys belong together and how beautiful this all is. + and then there's you. you are so sweet too 😭 it's like you are a natural giver. you're a nurturer. you provide and give. you do this because it comes naturally to you. you give to those that don't have anything to give and you don't ask for anything in return. people can sometimes tell you that you like "fixing" people and this is true lmao. you have such a sense of compassion and this makes you also be in love with the idea of love. meeting a soulmate and marrying them is important to you. you believe in "the one" as well and you're certain that when the right person comes along you'll just know. and guess what? you're right lmao but more on that later. you also bring change to any relationship you touch. you are gentle chaos. people never come out of a relationship with you feeling the same. you make people's own feelings and thoughts of themselves change. you feel like you can fix someone? yeah that's probably cause you can 😭 (btw me saying this is probably not going to do a lot of you good LMAO) = and with these energies merging and mixing we get a dynamic that's mirrored. two people in love with love loving each other 😭 that was a handful to write but that's literally the dynamic. it's such a healthy and successful dynamic because you both feel so at home with one another. late night talks. deep talks. discovering you both are so alike and reveling in the fact that you've found each other. feeling this connection is fated. soulmates. they might tell you since they meet you that they want to take you out and you're out here wondering if you should give them a chance. you have this thing for things that aren't good for you that meeting them can somehow unnerve you because they seem so right for you that it almost feels too easy. little do you know that being with them is like fitting in the last puzzle piece in the puzzle. everything falls into place when you are together. they won't date after they meet you. in fact they'll make it very clear they're after you. I could even see people around them being scared to approach you because they have like a claim on you that hasn't really been said but it can surely be felt lmao. you're a wild spirit and they're such stable and strong spirits. if you're the waves that make the ocean they are the sand that weathered even the strongest currents. you are the couple that everyone wants to see together. the couple everyone cheers for . the couple that people look at and say "if they break up I won't believe in love anymore" . everyone sees your relationship as something to strive to. you both have made this relationship work successfully. the marriages that happen to go on for more than twenty even thirty years? yeah that's going to be you guys. only because you both already are so alike that being together is as easy as breathing. it's like finding home.
extra notes: I can fix you y/n x please just pay attention to me F/S, ex lovers, you belong with me, water signs, water sign love, not interested in anyone but you F/S
Pile IV. Walking In The City
[AoS, 5oS, 6oP, Justice, 9oS, KoW, 10oS, The Hermit, PoC, 9oP, QoS]
My dear pile fours, the dynamic of you and your f/s is clear and bright. almost like that of a nice clear blue sky. it just makes you inhale deep. lets start with them. they're so intelligent it's not even funny. clever people. might even be genius level intelligent. they have such good memory and I can clearly picture them staring at you so intently when you're talking because it's almost like they're memorizing everything you're saying. they love talking by the way. love sharing what the know. they have things they can geek out about but only with the people they love. they're used to being the best though. they like being the best as well. they were raised believing that they're meant to shine so they don't feel the need to create partnerships with other people. doesn't rely on alliances or any of that sort. in fact they're the type of people that like stirring the pot. they like when people get flustered because they feel it's when people show their true selves. they're kinda scary lmao. they have this cutting edge to them I can't shake when reading on them. like nothing a game to them. the words "this is real life" came to mind as I wrote this down lmao. they're just very serious people. they don't hold back either. when they think something they say it. easy as that. people can say that it's wrong that they do that but your person doesn't care. again they were raised to believe they're meant to be the best not meant to play best friends with other people. I guess that's why it's a shock when with you they're actually giving you anything they can selflessly without expecting anything in return. they give you their time, what they have, and even make promises to you that they keep. it's not their usual thing and yet with you it happens. + because then there's you. my baby pile four's. you lot have been going through it. there's a sense of giving up that I detect in this pile. you all are just so sad and need help. it's like you guys try putting on a brave front. being strong and telling other people you're fine. your fiery and yet on the inside you're just tired. you guys may be struggling a lot with your mental health. and they see this you know? they see how much you struggle and they see you still try to give them as much as they give you and this moves them. they see you doing horribly and yet still wanting the dynamic to be equal and this just furthers their urge to give you more and more. = the dynamic that emerges is something super healthy. it's full of clear talks about how one another feels. you don't like something? it's said. you love each other? it's said. talking about everything and anything. this partnership is so stable as well. there's no going back on your words once you two make it official. it's til death do us part. you both love each other with such tender and innocent care. touching the cheek of the other gently. making sure no one wake the other person when they're sleeping. reading to the other person. you telling them your thoughts and them trying to help you through them. them doing things selflessly for you. you letting them help you. you ceasing to appear brave and they stop trying to appear like nothing can happen to them when you both come together. it's spending so much time with each other you become one. one softens and the other blooms. colorful communication and earthly patience.
extra notes: proud f/s x tired y/n, winner, clear blue skies, royalty f/s
that's all for today. that was suchhh a long pick a pile reading so please disregard the mistakes if I've made any (which I'm sure I have lmao). have an amazing day/night and thank u for reading!! 💞
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diversestardewvalley · 11 months
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Diverse Stardew Valley 4.0 Sneak Peak!
Hey everyone! DSV 4.0 is getting close to being done, so I thought I’d show off some of the cool stuff that’s gonna be included! 😊 I’ve also been sharing little snippets in the DSV Discord server recently, so if you’re not already a member, check our website for the link.
It’s pretty long and has a lot of images, so click through to see them!
The big news is that DSV 4.0 will move back to an all-in-one download (and will also be hosted on Nexus again) with a SMAPI component, DSV Core, which will consolidate all of the config options for more convenience. DSV Core is the hard work of KediDili from a concept originally by Nuztalgia!
It’ll also mean that other mods will be able to read your DSV config choices, which opens up a lot of potential for compatibility! Platonic Partners and Friendships users may be familiar with how this works, since PPAF has a similar feature and DSV is able to automatically provide compat depending on your PPAF config.
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[image id: two screenshots from DSV Core showing a selection of configuration options. The first is a table of contents and the second shows some of the options available in the Global Options page.]
Options will be divided into different pages so that it’s not an overwhelming list of choices, and DSV Core will also automatically disable compatibility options for other mods if you don’t have that mod installed, so it’ll reduce some of the option clutter. We’ve also future-proofed the config so that you also won’t need to redo your config settings when we add more options in the future and added a function to automatically fix common typos in manually-edited config.jsons!
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[image id: a screenshot showing DSV Core’s page of Compatibility options.]
As you can see in the screenshot above, 4.0 will also add dialogue for many characters related to DSV’s variants! This feature has been much requested and a lot of people have contributed dialogue, so thank you to everyone who wrote some lines for us 💖 If you’re interested in helping out with dialogue as well, feel free to join the DSV server and chat to us about it!
Another major content update will be DSV’s swimsuits! We’ve updated all of the swimsuits to have fresh new designs, and there’ll be a new option for every character with a beach swimsuit in the vanilla game to use either the vanilla design (with some minor tweaks to clean up art issues & match DSV’s bases) or the DSV design.
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[image id: a selection of portraits from DSV showing the characters’ vanilla variants wearing the DSV Style swimsuits]
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[image id: a selection of portraits and sprites from DSV showing the characters’ vanilla variants in a before and after of the default swimsuits on the left versus the updated Vanilla Style swimsuits on the right.]
Other stuff being included is a skintone saturation boost for modded Harvey and Black Emily and Haley, after feedback from our sensitivity checkers...
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[image id: a before and after of DSV’s modded Harvey and Black Emily & Haley showing the difference in skintones.]
...new & updated outfits for some characters (Emily’s outfits are by Meowpix while Sebastian’s ao dai is by Elaho)...
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[image id: a selection of portraits from DSV showing updated outfits for Abigail, Sebastian, and Emily.]
...compatibility with Life Cycle and other mods...
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[image id: portraits for DSV’s modded Caroline, Emily, Kent, and Demetrius showing new formalwear.]
...options for small immersive features...
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[image id: portraits for DSV’s modded and vanilla Abigail wearing a variety of goth makeup looks.]
...and saving the best for last, DSV’s best girl Marigold will be making a return with updated art! She’ll be a non-friendable NPC and will require Sprites in Detail as a temporary measure until SDV 1.6 is released, but she’ll also have more dialogue, including dialogue from Linus about her, and new animations 🐕‍🦺
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[image id: a screenshot of Linus’s tent showing his service dog Marigold with larger updated sprites.]
Thanks to everyone that’s supported us and I hope you’re all hyped for DSV 4.0! 💖
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bookworm-with-coffee · 11 months
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The Hobbit & Lord of the Rings 🍃
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• Excuses - (Thorin Oakenshield x Child!Reader) Part One, Part Two & Part Three
• LOTR/TH Characters as wrong number texts! - Part One, Part Two & Part Three
• Sleepless Nights - (Fili x Reader)
• Insecurities - (Kili x Reader)
• Softly - (Kili x Reader)
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Assassin's Creed 🗡
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(*mainly writing for Assassin's Creed III & Rogue )
• Aesthetics - Shay Cormac , Haytham Kenway , Liam O'Brien & Chevalier de la Verendrye
• Torn - (Liam O'Brien x Reader)
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Hogwarts Legacy 🪄
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• Incorrect Quotes - Punch in the Crotch
• Aesthetics - Ominis Gaunt & Sebastian Sallow
• The Greatest Heist of All - (Slytherin Boys x Reader)
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Van Helsing 🦇
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• Night Terrors - (Van Helsing Boys x Reader Imagines)
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Being Human 🩸
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• Dancing With Death - (John Mitchell x Reader) Part One, Part Two & Part Three - COMING SOON
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Star Trek 🪐
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(*mainly writing for AOS movie series - 2009-16)
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ruthlesslistener · 9 months
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So, you get asked about PK and WL a lot, in part because you're realistic about them being nuanced. I've rarely ever seen folks ask you about the Radiance, though, even you've mentioned you give her the same treatment. So, you got any headcanons, heartcanons, and gutcanons for her? Feel free to do as many as you want!
Okay so I long forgot the headcanon, heartcanon, gutcanon ask template because I've been chewing on this since [checks date] September 5th 2020, so instead you get a long ramble on the Radiance vs individual hcs for her since I don't really talk about her as much as I do the pale fam
Radiance...hm. She's a very complex character who frightens me on some personal levels, but I really am quite fond of her reguardless, because part of what scares me about her is how closely her anger mirrors my own (and that of my immidiate family). She reminds me very much of the aspects of myself and a few choice individuals in my blood relations that I do my best to avoid, rather than have a delight of a time pointing and laughing at, like I do with the flaws of myself I see in the Pale King. Except Radiance doesn't just have those flaws, she's also got the added Christian crusader imagery that decrees the death of anyone who opposes her that also reminds me quite a bit about certain things in my life I'd very much rather go without (I was raised Muslim. I'm sure you can connect the dots). So there is a level of discomfort there that keeps me from engaging with her character on the same level that I do with Hollow and the Pale King, which is something that I am sure many Radiance fans feel in turn about PK himself. No judgement there.
But that's personal, so I'm not going to get into it. Just putting a note of it here because it does very much influence how I write her.
The Radiance is someone who is, at her core, very very lonely, and is also fundamentally afraid of being lonely. She is Grimm's twin in my headcanon (or, as much as one can be a twin when you were both divinely spawned from the same event), but Grimm is also her opposite, and so he never really did much other than highlight how deeply different she was from the only ever person that she knew. They were spawned in a place outside of Hallownest, in the creation of the Dream Realm where there was nothing around them but other hungry Higher Beings grasping for power, and that in turn did little other than prove to her that the whole world was against her and that the only way that she could persist was to eliminate all threats to herself before they had a chance to attack her first (Grimm, on the other hand, was fascinated by death and the play of power among power-hungry gods, and was much more inclined to observe until they clearly became a threat to him, ao that he could learn from them first. This difference is something that lead to the schism between the realms).
She is an extremely emotional person, acting on raw passion before all else- but that's because being rawly emotional never let her down in the past. How could it, when her fury burned with the force of a thousand stars, and incinerated all that dared threaten her? And how could she be anything but furious, when she had nothing but proof that the whole world conspired against her, and it was her burning rage that beat back the darkness of the cold, unfeeling Void, the one thing that could destroy her and her sibling? She was not always angry- more often than not, she was lonely, wanting nothing more than something to care for and protect- but anger served her well and so it became her first line of defense against anything that threatened her, and she was always right because nothing bad had ever come of her in the past.
(This is because she killed most things that she feared before they had a chance to move against her. The utter destruction of the Void Civilization was one such occurrence, happening after she had settled in Hallownest, created the moths, and deemed those who worshiped the dark below as a threat to both her and her newborn children.) I also believe that the Moths were created just before or right after the schism between her and Grimm, her barely-younger brother; because if he would not listen to her and allow her to care for him and be her family, then she would simply make one of her own, a family that she could dote on and adore and had no choice but to love her. And while she very much drove that schism, it was still a betrayal that stung her to the very core. He was her brother! He was supposed to agree with her, to love her and listen to her! She only ever tried to protect him, so what does it mean for him to defy her? That he doesn't actually love her after all, and that if she truly desires a family of her own, she must make it herself. One that will actually love her. One that will not defy her.
So, to recap: the Radiance is a fundamentally lonely person. But she is also fundamentally a very, very fearful person, to the point of overwhelming paranoia. And she grew up in an environment where this paranoia was not only unchecked, but encouraged.
This is what lead to her overcontrolling nature- because when she was able to control everything, she was able to see all of the problems before they became too hard to control, and thus eliminate them from the very start. I headcanon that the bugs of Hallownest had no free will under her control, but it wasn't the same as the malicious infection that we see in-game; it was genuinely because she cared, to the point where she had to look through a thousand eyes and ten thousand minds in order to nurture her kingdom the way she thought was best. She didn't kill all of the Void Civilization- the beetles persisted, as we saw- but she had to control them anyways, to wipe their minds of what she did and to prevent dissent. The Moths had a level of freedom that the others did not, but this was only because she created them and placed them first before all other bugs, and so thought that they would never have a reason to dissent against her. Why care for freedom when you can have security, after all? She never once in a million years thought that they would betray her for the Pale King, because she never once in a million years ever thought that anyone could ever want something like freedom in exchange for an uncertain, self-made future. It's too risky, too dangerous. Too lonely.
(This is also why I headcanon that the moth civilization collapsed after they abandoned Radi- they had been coddled for so long that they had no notion of independence, and thus could not survive on their own in a civilization that made itself with free will. This absolutely does not excuse PK of potentially being involved in their downfall, because I do think he played a huge part in it, but it does account for their diminishing numbers without any indication of physical genocide. I've seen some think that they were hit the first and the hardest by the Infection but I don't believe that Radi, even with her vengeful qualities, would have done that-or if she did, then Seer made no mention of it, likely because of her tribe's guilt about bringing back the Radiance even if it isn't their fault.)
(Part of this headcanon also ties into another hc I have about Radi, which was that she was very involved in her rule and would answer to almost every prayer- including ones that involved illness or injury. If you prayed for the sickness to go away, then she would answer the call and abolish it. The Moths got first treatment, because they as her children knew exactly how to call her, but this also meant that when they switched to PK's rule where he advocated for independence and self-sufficiency based on problem solving, they suffered far more than the others who had to reply on learning their own medical care when Radi was too busy to hear their prayers)
That's not to say that Radiance was a bad ruler by any means, but we do know that she and PK are opposites, and we have records of how distant he was from his civilization, which indicates that Radiance was deeply involved by contrast- likely suffocatingly so. That's part of why I love to play with her and Grimm being siblings, to be honest, because he acts as a sort of neutral zone between the Pale King's style of ruling (by almost zero personal involvement) compared to the Radiance's obsessive control- he holds power over those under his command, but he also relinquishes that power when they fight back, and makes the break from the trope relatively stressless by wiping their memories and leaving them with a defensive charm (if Carefree Melody is any indicator). Likely this is because Grimm is a scavenger-god who has seen how many a kingdom has fallen to ruin, but I can also imagine how an exposure to the Radiance would have encouraged him to give his people more freedom of will while also continuing to engage with them at all, which the Pale King didn't do. But that's a Grimm tangent right there- the point is that I do believe the Radiance did everything out of a love for her people.
The problem is just that emotions are her fatal flaw, and when they don't suffocate, they burn. We know that she isn't just pure emotion made manifest- she's an insidious manipulator, and quite skilled at it, too. She didn't win over the Traitor Lord or break the minds of the bugs of Hallownest through sheer force alone (though I'm sure she had to in some cases...like the Hollow Knight). But everytime she makes a bad decision, it's because her emotions got the best of her. She is the inverse to the Pale King, whose fatal flaw was that his logic blinded him to the emotions he felt towards his children, and to realizing the Vessel Plan was doomed until it is far too late. She got herself to where she was by blazing forth in a fit of fury, and turning the hurricane of her betrayal into a punishment that the entirety of Hallownest got caught up in, whether they were innocent or not. She wormed her way into the minds of those who listened to her and brutally slaughtered the rest. She might have had some justification at first, when she was clawing desperately out of the dark of near-death, but that justification was snuffed out quick. Her anger is brutal, grotesque, vengeful, and all-encompassing. She hates you, the player character, Little Ghost, for what you represent and who you are, and she hunts you relentlessly, using the corpses of the friends and siblings she's killed to try to murder you. But it's not just self-defense: it's hatred. When Ghost challenges her in the Dream Realm, she didn't have to answer, but she did. Because she is fury incarnate, and she will not suffer the mockery of the void-tainted scion of her enemy.
She might have been a benevolent goddess once, but no longer. She's beautiful and majestic. She's also a genocidal monster. Her actions have justification, for they were self-defense and retribution for her betrayal- until she began to destroy the lives of innocents in her hunger for power. She's a complex character, a sympathetic one even, and is even more terrible for it.
So yeah, she scares me, even though I love her. But can you really blame me?
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