#anyway! the title for this one is 'help me be brave'

[spideydreams00]

Turn the lights off/on

𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧!𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐒𝐡𝐲!𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Trigger warnings: NSFW, witchcraft and demon invocations, dom!eddie x sub!reader, tentacles, anal sex, oral sex, lose of virginity (reader) dacryphilia, bdsm, corruption kink, unprotected sex, dubcon (it’s actually dark), oral sex (male r) non accurate descriptions of witchcraft, use of “Y/N”, reader has female anatomy, hints of YN getting bullied at school. lemme know if i forgot something. (Let’s ignore “Kas” is from dnd please) (reader is +18)

𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬.

(𝐠𝐢𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞) (𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝)

Usually loneliness didn’t bother you, to be honest not much things bother you, maybe the girls that pull your hair as hard as they can but it’s not their fault, you should know better than to wear your hair down in front of them. Then there’s the guys, they never try to hangout with you either, to scared that you’ll cast a spell on them but brave enough to pick on you, “it’s none sense” you think

Of course you were aware of your “not so common” hobbies, how much they bothered everyone around, you mommy doesn’t know how to talk to you and daddy doesn’t even bother anymore “they’re bussy” you think

You grew to love nature, the sound of the rain and coldness of the wind are better company than any of your classmates at this point “that must be why no one likes me, for having those thoughts” selfish selfish girl

Anyways, that was yesterday, you shrugged at the thoughts and continued to look through the bookcases, most of them are too tall for you to reach and you’ll certainly won’t ask for help, hopefully something interesting will be there for you able to reach or not, until…. “THE UNDEAD AND ENTITIES” caught your eyes “bingo” you beamed until you read the rest of the title “Advanced witchcraft” well, here’s the thing, you’re not an exceptional witch that comprehends everything but hey! You casted a “self love spell” yesterday, this must be on the same level. Confidence is everything.

You grabbed the book and sprinted to “Susan” the librarian, she just made an annoyed sound and sighed (completely unsurprised).

To eager to get home you sprinted towards the exit until you almost slipped, the floor was wet “hmm?” It started raining and you didn’t even noticed silly silly girl.

By the time you got home your hair was soaked and your rubber boots covered in mud, dirty foot prints on your carpet but your excitement was way stronger than they worry you felt for you to actually do something, when you got to your room you stumped into the edge of your vanity, “fudge!” You cried, great, now you have a bruised hip how ever that wasn’t the important, you were more interested on the book you just dropped, it opened itself into a page the legend “Kas” was all you could read until you took a closer look.

You traced your finger over his photo “pretty” you thought this man- demon was indeed pretty, his long brown locks looked silky in the picture, he appeared to have red eyes and his skin looked gray-ish but not so much, he had tattoos and pretty factions adorning his face, if he wasn’t a demon he could be an angel or a god, “Ironic” you thought….

Finally you began to read the instructions. Salt, candles, black obsidian, 3 drops of your blood… Yeah yeah you have all of those things thank god again ironic, you traced the salt circle and pinched your finger with a needle, dropping 3 drops in your chalice and positioned the obsidians how the instructions said…

Kas

Kas

Kas

Nothing happened, you’re not sure what to expect, but absolutely not nothing! You heard the wind chimes and sighed, “well maybe it doesn’t work” you groaned and began to retire each of the items from it’s place and when you finished you sat on your vanity “why didn’t the ritual work?” Of course you were frustrated, were you a bad witch? At this point you’re not even sure it your self love spell worked too

“Why the sad face?” You heard a voice say, and when you looked in the mirror there he was.. he- that- thing- man sitting on your bed looking at you though the mirror..

“Shit!” You cried “okay it fucking worked you thought” god you don’t even swear! Wait, god?

“I’ve seen really fucked up places doll face, like really fucked up places, but i have never been invoked in a room like- this…” he judged the pink wall paper of your walls

“I’m sorry im sorry!” Pathetic little cries came out from your mouth not so brave now right? The stranger tried to take a closer look to you making you fall from your vanity chair landing on the hard floor with a thud… it made him chuckle. “Please please, don’t hurt me” he chuckled and hovered over you “why am i here doll?” He asked again caressing your soft thighs with his claws, they were sharp, but not to sharp to instantly tear you apart.

“J-just wanted t-to practice” you pleaded “practice what?” He asked sternly “R-rituals?”

He smirked, god what a pretty girl, he haven’t had much action in decades, he noticed the way you looked at him you were afraid of course, but also intrigued

“P-please…” you sounded defeated and he began to sniff you neck, taking a deep breath inhaling the scent of your perfume and your shampoo blending with fear and lust god you smell fucking perfect

“Are you scared?” You nodded. “Then why are you wet?” He asked

Shhh he cooed and you heard a slimy sound… he has tentacles hollyshit “What’s your name?” He asked “Y-y/n” you said and then you felt his tentacle began to rub little circles over your panties (skirt for easy access) the rubbing motions making your panties wet and not entirely because of you, his tentacles are wet themselves, he pressured harder making you whimper

“Does your pretty little clit feel good princess?” He asked and you cries in pleasure “it’s puffy already princess, do you neglect it? Don’t you treat your pussy right?” fuck

The only thing you can do is moan and cry in pleasure when you feel the tip of his other tentacle rubbing circles in your entrance “messy girl” “gonna put it in, gonna put the tip in” he said making you clench in anticipation, your gummy walls hugged him just right feeling the texture of his tentacles drag inside you

“I’m a v-virgin” you cried in pleasure. “well, not anymore sweetheart” he smirked and pushed his tentacle all the way inside you making you cry out in both pain and pleasure “f-fuck so tight pussy’s made for me” the soaping sounds your body was producing were addicting his eyes locked in you even though your eyes were rolling back into your head, he noticed the lack of a bra under your top now your hard and sensitive nipples were pressing against it

He pinched them through your top with his index finger and his thumb making you yelp “Y-yes! Yes more please!” Your high pitched moans drove him insane “gonna give it hard to you whore” his tentacle inside you began to fuck you faster, harder, slamming into you so hard it kissed your cervix, it hurts but the motion of his other tentacles rubbing your clit felt so good.

Then another tentacle appeared making his way around your torso and holding you in place “how does it feel bunny? You look so cute all cock drunk, well tentacle drunk” he chuckled “G-g-good ff-feels good” you babbled, he started to palm the huge bulge in his pants moaning “fuckin’ h-hell bitch got me all worked up, all because that tight little pussy-“ he noticed that way you were clenching on him and the louder your moans got “filthy thing you’re gonna cum” he angled his tentacle so now he was hitting that sweet spot inside of you, the one that makes you see stars, the one you never reach when you touch yourself late at night and hump your stuffies, then you feel it, you’re gonna piss- oh no oh no

“Stop! G-gonna- need to” “Just fucking cum!” he growled… and it was inevitable the pressure on your abdomen ceased and white hot pleasure invaded your body making you see spots, you’re soaked and your body is vibrating “Yes! Yes! Yes! Gonna fucking breed you, gonna be stuffed to the brim bitch- you f-fucking BITCH!-“ he growled, pleasure invading his body, it was too much for you, you tried to move back, away from his delicious tentacles but he grabbed your hips holding you in place that’s gonna leave a mark

Then you feel it…. Not only your second orgasm but his… the first rope of his seed “Oh-my-“ he starts but it’s interrupted by his own moans you’re crying and his moans are so hot and needy, animalistic, he’s cumming so much, enough to feel a chalice at least, he’s pumping you full of his cum “M-milk me- Milk me!” He gasps for air but you’re cumming too, clenching so hard against him making it impossible for both your orgasms to stop…

Both your moans ceased and his arms are tightly wrapped around you, his tentacle still there too, you tried to catch your breath and his head rested on the crook of your neck, it felt peaceful but it didn’t last long “Need more of you princess, need another hole” he croaked

Before you could protest he flipped you onto you stomach, now in all fours he splits your legs apart, his tentacles wrapping around your ancles, he pushes your tits out of your top too

“Look at these baby fuck” he rasped and pinched your nipples again, this time also massaging your tits. You were still trembling, tears falling from your pretty eyes, he was so fucking hard, balls blue even his dick hasn’t been in you just yet, only his tentacles that had filled you with cum too… the tentacle in your pussy moved again but slowly and you cried, over sensitive, the other one applied pressure on your clit again but didn’t move, the one thats wrapped around your torso starts to play with your nipples, flipping and rubbing them, just like the one thats on your clit.

You feel another one “fuck” you think, its sliding all the way from your calf to your ass to your tight rim, it’s circling it, making it wet, just like lube would do

“Is this little hole a virgin too sweetheart?” He asked smugly “Your pussy- fuck sweetheart, she’s the best I’ve ever had” you wanted to feel proudly but too deep into submission to even think about yourself, Kas is your master now “All of me K-Kas… I’ve n-never done anything with any-anyone” you said

“Hmm?” Cute he thought “Fuck doll, even that pretty little mouth?” He chuckled and you nodded, this time proudly, it all made sense now, you’ve always been his that’s why life turned this way

He kept circling your rimm with his tentacle and tried to test the waters by dipping just the tip in… again the texture driving you insane. You whimpered at the sensation and felt him slide deeper into you, this time making you cry out, both pleasure and pain

The tentacle in your pussy began to move faster

“You’re gonna be a slut for me aren’t you baby? Might been a virgin a few minutes ago but look at you now… the dirtiest slut I’ve ever seen, so full of my cum. Don’t worry baby, i have more for you, gonna be stuffed”

“I’m your slut Kas, all yours” you cried and it felt so unnatural to talk like this but not displeasing “Eddie” he said

“W-what?” You asked “It’s fucking Eddie!” He growled and pushed the tentacle all the way into your ass making you fucking cry, the tears falling from your eyes making him want to fuck your harder, everything he has was slamming into you faster Harder He got rougher

Now you were crying and panting like a bitch in heat your mouth fell open and it was too late for you to protest when you felt another tentacle sliding into you mouth muffling your moans, cries and whimpers, it was too much, but it felt so good

“Fuck!” Eddie cried in pleasure, you didn’t know and he wouldn’t tell you but you were overstimulating him. How was it possible that a human was making him feel this good?

The tentacle slides trough you throat fucking it, the other one pistons into your ass and your pussy is nothing more than a fleshlight he’s fucking roughly… the circles in your clit we’re erratic now, faster than your fingers will ever allow you to go and your nipples? Oh god your nipples… You think you can cum only from the way he’s playing with them

Your eyes are rolled back and at this point you’re squirting, soaking everything and cum falls from your pussy making a little puddle on the floor

You can’t let him know you’re gonna cum… how?

“B-baby baby-“ he cried “gonna make me cum g-good girl? I’ll breed you okay? Gonna let me breed you?” Its a rhetorical question, even if you don’t want him to, he’ll do it, he’ll fucking do it

It’s building in you again, it’s too good it’s too much and you can only hear the wet sounds your body is making You cry again in pleasure and everything went white… your vision the only thing you hear now is…

“I’m cumming! Fucking whore I’m cumming!” Your tears blur your vision but you feel all the cum filling all your little holes… a literal cum dump

it’s over it’s over….

You feel him collapse on top of you, his whole weight into you is welcomed and you feel all the tentacles leave your holes slowly

You’re covered in sweat and so is he, it’s too sticky to be comfortable and you try to move but-

“Shhh shhh” he cooed “Don’t move baby, let me have this” you noticed the huge wet patch on his pants he came untouched your breath calmed down and he picked you up gently and placed you on your bed “Eddie” you rambled, the dizzy look on your face letting him know you were still tentacles drunk

“Fucking precious little thing” he growled, “I’ll come back later okay? You’re too interesting to let go now” He kissed your forehead and disappeared leaving you all sticky on your bed

Fuck

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[justabigassnerd]

I'm Right Here

Pairing - Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell x daughter!reader

Word count - 3,515

Warnings - mentions of kidnappings, angst, but mostly fluff/comfort

Summary - You wander off during Maverick's volleyball match sending both you and him into a panic

A/N - it's a Maverick fic y'all!!!! I really enjoyed getting to explore what Mav would be like as a father, especially during the events of '86 Top Gun and I've also learnt that writing Goose and Mav's dynamic is my new favourite thing I love them. This was a request I was sent in and I hope I did it justice! I also just wanna say that watching the volleyball scene back showed me that they weren't actually on the beach so I set it kinda near the beach but not at the beach if that makes sense? Anyways I'll stop rambling now. As per y'all please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!

“Alright squirt, are you ready to see me and Uncle Goose beat Ice and Slider in volleyball?” Maverick asks with a grin as he scoops you up, making you squeal happily as you hug your dad tightly.

“Uncle Ice!” You cheer happily, excited at the thought of seeing Iceman. Maverick chuckles lightly at your words.

“You’re well on your way to breaking Goose’s heart, darling.” Maverick laughs before pressing a kiss to your temple. Since moving to Miramar to attend Top Gun, you’d decided Iceman was one of your new favourite people and Maverick saw how Ice looked out for you and appreciated it, regardless of their rivalry. Now, it meant that Goose was facing competition for the title of best uncle and Maverick thought it was hilarious.

“Let’s make sure we have everything packed so we can go to the beach once we’re done.” Maverick says and the second the beach is mentioned, you’re squirming to get out of his arms to gather the things you want to take with you to the beach. Maverick grabs a bag and lets you pack what you want while he packs some food to take to the beach. Once the bag is packed, Maverick helps you put your shoes on and as he straightens up and slings the bag over his shoulder, a knock at the door rings out.

“Hey, Goose.” Maverick greets his RIO with a smile as he opens the door.

“Hey, Mav.” Goose beams, giving Maverick a high-five as you notice Goose’s presence.

“Uncle Goose!” You yell excitedly, running to him as quickly as your legs could take you.

“Hey, pipsqueak! How’s my favourite Mitchell doing?” Goose says as he picks you up when you hold your arms up. Goose laughed when he saw Maverick’s narrowed eyes at his question.

“Those are brave words coming from someone whose position of favourite uncle is being threatened by Iceman.” Maverick says cockily as he slips his aviators on and grabs his keys before he brushes past Goose to exit the house, leaving Goose shocked as you giggled at his expression. Maverick would usually take his motorbike to the volleyball court but with you coming too he opted to walk instead. He didn’t live too far from the court and Goose offered to walk with you, so it was decided that the trio would walk.

“Mav is that- y/n, you prefer Uncle Goose to Iceman, right?” Goose asks desperately, maybe too desperately given that he was begging for approval from a three-year-old but being your godfather and had been your favourite uncle since you were born, he was willing to fight to hold on to that title.

“I love Uncle Goosey!” You say with a grin, making Goose nod in approval as he follows Maverick down the path.

“And I love Uncle Ice.” You admit which makes Maverick double over laughing when Goose’s smile drops from his face instantly. He quickly recovers and smiles at you once more.

“You’re going to break hearts when you’re older.” Goose says with a chuckle as you gesture that you want to be put down.

“We are not thinking about that Goose, stop talking.” Maverick says quickly, covering Goose’s mouth to stop him from talking any more. You were barely three years old, and Maverick was already dreading the day you’d grow up and start dating. As the three of you walked to the volleyball court, you kept running ahead, distracted by your surroundings and as Maverick turned his attention back to you, he found you almost wandering off.

“y/n/n, come here please!” He calls for you and you run right back to him. Maverick knelt down just before you reached him and he took your small hands in his.

“You can’t wander off, sweetheart, okay? Make sure you’re always in my sight, or Uncle Goose’s. Does that sound okay?” Maverick asks, his eyes searching yours as you nod.

“Okay, daddy.” You say with a large Cheshire cat grin that Maverick can’t help but mirror. Maverick then stands up to his full height and takes your hand once more, continuing the walk. When the three of you reach the court, you see Iceman and immediately, run up to him, demanding you get a hug as you greet him and of course, Iceman complies. As Iceman gives you a hug, Slider gives you a high-five, both men doting on you as Maverick puts the bag down and takes his jacket and top off, ready to play volleyball.

“Iceman, Slider, I thought we were here to play volleyball not to fawn over my kid.” Maverick calls over to the two as he puts his shirt and jacket on the bleachers that the bag is sitting next to.

“Don’t be jealous just because you’re not the centre of attention, Maverick.” Slider taunts as Iceman places you back on the floor, letting you run back over to Maverick who scoops you up and sits you on the bottom bleacher, next to the bag and his shirt and jacket.

“You stay right here and guard my stuff okay kiddo?” Maverick asks with a smile as Goose ruffles your hair lightly. You nod at Maverick’s words and attempt to slide Maverick’s jacket on, both of you laughing at the sheer size of it compared to you.

“It’ll fit you one day, kid.” Maverick grins, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before he and Goose cross to the court to begin the match against Iceman and Slider.

At first, you watched the match diligently. You laughed when your dad and Goose would happily celebrate scoring a point with a double high-five. Your attention slowly slipped away from the match and onto your dad’s jacket you since had taken off, tracing the images on the patches until something fluttered past you, tearing your attention away from the jacket completely. You see a small bird staring at you, head tilting as it flicks its tail. Entranced by the bird you hopped off the seat and walked towards it. The bird fluttered away slightly before landing back on the ground again, turning back to face you and flicking its tail once more, seemingly instigating a game of cat and mouse. You continue to follow the bird, giggling as it flies a few meters away and yet still turns to see if you are following it. After a while, you and the bird came to a standstill, staring at each other and as you waved at it, the bird hopped a little closer to you, inspecting you curiously as it chirped, flicked its tail once more and then finally took off into the sky. You watched it fly high into the sky, waving goodbye at it as it joined its fellow birds who soared in the sky with it. When you finally tore your eyes away from the birds in the sky, you looked around you and had a sudden and horrible realisation that you had no idea where you were, or where your dad was.

Back at the volleyball court, the aviators had just wrapped up their match, with Iceman and Slider securing a strong victory as they celebrated loudly. Maverick had grumbled about how he was going to beat Iceman and win the Top Gun trophy to prove that this volleyball match meant nothing. When he approached the bleacher to grab his shirt and jacket so he could go to the beach with you and Goose where you’d meet with Carole and Bradley. When he reached the bleacher, he noticed that you were nowhere to be seen. He furrowed his eyebrows and looked around as he pulled on his shirt and tugged his jacket on, the panic in his eyes hidden by his aviators.

“Goose, have you seen y/n?” Maverick says when he senses the presence of his RIO, turning to face him. Maverick’s worry only increases when Goose shakes his head.

“Last time I saw her you sat her here before the match.” Goose’s response made Maverick’s breath hitch in his throat. He felt panic rising within him as he looked around, hoping to catch a glimpse of you somewhere. Having heard Maverick’s panicked breaths, Goose placed his hands on his pilot's shoulders, getting Maverick’s focus on him.

“Mav, we’re going to find her, okay? She can’t have gotten far. We’ll find her.” Goose said reassuringly. As a father, Goose understood Maverick’s panic. There was one time Goose lost sight of Bradley in a store and Goose nearly had an aneurysm thinking someone had taken him. Thankfully, he found Bradley in the sweet aisle, his little hands grabbing at as many colourful packets as he could. Goose had never felt a relief quite like finding Bradley again and he scooped his son up in his arms and held him tight, instructing him to never do that again. Iceman and Slider, noticing the panic between Maverick and Goose, came jogging over to the two after throwing their shirts on.

“What’s going on?” Iceman asks, eyebrow raised as he glances between Goose and Maverick as he tries to assess the situation.

“We can’t find y/n.” Goose says, hardly removing his focus from Maverick so he could focus on keeping Maverick from hyperventilating. At Goose’s words, Iceman and Slider exchanged a worried look before turning back to Goose.

“Come on Slider. We’ll look around for her.” Iceman says to Goose who nods quickly before resuming his focus on Maverick. The pilot and RIO duo take off in a random direction, calling your name and looking around for you or anyone who might’ve seen you. Meanwhile, Goose was still focusing on keeping Maverick with a clear head so he could focus on finding his daughter.

“Deep breaths, Mav. We can ask around while Ice and Slider look for her.” Goose says as Maverick takes his aviators off, wiping at his eyes fiercely.

“What if someone took her? Or she gets hurt? I can’t lose my little girl, Goose.” Maverick says worriedly, more tears working their way down his cheeks.

“We’ll find her. Come on, let’s ask around and see if anyone has seen what direction she went off in.” Goose says with a gentle smile, encouraging Maverick to follow him so the pair could ask fellow navy personnel if they had seen where you might’ve gone.

You were still confused and lost. You hadn’t moved from where you realised you were lost, too scared to move so you stayed put, bawling your eyes out as you hoped your dad would find you. There was no one around to help you. In your fear, you sat on the floor, not knowing what else to do other than cry.

“y/n! y/n, where are y-” Iceman cut himself off when you came into his line of sight. Your head shot up at hearing Iceman’s voice, but your cries didn’t slow.

“Ice!” You managed to cry out as the blond pilot ran over to you, kneeling down and assessing you for any injuries before you threw yourself into his arms, tears pouring down your face.

“Slider, go and get Maverick, now.” Iceman instructs his RIO as you bury your face in his shoulder. Slider nods and without hesitation turns to run back in the direction of the volleyball court to track down Maverick.

“I want my daddy.” You whimper into Iceman’s shoulder as he moves to hug you.

“I know sweetheart. Slider’s gone to find your dad, okay? They’ll be here soon.” Iceman whispers reassuringly, glancing around as if that would bring Maverick to you quicker. You hadn’t wandered massively far from the court, but Iceman understood that what is a simple path to him would not be the same to a three-year-old. After a couple of minutes of Iceman whispering words of reassurance and promising you that your dad is coming, Maverick appears with Goose and Slider hot on his heels.

“Daddy!” You cry out when you see Maverick, quickly wiggling out of Iceman’s arms and into Maverick’s as he bends down to pick you up, setting you on his hip as you cry against his shoulder. Maverick allowed tears of his own to fall as he let out a shuddering breath of relief when he felt your tiny arms wind around his neck.

“I got you; y/n/n. Daddy’s got you.” Maverick whispered as he pressed repeated kisses to your temple as you cried, clinging to him. Maverick’s free hand came up to rest on the back of your head, running a hand through your hair as you sobbed in relief.

“I was scared.” You whine, making Maverick’s heart break as more tears roll down his cheeks at your words.

“I know sweetheart. But I’m right here. I’m not letting you out of my sight again.” Maverick assures, squeezing you tighter before pressing more kisses to the side of your head. Just as Iceman and Slider went to leave, Maverick turned to face them.

“Thank you.” Maverick says to the two who nod their heads in acknowledgement at his words.

“No worries, Mitchell.” Iceman says, the two men now seeing each other in a whole new light. Iceman was now seeing a devoted father who would do anything for his daughter instead of the reckless and cocky aviator he saw at Top Gun. While Maverick was now seeing someone who dropped everything to look for a kid that wasn’t his and without being asked instead of seeing the man who lectured him after every training session for flying dangerously. After sharing a curt nod with Maverick; Iceman and Slider headed back to the volleyball court, leaving Maverick and Goose with you.

“I think we’re going to head home, Goose. Just let Carole and Bradley know we’ll catch up with them another day.” Maverick says to Goose who nods in understanding.

“No! I wanna see Brad!” You exclaim tearily when you hear what your dad says, pulling away to look your dad in the eye. Maverick raised an eyebrow curiously while he lifted a hand to wipe your tears away.

“We don’t have to go to the beach sweetheart.” Maverick says, worried that you’d either wander off again or felt you had to go just because Bradley was going too.

“I wanna see Brad and Auntie Carole.” You whine, burying your face in the crook of your dad’s neck as he looks over at Goose who shrugs.

“Your call, Mav.” Goose says, not wanting to intervene. Maverick turned his head to look at you as you pulled away again, giving him the best puppy dog eyes you could as Maverick cursed internally. He could never say no to your puppy dog eyes.

“Okay, we’ll go to the beach with the others. But you are to stay in my sight at all times.” Maverick instructs, his expression conveying every ounce of seriousness that he could as you nod, understanding every word he said clearly. Maverick glances over at Goose and gestures for them to head back to the volleyball court to gather up the beach stuff before heading down to the beach. You refuse to let your dad put you down so Goose takes the bag and the three of you begin the short walk to the beach. When you reach the beach, Goose crosses to his wife quickly and captures her in a sweet kiss before sweeping Bradley up into a hug. Just as Goose puts Bradley down, he quietly explains to Carole what had happened earlier and she felt her heart break for the Mitchell’s knowing how terrifying the thought of losing a child was. Carole immediately moved to speak to Maverick as he attempts to lay out a beach towel while keeping you in his arms.

“Hey Mav, how’s she doing?” Carole asks sweetly as she helps Maverick lie out the towel and smiling at you as you wave at her.

“She’s pretty shaken up. I also feel like I gotta buy Ice’s drinks for the rest of his life for finding her.” Maverick admits with a slight chuckle as he moves to carefully sit down, freeing one of his hands to ease himself down.

“She’s not hurt physically either, thank god.” Maverick says as you settle yourself into his lap, your once teary eyes lighting up when you see Bradley come running over. Goose sets down another towel alongside Maverick’s and sits down on it, opening his arms and gesturing for Carole to sit in between his legs which she does with a laugh, snuggling back into his chest. Once Bradley has dropped his toys on his parent’s towel he launched at you for a hug, pushing you into Maverick as he dramatically fell onto his back, causing a pile of children on his chest as he wraps his arms around the both of you.

“Uncle Mav! y/n!” Bradley giggles, wrapping his arms around you in a hug you reciprocate a bright grin covering your face.

“Hey, kiddo.” Maverick says, ruffling Bradley’s hair as he swats at his hand, protesting loudly as you giggle. When Bradley finally clambers off, Maverick sits up, adjusting you so you’re sat in his lap once more as Bradley rushes to his parents, his little hands digging through Carole’s beach bag to find his bucket and spade.

“y/n, do you want to build a sandcastle with me?” Bradley asks, his eyes shining with glee as he grins at you. At first, you don’t respond, wrapping your arms around Maverick and cuddling into him.

“Oh, y/n might not be in the mood to build sandcastles right now, buddy.” Goose says, noticing your reaction and looking over at his son who looks between you and his dad curiously.

“Why not?” The five-year-old enquires, not understanding why you didn’t want to join in on building sandcastles.

“She’s just a bit tired, sweetheart. But you can build sandcastles if you want.” Carole says, smiling sweetly at her son.

“But it’s no fun without y/n.” Bradley whines, his bottom lip jutting out as he complains.

“Bradley, come on buddy, you have plenty of time to build sandcastles with y/n another day.” Goose says, trying to lighten his son’s dampening mood. Noticing Bradley insist that building sandcastles is better with you, you feel more in the mood to build sandcastles with Bradley. But you were also terrified to be out of your dad’s arms in fear he’d disappear and you’d be alone again. Maverick noticed you looking at Bradley and loosening your grip on him so he looked down at you with a gentle smile.

“You want to play with Bradley, sweetheart?” He asks, giving you the freedom to decide whether you wanted to or not.

“Yes, but I don’t want to be far away from you.” You admit, looking down at the towel and Maverick’s face softens as he moves to hook a finger under your chin to lift it so you’d look at him.

“I got an idea.” Maverick says with a small smirk. He shuffles forward on the towel until he’s right at the end of the towel, barely sitting on the towel. He then stands you on the sand, still holding your hand as he reaches his spare hand back to the bag to dig out your bucket and spade, handing them to you with a smile.

“Okay, take two steps forward.” He says and you do as he asks, looking back at him after each step to check he’s still there and to your relief he is, grinning at you.

“There we go! You’re doing so well! Now, hold your hand out towards me.” Maverick then instructs gently, waiting for you to do as he asked and when you do, he reaches out and takes your hand in his.

“See that? If you feel worried while you’re building your sandcastles you can just reach for me and I’ll grab your hand, yeah? But if it feels like too much you can always come and just cuddle and chill out with me.” Maverick says, making sure you know you have options as he speaks and to his joy, you nod and immediately kneel down in the sand with Bradley and begin making sandcastles.

“You’re good with her Mav.” Carole says with a smile as the parents watch their kids playing in the sand.

“This was a win-win for us. She didn’t want to be too far away from me and I wanted her in my sight. It seemed like the best solution.” Maverick shrugs as if what he did wasn’t a big deal, barely glancing Carole’s way as he focuses his attention on his daughter, waiting to see if you reach out for him. Every time you looked over at him to make sure he was still there, he was sure to send you an encouraging smile and took your hand whenever you asked for it. But mostly you were kept occupied by Bradley, the two of you building rows of sandcastles and decorating them as you happily chat with each other.

“Twenty bucks says these two get married when they’re older.”

“GOOSE!”

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[lundenloves]

⇀ ¹ “𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐇𝐒.”

〔 you’re slotted right into the service of doctor john price, an elite head of division and self titled marmite character — you either love him or hate him. you personally can’t quite decide, but he knows for certain that you’re not for him. what will you do after being forced to learn under his wing? 〕

˗ˏˋ and so we start a new series. doctor!price is slowly going to plague the price x reader tag, and i will not be blamed for the thirsty author notes. i’ll create a series masterlist at some point but this is just to see if anyone actually reads it and/or even likes it. but then again, who doesn’t like a sarcastic man?

⇀ 3.1k | mentions of medical procedures + blood | f!reader nicknamed ‘rev’ (later on)

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Another day, another fucking alarm. Another day, another flurry of issues, problems and carnage upon barely setting one foot in the door. It was disgusting really, the way each and every nurse greeted him with an enthusiastic welcome. He wasn’t sure if it was because the shift change was now upon them or if he himself, the ray of unprecedented sunshine, was there. He met their words with a sarcastic smile and nod, shoving a thumbs up toward them before teeming through the busy corridor to reach the scrub room. 

“Price, do you mind—“ 

“No.” He leant against the push door, his back pressed to it with a shrug and a feigned smile of empathy. “Don’t talk to me before six.” The words came blandly, face dropping after rubbing at his nose and taking the step backward to enter the room, the door involuntarily slamming.  

Seventeen hour shift today, fucking dreadful. Six in the morning till nine at night. Was this good for his health, both mental and physical? No. Was this morally right? Fuck no. Was this even legal? Absolutely not. Though you were expected to check the boxes, turn up and chuck the scrubs on — by which, half of them had run out — welcome to the NHS. 

The depressing scrub room was the feat of many tears, all bad of course. Accompanied by the motivational posters from the early noughties, strewn across the walls about how you’re ‘saving a life’ every day, and Price couldn’t ever help but to laugh at them every shift start. Though, by the end he would be fucking talking to the walls, the small people on the posters now his delirious friends.

“Christ.” He mumbled, tying the knot of the trousers before raking around for a passably clean scrub shirt that wasn’t covered in bodily fluids. Not even the fun kind. 

The door swung open with its predicted slam, presenting a bunch of fresh faced med students who had stopped to stare at Price. “What.” He frowned, highly aware that he was standing without a shirt, white coat ditched and raking through an old scrub locker for the dispenser had run out. This was fucking poor. 

They all snapped their looks away, reduced to quiet chatter before ditching their bags and rolling their sleeves in preparation for the first day of the rest of their lives. Price would have warned them had it not been quarter to six in the morning, and had he not been half as miserable as he always seemed. 

Though all hope wasn’t lost, the clouds parted and a beautifully clean scrub shirt was found and chucked on to solidify that he, in fact, did hate his job. He was head of division, so scrubs weren’t a necessity though he didn’t fancy getting said bodily fluids over his regular clothes. “Ready for today, captain?” His assistant doctor, Mike, loomed by the door, bringing all of the noise from outside in with him. Four years ago he had coined the nickname ‘Captain’ for Price and it stuck. For those brave enough to talk to him anyway. 

“I’d rather kill myself.” Came his short reply, shoulders dropped upon eyeing Mike in the mirror. 

“Well, that’s just grand.” He held out a clipboard, hands clutched to the top and downsides of the wood. “Did you see the schedule?” 

“Why would I see the schedule?” Price’s eyes met his in the reflection before turning around to lazily snatch the board from his hands. “What am I looking at?” His eyes roamed the overly complicated excel sheet, shifting his weight to one foot before flicking through the various pages that had been clipped down. “Eh?”

“New SHO resident.” 

“And what?” He lulled, handing him the board back and stretching his back out as if preparing for the fucking olympics or alternatively, a shattering seventeen hour shift. I’ll let you decide that one. 

“She’s on your service.” 

The look of betrayal struck his face, an exasperated sigh leaving his every fucking fibre. “No she’s fucking not.” Price made it his business to let everyone know he did not like new faces on his service, regardless male or female, fucking worldclass or freshly chucked into the deep end, he did not like it. Therefore wouldn't have it. 

That was the strange beauty of being not only a white coat, but also head of division — you were almost encouraged to be a bit bratty every now and then. It was like your reward for going through the last eight years of training, because the money surely wasn’t fucking worth it. 

“Chuck her elsewhere.”

“You’re the only senior today.” 

Price shrugged his coat back on, momentarily screwing his face while rubbing at his brows. “When is she in?” His eyes remained tightly shut. 

“Seven.” 

“Till?”

“Five.” 

His hand dropped at that, pulling a slight face as if he hadn’t heard his co-worker correctly. “Ten hours?” Tilting his head to lean an ear closer to Mike, gesturing he repeated himself. 

“She’s transferring.” He instead said, hitting the clipboard rhythmically against the side of his thigh. “From Central London.” Brows wiggled, as if the mere mention of London was valued. Which for the record it wasn’t. 

Price left his assistant hanging, passing by him and holding the door open. “Monday fucking morning.” His face somehow dropped even further to accommodate for a low whistle, brows furrowed after stepping out into the upsettingly bright lights. “Floor five.” Came a mumble, lifting his arm to check the time. Six on the dot. 

“Mornin’ Price, looking like death today — spend all your weekend juggling the nurses again?” A fellow white coat teased, John spinning on his heel to walk backwards, his arms wide in feigned offense. 

“Morning would have sufficed.” He earned an echoed chuckle from the Doctor who had already turned a corner. “What’s on the books today then?” His voice returned to its flat state, and Mike passed him yet another excel sheet. 

“You’re split today. Labour ward and one theater.” He leaned over to run his finger across the paper before Price, eventually landing on an estimated time. “Two till four.” He pointed. “Joint replacement. I’ll be with you for that one, then you’ll be joined by the new SHO for a walk around.”

“Thrilling.” He replied shortly.

Mike nodded, splitting off after they had reached the nurses station to do whatever the fuck it was Mike did when not following Price like a lost dog. John leaned on the reception counter, resting his head against his arms. “Rough night, Price?”

“Every night is a rough night.” 

“Heard that one before.” Someone else chimed in from behind, coffee in hand. “Still on the coffee ban, John?” She teased, sliding the shitty paper cup toward him and Price could’ve sworn this was some type of flirting had it not been six in the morning. Which was fine, flirting was fair game, except he was usually the one doing it. 

In a dramatic statement, he’d vouched to not touch coffee again after losing a scalpel inside a patient. It was most definitely his fault and not the blend like he had whispered to the nurses after the patient had been taken for re-op by junior surgeons. “He’s still going on about that?” 

“I didn’t bring it up.” He scoffed, knocking his knuckles on the counter before leaning back and using the clipboard in his hand as a pointing stick of accusation. “Listen, it’s been rough—“

“We all know. It was the blend.” His deep voice had been mimicked, each nurse laughing and swivelling their chairs to face the man of the fucking hour. 

“I’m telling you.” He pointed once more, rounding the counter to sift through various exposed stacks of paperwork. “What’s this?” 

“I’m filing it.”

“When? Tomorrow? Pick up the speed.” He kissed his teeth, swiping a paper cup of tea from the hourly cart. “Please.” He smiled, smearing his charm all over them and gesturing his definition of speed by rolling his hands in a continuous motion. 

“Away you go.” 

“Thank you, gorgeous.” He had a cheek really, pushing back from the station and scrunching a second paper cup to toss it in the bin with force. The reason for his cheek being, his own office. The absolute obliteration of a room that any mother would shake her head at, any sane person would form tears at, and any other doctor would take lethal punishment over. 

It wasn’t just the papers. It was the oddity of the whole room, chaotic would be your best description. Littered with miscellaneous clutter, clothes, shoes, half finished food, unrelated books and photos — some familial, some from children on wards and others completely unserious like the framed image of Yoshi on his desk. No one ever bothered to ask. 

He sat down with Mike’s clipboard in hand, eyes shifting between the monitor on his desk and the fucking excel rota. Your name was underneath his, scheduled for a mere ten hours, the shift looking like an alternative to heaven had Price not signed the contract that enabled over forty hour working weeks. The frown across his brow was a sight to see, clicking around on screen before reaching the digital rota purely to find your transfer notes. Ones embedded in his higher-ups chat. 

He pulled his lip up, eyes skimming through your mere experience — fresh from med-school and training in obs and gynae, though excelled in early neurology modules. 

Your reason for transfer wasn’t listed and Price lifted a brow, clicking his tongue against his teeth with a grimace expression. His fingers tapped the desk in a momentous motion, each one in succession of the other after pushing his sleeve up to check the time. Six thirty. 

“Price.” Came a rapid knock on his door.

“What.” He replied, patting around his pockets for the vibrating pager that he had clicked off after standing up and opening the door. 

“They need you on—“

“I’m going.” The midwife nodded at his cut off, speed walking alongside him to room fifteen where a flurry of doctors had gathered. “Right, clear it, clear it.” He cleared his throat, pulling gloves on and pushing the door open to see another frantic scene. 

“What do we have?”

“In determination, sir.”

Price edged his way through a few nurses and introduced himself calmly, ducking to have a look at the issue after rolling his sleeves up. The head was forcing the umbilical cord down and out of mother, resulting in possible fatality if not delivered immediately. “Cord prolapse, page the anesthetics. We’ll need a maneuver.” The midwife nodded at him. “Knee to elbow, prepare for cesarean.” 

Even urgent deliveries felt almost auto-pilot for him, like zoning out and entering a catatonic state when washing his hands thrice over and thumbing two separate rounds of gloves on. “Ready?” The scrub nurse accounted for each utensil as usual before nodding to Price who returned one.

Not everyone’s six am, but all in a morning's work for the man who would rather be anywhere else. He left the theater fifty minutes later. Standing for two minutes with his bloodied gloves up, waiting for a junior doctor to assess the stitching he had made. Now, two minutes isn’t a long time but it fucking well feels like it when your hands are up. “Never seen stitches before?”

“Why didn’t you staple?” She asked timidly. 

He blinked lamely. “Because we had time.” 

The poor girl nodded, apologising for the time and allowing the team to wrap up — Price leaving the room with a sigh. His watch read seven twenty, something he tsked at as bullshit before passing the nurses station. Though, not without attention. “John.” 

“Hmm?” He looked up, brows furrowed like always. His scrubs covered in blood spats. “What.” 

Non. Fucking. Stop.

“Your SHO is here.” His eyes then trailed to you, stood with fear plastered across your face and arms tight to your chest. “Tough delivery?” She batted her eyelashes at him, making you feel like an involuntary voyeur.

“Tough paperwork?” He replied sharply, leaning back and forth on the balls of his feet. “Where’s Mike?” Eyes giving your entire frame a once over as if determining your worth right there and then. 

“Behind you.” She scoffed.

“Great.” Price turned, gesturing two hands Mike’s way for you to wander to. Much like a baby taking their first unsure steps. Though, Mike had already taken off by that point and John sighed, hands placed on his hips before looking back at you. 

“S’fine, I can just—“

Though your sentence was cut by nerves. 

Nerves and not the six foot something man before you who stood like a disappointed parent. Not that you knew where you were going with those four words anyway. “You’re the SHO, correct?” There was a crease in his brow, one that cropped up upon your bland nod. “Follow me.” He sounded and seemed physically pained by your presence, walking away down a long stretch of corridor that you swallowed at. 

Your previous hospital, while being in the center of London, was small. Surprisingly so with the amount of foot traffic that would tumble through the rotating doors every day. You’d supposed to have lucked out with that, finding your feet in one of the only central hospitals to grant you a minute in the day to fucking practice what was taught. 

Everywhere else seemed a free-for-all. 

Price pushed open a door and leant against it till you had caught up. “Sorry.” Though he shrugged, pulling his foot back and letting it slam against the wood after you had entered. 

“Scrub room.” He gestured, rubbing a finger on his upper lip for a second before turning to you. “Brats and Twats, aren’t you?” 

“Excuse me?”

“Obs and Gynae.” His face couldn’t convey nonchalance anymore than it did. If anything, you could trade the word for uncaring but that wasn’t as strong. His arm dropped back down to his side, cutting the silence you had created at the thought. 

For god given embarrassment, words refused you and Price nodded. “I read it.” A beat, cocking his head at your daze. “On your transfer form.” 

You were out of your element. Which was to be expected, sheepishly following him around after changing into scrubs. Price seemed important, that was easily gathered by his white coat and the nods he received in the hallway, his calm yet demanding tone, the seriousness in his brow and the way he offered little to no emotion in place of sarcasm. It all pointed to vanity if nothing else. 

He was doing a walk around of labour ward when you had paused to peer into a room. The sound of screaming was usual, though the open door and team of doctors around one bed was something that caught your attention. Price shifted from behind you, “How many have you delivered?”

You turned to face him, faltering at his stare. Words barely stuttering from your lip, something perhaps a child would get away with. “None.” It felt embarrassing to say amidst the chaos. “I- I never had the chance.” Seemingly grasping at straws to defend yourself under Price’s weighted eyes. 

“You’ll get a chance.” He said firmly, pulling his lip upward after leaning to view the patient room. “See one, fuck one up, teach one.” Your brows collapsed at his statement after he had begun to walk away again. 

“You’re not going to help?” 

He shook his head. “They’re fine.” 

John had discarded you to the nurses after that. Retreating back to his office to put together not only a schedule but also a mental plan, accepting the fact that you were now his responsibility. Subsequently, you would also now be one of the best doctors in his service. It wasn’t a choice. 

You were now a passion project for him. Of sorts. 

He’d been busy most of the morning. Darting between sectors and floors without a break of any sort, though you’d come to learn from the nurses that Price doesn’t take breaks. Some hadn’t seen him eat in the five years they had been here. 

Fuck that you said, taking someone’s orange and leaning on the nurses desk. Food was not escaping you. “He’s always been like that.” The head midwife, Joanna, would nod upon chatting about Price. Her eyes followed him and his glare. “Morning, John.”

“Mhm..” 

“Can I ask you something?” She ticked off a few scribbled ward rounds on her clipboard, shoving it to the counter beside her. 

Price stood with his arms crossed to check the measly whiteboard of the ward, one that held all patient information in a shit spreadsheet way. You’d never seen someone look so miserable, the wrinkles around his eyes were rare for the occasional smile, but a permanent crease existed between his brows. “I’d prefer it if you didn’t.”

“Personal.”

“Even worse.”

You watched from the side, rolling your orange across the counter. The only chance you’d get to eat in the next nine hours. “Must be hard, eh?” She placed a hand on her hip. “Being such an arsehole.” 

Price gave her a stiff laugh, his eyes catching yours over her shoulder. “Remember to remove the hard, shiny layer on the outside.” He nodded toward your fruit, arms expressionlessly dropped to his sides. “Need any help doing that?” Should’ve stuck to a fucking apple, maybe it’d have kept him away too.

“Point and case.” Joanna looked at him, flicking through a few pages of her discarded clipboard. “Can you check on room sixteen? I'm concerned she’s making slow progress.” 

He sighed, taking all of four steps before he had paused to stare back at you. “Let’s go, kid.” 

You ditched the orange, finding a mental note to mark that you had left it by the printer. John cleared his throat, lifting an arm to check the watch for what seemed like the hundredth time today. “Why’d you keep checking the time?”

“Time is important.” He began, “Tell me the time without looking at your watch.” 

You shrugged and he tapped the side of his nose, pushing the door open with a grand sigh once you had reached the room. “See one, fuck one up, teach one.”

“Now?” At your pointed emphasis of the adverb, Price tilts his head, watching the redness fill your cheeks. He struggled to understand how you hadn’t been given a chance to deliver yet. 

It was barely two hours into your first shift and he was already throwing you in deep. You sensed a potential pattern, “I told you you’d get a chance.” 

Fuck. 

comfortably numb by pink floyd. this’ll be a series of five or so parts, unsure yet, might take it to ao3 instead.

i’m still figuring out how i want to write this world and the characters so give it a chance, the second part’ll probably be better. + one or two nicked jokes from medical tv shows🤺

it’s unedited btw i gotta work but i’ll edit later or smth

as always always, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated for boosts. if no one pats me on the head every now and then i’ll sit in a hole.

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[braidlottie]

it's classical, anyway.

pairing: mommy!lottie x inexperienced!transmasc!reader

summary: lottie takes you to buy your first sex toy.

tags: smut, nsfw, 18+ (minors dni), vibrator, reader is a little shy, but lottie is so soft with him :(, lubricant, cute nicknames for reader :3

word count: 1k

a/n: i figured out the custom coloring!! so thats Nice :]

title inspired by lotion by deftones

“we don’t have to do this if you’re not ready, honey.” lottie’s hand rubbed your knee as the two of you sat in the car in front of an adult toys shop not too far out of the city.

“but, i want to, mommy.” you were a little scared, but you’ve been wanting to take this step with lottie for a while now. lottie’s hand went to caress your burning cheek before giving it a small peck. “i wanna go in.”

the older woman nods, taking the car keys out of the ignition. “i’ll be right by you the whole time, baby, m’kay?”

you nod, mirroring her smile shyly.

***

the bell at the top of the door chimed when you and lottie entered the store, catching the ear of the worker at the front desk. she smiled, putting some boxes down behind the desk. “welcome in! is there anything i can help you two with?”

lottie smiled back, walking up to her with a question.

“could you point me to the vibrators, please?”

your face burned at lottie’s words, looking down at your feet. “no problem, right this way.” the worker smiled once more, you and lottie following her to the aisle.

the walls were lined with different toys, all color coordinated and stacked perfectly. “let me know if you need anything.” the worker walked back to her desk and left you and lottie alone in the aisle. the store was empty, it was just you, lottie and the worker.

well, a sex shop wouldn’t be packed at 11 am on a thursday, right?

“which one would you like, sweetheart? you can pick out any one, it’s just for you.” lottie smiled before pulling you closer by your waist. you couldn’t choose all the colors and different prices were too overwhelming- until you found the perfect one.

it was a small, black bullet vibrator that had multiple types of speed and vibration patterns. you try to grab it, but it was a shelf too high, making lottie help you out. “this one, darling?” she gave it to you, watching you scan the box for more facts.

rechargeable. 6 hours of battery life! dishwasher safe?

“you like that one, don’t you?” lottie smiled down at you, pinching your cheek. “but the price-”

“nooo, what did i say about that, honey? mommy would buy it for you, no matter how much it cost.”

you shrugged, avoiding lottie’s eyes. “let’s buy this and go home, yeah? i know you’re just dying to try it out.”

you whined, hiding your shy little smirk into lottie’s shoulder. “i’m only teasing you, little one.” she squeezed your hand as the two of you walked up to the cash register.

***

as soon as you got home, lottie told you to undress, taking off your pants and your boxers frantically, and your shirt lastly, ready to finally try it out.

“come sit on mommy’s lap, sweet boy.” lottie was across the room on the couch. she had taken the toy out of the packaging, pulling you in closer when you sat down. “it’s beautiful, isn’t it? are you ready?” you heard the cap of a lube bottle snap shut after lottie put some on the vibrator.

she rubbed your tummy, keeping a secure grip on you around your waist because you were definitely going to squirm. “i’ll start slow, then we’ll work our way up, yeah. don’t hesitate to tell mommy to stop.” you copied her nod.

lottie rubbed the toy against your t-cock, making you shiver from the coldness of the lubricant.

then she turned it on.

you gasped softly, your stomach already flipping as the low buzzing sound filled your head. “you’re such a brave boy for doing this with mommy, yes you are.” lottie cooed, her hand still rubbing your stomach.

your breaths were jagged, biting your lower lip as a moan almost slipped out. “don’t be afraid to moan in front of mommy, baby. c’mon,” she coaxed you, a small whimper from you muffled into her chest.

“there's my boy, does that feel nice?”

“mm- yes, s’good,” your words were slurred together but lottie could somehow still understand you. “you want it faster, don’t you?” lottie smiled sweetly, spreading your legs farther with her knee. you would've never thought that such a tiny thing could make you feel this good.

“mommyyy..” you almost cried, holding onto lottie’s wrist. “i know, sweet boy.” lottie couldn’t take it herself. holding her little boy in her lap while he squirmed and whimpered against her shoulder, it was such a precious site. “do you need mommy to stop?”

“nono- please!”

the pressure in your stomach was getting tighter and tighter as you rocked your hips into the new toy. “are you close, my baby?” lottie deliberately pressed the vibe into your little cock, marveling at how perked up every so often.

“faster, please mommy- ‘m so-” your sentence was cut off by lottie turning up the speed once again, dragging the tip of the bullet up and down against your dick, resting it directly on the head. “so close for mommy, i just know it. let go, my darling boy, c’mon.” she kissed your ear before whispering. “cum for mommy.”

the high pitched moan you let out was alarming, to both you and lottie, but you couldn’t feel embarrassment now, only pleasure as your orgasm bursts through your stomach, a tear falling from your eye when you blinked. “such a good boy. how was that?” you nodded, smiling from the praise. “good, mommy.” you rubbed your wet face with the back of your hand.

“you know, you don’t have to ask mommy to use this. you can use it whenever you like. while i’m at work, or at the store, even if i’m in the next room, baby.” she teased, watching you get flustered for the umpteenth time today.

“or mommy can teach you, baby. if you don’t know to use it.”

you nodded once with a smile, buzzing with excitement at the thought for using your new toy again.

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[demonslayedher]

Things that flew through my mind while watching this episode:

--For being called "Thank-you, Tokito-kun," Tokito-kun sure isn't in this episode much. Kotetsu-kun does not address Seaweed-Head with '-kun,' he addresses him with '-san.' Oyakata-sama addresses him simply as "Muichiro" in the flashback. Actually, I checked, and only Tanjiro ever calls him that. Is this going to be something Tanjiro hears and thanks him for later? Or has this whole series just been brief chapters in "The Legend of Zenitsu" and that is what Zenitsu titled it?

--Kotetsu-kun is having a bit of a weird night anyway. Brave boy--who, we mustn't forget, is a child who has every reason to feel overwhelmed--went off to get help so that Haganezuka's sword polishing would not be interrupted, and then he fought and nearly got eaten by a demon fish but stayed as strong as he could the whole time. But then when Muichiro starts carrying him and blasting forward at the speed of Pillar, I love that he's screaming his head off. I want a modern day AU of these two hanging out at an amusement park and Muichiro drags him on the big rollercoasters.

--And hey, look, another mention of how important it is not to interrupt that sword polishing process. You want that sword to get ruined, Tokito-kun? Remember that after all the effort you soon go through to protect Haganezuka-san. TO PROTECT THAT SWORD.

--Gonna right ahead to the end of the episode here and mention how Mitsuri is not at all like, "oh no, that's really, really bad" (which it is, that's why Gyokko targeted it), but "okay, watch out, I'm gonna do my best!" This is a girl who has found her true calling. She should give career advice. Does your career make your heart squeeze with excitement even in the tightest pinch?

--As a point of interesting comparison I'm going to come back to, Mitsuri's confidence is well-placed. She runs into situations that overwhelm her and she lacked confidence when trying to learn a Breath she wasn't suited for, but we never see her experience Pillar Imposter Syndrome. Besides just being extremely physically capable, she has picked up battle experience and it has become a part of her. This battle sense serves her very well. On the other hand, we have Muichiro who is not endowed with the same strength, but his analytical abilities are what make him a Pillar quality genius even before he gains much experience.

--Which brings me to Tanjiro, Nezuko, and Genya, the true stars of this episode.

--Look at these three, legit holding their own against Upper Moon Four. It is a wonder none of them died already. Ok, we have good reasons for why Nezuko and Genya haven't, but in Tanjiro's case, this is exactly what Mitsuri was talking about in episode 1 about how valuable Tanjiro's experience against Upper Moon Six was. Tanjiro has had a excellent gut for battle ever since throwing his axe in the air at Giyuu, and he's always been one to analyze a battle as he's swept up in it. But this is not the same Tanjiro who fought Kyogai! He is able to look for openings and weaknesses in totally different ways so that he can stay calm and relatively in control when fighting one-on-one with Urogi (using Urogi to fly back, now that deserves some flamboyant applause), and his battle senses have gotten strong enough to tell him that he might be able to protect himself against a demon's attack if he had the demon's own cells as a shield.

--Also, all those jokes about attacking Sailor Moon while she is transforming, or Goku while he's screaming and powering up? That is exactly what Urogi is going through.

--Genya, man, you might be coping with Repetitive Action, but you are living on spite.

--Now if only Rengoku could have learned a thing or two about not dying from gaping chest wounds

--Genya, since he fights with desperation, does not get many moments to look cool (badass, sure, but not cool-like-a-cucumber cool). That makes it's so nice that he got to strike that sword and glock pose while delivering the "I'm Shinazugawa Genya--that's the name of the guy who is gonna kill you!" line.

--Which means Genya just had the most Sailor Moon moment of this whole series.

--Sekido has good reason to be ticked off with his body-mates lolly-gagging instead of finishing the demon slayers off. After all, Muzan wants the whole village wiped out (and Gyokko is the only one getting any work done, with all four parts of Hantengu being wrapped up with these three slayers!). Aizetsu is like someone watching an animal die for the pure sadness of it. Aizetsu isn't exactly kind, though he is the odd one out among his body-mates, and I would indeed find it very, very funny if he could be convinced to befriend the sad humans (maybe out of getting some protection from Sekido). Sekido would be so pissed off about missing a critical piece of a more reasonable form like Zouhakuten, and Muzan would be pissed off as he gets this report from Sekido while Urogi and Karaku are running/flying amok.

--While I, being someone who has loved tengu for many years, appreciate the various tengu inspired elements in each of the four Ki-Do-Ai-Raku demons, I have always had trouble seeing it in Aizetsu. This is also why he seems like the odd one out to me. It's like, ah, yes, Sekido with the shakujo staff, Karaku with the bonten-kesa stole and hauchiwa fan, Urogi having the bird-like qualities of a karasu-tengu, and Aizetsu in a tracksuit.

--Instead of "half-tengu" wouldn't Hantengu's name make more sense as "quarter-tengu"?

--It's very funny that Hantengu's alter-egos all portray themselves on the side of spiritual mastery (by way of the tengu/Shugenja symbolism, followed by Buddhism-informed deity iconography, all of which is a whole different tangent of its own). Hantengu's own irony is too big to contain in one tiny body. But also, two crossovers I want to see, so if anybody draws them, please tag me: Hantengu & Co. as Father & Co. from Full Metal Alchemist, and Hantengu & Co. as the stars of Inside Out.

--I'll bet Sekido, as part of his anger-management in spiritual mastery, has agreed to stand by and give his body-mates a chance.

--Karaku acts like an overly pushy boyfriend. Learn from Nezuko, everyone. If a guy is ever giving you a hard time like that, kick his head off.

--Karaku wasn't himself in a position to be able to do much more, but his biggest mistake was giving Nezuko her opening. That whole series of moves she did there--well-placed and powerful kick, sacrificing an arm that'll quickly grow back anyway, throwing blood in Karaku's newly recovered face, and then using her fire as a distraction to reorient and physically overpower Karaku by twisting his arm off to perfectly use his hauchiwa against him, and then turn around ready to use it against Sekido--brilliant.

--Nezuko is not the same demon kicking around and getting her leg blown off by a Taisho soccer ball. She's also not the same demon desperately thrashing around a flesh-filled train. This isn't even the same demon curb-stomping Daki; she has mastery of this state now. Nezuko has peaked here with her battle techniques.

--...especially because this is last night she ever uses her demon abilities

--But!! Thinking ahead to Tamayo's analysis, Nezuko has been prioritizing other developments over reattaining her self-awareness, leaving her mind in a childlike state while she gains abilities closer and closer to those of Upper Moons, and finally masters the sun. However, Nezuko has also shown leaps and bounds in her awareness as well. Just think! What if we had a Nezuko as analytical as her brother this whole time? In all that time Tanjiro was asleep, perhaps Nezuko was also asleep, trying to attain mastery over herself so as to prevent another near mishap? And this gave her more ability to think in battle, as opposed to just attacking with her gut instinct? Nezuko is perhaps just acting on instinct when landing that series of moves on Karaku, but her instincts have gotten really sharp for how to save Tanjiro multiple times in this battle, and for using her blood to heat the sword, even if her idea was just "I'm stuck, take my fire and go." Whatever the case, baby does more than just slash and kick now and I'm so proud of her!

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do you have any tips for speaking to/reaching out to recruiters? i'm looking for new grad roles and ppl keep telling me to but i don't even know where to start or find any and all the articles online are so intimidating

Hiya 💗

The people are right, it's one of the best ways to put yourself out there! Oh, this is going to be a long one~!

I'll share tips from my own experience, this might help you, this might because I did it any other way but this:

I applied to a bunch of jobs: like for 5 days straight I was just apply just for the sake of it. The more jobs, the more recruiters have my CV/Resume in their database. I recommend LinkedIn the most as it's super easy to drop a message to the recruiter.

Applied to jobs that I had 50%+ chance of getting a call to: Obviously this means apply to jobs where you have the skills and the experience (work or in building projects etc). I say this because say they do call you but they ask you if you have this certain tech stack and you say no... end of call really. So, for me, I had like 2 or 3 things they were asking for in a candidate so I got through to the calling stage!

LinkedIn is actually your friend, don't be afraid: During my random job searching and whilst I was in my job, I had recruiters message me about job opportunities. Why? Because of my profile. You need to have your LinkedIn vamped up, check mine out for reference (click the LinkedIn icon). But make sure to have your skills e.g. About > Top skills, your work experience (paid or volunteer) and any certificates you have! If you're brave, not like me, start posting on there for a while.

LinkedIn again but Connections: Oh my days please follow people, even if you don't know them personally. I have 300+ connections (not to brag) but I only know like two handful of the people, the rest are of people who connect with people who I follow, I have met like 5 recruiters through this way.

Actually message the recruiters???: Okay so you followed the people, your CV/Resume is done and dusted and now you're ready to message those recruiters! In my case, I had more recruiters message me than the other way round only because I'm shy hehe so I wait for them to make the first move. They would probably send a whole message about the new job that have posted and see if you're interested and then, if you like the job, you can say "Yes please" or whatever is the appropriate reply is, and then they will send further information or arrange a phone call! If you want to message them first, I would find them more after applying for a job on LinkedIn, they usually add the recruiter in the job posting as a way for people to message them.

DO NOT FEEL AFRAID IN MESSAGING RECRUITERS: I say this because a) imagine 100 people apply for the job, only 5 would message the recruiter (I don't know if the stats are right, I just remembered that from bootcamp-) because everyone else is too afraid to do it! Missed opportunity! b) recruiters actually want people to message them. Now in terms of what to write to them? I don't know really. I would always go for the classic "don't repeat what's on your resume", they're going to read it anyways, so just talk a bit about your experience and skills A BIT like

"Hello/Hi, my name is [name]. I hope this message finds you well. I wanted to express my strong interest in the [Job Title] position at [Company Name], for which I recently submitted my application. I'm enthusiastic about the opportunity to join [Company Name] and contribute to [mention something specific you find appealing about the company or role, if possible]. I believe my skills and experience align well with the requirements of the position. Thank you for considering my application, and I look forward to the possibility of discussing my qualifications in more detail. Best regards, [name]

No hire, don't be sad: Even if they don't hire you, or go through the next stages, keep in touch by even asking questions about what's on the market/what's new, how you could do better for other jobs you want to apply to that were similar to the ones you failed at. They could point you to the right direction! One recruiter said she wanted me to have more projects I was passionate about online like on GitHub or GitLab, even if they were "silly" projects - at the time, I didn't have much projects online so it made sense! See, I took that advice and now I'm a project making machine (a bit)! Advice they give sticks forever!

Remember, reaching out to recruiters and applying for jobs is a numbers game. The more applications you submit, the better your chances of landing interviews. I really hope this helps and I didn't make too many spelling mistakes! This is all of the things I could note down from the top of my head!

I've made other posts on on my coding blog about career advices:

🌐 Tips for Landing Your First Entry-Level Developer Job

🌐 Career Services For Web Dev (could be useful to you too!)

🌐 The Talent Cloud Community: Careers Workshop

Good luck with your job search!

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Grounded (Part Three)

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Summary: Azriel meets a stranger in the library and finds the course of his life forever altered. 

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: graphic description of violence and death, canon typical misogyny and gender-based violence, wing clipping

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Azriel woke early the next morning, flying first to Windhaven, then working north through the smaller camps. Each new group greeted him much the same, with the more experienced warriors making themselves scarce while novices puffed out their chests, making a show of their hubris so that they might be thought of as brave. But one look at his shadows, dark and writhing around his hands, had them shrinking back every time. The camp lords tolerated his presence for the most part, but he was not welcome, nor did he wish to be. 

When he reached his fifth and final camp for the day, he knew immediately that something was different about this settlement. The women and novices were notably absent, with only the warriors coming out to receive him. The camp lord, an older Illyrian with a reputation for traditionalism, seemed especially displeased with his arrival. He allowed Azriel to tour the camp regardless, but the Shadowsinger was acutely aware of several sets of eyes on him as he roamed the grounds. 

Just as he was about to leave, a quiet whistle from a nearby window caught his attention. He moved closer, stepping out of view of the others, and saw a female peaking out of a crack in some shutters. He gave her a pointed look, prompting her to say her piece. “I’m sorry to disturb you, my lord, but this might be my only chance. My niece was taken to Velaris a few years back, she was injured gravely. It’s a slim chance, but perhaps you know if she’s alright. Her name is Y/N.”

Azriel froze, taking a moment to process her words. This was Y/N’s aunt, which meant the males who maimed you were somewhere in this camp. His shadows drew in close, coiling like serpents preparing to strike. “I know her. She’s well,” he told your aunt. He decided the cost of your recovery would be yours to share. “I need you to tell me who her father is, and who helped him clip her.” 

The female's eyes went wide, brimming with tears as she shook her head frantically. “You can’t,” she whispered emphatically, “her father is the camp lord.” Azriel opened his mouth to argue, to tell her he’d burn down all of Illyria before he let that monster walk free, but the sound of approaching footfalls had the Y/N’s aunt hastily closing the shutters. 

A few warriors, including the camp lord’s right hand, rounded the corner. “Done nosing around?” he asked. 

“Actually, I have some business with your lord before I go,” Azriel replied, his siphons blaring bright. The warriors exchanged a suspicious glance but led him to the training rings nonetheless. 

“What do you want?” The camp lord, Y/N’s father, asked, leveling a glare at the Shadowsinger. 

“Rumor has it you’ve been clipping wings,” Azriel called out. 

“Of course not. Wouldn’t dare defy the almighty High Lord,” he spat the title like a slur, sarcasm dripping from his voice. The gathering crowd of males chuckled in response.

“You and I both know that’s bullshit,” Azriel replied, stepping several paces closer. “So, I’ll ask you again, have you been clipping wings?”

“Maybe,” the male replied, drawing a blade from his belt, “And if I am, what business does that half-breed and his dogs have meddling in the natural order of things, anyway?” 

“Wing clipping is punishable by death,” Azriel said, loud enough for the onlookers to hear. A hush had fallen over the gathered crowd, the atmosphere shifting as bloodshed seemed imminent. 

“With proof, it is,” the camp lord spat, “see any proof ‘round here?” 

“Oh, I have proof,” Azriel bared his teeth, a wild glint in his eyes. “I have all the proof I need.” 

The camp lord’s face fell, surprise quickly giving way to anger, “Let me guess, that little bitch daughter of mine went crying to the High Lord.” Any restraint Azriel had hoped to show dissolved at your father's words, and before your father could blink, he was on him. 

He could have driven Truth Teller through his neck right then and there, but such an end felt far too merciful. Instead, he landed blow after blow, utterly satisfied at the sound of bones crunching under his siphon-clad fists. The camp lord bucked, throwing the Shadowsinger off of him as he swiped with his blade, but Azriel could not be deterred, grasping the male by the neck and slamming him back into the earth with a thud. The other warriors knew not to intervene, to do so would undermine their camp lord’s honor, and bring them certain death.

“Is she your whore?” the camp lord spat, blood pouring from his ruined nose, “is that how she got you to come after me?” He lurched forward, but Azriel sidestepped, grabbing his wing in the process. With a roar, the shadowsinger pulled, snapping his wing bones and twisting them until they tore through leathery flesh. The male screamed in agony, stumbling out of the Shadowsinger’s hold.

“Or is it the High Lord she’s fucking? Or maybe it’s all of you, always struck me as the type to open her legs fo—,” Azriel didn’t let him finish, placing a rib-snapping kick to the center of his chest that had his opponent toppling backward. The male rolled, struggling to get his feet under him with one wing now hanging limp at his side, but the Shadowsinger was far beyond the point of showing mercy. He grasped his uninjured wing and yanked it, forcing it backward until he felt tendons and muscles pop and tear beneath his grip. The camp lord screamed again, but all Azriel would think of was you. He reckoned this was still a mercy compared to what you had endured, and he felt no remorse as he pulled the male into a kneeling position by the collar of his leathers.

Azriel drew Truth Teller and turned to address the observing crowd, intent on making his message clear. “The Night Court Law is clear: wing clipping is forbidden without exception. Let it be known that this will be the fate of anyone found to have violated that law.” Azriel turned to the camp lord and leaned down, speaking lowly in his ear. 

“You deserve far more suffering than this plane of existence can offer,” he spat, grabbing the male by the hair to expose his neck. “I can only hope there is more in store for you where you’re headed.” With that, he plunged Truth Teller into the male's neck, severing his windpipe in a single stroke. Death came quickly after that, and after a few choked gurgles, Azriel let him drop, his body falling limp into the blood-soaked mud. 

Silence fell over the observing crowd, and they backed away as Azriel advanced, allowing him to leave uncontested. For a moment, he thought some of the higher ranking warriors might advance on him, but bloodshed was the language of the Illyrians, and Azriel’s message had been clear. He passed your aunt’s house on his way out of the camp and briefly entertained the idea of knocking. Speaking to her now would implicate her, though, and he couldn’t risk her safety. Later, once he spoke to Rhys and came back to finish off the males who helped clip you, he would invite her to come to Velaris permanently. For now, he had to figure out how to explain himself to Rhysand, and how to tell you he had killed your father. 

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Azriel didn’t stop back at Windhaven, flying through the night all the way back to Velaris, utterly exhausted by the time he landed at the House of Wind. It was still early morning, so he was able to avoid Cassian and Nesta, going directly to his room to bathe, cleansing his skin of the blood he had shed. He knew he needed to talk to Rhysand, and then to you, but his body was too weary to do anything but lay in bed after he washed. So, despite the adrenalin still coursing in his veins and the emotions warring within him, he fell into a fitful sleep. 

In his first dream, he was on a beach somewhere, lying in the sand with his wings outstretched, soaking up rays of golden sunlight. In the distance, the cry of gulls could be heard over the rush of the incoming tide. You were next to him, your head resting on his chest as you absently traced patterns into his bare skin. Behind you was a set of Illyrian wings, whole and unscarred, stretched out in the sun like his. Even his shadows were at peace, pooling around the two of you in a blanket of soothing darkness. “I love you,” you murmured, and Azriel smiled, so content at that moment he could have purred like a housecat. 

Then, the dream shifted with a crash of thunder in the distance. Azriel’s eyes flew open and he looked up at the rapidly darkening sky. The sea, calm and bright cerulean only moments before, had turned dark, with white-capped waves now crashing against the shore. ‘Danger’, his shadows hissed, prodding at his shoulders to spur him into action. He looked around the beach, head on a swivel as he searched for the threat he knew was coming. 

“Azriel?” you murmured, this time sounding frightened. He rose up onto his knees, keeping you tucked to his chest as he tried to get his bearings. In the back of his mind, he had a sinking feeling that he was missing something, like a critical piece of information had slipped his mind. “Azriel!” you said again, this time more urgently. 

Finally, he looked down and gasped at what he saw. You were pale and limp, slumped against him with half-lidded eyes. His arms, still wrapped around your torso, were slick with blood. He looked down, searching for the source, and gasped. On the ground lay two Illyrian wings, shorn from their owners back at the base, with jagged white bone protruding from ruined flesh. He turned you gently, bile rising in his throat as his horror mounted, and when he saw your back, he began to scream. 

Your back was flayed open, with two deep lacerations where wings should have connected. Blood flowed freely from the wounds, pouring over his arms in a deadly waterfall. Red-coated stubs an inch or two long jutted out from each side of your spine, left behind when the wing bones were sawed through. Azriel looked up, preparing to call out for help, and found the scene around him had changed. He was no longer kneeling on the bank, but in the mud of a training ring, the one in your home camp. He craned his neck in search of aid, but what he saw made his stomach twist in horror. 

Bodies littered the ground in every direction, filling the training ring in mangled heaps. Each was an Illyrian female, dead, with their wings ripped from their back. Blood pooled on the ground around him, mixing with the mud to create a putrid slop. Azriel looked up, to the edge of the ring, where a familiar male stood watching him. Your father grinned maniacally, a blood-soaked sickle in his hands. A female knelt at his feet, weeping with her head in her hands, and Azriel watched in horror as he grasped one wing and brought the blade down upon it, severing it at the base. “Stop!” Azriel screamed, willing himself to stand and intervene, but it was as though he was shackled in place, unable to do anything but watch as the other wing was severed. Your father cackled as he pulled the female, now limp and lifeless, up by her hair. “No!” Azriel choked, finally seeing her face. Your face.

It was then that he realized he recognized the bodies that were piled around them. They were all wearing the same thing: a white lace blouse and blush-colored skirt, the same as the one you wore to the restaurant. Their hair was the same as well, identical to yours in length and color. He looked at the nearest one, lying on her front in the mud with her head turned towards him. Her face was mottled with the hues of death and her eyes were glazed over, but he recognized her, recognized all of them. They were all parfect copies of you, bloodied and broken beyond repair, piled around him as monuments to his failure. 

He looked down at the version of you in his arms and found you had gone still, the color drained from your face to match the greying complexion of the bodies around you. Azriel sobbed, shaking his head as he rocked your cooling corpse. Beneath you, his shadows were pooled with your blood, as if they, too had been drained of life. “Please, please, please,” he cried out, though he wasn’t sure what he was asking for. For you to wake up? For your forgiveness? For the mother to strike him dead? 

A hand rested on his shoulders and he turned to see a figure looming over him, a sickle identical to the one your father wielded in hand. It took him a moment to recognize the face, for it had been hundreds of years since he last saw it. It was not your father that stood over him, but his own, as stone-faced and cruel as the day he last saw him. “Please,” Azriel whispered, feeling very much like a child again, trapped in infinite darkness and pain. 

His father’s eyes were dead and unfeeling as he raised the sickle, bringing it down on both of Azriel’s wings in one devastating blow. He roared in agony as the appendages were shorn from him, joining yours in the mud. He didn’t let go of your body, falling to the side as he wailed, blood pouring from the wounds on his back. He looked up again, ready to beg his father for a merciful death, but when he looked at the hands holding the blade, he realized they were covered in familiar scars. His eyes lifted, and he stared in abject horror upon his own face, twisted in gleeful malice as he slit his own throat. 

He woke screaming, hurdling from the bed onto the stone floor of his bedroom. His stomach heaved and he emptied it onto the ground, retching until only bile came up. He collapsed onto his side, his entire body shaking and covered in sweat, and he realized his face was slick with tears, still falling freely of their own volition. He lay there for some time, waiting for his breath to even out as he came back to realize. “Just a dream,” he whispered to himself, “not real.”

Even after he’d cleaned up his sick and washed the sweat from his skin, the relief that usually came after one woke from a nightmare evaded him. Azriel had his fair share of bad dreams in his life, but none that came close to this one. The vision of you in his arms, cold and lifeless with your wings shorn from your body, came to him with every blink, as though seared into the back of his eyelids. His wings ached, and if he focused on them too much he could swear he felt the phantom pain of a blade driving through bone. He did not try to go back to sleep, preferring exhaustion to the horrors that might await him in his dreams. Instead, he decided a visit to his High Lord was in order, both to answer for the killing of your father and to make some demands of his own. 

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Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls: 3x8 Let The Games Begin (Aka Let The ShitCircus Begin) (Send In The Clowns) (Send Help) (Part 1)

You can read my thoughts on all previous episodes in my Pinned Post. Ladies and Gentlemens, do you know what time it is? it is officially Literati Kickoff Time.

To get everyone up to speed, in the last episode, Rory recieved a Public Dumping for the Ages, Dean has stepped down as Rory's Primary Male Life Ruiner and handed that crown to Jess, Shane has been eviscerated into a bloody pulp, Lorelai and Luke both missed the showdown at the DM and so Lorelai learned about this tea off-screen sometime between the last episode and this one. It's yet unclear whether Lorelai learned what happened through second hand gossip or if Rory dusted off her Season 1 Balls of Steel and had the courage to inform her mother that Dean was out and Jess was in. Episode Opener: we see Rory and Lorelai walking through town shortly after the dance marathon, complaining about their sleep deprivation and achy feet. ("At least you bitches still have your feet," says Shane's dismembered ghost, looking down at her new webbed swan feet).

What is this shirt? It looks like an octopus ejaculated on this shirt.

Hey baby hey baby hey! J: Hi R:Hey J:Hi Lor: Hi (Who told you you could speak? Butt out, bish) Luke: Hi Jess: Hi R: I have to get to school. J: Me too. R:Bye J:Bye. Bye. Lorelai: Bye (bish, I swear...) R: Bye Luke: Bye Jess: Disappears

Only THE CUTEST THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED?! That was so cute, they should be immortalized into a pair of Precious Moments figurines. The little plaque on the figurine would be titled "Idiots In Love." So naturally, a certain Grinch in a lavendar blouse has a problem with this and it only further reassures her that Jess is nothing more than A Sex Criminal (who would never murder anyone).

Yay. Lorelai and I are both crying on the inside over this development, but for vastly different reasons. Anyway, look at her hanging her head! This bish is in mourning! Look at how depressed this bish is! Hahaha! Get SAD, BISH! I WILL LICK YOUR SALTY, SALTY TEARS! Ahem. I haven't seen such a somber delivery since the medical examiner delivered the news to Shane's parents that he had positively identifed her mutilated corpse.

Who will visit my home and sift through my panty drawer now? Luke: What happened? Lorelai, somber as a funeral director: Jess happened. Luke, uncharacteristically giddy with excitement: Wow! WOW! This is great! Wow! Rory and Jess! Jess and Rory! This is great! Don't you think this is great! Honestly Luke and Lorelai reflect both sides of my conflicting feelings about the Literati Shit-Circus. Lor: "I'll tell Dean you said that." I'm sure you will before the next time you gargle his dick. I think it's the next episode where Lorelai tells Dean, "Just because you and Rory broke up doesn't mean we did." #Sick

MOMMY FAIL! Rory is 18. She's a fucking adult so leave her alone. Anyway, what does that mean? I think it's code for "It's about time Rory dated a boy who knows how to remove a bra.' Luke: I know Jess is tough (LOL, yeah, he's a real toughie, just look at that last exchange) but he likes Rory and Rory's a good kid. Her good will rub off on him.

You are so full of baloney. You're a Baloney Superstore. You are the Walmart of Baloney. Oh, this episode contains multitudes. Lorelai is insufferable on not just one but two fronts. Heavens to betsy. This is the episode where she has a shit-fit over Richard taking Rory to interview at Yale. One of the most ridiculous Lorelai tantrums I can ever recall, at least in the earlier seasons. Maybe not as insane as "I'd rather my child and I be homeless than accept a loan from my mother to save my termite infested house" but it's up there in the top 5 for me.

I am so brave. Ar FND, Richard invites Rory to embark on said Road Trip to Yale, which shouldn't be a big deal for a child with any other mother besides Lorelai Gilmore, but this is Rory so she is shaking lke a flu stricken chihuaua at the thought of her mother finding out she would ever deign to visit a school endorsed by her grandparents. She reluctantly accepts, then quietly pees her pants.

God speed, girlypop.

Fun with Product Placement time: Rory went to fetch a soda from the kitchen, and my immediate thought was: "These rich bitches better have name brand Coca Cola in their fridge, and not that odd Hansen's soda that Rory is always drinking", and they do. A real honest to god prominently labeled Coke can. Girlypop here is feeling the heavy weight of possibly displeasing her mother in both her romantic and academic choices. She has a lot on her plate right now. While the car is parked in the Gilmore Grands driveway after FND, girly pop musters up the courage to tell Lorelai "Grandpa wants us to go on a road trip to Yale" which causes Lorelai to huff and immediately exit the car. She begins storming back into the house, intent on demanding that her father explain this unbelievably callous and cruel attempt to brainwash her daughter into considering another school besides Harvvard. Rory stops her at the porch. where a lengthy argument ensues. Rory has to (once again) dig in her heels to defend her position against Lorelai over something so STUPID. I am really sitting here watching Lorelai and Rory go back and forth forever just because (ADULT) Rory wants to visit a college campus at the invitation of her own grandfather. Lorelai even calls Richard a "master manipulator" for this evil plot. You know what Rory, stop asking Lorelai for her input. Since you don't have a car, just hop on a bus to New Haven and just fucking go. After comparing the city of New Haven to leftover sludge at the bottom of a coffee pot, Lorelai decides she's going to accompany Rory on the trip anyway, even though its been made quite clear she does not have to go (just like the Sherry Baby Shower). In both instances, Lorelai's presence will ruin everything. Per @frazzledsoul: "Lorelai is so spoiled here. Imagine being a parent of a teenager and your worst problem is what Ivy League school your kid goes to." Amen. The rest of this episode promises to be a complete shitshow of epic proportions. At least the next episode is "Deep Fried Korean Thanksgiving", one of the best.

#gilmore girls #gilmore girls season 3 #denise rewatches gilmore girls #let the games begin #ltgb #literati #jess mariano #rory gilmore #luke danes #send help

[fang-and-feather]

Ikemen Vampire - Comte x Reader

Visions of Temptation, Day 3 Prompt: Vanilla Sex

Challenge hosted by @xxsycamore

Also written for Comte's birthday, a little late, but not as much as I thought it would. I didn't have the time to finish the SFW part of this, although this smut is basically a piece of fluff anyway

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Of all the “gifts” he was expecting you to offer him, what you actually proposed was not one.

He couldn’t help but steal you away, back to your room after that, the party you were supposed to return to forgotten.

How could he not? Even if he didn’t go forward with your proposal, only the fact that you brought it up was enough to make him happy, and your conviction had stolen his heart once again.

“Abel, what about the party?” You asked, but it didn’t sound like you were complaining. In fact, you smiled at him.

“I’m happy to be able to celebrate my birthday with my family, but right now, you’re the one I want to focus on. I’m sure the others won’t mind our absence.”

He placed you on the bed, gently kissing you. He approached you tonight, not with the usual fiery passion, only his heart full of love that needed an outlet.

“So, you enjoyed your day today?”

You had spent a long time planning, only for your day to be ruined by a sudden storm. Despite your efforts to hide it, he knew. And he also knew how you panicked at the change of plans. Still, you had braved it and made your best efforts to make him happy at home.

You were always so happy to celebrate his birthday every year. Such a passage of time had meant nothing to him before meeting you, only marked by meaningless interactions with people who didn’t care enough. People who didn’t see him.

But you did. Your efforts were for him. For the man he was, the one behind all the titles and masks, the one he sometimes lost sight of himself, caught in all the social performing. The one you loved, despite all the mistakes and weaknesses.

“I always enjoy my time with you, but you always go to such lengths to make me even happier.” He kissed you again, gently nudging you to lie down. “Thank you for this.” He leaned over you and kissed your neck, and you moved your head to give him better access, so receptive to what you thought was to come. “And thank you for being with me. For loving me. I will always treasure you.”

He had no intention of going ahead with it, though. Not right away. But he couldn’t deny how tempting it was as he nuzzled into you, inhaling your scent. Despite how much he learned to control it, the thirst for you was always there, longing for that taste of you.

His fangs gently grazed your skin, and you didn’t even flinch, unlike many times before. Your resolve was real. You had offered for him to turn you, and you were ready for that. But he only kissed your neck, nuzzling against your skin again.

“Abel?” you asked, confused.

“Later.” He whispered in your ear. “I want to enjoy the rest of my birthday with you today.” His hand slipped under your skirt, massaging your thigh. “Let me love you, my princess.”

He kissed you deeper, carefully removing your clothes. You kissed back, also unbuttoning his shirt. He wasn’t usually so gentle, as his desire for you burned with an intensity that could barely be contained. Tonight, though, he only wanted to return that gentle love you always gave him. To treasure you properly.

Clothes were removed between kisses, with no rush, hands feeling every inch of skin as it was exposed. He only pulled away when everything was out of the way, eyes roaming your body.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, and when you blushed, looking away, he kissed you before you could complain. “I’m always as entranced as the first time I saw you.” He slowly kissed a path from your cheek, down your neck and your chest. “Always so sweet, too. I can never get enough of you.” You moaned and shivered when he traced a path up your thigh with a finger. “And you sound so sweet, too. Sing for me, mon amour.”

The same finger climbed higher, until it reached your clit, massaging gently. He kissed up your neck again, then right behind your ear, making you shiver and moan again. The familiar tension built inside him with each sound you made, but not with the usual intensity. It felt warm, but not searing hot like he was used to.

“We should get you ready, too.” You nudged him back, sitting up as he complied, then wrapped a hand around his member, stroking him gently. And you kissed him this time. A slow and sensual kiss, still intoxicating.

His hand slid back down, a finger pushing inside your heat. You were so ready, despite how little you had done. You had become so responsive to every little touch of his, every word. Not that he was any different. The more time you spent together, the more he desired you, and the easier his passion was triggered. Why did people say love and desire were the opposite?

Pushing you back down, he intertwined his fingers with yours, his body practically blanketing yours as he pushed into you, bringing your bodies as close as they could be.

Your passion tonight was like a dance, your bodies molding to each other, moving in harmony, hearts beating to the same rhythm as you held each other tight, gazing into each other’s eyes.

The sweet wave of ecstasy washed over him first. He moaned your name, closing his eyes and pressing his forehead to yours.

It didn’t take long for you to join him. He always loved the sound of his name when spoken by you, but there was something special about the soft, breathy way you called him now.

You two kissed, sharing the remainder of your passion while you both came down from your highs.

“Satisfied already?” You asked.

If he was being sincere, not really, especially not with how you were looking at him.

“Not if you keep looking at me like this. So sweet and seductive…” He kissed you, lying by your side and pulling you to his chest. “But you have been working so hard all week. I will let you rest.” The next kiss was placed over your eyelids. “I love you. Forever.”

Instead, he would give you what you wanted. A new step in your life together.

“I’m all yours.” You whispered back, kissing him. “Happy birthday.” You wished again.

He chuckled before his fangs sank into your neck. Your blood was sweet and warm in his mouth. Addicting. As much as the moans that escaped you, before your body went limp in his arms.

Pulling away from your neck, he kissed your forehead, hugging you tighter to his chest.

“Happy birthday to you too, princess. Thank you for loving me.”

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#visions of temptation 2023 #ikemen vampire #ikevamp comte #ikevamp #ikevamp smut #ikevamp fanfic #fanfiction

[doccywhomst]

hi, would you be able to help me? i need some big finish audio recs - i loved ringpullworld, and need more for an 8 hour car journey! turlough is my fave companion, and i really want to get into some of 8s stuff, but am up for anything!

eight hours!!! the ultimate Eight roadtrip. i would recommend his following individual episodes:

The Chimes of Midnight, Seasons of Fear, Neverland + Zagreus back to back, The Natural History of Fear, Caerdroia, Time Works, Human Resources, Orbis-

and i’m sure some cheeky bastards will say scherzo or minuet in hell, because they’re great, but they’re a bit intense to be trapped in a car with….. then again, if you run the zagreus double feature, know what you’re getting into.

i would also recommend these box sets!! each has a cohesive arc that spans four anthologies, each containing four audios (16 total), following the same general plot and characters:

Dark Eyes 1+2 will last you the whole trip, and you can listen to the rest on the way back. there’s lots of angst but it’s also very lovely at times, and molly is a very unique companion (Irish volunteer nurse from WWII, strong-willed and brave)

Doom Coalition 1+2 are also extremely good - it’s on the darker side of who but very well written, and liv and helen are WONDERFUL !!!!!

and SPEAKING of liv and helen, my favorite audios of all time might be from Stranded, which they grace our presence in. Stranded 1+2 are my TOP RECOMMENDATION - sorry for making you read the many tantalizing recommendations i put before this.

Stranded is very recent (2021ish) and has a very different tone from the older audios, in a good way. it’s in the title - eight is stuck on earth in this one with liv, helen, and the near-dead TARDIS, and he gets big-time cabin fever. his companions are adult women with fascinating backgrounds, and the people they encounter have incredible lives and secrets. it’s amazing. you agree. reblog.

anyways, i hope you have a super fun and chill drive!!! happy listening 🎵🎶🌄🚗☀️🕶️

#if you get to the chili powder scene - you’ll know the one - it’s maybe my favorite #ANYWAY no more spoilers #doctor who #eighth doctor #liv chenka #helen sinclair

[lisbeth-kk]

The soldier and the detective

It’s his fifth birthday and they’ve eaten cake, he’s got the best present ever, a microscope from his grandparents. He’s quite puzzled when his mother gives him another present, and hands a similar one to her father.

“What’s this, love?” her father asks.

“Yeah. Why does grandad get a present too when it’s my birthday?” the boy counters.

“Well, it’s because this present is meant for all three of you, and…”

“Is it your new book, Mum?” the boy asks while he tears at the paper.

“It is, William. Daddy’s done the illustrations this time,” she says and beams at her husband.

William’s excited and reveals the book, but frowns when he looks over at his grandad. He pulls at his mother’s sleeve.

“Mum, I don’t think grandad likes it,” he whispers.

Looking over at her father, she understands what her son means.

“It’s happy tears, Willliam,” she explains. “You see, the book is about him and papi.”

William looks at her astounded, then takes a closer look at the book. He reads the title slowly.

“The soldier and the detective,” he reads out loud. 

He flips through the pages and his eyes shine with excitement. He goes over to the sofa where his grandparents sit side by side, hand in hand now, both teary eyed.

“Have you been a soldier, grandad?” he asks and climbs into his lap.

“I have, William. A long time ago,” John answers.

“Before you met papi?”

“Yes, before that,” he agrees and glances over at Sherlock with a loving expression.

“Your grandad was a brave man, William,” Sherlock says fondly, leaning in to kiss John’s temple and ruffles William’s curls when he withdraws.

Sherlock stands and goes over to Rosie. He pulls her in for a tight hug.

“Thank you, Bee,” he murmurs. “How did you come up with this idea?”

Rosie looks up at her Papa and kisses his cheek.

“Well, it’s an homage to you and Dad, really. To thank you both for always believing in me. For giving me the best childhood. I’ve grown up with these stories on Dad’s blog, and I was, am, so proud of you both. Proud to be your daughter, and I thought that other children may enjoy these stories too. I have obviously moderated them somewhat, mind,” Rosie chuckles.

John joins them and gives his daughter a warm hug.

“Thanks, sweetheart. This is such a wonderful gift, and I’m quite astounded that you’ve managed to keep it a secret from Sherlock,” John says.

“I guess it’s lucky I don’t live with you anymore, or I wouldn’t have been able to do that. It helped immensely that you live down in Sussex now, too,” Rosie concludes.

Rosie reaches out for her husband hand and pulls him to her, kissing his palm.

“What do you think of Terry’s illustrations?” she asks her parents.

“From the glimpses I’ve seen thus far, you’ve captured all of it perfectly,” John says enthusiastically, and Sherlock concurs sincerely.

William interferes, bringing the book to show the adults something.

“It’s got all our names in it,” he exclaims gleefully. “I’ve counted five Watson’s!”

They all laugh at this.

“It was a coincidence, but quite satisfactory that you mother married a man already named Watson,” Sherlock muses.

“And my name has bigger letters than yours,” the five year old says quite content. “William Hamish Watson.”

No prompts the last couple of days, but I've been busy writing anyway. Today it's Constitution Day and this day is all about the children. When this story popped into my head, I knew I would make it a tribute of sorts to the way we celebrate this day.

@calaisreno @totallysilvergirl @notjustamumj @missdeliadili @topsyturvy-turtely @raina-at @meetinginsamarra @peanitbear

#sherlock fandom #sherlock fanfic #johnlock #sherlock #john watson #ao3 fanfic #rosie watson #may prompts #birthday #grandparents

[backtothedisaster]

Okay I'm brave enough to come off anon now I wanna hear more Fl4k/Zer0 thoughts from you

On their 'dates', do they ever have competitions about who can kill the most? If so, who wins more often? Or are they fairly evenly matched?

Fl4k has several pets....does Zer0 ever have casual suggestions for potential additions? Like, have they ever suggested something like "hey what if you got a stalker"?

Do either of them have a favorite 'date' they think back fondly on?

Have either of them ever actively hunted down a specific gun or shield to gift to the other?

Have any of their friends ever tried to encourage them to try to take the other on a more 'normal' kind of date?

Do you have any other random headcanons about either one you wanna share bc I'm here for that bro

Also I absolutely love the idea of "they never really 'officially' got together it just kinda happened" as well as the "courtship via gruesome presents like cats" it matches so well

BIG SMILE ok ok...here we go

On their 'dates', do they ever have competitions about who can kill the most? If so, who wins more often? Or are they fairly evenly matched? - omgg yes absolutely. i think theyre both evenly matched but EXTREMELY competitive. they absolutely place bets on who will win

Fl4k has several pets....does Zer0 ever have casual suggestions for potential additions? Like, have they ever suggested something like "hey what if you got a stalker"? - you know im not sure but speaking of stalkers specifically a stalker would be extremely thematically fitting (because of their cloaking abilities. also i just think stalkers are cool as fuck and super underrated) Gearbox take notes i know everything

Have any of their friends ever tried to encourage them to try to take the other on a more 'normal' kind of date? - i think moze absolutely tries to convince fl4k to go on double dates with her and amara. It doesnt work because they just dont get it (but im sure they humor her at least once) i also think earlier on in their relationshop moxxi tried to encourage zer0 to just talk to fl4k normally and zer0 is just kind of like Now why would i do that

Do you have any other random headcanons about either one you wanna share bc I'm here for that bro - yes ^_^ for zer0 specifically i think they are just. incredibly aloof and it takes them a very long time to get close to people in any meaningful way so while i think they are close friends with all of the bl2 vault hunters i think they were closest to maya because they both have a kind of understanding of being regarded as something not quite human (with maya being a siren who was brought up on athenas and zer0 being well. zer0)

continuing the theme of friendship i guess I think fl4k and moze are good friends. fl4k is not a machine built for combat so i think moze helps them if they need repairs after a long day and they kind of just became closer over time (im kind of biased because i played through bl3 as fl4k with my friend who played as moze. but still) personally i think the possibilities for interpersonal vault hunter relationships r quite literally endless and they need to be explored more I got a little off track but w/e

anyways back to fl4kzer0 this one is sillier but i think they use eachothers titles as terms of endearment. like "assassin" or "beastmaster" or just "vault hunter"

AS FOR THE OTHER 2 QUESTIONS...youll have to get back to me on those eventually i couldnt think of answers right now. but thank u so mcuh for this i had fun

#my post #ask #long post #borderlands #fl4k/zer0 #i had to think about these ones a lot more it was so fun

[glazedtrash721]

Beware, this is a LONG post!!

TW: a lil' scopophobia perhaps

So, you know how there's a boat load of Welcome Home AUs floating around?

Well, now there's one more!! (And even more given some time!)

Let me introduce you to my first Welcome Home AU:

Children's Hospital AU!!

In this AU, all of our lovely neighbors are staff at the town's local Children's Hospital, which is officially titled the "Healthy Home Children's Hospital", or HHCH for short! This AU doesn't really have any spooky or funky elements to it, as I was pretty desperate for ideas that haven't already been done when I thought of it. Although, this AU does serve its purpose in being very cute and wholesome, and I'm sure that it could make for some fun content!

Characters and more info can be found under the break!

By the way, these drawings are not to scale! I just made them so that they would fit on the page :/

Anyways...

Let us first start with the Doctors!

Doctors Darling, Joyful, and Frankly have bested too many years of medical school and are now here to take care of their young patients! Both Dr. Wally Darling and Dr. Julie Joyful are physicians, and they can be found buzzing around the hospital, tending to whoever needs it! Dr. Darling, with his calm and cool energy, is more often assigned to older and more anxious kids. Dr. Joyful, on the other hand, is often tasked with the care of younger children and babies with her more energetic and sweet personality. Dr. Frank Frankly is the surgeon of the group, and he excells with his steady hands and his thirst for knowledge and for solving problems! Dispite his grumpy appearance, the children find him a joy to see when he checks up on them before and after surgery!

Next, we have the Nurses!

Nurses Sally, Barnaby, and Howdy help make up the back bone of the hospital, and they are always on their toes helping those in need! Nurse Sally can typically be found in the ER, where her quick feet and her sunny disposition are a must have, though she can be found bouncing all over the hospital! Nurse Barnaby never fails to put a smile on a patient's face with his funny jokes, and he is a dream when someone needs a distraction from a needle or anything else that may be frightening them! Nurse Howdy is extremely handy with his four hands and arms, making him an amazing multi-tasker! He is also a master of hugs, and he is wonderful with calming down particularly upset patients. He and Barnaby are also often called on the occurrence where a patient (or even parent!) needs restrained, thanks to their size and even tempers!

Lastly, we have those with more miscellaneous jobs!

Mr. Eddie and Ms. Poppy also have important jobs that help the hospital and its patients! Eddie is the HHCH's trusty mailman! He takes gifts and letters from the mail room and gift shop and delivers them to their recipients. As he knows the hospital's layout like the back of his hand, he also often accompanys visitors and volunteers, such as those who bring therapy dogs and such! He also takes extra care to dress up on holidays and other occasions! Ms. Poppy is an Emotional Consultant, and she is there to help patients and their families make difficult decisions, usually regarding treatment. Still the nervous bird that she is, she still tries to put on a brave face and a warm smile to those who need a little extra guidance or reassurance.

They're all colorless now, but I'll probably add that soon lol.

Also, I haven't designed Home yet, but I imagine he'd be the Headmaster of the hospital or something similar? I may give him a design later on.

Anyways, that concludes my first Welcome Home AU! Feel free to ask for any specific info that you want me to elaborate on, and feel free to use these silly dudes in your own fan content, given that it's not sussy (NSFW in the sexual way), and that a lil' credit is given! Otherwise, go ham!

#welcome home #welcomehome #art #welcome home arg #welcome home au #au #my art #wally darling #julie joyful #frank frankly #welcome home wally #welcome home julie #welcome home frank #sally starlet #barnaby b beagle #howdy pillar #welcome home sally #welcome home barnaby #welcome home howdy #eddie dear #poppy partridge #welcome home eddie #welcome home poppy #these little sillies are in charge of your healthcare #your health is in their little puppet hands #imagine how many jokes howdy could charge you #man healthcare is so expensive I have to tell this caterpillar 105 498 knock knock jokes #welcome home children's hospital au #this is so many tags my golly

[ninjamomo]

kavetham hcs

as the title says; im having a brainrot of those two sillies so bear with me (i haven't written anything for ages now)

they listen to taylor swift (yes she exists in every world) together. kaveh sings “the way i loved you” to alhaitham; even though alhaitham says he doesn’t like it he actually loves when kaveh sings to him. ofc kaveh knows it

if someone ever asks alhaitham what he listens most throughout the day, he’d say some classical music. but the real answer is actually “enchanted” by taylor swift. its because this song reminds of kaveh. he is so whipped istg

whenever they’re both home, they cook together !! well i mean, its mostly haitham doing the cooking and kaveh just being pretty & him doing food-tasting.

after alhaitham became the grand sage, he tends to forget eating because of his workload. so kaveh brings him lunch to his office at the akademiya.

at first, alhaitham’s secretary would always ask him before they let kaveh in. but after some time, they just stopped asking & let kaveh come in without even lifting their head. kaveh was getting annoyed anyways lol

alhaitham is the only person who can interrupt kaveh while he is working & get his ass to home when he overworks himself. even though he has tons of workload; when the time gets late, haitham knows when to stop for the day. so he always finds kaveh completely drown in his work only to make him stop & have him take a break.

we all know that their bickering is famous all around sumeru. but after they got together, even though their bickering didn’t stop, the affectionate gestures has started.

still to this day, people of sumeru couldn’t find out if they are together or not. one day, a brave & a young soul tried to ask kaveh about their relationship status. kaveh being the cheeky mf, he answered his question with a question: “what do you think, huh?” he winked.

their friendgroup of course knows that they’re together but whenever they’re approached with the questions “are they together? , are they friends? do they still live together?” etc etc; they never respond to those questions.

one time tighnari would say “yes they are together” and the other time cyno would say “wdym, they are not together ofc”. kaveh and cyno are having way too much fun by confusing the poor souls.

yes they force tighnari and alhaitham to play along with their antics. yes i do not make the rules.

they go on picnic dates on weekends !!! sometimes they ask their friends to come, sometimes they just ask nahida & wanderer to accompany them. even though wanderer complains when he gets asked, he always agrees. he doesn’t have the heart to say no to nahida. (he loves spending time with kaveh & aihaitham idc. those four are a family together)

when kaveh brings his work to home, alhaitham accompanies him by reading his book while kaveh works. yes their love language is quality time.

kaveh gets jealous way too easily than haitham and he does not hold himself back to when it comes to showing his emotions. alhaitham may be the silent type but we all know that he is a one possesive fucker when it comes to kaveh.

he knows kaveh gets all the eyes on him whenever he enters the room. he also knows that kaveh loves the attention. but what he also knows is that kaveh loves his attention the most.

he knows how possesive alhaitham is, so some days (especially when he gets jealous of him) he tries alhaitham to his limits. we can all guess what happens when they get home after those days ;)

alhaitham braids kaveh’s hair !! they get into a routine & every morning haitham braids his hair. kaveh knows perfectly well how to style his hair but he loves when haitham is the one doing it.

alhaitham has softer hands when you compare them to kaveh’s. (yes kaveh takes perfect care of his hands but because of his job he can’t help but have more rough hands when he compares to haitham)

so kaveh loves playing with alhaitham’s hands. one can safely say that doing this calms his always-working mind. since kaveh loves it, alhaitham doesn’t mind being extra when it comes to his hands. he always keeps them soft for kaveh.

yes this also means that haitham is very capable with his hands.

whenever they argue, kaveh goes to cyno & tighnari for help. and alhaitham goes to nilou when he needs breath after their arguments. nilou always helps him calm his mind. sometimes she listens, sometimes she gives advices; she is always there for him. (yes i hc haitham & nilou as best friends)

nahida learns what true love actually means from them. i know this sounds cheesy as hell but this is the truth. they crash, they kiss, they fight, they make up, they make out. they’re each other’s biggest critics. they’re each other’s biggest fans & number one supporters. they’re each other’s home, comfort.

they’re just so silly together and so whipped for one another and they think they are being slick when it comes to pda. well, they are not. everyone loves hates them.

#genshin impact #genshin headcanons #genshin fluff #genshin alhaitham #genshin kaveh #kavetham #alkaveh #kaveh x alhaitham #kaveh hcs #alhaitham hcs #kavetham hcs #genshin fanfic #kaveh #alhaitham #alhaitham x kaveh

[yanderefairyangel]

Hello! Thanks for the quick response. Sorry that the link didn't seem to work. If you're still interested, the YouTube video is titled: "When Art Becomes an Obligation: a Critique of Fire Emblem Engage"

Thanks. So I did watched the video and thanks for asking my point of view.

Under the cut

I must say they do make good arguments and I found their retelling interesting. I appreciate that someone tried to voice what they dislike in Engage. That she also never used 3H as an example. And what she did around Lumera's death. I was impressed by how they took this scene to make it the center of the story.

However, when it comes to the critique itself, there are point were I agree, but I disagree with her on a whole. Allow me to explain.

First thing ... the summary she made is full of mistakes. She said that Alear learned from Lumera they were a Divine dragon when it's from Vander, said we "get rewarded with 2 rings" when in reality Alear and co have to get the second one from Bandits, forgot to mention that Alear in chapter 10 commited a grave strategical mistake and didn't knew Sombron was in until Marth warned them etc.

I agree that " a simple story that isn't mean to be taken seriously" is a bad argument to defend Engage... because it's literaly showing an insecure fan not capable of handling this sort of criticism even though a deep reading into the game story can give any fan actual arguments to answer to video essays like the one you quote me. So I'll try my best to stay as polite as possible.

So about Showing and not telling in Engage.... it's false but I'll come back on this as I actually express my point of view on them thinking the story just tell us that Alear is scared/coward and not showing. I also have a problem with her quoting how Nintendo had to intervene with Alear's writing subduing their fear and not taking that as an important piece of info because it is. It is. Anyway, currtently. Her first example is the first scene were we fight the Corrupted with the famous "let's run". I agree that this scene is weak because it was played for laugh rather then treating what turns out to be a deep trauma for what it is. The manga does a better job at showing Alear's fears and cowardice.

game :

Manga :

However, in both manga and game Alear "bravely fight the Corrupted anyway" because.. what did you wanted Alear to do ? Framme and Clanne were in danger. At the begining of the game, Framme has weaker stats then Clanne and he lost his weapon. Vander would not have been able to save them alone. The map cinematic shows Alear rejoining Vander, meaning that unlike Vander who was already on the map, Alear was left behind and decide to join them. Vander even warn them. In the manga too, despite being literaly to the point of fainting and being dragged by followers of Lumera to safety, Alear still fight to help a little girl that would have been killed by the Corrupted. With the difference that in the manga he gets his as beaten up. And in the game, it's a regular fight. I do think that maybe having added a dialogue of injuried Alear to remind us that they were asleep and thus weaker could have intensified the scene but calling it a contrivance when it was Alear having to put up a face to help people in need is... not a good arguments at all.

Also "if it was a side of his character, we would see him fail at least one at being brave"... while SHOWING clips of Chapter 10... you know chapter 10 ? That one time where Alear committed a GRAVE mistake ? Yes... this one time. That's WHY I disagree so strongly and have a bit of a problem taking this entire critique seriously. This is where Alear learns a lesson. Because this entire thing was a disaster and it's surprising she missed that when the entire Internet made fun of Alear's reaction. For context, Alear did not listen to Marth's advice and went into the Cathedral too confident. What happened ? Not only do they fail to save King Morion, but Veyle managed to steal their rings. ALL OF THEM. They lost all of their rings, and it's been shown multiple times that Alear is stronger with the Emblem, that's even what is giving them courage. In that scene, Alear is livid. They are literally having a mental breakdown. I though they were going to break into tears. And that's no wonder : Sombron literaly had half of the necessary ring to have his plan fufilled and Sombron is a threat to this world. Imagine that the big villain just managed to steal all the mac guffin you spend hours collecting and that are half the ammount of the number necessary to destroy the world. And I am surprised she did not realized how much of a mistake this was considering that the following maps without Emblems rings are brutal. I still recal that map in chapter 11, that was painful. And this shows that the gameplay took this incident seriously because it is. It's also on this occassion that Alear learns that while they do have to put a face and being brave, there is limit to being brave since it can lead to disaster like that. Lyn and Lucina even have a talk with Alear where Alear says that Lumera taught them to never run away, and Lyn and Lucina teach Alear there is a difference between running away in front of the enemy and retreating. That shows that Alear has consequences and does makes terrible mistakes and they do try to grow on it because, gets what ? Several maps later, when they return to Elusia... they say the EXACT same words Marth told them before the Cathedral flop. In chapter 20. The same words that Alear took lightly in chapter 10, they are now the one saying them, 10 chapters later. If that is not learning from a grave mistake, I don't know what it is. You can argue however you want that the game did not insisted enough on this, fact is that it is still there.

And again, this point is about Alear not growing. They do grow and they are actually failing at being mature once they lost the rings.

Moreover, speaking of Alear being scared of the Corrupted, the reason why it comes often is because of Alear's trauma. She herself acknowledge later in the video that Alear has a subconsious memory, and that's it. It's when playing the chapter 24 that we learn why Alear was so scared of the Corrupted and it's indeed shown. People will say "it's a support conversation and it's told" but no. Support conversation in Fire emblem are part of the storytelling and characterization. Alear and Diamant support. I have to say it but show don't tell in media doesn't manifest itself the same way depending on which media. The difference between the manga and the game is speaking on that. In a video game like Fire Emblem, you have to use dialogue and rely on the voice acting, whle keeping in mind that most of the earlier game were NOT FULLY VOICED leaving it to the dialogue to show. And yes, you can show through dialogue. How do you show that someone is scared ? easy, have them scream for help and run away. Which is what Alear did in the C support with Diamant.

Besides, when bringing up the Diamant and Alear support.... did she not realize it was precisely about how Alear doesn''t show sign of fear on the battlefield and that they explained to Diamant they mentally prepare themselves for it hence why it doesn't show ? The first moment of the story were about establishing that Alear is scared of the Corrupted, there are tons of dialogue about it. But in the rest of the story this support shows that Alear is actually pushing themselves in order to be able to fight as the Divine dragon to honor the promise they made with Lumera. Take it as this. Imagine you are very tired but you have a big essays to write. Even if you are tired, you are going to pull yourself along and write it. Alear does the same : even though they are scared, they push themselves so that they can actually help others as expected of them.

That side of them also appears in the cutscene, in the Veyle introduction, Alear was paralyzed by a Corrupted surprised attack and was getting on their guard when Veyle helped them. When they meet Lumera's creature, their first reaction is to scream "The Corrupted" indicating fear. I get that having Alear only says that they are scared doesnt give the impression that they show this but in Fire Emblem that's how things are. Cutscene and CG art are precious ressources that have to be used cleverly, they cannot do this for the entire game. The only ressort is to tell or to show through telling. Another problem is that they don't seem to take into account Alear's past live as a Fell child and while I get it due to Alear not regaining their entire memory... it still not a good arguments since Alear's body still remember the Corrupted. In fact, the music theme for the Corrupted being this unsettling and threatning is showing how Alear feals facing them. What's more, Alear's "cowardice" is even more striking when you compare their attitude to Veyle's. veyle openly defy Sombron many times and even fight the Corrupted. Alear was so emotionally broken that they could not defy Sombron. At all. Until they meet Lumera. They are also the only Fell child to fear them. Veyle fight them no problem. Rafal can make hundred of those and Nel even have them as a snack. Alear however ? They are scared to death.

Also, Timera in chapter 15 teases Alear with the story of the woman that talks in the ruin and they are so scared they don't even think "oh ! it must be the Emblem ring" instead they say "You did not needed to make sounds so real !!" indicating they were scared.

She also showed clips of Alear and Veyle's drama in chapter 15 and insist that Alear doesnt learn anything ? Really ? The one chapter where the player as the impression that Alear learns from their mistakes of having trust Veyle ? Because it is a character growth moment. Alear used to bound with Veyle, then they discover she is their mother's murderer, and the anger is vissible on their face which is a rare occassion fo the regualr model looking good for once and not bland. That's also a moment striking into the Veyle conflict since it reminds us that Alear has complicated feeling for Veyle when in chapter 17, they learn that she was manipulated and with the xenologue out, this makes the whole Rafal deal worse when you know that the xenologue is implied to take place somewhere after chapter 17. Yes, no.

I'll give you a bright example of the game showing and not telling and using telling as a form of showing. Past Alear. When we meet them in chapter 24, and in the jpn version, Past Alear speaks in hiragana. This is a speech used by child character. In the Fell xenologue, Young Nil and Nel speaks in hiragana too. They are like 10. Past Alear, a 17 year old teenager, speaks like they are 10. While delivering the lines emotionlessly, it creates an unsettling feeling as the hiragana makes them even more devoided of emotion but implies that Alear's mind is broken and was broken to a young state. When they meet our Alear, they mentioned their dead siblings. Past Alear knowing how each one died is a proof that they SAW their siblings dying and the fact they have the same speeches as a 10 year old child indicates it must have happened when they were very young and that it's the moment they got broken. Compare this to the cutscene in chapter 21-22. Alear greats Lumera with a bright smile, their voice is full of expression, their tone is tender, their eyes are sparkling, here the use of the hiragana shows Alear as the innocent child that was hidden behind the cold facaed they put. As a matter of fact, Alear was always forced into the story as well to put a facade since they had to help Alfred without having had the time to properly mourn her. In fact, they kept their head lowered until Alfred said something that caught their attention, if you recall. And it's also this one scene that is used to show how much Lumera was important to Alear, that makes the tears of chapter 3 make sense. Similarily, the fear of the Corrupted makes sense when you unlock chapter 24 (sadly). This is also what makes Alear accepting to become a Corrupted to safe the world striking. It's when you learn about that in chapter 24 that this decision in chapter 22 becomes, in retrospective, a sign of growth and a major character developpement on Alear's part. I don't care if someone goes "but they were amnesica so it doesn't count'. IT. DOES. Alear's past live is part of them, that's why in the game it's explored unlike Robin whose past live did not mattered compared to the new identity they forged. That's something that cannot be ignored when speaking of Alear. That's why they remain with red hair and red eyes. Their past is still an important part of their identity. Heck if chapter 24 occurs after the reviving as a Corrupted and Emblem it's for us and Alear to realize how far they have come by literaly seeing how they were before.

As for the Sombron child conflict, it's not resolved right on the spot. What ? I am not sure what she mean exactly but let's put thing back into context. Alear spend 10 chapter struggling to find rings and try to be worth as Divine dragon to honor Lumera and protect the world despite being amnesiac and a scared cat that is afraid of ghost stories. Alfred told them that they finally seemed to have achieved what they were looking for. They are confident and then what happens ? Griss bombed them with the nuke that they are Sombron's child and even provided an evidence. The invocations. And if you recall, in chapter 2, Lumera mentions that too, and her silence after that was telling as the reason why. It was a foreshadowing. REPLAYING the game 's story makes it clear that being Sombron's child was an important part of Alear's character, from the concept design to the little foreshadowing at the begining of the game. It's not there just to decoy, it was there from the START. That's why it felt like a natural progression to learn about it. As for the "yeah but it's resolved right away" yea... Alear was literaly gonna leave because they thought they were an impostor. The momen Sigurd told them they still had the power of Divine dragon, they face got lighted up like someone losing a heavy weight place on their chest. And when they ask the others if they will still follow Alear after learning the truth, all others still follows Alear but not because they are the Divine dragon unlike in the begining, but because they are Alear. And that Alear gained their trust and become what connected them, heck it's even a foreshadowing for the ring of the Connector !!!!!!

I can agree on that scene could have hit much harder but... that twist was always a thing (look at Alear's concept art, again)

Other point. The first cinematics. I repeat. In my full review, I mentionned how in this scene, Alear was fighting Sombron alone and that this was an idealized version of the same cutscene that occures later in chapter 22 with Alear fighting Sombron. @bluescreenl has observed that Alear was fighting Sombron all alone, @fayesdiary as observed that Alear's past self was stronger then our Alear because they had to rely all alone and on strengh alone to survive whereas our Alear has to gain their strengh from their allies, a strengh through bound. Past Alear live with Sombron's philosphoy vs Alear living thorugh their own philosophy. This cause Past Alear to commit a terrible mistake that would have taken their live. Whereas our Alear thorught the power of bound, becomes stronger then relying on strengh alone, and defeat Sombron successfully this time. I honestly think that the DLC shows this too since IsekaiAlear committed the same mistake as Past Alear, in a world where they died and could not come back. The tutorial fight is meant to parallel with the boss final fight with Alear fighting alone with Marth vs Alear fighting with all their friends and allies. This shows that Alear has learn the meaning of strengh through bound being stronger then strengh alone and the fact that this resonated through the gameplay yet that not once this video seems to adress it and is a missed opportunity.

Also, I know she jokes about not knowing why Zephia helped Alear and Veyle... she was joking right ? Zephia told Griss why she did it... to get back at Lord Sombron....that's it. Zephia also never "dropped the nuke" that she can control time. She nevers says what is the power of the crystal she gave Alear and Veyle. Just that it would help them get to the shard. It's only in playing chapter 24 of the hell that we discover that our teams traveled back 1 000 ago. That is inaccurate. She also did not seemed to realize that there is a difference between Hortensia's mind manipulation and Veyle's. Hortensia manipulated has no agency, deprived of her own free will. In Mauvier and Rosado's support, Mauvier reveals that the follower of Sombron would ressort to brainwashing, and in Hortensia's case, she is just using that technique. Veyle however, is victim of a spell that is amplifying her dragonic pulse in order to create a "fitting personality" for her since her current personality makes her disobeying Sombron. The difference lies into the fact that Veyle is meant to be used on a long term whereas Hortensia was momentary. From what is said about that spell when it comes to Veyle is that those dragonic impulse are from her Mage dragon side as Veyle is part mage dragon and that Zelestia and Mauvier's support revealed that Zephia destroyed her home because of her dragonic impulse being too poweful, like Veyle, and Zephia claim that she is using part of Sombron's power in chapter 17 to achieve this result. I do think that if the game could have explained a bit more the magic Zephia used, it would be more clear however there is no occasion plot wise to do that since Zephia never joins our part and that Zelestia's magic is weak... oh boi is it weak. She also acts like she doesn't know the difference between time rewind and time travel. To put it short, Time rewind is the same power as Byleth's Divine impulse and in Engage too, it is limited whereas Time travel allows the person's body to travel too and that' where the whole past double thing come in play. Why would Zephia use it knowing that even if she time traveled, she would still be bleeding ? To warn her past double while dying on the spot ? Moreover, it's obvious that Zephia wanted to die since to quote Griss, she could have turned her back on Sombron sooner but she did not, she choose to give up on her life and to die here since she would not have her baby, and therfore the undeying love and how am I suppose to take this seriously when it's yet another person that thinks Zephia is being redeemed here ? Her death scene insist on how she messed up and Alear and Veyle are not here which is pointed out so how am I supposed to think Zephia is being redeemed just because she realize she had the family she dreamed of right under her nose ? God, it's fire emblem. Only when it turns out that the female villain was brainwashed and manipulated and end up shoehorning her way into joining your party can you say they are being redeemed.

Also, it's from there that the "why didn't Alear killed Sombron criticism" comes from and many others bad takes !!! Well, because if Alear kills Sombron then their past self will never meet Lumera and therefore Alear will never become a Divine/Fell dragon hybrid and therfore our Alear will disappear nullifying the entire story ? Isn't that chanigng too much of history ??? No just me ?? Never heard of time paradox ?! ok.

Just saying : the entire reason why Awakening, other FE title that involved time travel had to rely on the multiverse was because they knew that logical conclusion of the grandfather paradox : Lucina and friends killing Grima would result in the destruction of their future and lead them to disappear because butterfly effect (lucina's animal spirit). Other example in Pandora Hearts, the hero have to stop the main antagonist from going back in time and changing one event else it will rewrite the entirety of history.

Well anyway, while I hate time loops and I hate that it's how they explained Alear and Lumera's meeting, Alear killing Sombron in going back in time is actually dumb since they would erase their current existence in the process seeing how changing past rewrites future. Besides that's completely useless to kill him in the past since Sombron is supposed to be killed in the past either way and is brough back to life at the begining of the game! So all it would cause is Alear to destroy their own past while Sombron would still come back to life later on !

On the Sombron bringing back Gradlon, i had to ask myself the question so I replayed the game and... yeah, he needed it to open the portals to other world.

Throwing the Emblems ... are you kidding me ? Sombron killed Alear, the only person that could summon Emblems to purge them of the evil power. Sombron also think her absorbed all of the Emblem power since no one knew that they had the Miracle power even though the game foreshadowed it and then explicitely told about it. But Sombron though he had absorbed their millenia power so once he had that, there was no utility for the rings. Alear dead, rings having no more power and then Veyle becoming evil again. Why do you think Sombron pulls a pikachu face upon seeing that not only Alear came back to life but that they became an Emblem ? That was a mistake on Sombron's part due to him being arrogant but also due to him seeing no reason to do so. He had what he wanted, Alear is dead and Veyle would get rid of Alear's friend even if Sombron still tasked Zephia, a guardian and a barried just in case.... but clearly, it's not like the game proved him wrong since when Alear came back as a Corrupted, they vanish due to having lost their life energy in the process, so if it were not for the miracle, Alear would have wasted their life just to summon Emblem again and that's it... Heck, when Sombron threw them, not only did we had to summon them again while fighting Veyle's Corrupted army, but we also had to collect them since they were scattered around and that the Emblems need to be reunited on the same spot to perform the Miracle. It was reckless of Sombron, but ... if I were in his shoes, I kinda get why I would have acted the same. The fact that the scene explain itself is....*sight* this really doesn't need to be rationalize because it was obvious. Alear dead, what could humans that can't summon Emblems do with it anyway, especially when Sombron got to absorb their powers ? His only mistake was to not know that the Miracle, a secret power, would be used to save Alear and Alear had to came back so summon Emblems for them to do it anyway

She also complains about the Emblem not being summoned outside of Elyos but the game does acknowledge this ? Marth, upon hearing about 0Emblem, says that they are surprised to hear about an Emblem being summoned in another world, because of how strange it is. But that's the point. That 0 Emblem was able to do that... what's confusing exactly ? And the Alear can summon Emblem anyway is explained... Marth said that when the portal would close, Emblems would disappear. When Alear tried to summon back the Emblems, they said that the portal is still open meaning that they are still opened enough to give them the possibility to do this. Sombron even opens more portal to summon dark Emblems for the others world like... pay attention to what the game says ?

And I am being frank but when she said "I didn't knew we could drive this thing" that where I stopped taking anything from this video seriously. Vander literaly explained it. Why do you think we can return to the Somniel at any moment. Divine Dragon control the Somniel. Pay attention to what the game says please.

The putting the ring in the Somniel is a weird point. It's invalidated by the fact that Lumera mentions how this was done for centuries by Divine dragon before her, so you could say it's just a tradition that is perpetuated an was never proven to be flawed. In short, since it always worked up until the game's event, Lumera saw no reason why in particular, this year, it would turn out to be a bad idea. It's like people assuming all swans are white until they meet a black swan. Lumera wa used to it and there was no problem when the other dragons did it, so how could she expect that someone woul try to attack her ... in a surprised attack that took place at night and was the first one Lythos castle had to face, dear God....also Lumera spend like 5 minutes explaining that the castle is safe and there was peace for like 1000 years so really, why putting them in the Somniel when Lythos castle is just as safe ? Maybe you'll know that...if you didn't bragged about how her exposition dump was boring

And that's this video that is the origins of "Why doesn't Veyle ressurect Marni or other character as Corrupted huh ?" BECAUSE HAVE YOU SEEN KING MORION?! Moreover Veyle has been crystal clear that the Corrupted all ends up fading anyway. Alear fasten the process of losing life energy due to the sumoning Emblem session. If Veyle were to bring back Marni as a Corrupted, she might not last long. As a matter of fact, Sombron having to make kids rather then relying on the Corrupted alone to have solider should prove it. When they are killed, they disappear right away. If they waste too much energy, they disappear right away. She also seems to forget that the Emblems, many times, discuss about ressurecting Lumera throught the Miracle but don't agree and could not do it anyway since only after Alear proved Corrupted don't last long when they do thing that waste life energy after summoning the 12 Emblems finally reunited for the first time ever during the entire game. You could argue the DLC contradicts that but I remind you we don't know how much time gap there is between Alear's death and Alear' arrival. We don't know if the Corrupted Roylas were there for days or weeks. Even then, Rafal is more powerful then Veyle and our Sombron since he can corrupt animal. I do think trying to explain more about how the Corrupted works would help, but the part about them disapperaing when they use too much energy was stated by Veyle and Veyle even states that the Emblem summoning only fastened the process.

Also... the peak performance about Veyle is just... *sight*. Veyle can already make Corrupted in a sophisticated way yk ? That's how she is able to bring back Alear as themselves. Rafal can do so too as a matter of fact. The reason why Sombron turned Morion into a lower grade Corrupted is because he just recovered. Remember ? Half of the game, he could not move because he had to feed on blood. Once he regained full energy and with the power of Emblems, he was able to make them better then when we see him in the game and the fact I am literaly quoting the game script to type this answer is all you need to know about it. The whole dragonic pulse isn't there to explain the Corrupted, but is at the core of Veyle's storyline into accomplishing herself in what she wants to be. The Helmet isn't there to make her being at her peak perfomance, but to kill her personality permanetly. That's why she ended up in the after life, and that if she decided to give up, she would have stayed there permantely. Only her consiousness was dying, not her soul so she could fight back since there was still time. I am wondering how can you manage to miss something this obvious, and the fact it's not the only obvious thing she missed is...depressing to say the least.

"The only reason why alear died again was because he summoned all the Emblem--" NO, precisley NO. Corrupted all ends up dying again if they waste their life energy, this was establsihed by Veyle herself in this very scene. Alear summoning the Emblem only fastened the process. God.... tell me it's not true.

SO THAT IS THE ONE RESPONSIBLE FOR MOCKING ALEAR'S DENIAL IN CHAPTER 10 WITH THE VEYLE TWIST!!! Cinemasins ways of saying you ignore the context of the scene... Alear is in denial and I already explained in this post that it was a localization thing. In this scene, in jpn, Veyle speaks differently. Usual Veyle speaks in a rather immature way although she uses kanji. Evil Veyle's speech makes her sound more dignified and ressembles that of Nel and Céline. It's more obvious in japanese due to the difference in language. I repeat but how a character speak is part of characterization. I already adressed this when mentioning Marni using boku or Rafal changing prounons. And I really feel bad for M!Alear's Eng VA for being this harsly criticized when he literaly reached peak performance in chapter 10. Poor guy

AND NO WAIT IT'S THERE THAT COMES FROM THE WHY NO ONE KNOWS ALEAR ?! Oh my God... BECAUSE PEOPLE DON'T WORSHIP ALEAR BUT DIVINE DRAGONS AS A WHOLE... It's been established several times. Zephia's surprise upon learning that Lumera had a child or Hortensia's dialogue... because when you learn that Alear was adopted, of course it makes sense that no one knows what they look like since they aren't a divine dragon, but a fell one and stayed asleep into the Somniel for 1 000 years. Was any member of our cast around 1 000 ago ? I don't think so. Lumera was busy watching over them as they sleep what ceremony do you want them to have ? Divine dragons are all worshipped because of their species, not because of their person. So it does makes sense that even if they don't know Alear, they would rever them anyway, because to them Alear is a divine dragon. That's it. In 3H, people have the exact same relationship to Sothis, where despite having portraits, no one knows how she looks like.. that's.. really not a good point at all, and Alear isn't even a god. Vander explained it : Dragon are revered as such because of their power but they are treated like the royalty that they are. Except people can make offering to them or pray to them and I already addressed that... The game is clear on who knew how Alear looked like and who didn't. Those who lived in Lythos and visited knows, those who didn't ignore how Alear lookd like, heck Elusian didn't even knew there were 2 Divine dragon and for good reasons. Alcryst didn't because he never went into Lythos. Firene is a pious country so both Royals would go. But in Brodia, only Diamant went to visit Alear as the First Prince. Alcryst did not. Why ? idk. The game doesn't explain why some characters did not visited, it only speficied those who had the occasion to do that and those who did not and we decuded that if they don't know Alear, they did not get to visit them. It's easier to specify which one visited into Lythos rather then the opposite because there isn't much of Engage cast who got the opportunity vs the few that could. It's likely that Alcryst was too young since Diamant said he went vist when he was a child. And also.. why does Alcryst not know what the neighboring prince looks like.. because Alfred took some time to recognize Alcryst as well ??? It's been established several times that the kingdom have little communication between each other. Alcryst and Alfred must have met like twice or thrice, it's not like they were best friends and Alfred said it was some time ago, Céline for instance said she was a child when this happen.... Why didn't Queen Eve told Alear how they look like... hm... because... who does that ? Just... this.. this argument is so ... bizare ??? Queen Eve had no idea that Alear and Alfred would took a delay and that Alcryst would get attacked by bandits and monster in the mean time but who who makes a detailled portrailed of someone who is supposed to be a guest ? Alear isn't a war prisonner or a criminal ?! Why aren't they walking with guards ?! Fire Emblemness aside, because Alfred and Alear were in allied territory, they didn't expected to be attacked by Alcryst

Also... my favorite part of the video was that she asked why Alcryst attacked them and did not checked first... while showing minutes ago a piece of dialogue of Alcryst explaining why. Because he was tensed from waiting and having crossed only bandits and beast to be honest Alcryst's reaction made more sense then people believing Alear right away when claming that they are the Divine dragon but welp, let that sink. And again, they were miles away when Alcryst shooted. And I really like how she says it's OOC of Alcryst even though many supports established that when necessary he has to act as the prince he is and knowing Alcryst, even if he did not shoot Alear (nearly) but simply asked them in a rather threatning way to identify themselves, Alcryst would have apologized anyway for having being too rude... And the next scene on the bridge, Alcryst is literaly standing against Hortensia and saying he will protect everyone

I could see on Alear's support being too repetetive but disagree with the take that because Alear is amnesiac they should not have a moral ground. Robin is all evidence needed. Amnesia is also part of memory loss, not entirely else I might ask myself why Alear can speaks. Besides some of those support takes place long after Alear already experienced quite a lot of events, such as the Hortensia one taking place after chapter 10. Great moment of grow from them. Moreover, Nel's support with Timerra (and seeing the video date, it's after the DLC so) establish as well as Zephia's dying moments that dragon due to their long live forgets stuff almost naturally. A little like us who cannot remember what happened before we were 3, and even then it's hard. Alear simply forget about what happened 1 000 ago but remained the same person, sole difference is that unlike 1 000 they are allowed to express it. About worshipp, what the game is saying... is that the character are heeds over Alear because they are a divine dragon but that they end up liking them and treating them as a friend after learning that Alear is normal because else, people would not appreciate Alear for who they are. And choosing Lindon who is the SOLE recruitable map ennemy when we know Lindon isn't happy with how Elusia become and wanted to rejoin Ivy and Hortensia to make a point is really a bad idea to so many level. It's dismissing Lindon's character. And what does that mean by "giving other character the spotlight" that already the case ?? Alear and Alfred's support shows Alfred's reckless side when it comes to helping his friends, with Framme we learn that faith is an important part of her life that helped her in sad moments, Hortensia did learn something since she genuinely thinks that cute stuff are important due to being spoiled, Citrinne is a rich kid and you even quote the one line showcasing that in the main story I...

(Slight edit on my part, but after checking ALL of Alear's support turns out that only 4 of them in reality involves worshipp. 2 if you consider that Merrin, Chloé and Citrinne acts like this with everyone)

Hnng, my head is starting to spin....

And the mercenary thing confuse me ? In their support with Yunaka didn't Alear ask them if she was a mercenary too ? Writers wat ?

Ahh, anyway, about Alear not knowing some things and knowing others, I would not blame it only on the amnesia.

I mean, when you realize that Alear was a Fell child, you might as well ask yourself if the actual reason why Alear was so ignorant about the world whereas only Fell world related things seems familiar might be that they were never taught anything in the first place. After all, Past Alear speak like a child. And Nel herself even though she comes from a different world mention several time that she isn't familiar with the humans, even in her world with comments such as in her gym session or when eating... so I don't see why I would blame it on Alear's amnesia in particular when addtional data seems to infer that Alear did not knew a lot of things even before memory loss.

Besides I don't recall us ever meeting a merc in the main story

I also have an impression that the author of the video doesn't accept the writing à rebours as a valid method of narration even though it's at the core of the thing. Bragging about Lumera's exposition being boring when it's full of foreshadowing showing the game knew it's ending and who is also an example of showing through telling is an example of that. I repeat. How a character speaks is part of showing and of their characterization. Despite the little time we have to know Lumera, she speaks and say those expostion dumping like a MOTHER so it does make me care which is why Engage is considered to have handled better the knowing mama then Fates and they are right because Mikoto got really easily forgotten when Lumera and Alear never having had to spend time together when they reunited is made more tragic by the later revelations. What happens after shows that Lumera was this important for Alear. The manga may not kill lumera but it still gave Alear a literal depression ... over a woman he doesn't know, confirming what I said about the writers intending for those moments to hit with full context. But God, for once we will agree that Lumera's first death should not be so long.

Also I haven't played Octopath Traveler 2, nor any of the series so I would not be able to give my thought but given that my searches lead me to a traditional RPG game a la Bravely Default... bad comparision. Really bad. Engage and Fire Emblem are SRPG. The gameplay is important in the story. Classic standards fire Emblem uses everthing they have to convey the story including the gameplay since the major part of FE is on the chess battlefield and not doing world hub even if Engage managed to balance it compared to 3H....brrr.... I get monastery flashback I HATE IT. But yeah, comparing game who have different gameplay is not good at all, because it's not taking into account that Units are here to expand the story to the battlefield. In my Engage analysis, I had to analyse not only support and story moments, but class choice, name of personal skills, the stats, the name of the freaking weapon and the fact that not once this video tackled on Engage's localization is also a problem, because at least THRICE I had to point out that thing that fans complained did not existed into the japanese text and just to give an example of how localization can ruin this. Rafal's weapon is Revanche, but the french localization decide to name it Vengeance even though those are different thing. Revanche is the act of giving back what someone did to you to the exact same amount by wining, for example, you lost a battle against an enemy and win against same enemy, which is part of his characterization as trying to take his revenge against the world that mocked him then against Sombron when he switched sides. Vengeance means that you are actively making someone pay for the bad that was done to a degree that is not proportional to that offense, but is more intense. For someone giving you a slap, you puch them 20 times. Which is complely missing out his character arc.

And oh boi she does mention the dream cutscense but fail to notice it is meant to parallel with the boss fight in order to show Alear's evolution ???? I... but she does say clever thing, however, it feels like she did not replay the game enough time nor tried to immerse herself into the story to get that....when the answer is just under your nose...

For the design... Well, I already shared my thoughts on it and I do wish I could redesign some but the fact that some of them do their job at communicating is even more saddening as to the design being a missed opportunity. Alfred and Celine's palette works but Celine's design isn't Fire emblem. So people are going to focus on that rather then the fact it makes sense in narrative. Like her being a princess from a rich country that has little experienence for war = rococo desgin. And impractical outfit on purpose. However, Engage does uses visual symbolism to get it's point across. Alear's story is felt in the design for Lythos vs Gradlon and in the music. For instance, I made that in one of my draft post, but the complentary between white for Lumera and Dark for Sombron also shows Alear's psyche of seeing Lumera has an angelic mother and Sombron as his worst fear and trauma.

I swear that if the author of the video had to force themselves into going through the story, I had to force myself for 4 hours (again, I watched it twice to make SURE I wouldn't miss any of her points) into hearing things that are either subjective, either blantalty showing they did not payed attention even if the last minutes about the rewriting was very refreshing but also showed that they missed some point about why some scene don't happen with Alear here or that the thematic of the game was already there...

I also have a problem with them complaining about contrivance and pointing things that aren't contrivance since game itself explains it. I can give you an example of actual plot hole in Engage. Elusia. Why did Lumera gave a ring to a country that worship her worst ennemy ? Seeing what the game says, it can only be attributed to the background of how Sombron became Gradlon's king and Elusia's deity, which is saddly never explained. That was right there, the FIRST THING I asked myself when Alfred told us about Elusia being Engage's Plegia and not ONCE DOES THIS VIDEO MENTIONS IT ??? Instead it nitcpicks stuff that can already be explained reasonably enough. And it started a trend of people repeating the thing she said without even thinking twice about it. God. And it's not even one that destroys the story since Elusia steals Byleth, Lucina and the Renais twins ring anyway, so them having other ring from the start felt just like an uncessary contradicting info.

( Edit : After checking the interviews for Engage's release turns out that it's explained Elusia got a ring because it used to worship the Divine dragon tribe)

And I am gonna be honest, as the video went on I started to doubt on their genuinety... I replayed the game enough time to knows how to answer to any of those critics because they base themselves on things that seems obvious. Sombron letting the rings because Alear is dead ? Obvious ! The game only mentioning the rare people that got to meet Alear and not those who never did because they are more of them ? Obvious ! And not even taking into account that design like Veyle and Alear are plot relevant and part of the characterization to generalize aroung the design that feels off or blatantly ignoring the music when gems like the Hound theme and the Corrupted theme exist, showing how those people feels to our character is just unbelievable.

Sorry if it took long... I really wrote all that. Thanks for asking me my thoughts. But honestly, even if Engage does need a bit of polish, there is really few thing in that video that would be relevant. It seems like there is a bad understanding of everything in the story like... saying that the dream cutscene never happened when this scene and the custscene in chapter 3 are actually 2 different vision from the same individual of the Chapter 22 scene that was cut out of it's context and seeing how the author admitted liking 3H's story, I am surprised she did not recognized that it was the same narrative tool as the main one used in 3H. I won't repeat myself. Engage is not a master piece, it has flaws, a clumsy writing, and a lot of things that need poilishing but really, no ammount of video critique will manage to convice me into thinking that this story is SO bad when it's at worst, mediocre and I strees that I mean it as in generic. Really. And probably too generic to be this bad.

Engage's story can be improved but every story can.

And also, there is nothing wrong with liking a game whose story is bad. I like Fates and sheet on it's story everyday. Same with Awakening and I did the same with Engage but there is no denying Engage does a better job at telling it's story then the last game we had and as more assets to it. I'll go deeper into all of this but I already made a too long answer for tumblr standards and I could still do it later or already did it in my previous posts. I am not even trying to say Engage is a well written*pasterpiece, because it's not... but it still does a good job a telling it's stories and is funnier to analyze.

But you should not feel ashamed of liking the game just because some people will make a point into explaining why they dislike it and other people enjoyed its story too. Anyway, I hope I did not sounded rude towards the author of the video (I also like to make the disclaim that i am a ESL so I might have expressed myself in a clusmy way) but there is just too many elements that feels like a superificial reading into the story and as someone who always ends up making deep dive into Engage trust me...there is reason why I named it "Fire Emblem Emotional damage" and even if it's a silly looking game with heavy handed writing at some parts, I loved it and enjoyed it's story a lot and I'll always maintain it's actually much deeper and passionate then this "obligation" nonsense. You can clearly feel that were was a ton of love put into that story.

#fire emblem engage #fe engage #fire emblem #fairy get asked #fire emblem emotional damage #i never made a post this long

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So for King of the Gerudo you brought up some world building ideas involving the Knights and Maiden titles being the highest honor someone can get, and the Champions being the first examples of non Hylians getting those titles. And as a fellow over thinker in world building, I just can't help but wonder about the different responses people would have to it.

How would the Hylians feel, would they feel it's more deserved and fine, given then Champions had helped save them all during the Calamity, or are there some spiteful ones who see it as an insult to Hylian customs and traditions. Has this spiraled into some people doubting Zelda's choice on the matter, thinking she's putting emotion over reason, choosing to give her friends better titles and disregard their traditions.

Or the Zora and the Rito, both of whom seem to be a little more honor bound. Would some of the more older Zora see it as a passive aggressive way for the Hyrulean Monarch to reiterate that their own Princess is below that of Zelda and the King of Hyrule, that a maiden is still one level below them? Would it lead to people questioning King Dorephan's more passive nature, that perhaps he isn't as outspoken for the Zora's 'honor'? How would the Rito respond to this, who seem to have a little more pride towards their dominion over the sky and their superior archery skills? Is it an insult that Revali was ranked alongside a princess, chieftain, and lord as if a way to cheaply elevate him, almost like a participation trophy?

Or how about some of the Yiga, noting how Impa was dubbed a Maiden but Kogha, in spite of his 'brave' defiance to Ganon, wasn't. Maybe now there are some Yiga who consider this a slight towards them, spawning a very small group of defecting Yiga going against the greater Yiga's reintegration into Hyrulesl's greater collective.

Idk, I'm definitely overthinking all of this and none of this needs answers or any thought put into it, but dang did my brain go a little overboard as I dreamed of this 😅

Oooh yes it’ll be a huge deal. I haven’t thought about the zora situation, but it makes perfect sense! It’s strange how Zelda and Rhoam seem to be of higher authority than Dorephan and mipha, and I think that with the status of a champion and a maiden, a lot of zora will be mad. Idk about the Rito tho, I think they’ll be happy that they’re finally out there, and some Rito may believe that they may be able to reach knighthood or maidenhood someday. But I know some will be upset that it was Revali to be called. But I won’t get into that drama UwU

Some Hylians will be VERY upset about all of this. The people already doubt Zelda’s ability to lead, and to see her accept non Hylians as knights and maidens will seem like breaking tradition, or even blasphemous. Now the soldiers who worked close to her won’t care. They saw how she led battling the calamity, and how she cared for each soldier, so they trust her. But a lot of people like the many gossipers will be upset. They’ll think that Hylians will never have a chance to be called as a knight or a maiden ever again (which isn’t true, those aren’t easy titles to achieve anyways).

Another thing is that it sorta breaks the mold. Knights are meant to parallel the hero, and tho he has a lot of magic, for a lot of incarnations like AOC link, he mostly just uses his fighting skills, not magic. And so to see knights that are proficient at magic will be a big deal, and many people will think that they’re not worthy of a knightly title because of it. Same thing with the maidens. Urbosa, Mipha, and Impa are magically gifted, but they are also very strong fighters. Take away their magic and they’ll still kick your butts. So many people that they’re not worthy of the title of a maiden because of that.

And the yiga…. Oh man… there will be drama with the yiga, and I’m sure a lot of them will be upset, but Impa never defied the Royal family, so she and Kogha’s situation aren’t similar enough to me to cause too much drama. It’s just another instance of the Sheikah being loved by the royal family and not the yiga (but the yiga kinda did that to themselves lol. But I have many thoughts on the yiga for sure)

But yeah overall mostly Hylians and zora will be offended by this. Everyone else may be excited that they’ll have a chance to reach knighthood and maidenhood.

#the people look up to Rhoam more so he’ll really try to take the heat of it all and tell people to calm down #but yeah drama ✨ #asks #king of the Gerudo