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fillinforlater · 6 months

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Phone Part 10: Return of the Angel +3

Male Reader x Kim Minju, Yeh Shuhua, Jung Eunbi (Eunha), Hwang Eunbi (SinB)

Length: 1550 words

Tags: strap-ons, lesbian sex, spitroasting, double penetration, overstimulation, loveless sex, voyeurism, watching, fingering thigh riding

TW: messy crazy bs

(A/N: this series randomly returns because I just needed to get this idea out of my system for good. This might be the conclusion to it, but probably not... well, maybe you send me some ideas to where this could lead up to.)

"I'll get going."

Bomi kisses your cheek, that sore cheek, sore like every patch of your skin, every bone in your body and every damn muscle, some of them you didn't even know could hurt before today. Hell, you don't even have the strength to give Bomi a proper goodbye, a weak wave is all you can muster up.

She'll not be mad at you. For what might have been either 15 or 150 minutes, you have taken turns on her and Shuhua's pussy—licking, fingering, fucking them until those tight caverns each got a big load in them. In the meantime, Minju has been their plaything. Especially Shuhua has this cruelty towards her "friend", edging her with fingers, reddening her thighs with extremely hard slaps and always promising that she'll get your cock—just to claim you with her pussy again.

You turn around when Bomi closes the door. Shuhua and Minju wrestle on the couch, the latter clearly outmatched when Shuhua puts her in a headlock with her thunder thighs. Minju tries to escape with licks on Shuhua's clit but can't find it—the nightmare of so many guys.

"Cut it out, you two," you groan, fingers on your temple.

"N-no," Minju whines. "Minju still needs cock, wants cum in her tummy!"

"I can't." Point at your limp dick, absolutely spent. "And I have a headache. At this point, I’ll start to hate sex. Fucking hell, I'll make myself tea."

"Oh, I have an idea," Shuhua smirks and reaches for her phone while you leave for the kitchen. Whatever it is, you don’t want to deal with it. You need something relaxing, something herbal, to heal all the soreness in your body. It’s incredible to think that there is something like too much sex. You’re really close to giving up on it, even though two nymphomaniacs have turned your house into sex hub.

“No, no, stay down. You’ll get cock soon,” you hear Shuhua belittle Minju, who just whines in her usual tone. She seems to not be a bit tired after all this.

“Well, it won’t be mine,” you shout back, watching the hot water fill your cup and turn the leaves into something magical.

“Yeah, I know, you’re basically useless at this point.” Ouch, that stings. “That’s why I called back up.”

“You what?!”

“They should be here any minute now.”

Shuhua is spot on. Before your tea is finished steeping, your door bursts open. But instead of a hung man, two rather petite women enter your house. Both have a bored look on their face and immediately get to undressing. Overcoats seem to be the shit right now, and no matter who comes through your front door, they always drop it on the floor.

“Uhm, hello?” you carefully greet them before remembering that this is your home, your kingdom! You can’t let strangers just walk in like they own the place. “This is kinda rude, you know?”

“Don’t care,” says the taller one with long, raven hair, dressed only in jeans. “We have business to do. Also, it’s rude to just stand there, naked, while two ladies walk in.” You blush and hide your crotch with the tea cup.

“We aren’t ladies, stop kidding yourself,” the other snarks back, while climbing out of her skirt. “I bet he is a good fuck, you shouldn’t kill your chances already.”

“Eh, I’ll think about it, but first—” Both girls suddenly pull out two strap-ons from God-knows-where and put them on with the casualness one would wear a fricking hat. The taller one hasn’t even removed her jeans, wearing the harness over it, while the other is fully naked and flaunts her butt at you.

“Yeah, I know, we got shit to do.” The short haired girl slaps her butt and you almost drop the cup when she walks past you with a wink. “Shuhua, where is this needy bitch? Or are you the needy bitch?”

“Oh, it’s so nice to see you, Eunbi and Eunbi,” Shuhua greets them and points at Minju, still trapped in between her fat thighs. “Look who I found.”

“She is insatiable. Incredible that he can still stand,” the shorter Eunbi says.

“Hm, maybe he is a good fuck. Anyways, we’ll try our best to keep her down,” the taller Eunbi says. The three conspirators try to agree on a strategy on how to fuck the angelic girl. You’ve become invisible in your own house, your entry to the living room goes largely unnoticed. Except for Minju who pouts at you when the two Eunbis lift her up and put her in a doggy position. The shorter one is below her, the other is ready to press the plastic cock into Minju’s puckered hole.

"Should we do it at the—nevermind, you're already in." The small Eunbi groans in annoyance, the other looks unapologetic and starts to rut slowly against Minju's butt. The long shaft forcing open Minju’s hole, paired with the denim on her sore, pink buttocks, must feel incredible and incredibly painful at the same time. Who knows which of the two makes Minju wail and moan more.

"Come on, Eunha, shove it in her sex," Shuhua urges on the Eunbi below as she excitedly stares at the unholy sight of fake cocks on ready holes. Her eyes mimic the camera lens for a porn shoot, while you're the director, watching the scene play out. Either way, it's good content.

"Minju's pussy, Minju's ass, so full!" Minju is loud, louder than before. Shuhua is having none of it.

"Shut up. SinB, make her stay quiet. And don't let her cum."

Two hands move to cover Minju's mouth, two cocks move in and out at a rapid pace, two sets of eyes watch on in awe. Satisfied with what crazy madness she has come up with, Shuhua sits down next to you and lazily jerks your cock with two fingers. Oh, that victorious smile, glassy, lewd eyes, you'd love to wipe it off her face.

"You like what you see? Now you don't have to do anything anymore."

"What was that about me being useless?" Grab her by the throat and spit in her face. She looks pissed, you love it. "I came in you, even when Minju was willing to do anything to get my load and now you're still cruel to her? Seems mildly unfair."

"And what are you gonna do about it? Fuck her, if you can."

Shuhua is bratty, but just as much as she is bratty, she is also light. You easily place her nude frame on your thigh, her still dripping, creaming heat right on your skin. She hisses and you tighten your grip on her throat.

"I'm going to make you cum—you know I can, it's super easy—but only if you tell those two friends of yours to make Minju cum until she passes out.”

“Fuck, bastard,” Shuhua hisses. With your thumb on her clit, this is easily the quietest and tamest she has been for hours. Her body twitches, an honest reaction to how much she is addicted to the mind-blowing orgasms you can get out of her. Such a small finger, yet she is squirming, contemplating, faltering.

“Those two are so cruel,” you tell Shuhua, nose deep in her greasy hair. “They fuck her so hard, just to pull out at the last moment. Why do you want to torture Minju so bad?”

“Be-because she needs to get to the-the point.”

“What point?”

“The point where sex is no fun. She can go forever. She will never stop, your—fuck—plan to make her p-pass out, useless.”

This explains a lot. The Angel is insatiable, her lust seems infinite, but Shuhua’s plan—won’t it make things worse? At some point, SinB and Eunha will have to stop and Minju will be more desperate than ever. She will wobble through the house, tackle you the second she sees you and will force your cock in her pussy no matter what. A true tragedy.

“Well, I don’t care,” you say and tug at one of Shuhua’s nipples, she bites her fingers. “You’ve been too greedy, time for her to—”

“Fuck, fine.

“SinB, don’t hold back. Eunha, suck her tits, overstimulate this bitch!”

“What?” the two ask in unison and disbelief.

“Do-don’t ask questions, please, just do it!”

The way the two purple plastic cocks move in and out of Minju with the sole goal of too much pleasure has you satisfied and in a new heat, your cock hardening slowly but surely. With an ever increasing rhythm, you move your thigh up and down and Shuhua starts to ride, her loudness increasing again. She is as close as Minju and it only takes SinB pulling those messed up oak strands, you to rub Shuhua’s clit, for them both to explode.

You focus not on Shuhua shuddering, shaking on you, but at Minju’s expression. Her eyes jump wide, then tears shoot out and flow down, just to be blocked by SinB’s hands on her mouth. She’d be so loud, words messier than her hair would fill the room. After this peak, both collapse. Shuhua meets the floor, Minju falls on top of Eunha, who still thrusts, even spanks the Angel’s ass.

You’re hard again. Where is this going to end?

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urtheoneiwant · 2 years

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Buckle Bunny of Sorts │ Rhett Abbott

Genre: SMUT with some fluff

Summary: From the insistence of a friend, you spend a night out on the town. But you run into your long time crush, Rhett Abbott, and he has something to tell you.

Warnings: SMUT! 18+ ONLY! P in v, oral sex (female receiving), small spit kink, dirty talk, degradation, praise, kinda dom!Rhett and sub!reader, use of term 'buckle bunny', pining, revealing feelings, unprotected sex, pull-out method (be smart! don't use pull-out method as a form of birth control irl), messy sex, pet names (bunny, baby), a smidge of sexism from the towns people? Written as a fem!reader. Just nasty, nasty filth.

Word Count: 5.6k

A/N: My first smut! Please be kind, I'm still very new to writing and especially smut. But I loved Outer Range and I saw someone post about wanting to be Rhett's buckle bunny and couldn't get this out of my head. I didn't want country girl (as I call her) to be an actually buckle bunny since they are sort of frowned upon (but I say you do you). So this is the idea I came up with instead. It took me forever to write this, but I'm pretty proud of it. In conclusion, I love Lewis Pullman and the characters he plays. Go watch Outer Range if you like Lewis, he's amazing in it and it is such a great show! Now I have to go bathe in holy water :) Oh and feel free to send in any request or thoughts you have about Top Gun or other characters. There is a list on my page of the main fandoms I'm into, but you can send whatever you want it and I've might have seen/read it. And you can always reach out to me for whatever (rants, ideas, links to articles about be we're obsessed with) Thanks for the support!

SMUT BELOW CUT. 18+ ONLY. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

(GIF is not mine)

Admittedly, you felt a bit stupid. In your head, this seemed like a good idea, but as the idea becomes a reality you mentally kick yourself for it.

You’ve grown up in Amelia county your entire life. And in a place like this, people tend to stick to their roots, inner circle, and cliques. That being said, you knew just about everyone in your town, and definitely knew every boy your age. The problem was that they knew you too. Growing up you were definitely an outcast. Spending all your free time working to help pay the bills didn’t give you many chances to make friends. You were boring, safe. You knew it. You weren’t anything to write home about. At least that’s what you told yourself.

Last week you sat with the one friend you managed to make throughout your time in school, Sadie, and spilled these thoughts to her.

“That’s bullshit honey, and you know it.” Leave it to Sadie to soften the blow. “I’m sorry, but you are beautiful, any guy would be lucky to have you. But you spend all your time holed up at work or with me. These guys haven’t got a proper look at you since you hit puberty, no wonder they don’t seem interested.” She lectured.

“Well, what am I supposed to do about that? Get all dolled up for a night on the town? Look around, it’d be ridiculous” You replied.

“Come on, let me take you out. Just throw on some daisy dukes, a risky top, and some nice boots. It’ll be fun. And I’ll personally beat the shit out of anyone who has anything bad to say. Please, please, please…” And you knew that when Sadie was like this, you had no choice but to give in. So you agreed, one night out.

And that’s how you found yourself in your apartment letting Sadie pick out your outfit. She refused to tell you where you both were going, claiming that she didn’t want you to “get scared off.” And after opening the door wearing a pair of worn-out jeans and mud-covered boots, Sadie pushed her way inside to make you change.

She rifled through your dresser before holding up the tiniest pair of shorts you own. “No way, those are from high school. I don't even think they’ll fit. Plus it’s late out, why would I want to wear shorts?” You tried to reason with her, you really did.

“They may not fit you like they did in high school, but that’s the point, honey. Just trust me this once. Everyone is going to be all over you.” She replied, and handed you the shorts. As you began to wiggle them up she quietly added “Oh, and Rhett’s going to be there.”

You froze in place, glaring at your friend. “WHAT? Oh my god. Oh my god. I can’t believe you.” Rhett fucking Abbott. The cowboy that you had been crushing on since middle school. Ever since the day he saw you walking home late after babysitting for a little cash and offered, no insisted, on walking you home. He was a few years ahead of you and happened to be friends with your older brother. Anytime he would come round your house to see your brother you would find yourself with your ear pressed to your door, trying to catch any of the words he was saying. Your eyes always seemed to wander outside your window to see if he was out back throwing a ball around with your brother. Once you even caught a glimpse of him shirtless after coming over to help your mom with some yard work.

Needless to say, your crush on Rhett didn’t get any better. In high school, you went out of your way to see him in the halls, or to accidentally run into him on your way home from work. You even went as far as to offer to tutor him in algebra, a class you yourself were failing. He wasn’t too keen on getting your help once your brother told him about that.

Now, Rhett had grown up and you had too. You would see him from time to time at the bar you worked at, always polite and asking about your family. And even now, you couldn’t help the butterflies that erupted whenever he was around. Some crushes just don’t go away.

“You’ve been into him since 8th grade! I can’t believe you haven’t made a move yet. It’s time to put your big girl panties on and do something. Hell, screw someone else for all I care. All I know is that if I have to watch you make puppy dog eyes at Rhett from across a room one more time, I’m going to lose my mind.” Sadie said. But that was the problem. No matter how many guys you went out with, or screwed, you always came back to Rhett. Honestly, you could see why it was so exhausting for your friend to watch all the time, it was a bit pathetic being a grown woman with a crush from middle school.

Deciding to listen to your friend and do something about your pining over him, you buttoned up your shorts and turned to look in the mirror. Sadie was right, they don’t fit as they did in high school. Where they used to be a bit loose on you, they now held on to every curve you had. Damn, when did you get an ass? Swallowing your nerves, you shoved your feet into your white boots that only appeared on special occasions. To top it off, you threw on an old flannel opting to tie it up and undo the top couple of buttons to let a bit of your cleavage spill out.

“Now, that is hot. He’s going to be drooling over you, just wait” Sadie hyped you up. She reached up and messed your hair up just a bit, giving it a wind-swept look before ushering you out to her truck.

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After driving for a half hour, Sadie pulled into a dirt parking lot. You saw lights flashing, and heard cheering coming from the stadium seats. She took you to a fucking rodeo. Dressed in booty shorts.

“This is a joke. I look like a goddamn buckle bunny for christ's sake.” You curse out to her. She has the audacity to simply smirk back and says,

“Bout time you start acting like one.” And with that, she was out of the car and walking towards the show. With no other option but to sit and stew in the truck all night, you reluctantly hop out too. You curse under your breath and begin to tell Sadie that this is the last time you go anywhere with her without knowing before what she had planned.

Walking into the crowd, you felt your throat dry. You could feel people staring and you swore you heard a whisper that said “Is that Bruce’s daughter, Y/N?”. Suddenly, you became very interested in kicking the gravel under your boots.

Sadie did her best to reassure you, grabbing your hand and weaving you to a back lot. The crowd was sparse back here, and it looked like most of the guys hanging around were bull riders getting ready. “I don’t think we should be back here,” you said into Sadie’s ear and moved to pull your hand out of her grasp. But before you could she whipped you back around.

“This is it Y/N. Scout out which one of these boys you’re going to be riding tonight” She said with a wink. You let your eyes briefly scan the group. None of them noticed you two seeing as you were tucked a ways away. You made out a few familiar faces but you had no desire to talk to, let alone seduce, any of these guys. As you opened your mouth to inform your friend of this, your eyes caught something. Not something, but someone.

Standing slightly turned away from you and chatting with some other rider, you saw Rhett. Maybe it was because you only got to see him in dim-lit bars nowadays, but you swore he somehow was more attractive than you remembered.

He wore a blue flannel with the sleeves rolled up, allowing you to see the veins run down his arms. You got a flash of the tattoo on his forearm, the one you imagined so often at night when thinking of him. He had his chaps on, the fringe down the sides fluttering ever so slightly in the wind. His signature black hat was perched on his head. At that moment, you swear you could’ve died.

You didn’t realize how long you had been staring until Sadie gave you a nudge. “Close your mouth or you’ll attract flies,” she said. It was then you noticed that you in fact had been standing there with your jaw on the floor admiring this man. Your eyes stayed locked on his figure as you gave him a once-over. God, he was gorgeous. Even with the layers of clothes he had on you could tell how lean and strong he was.

As your gaze made your way back up to his face, you were now looking right into his bright blue eyes. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He caught you. He fully caught you drooling over him. And just when it couldn’t get any worse, the fucker had a smirk plastered on his face and sent a wink your way. You averted your eyes and pretended you weren’t there, feeling a hot blush creep up your neck. But just when things couldn’t get any worse, you heard Sadie yell out, “Hey there Rhett”.

You silently prayed to the gods above that he wouldn’t walk over to you two, but it fell on deaf ears as you heard the crunch of gravel grow louder. Next thing you know he’s standing right smack in front of you. “Hi there Sadie, how’s your ma?” he asked, his southern drawl heavy.

“She’s well, thanks for asking. You know Y/N right? You were friends with her brother growing up” Sadie tried to segue. You forced yourself to bring your eyes up to meet his.

“Well of course I do, how could I forget a face as pretty as that?” Your eyes snapped to meet his. No way, there was no way Rhett Abbott was flirting with you. He was just being nice, that’s all.

“Oh um, hi. Good to see you.” You muttered out, full of nerves. Sadie cleared her throat and you thought back to her earlier lecture. Maybe it was finally time for you to get out there. Stop playing it so safe all the time. Stop feeling so sorry for yourself. So with some more confidence mustered you blurted out “I hope you do good tonight. I’m sure you will.”

Without missing a beat he responded, “Oh now that I know you’re here I definitely will. Always ride better when I know a gorgeous girl like you is watching.” His words sent heat blooming between your thighs. Fully committing to the act you took a step toward him and leaned up onto your toes to whisper in his ear.

“Well if you win, we’ll have to celebrate. Why don’t you come to find me after you finish up? Let me give you a victory prize.” You did your best to put on the most sultry voice you had. And despite the confidence you were exuding, you were scared shitless deep down. As soon as the words left your mouth, you were off. You swayed your hips a bit as you went to find a seat, knowing that he would be looking.

You didn’t dare look back until you reached the arena seats. Sadie guided you to sit down amongst the crowd, all waiting for the show to begin. And just as she opened her mouth to ask you what happened you whisper out “I think I’m going to be sick.”

“Oh come on, I’m sure it wasn’t that bad at all.” She whispered trying to not draw any attention.

“Oh no. It was bad. Very very very bad. Can’t show my face around here again bad. Have to leave the country bad.” You felt bile rise up in your throat. You turn to your friend and recount to her what you had just told the man of your dreams. It was like word vomit, you couldn’t stop freaking out and rambling.

“Y/N. STOP. Take a breath. The worst case he says no, he leaves once he’s done tonight. At least you know you tried. But you’re forgetting that he could be just as into you. And from the way he was talking it sounds like he is. So it’s going to be fine. He’s fine, you’re fine. All we can do is sit and try to enjoy the show.” Sadie reasoned with you. And you knew she was right. So you sat there, ass freezing from the cool metal bleachers. The more you thought about her words, the more you were able to calm yourself down. What’s done is done, and you rather be rejected than never know.

The soothing mindset you were in came crashing down the second Rhett’s name rang out. He was heading out for his final ride of the night. You felt your mind go blank and body numb as you focused on the arena in front of you. Honestly, you knew very little about bull riding but the way his muscles strained and body twisted was enough to keep you interested. Timed seemed to slow as you stared at him squeezing his hips to stay on the bucking bull.

After what felt like minutes of him being tossed around, you gasped as he was uprooted from his saddle. You knew that was bound to happen with any bull riding venture, but it still startled you to see him thrown about like that. He was yanked up and led out of the arena until the bull was wrangled. When he walked back out, your tension eased seeing he was unharmed.

You locked eyes on the scoreboard and nearly fell out of your chair when you saw his score. He won, holy shit he won. You were on your feet in an instant, screaming your head off. You felt a rush of pride for him, knowing how much his bull riding meant to him. Sadie jumped with you, and you were sure you were the loudest there.

After yelling for much too long to be appropriate, Sadie gave your arm a tug. “Come on” and you, still being in a blissed-out state, let her take you back to where you first ran into Rhett that night. You looked around in the dark, eyes wide anticipating what would happen next. A chill ran up your spine as you thought about your earlier promise to Rhett if he won. Startled out of your thoughts, you heard the sound of whooping and cheers from some men around you. Cranking your neck around you spotted him.

He was caked in dirt and his sleeves were hastily pushed up, hat askew on his head that was tilted back with a wide grin. Your mouth ran dry as butterflies erupted inside you. His eyes began to scan the small crowd of people before landing on you. Burning with embarrassment and admittedly desire, you shifted your eyes elsewhere. But soon enough, you heard that all too familiar voice. “Hey there ladies.”

“Hey Rhett, congrats on the big win. Y/N and I were cheering you on” Sadie said.

“Oh, I bet y’all were. Hey Y/N, can I talk to you real quick?” Rhett turned and asked you.

With a nod of your head, he gently took your hand and pulled you under a nearby tree. Still too shy to make eye contact, he brushed his hand under your jaw and turned you to look into his blue eyes. “You know I don’t expect anything. If you want to act like nothing happened earl-”

“No” you rush out. “No, I mean I want to. If you do.” Talking to just him and him alone felt so much easier. You felt your confidence grow back and expectantly looked at him.

“Well darlin’ I would want nothing more. You want to go back to your place for a bit?” He questioned, still being gentle with you as to give you an out if you changed your mind.

“Yes please,” you murmur. You felt as though you were floating when he wrapped a strong arm around your waist and led you back over to Sadie.

“Hey Sadie, you alright if I take Y/N home? Just figure it would be nice for us to catch up.”

“Oh, sure! By all means, go ‘catch up’” Sadie had the cockiest smirk plastered on her face, and while you wanted to be mad at her for it you also know she was the whole reason you were going home with Rhett Abbott tonight.

Walking out to the parking lot, Rhett keeps his arm firmly around your midsection till you arrive at his truck. He opens the passenger door for you before walking around and getting in himself. The roar of the engine coming to life jolts you forward a bit, remembering that you were in fact about to go home and get railed by the hottest cowboy you’ve ever seen.

“What are you thinking about Bunny?” Rhett can tell you were getting lost in thought.

“What did you call me?” Surprised by the nickname and the way it made you clench your thighs even tighter.

“Bunny. You look like a buckle bunny in that getup. But it’s cute, I like it on you.” He answered honestly. On any other occasion, you would’ve been pissed that someone thought of you as a buckle bunny. You grew up on a ranch in rural Wyoming, you were the farthest thing from a buckle bunny possible. But the way Rhett talked about you made you melt.

“Oh yeah. Blame Sadie. Wanted me to get myself out there more I guess.” You replied chewing on your bottom lip.

“Well, it was definitely nice to see you outside of the bar you work at. I’ve been wanting to talk to you for the longest time but I felt weird bothering you at work.” You whipped your head around at the confession.

Staring at his side profile as he continued to drive, “That’s nice of you to say, but it’s okay you don’t have to lie.” You didn’t believe it. That a man like Rhett would be interested in talking to someone like you.

“I’m not lying. I’ve always kinda liked you. But I guess I just never acted on them. And I know we’re on our way to your place so I can rail the shit outta ya, but I’m not just interested in sex from you. Let me take you out one night? It took me long enough to make a move on you, don’t make me wait any longer.” He said with the utmost sincerity. You were stunned. Shocked. All this time you two idiots both liked each other, and it was a rodeo and a plotting friend to finally make you realize it.

“I would like that. A lot.” You smile up at him as you pull into the parking lot of your apartment complex.

Cutting off the engine, Rhett runs around to open your car door. Always a gentleman. You laced your fingers with his as you tug him upstairs to your place. You feel him placing teasing kisses on your neck and jaw when he can reach you. You giggle, moving even faster to get up the 3 flights of stairs.

When you reach the door of your apartment, you fumble around looking for your keys in your purse. When you manage to grab them, you pull them out with shaking hands cursing as they fall to the ground. Before you could bend down to retrieve them, Rhett already has them scooped up. He chuckles softly before resting his hand on your shoulder and rubbing your arm soothingly.

“You don’t need to be nervous Bunny. But I want to ask you again, are you okay with this?” He asks kindly, eyes soft and hands warm.

“More than okay.” And you pull him down by his shirt to crash your lips onto his. It was messy and desperate. Teeth clashed and tongues battled for dominance. You slid your hands up Rhett’s neck and into the curls at the back of his head tugging softly. His one arm wrapped around you and pulled you impossibly closer to his body. You recognize the faint jingle of keys through your fuzzy headspace and realize he was unlocking your front door with his tongue down your throat.

The door soon swung open and Rhett began to push your intertwined bodies inside. Stumbling in, you hear a door slam behind you before he has you pushed against a wall. His leg came in between yours, knee and thigh pressing up into your core. You let out a whine into the kiss, the feeling of him making you even wetter. In fact, you were sure you were absolutely drenched.

Seemingly reading your mind, Rhett broke the kiss to ask, “How wet are you Bunny? How wet does the idea of my cock have you? Bet you were sitting in those stands all night just soaking wet.” You merely moan in response, your brain not working fast enough to form actual words. Rhett brings his lips to your neck biting and sucking hickies into your smooth skin. You run your hands down his back to the hem of his shirt. Too impatient to unbutton his top, he leans back and pulls it over his head.

You knew Rhett was strong. After years of working at the ranch and bull riding, you expected him to be pretty muscular. But the actual sight of his abs, sharp and all edges, makes your mouth water. You tentatively place a hand on his toned chest. God, it looked like his body was made of chiseled marble. Under your hand, you feel his warmth radiating and the steady beat of his heart. When you force yourself to pull your eyes up to his, he says “Your turn.”

He places his hands on the bottom of your shirt, eyes silently asking if he could take it off. Your hands reach down and cover his, urging him to swiftly remove your top. His eyes immediately move to your breast, covered in the white lace of your bra (if you could even call the small scrap of fabric that). You hear a faint groan come from him before he ducks his head down. Placing open mouth kisses along the top of your tits, he brings his right hand up to palm your breast and roll your nipple. His mouth goes lower and latches onto the other nipple through the lace of your bra.

Your fingers tangle into his hair, pulling him closer to you. It’s not enough. You’ll never have enough of him. Soft moans tumble past your lips and Rhett takes this a cue to keep going. Eventually he pulls off and uses a hand to unclasp your bra as it falls to the ground. Getting a full view of your tits, Rhett brings both his hands to them and gives them one last squeeze before kissing your lips once again. Getting frustrated and wanting, no needing, more you drag your hand to his ripped figure. Your fingers trailed down the wide expanse of his chest and trace down his happy trail until you reach the waistband of his jeans. Popping the button and pulling down the zipper, Rhett helps you by tugging his jeans down as fast as he can. He kicks them off, leaving him in his tight boxer briefs. A tent is growing in them and you let out a gulp at the size of him.

“Don't be scared honey, I’ll stretch you real good before I fill you up” his voice fills the air. Excited at the idea, you grab his arm and drag him farther into your apartment and to your bedroom. You pull him in front of you and push him down on the bed causing him to look up at you. Reaching to your shorts, you nearly rip down your legs ready for him to touch you. Before you can pull your panties down, Rhett reaches out to them. He rubs his calloused hands over your hips and yanks you so you have no option but to straddle his figure. “Bunny, with panties like that I don’t think I could stand you not wearing them as I fuck you.”

You whimper at his words alone and he lets out a chuckle. He runs hands up your back and suddenly you are flipped over onto your back, Rhett now looming over you. Scooting down the bed, Rhett's face lands between your legs throwing them over his shoulders. He moans when he sees the wet spot that seems to be growing on your panties, landing wet kisses on your inner thighs. You think how could someone make a sound so beautiful. But you are quickly pulled from this as he tugs your pink panties to the side and takes in the full view of you. His eyes darken and he rasps out “Holy shit baby, you are so goddamn hot. I might come in my fucking boxers,” and he subtly grinds his hips into the mattress in attempt to get some much needed friction. Opening your mouth to make some teasing comment, you instead let out a cry as Rhett licks a bold stripe up your pussy. He lands on your clit, tongue moving in figure eights over top. For the second time that night, you find yourself pulling Rhett by his hair closer to you. He then alternates between lightly fucking his tongue into your dripping hole and brutally attacking your clit. The duality of pleasure causes your eyes to roll to the back of your head.

Rhett places the tip of his finger at your entrance, sliding it up and down through your folds first to get it slicked up. He breaches your entrance and your toes curl as he slides knuckle deep. “Fuck, oh my god Rhett please please, keep going,” pathetic pleas fall from you. You feel him adjust his thick digit in you until he finds that spongy spot that has your back arching. “Right there- right fucking there.” Any other night you would be embarrassed that someone has you so close to coming with one finger, but right now you could care less, only able to focus on the increasing burn in your stomach.

You can practically feel Rhett smirk against you as he eases a second finger into you, again going directly to that sweet spot inside you. He begins to thrust his fingers in and out of you, still using his mouth to suckle your clit. You are screaming in pleasure, babbles of “please” and “don’t stop” leaving your mouth. The coil inside of you is close to snapping. You are so close, so unbelievably blissed out. “I’m gonna cum Rhett. I’m so close” you speak out in warning.

But just as close to the edge as you were, all the pleasure you felt was quickly ripped from you as Rhett removed himself from you. You glare down, sweat dripping down your forehead. “What? Why did you stop?” you croak out, voice already strained from your screaming.

“Oh Bunny. I want the first time you cum to be on my cock.” Rhett responds and leans up to place a hot kiss on your mouth. You deepen the kiss, wanting more of him. You can taste yourself on his mouth and soon he pulls back to say “You like that dirty girl? Like the taste of your sweet pussy? You should, it’s the best pussy I’ve ever got my mouth on.” You feel yourself clench at his dirty talk, managing to turn you on even more. You whimper and try to buck your hips up to encourage him to do something, do anything. Instead he just laughs, “Oh you are so desperate Bunny. Need me to fuck your tight pussy, make you cum so hard you can only yell out my name. Don’t worry Bunny, I’ve got you.” As he speaks he wiggles himself out of his boxers, hard cock slapping his tanned abs.

He props himself onto his forearms and brings a hand to his mouth. Your eyes widen as he spits into his hand and reaches down to pump himself a few times. Noticing your reaction he looks at you. “Open your mouth” and you obey, sticking your tongue out for good measure. You feel something wet hit your mouth before you process that he just spit into it. Rhett Abbott just spit in your mouth. And you swallowed, savoring the taste of him. “Good Bunny” he says into your ear.

“Rhett. Fuck me.” You whine out. Now it’s his turn to moan, finally sheathing his cock into your cunt. You gasp at the stretch and he waits a few moments for you to adjust. After a second you whimper out “Move please.” And Rhett doesn’t need to be asked twice, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming back inside you. The force of his thrusts push you up the bed despite Rhett’s bruising grip on your hips.

“You feel so good baby. Squeezing me so tight. Best fucking pussy.” he praises and you clench around him. “Oh baby, you love when I talk dirty. When I tell you how amazing this cunt is. Going to make it mine, never letting anyone else near my pussy again.” You are pathetically whining and thrashing. Your nails are raking down his back, surely leaving welts in their wake. He clashes his lips onto yours and picks up his pace. The brutal fucking makes you feel like you’re floating. He licks into your mouth as you let out a steady set of moans and cries.

Just when you think things can’t get any better, Rhett snakes his hand down to rub tight circles into your clit. Paired with his cock repeatedly hitting the sweet spot inside you, you know the knot in your tummy is starting to unravel.

“Rhett” you whine, “Rhett, I’m so close.”

“Come on baby, make a mess on my dick. Wanna feel you cum” He responds.

Clamping down on him, you are brought even closer to the edge. Eyes tightly shut, you turn your head to the side and let out a moan louder than you thought was possible. No one had ever made you feel this good before. You couldn’t even believe that it was the man you had been crushing on for years that was in your bed, in your pussy. And with that reminder of who it was that was fucking you better than you’ve been fucked before, you saw white behind your eyelids. As you reached your peak, heat spreading all the way through you, you couldn’t help but yell out, “Cum Rhett, let me make you feel good. Wanna be good for you, only for you.”

Unable to resist your fucked out babbles, Rhett ruts into you. Once he knows you’ve finished riding out your orgasm he pulls out from you. Furiously fisitng his cock, he groans out reaching his own release. White ropes of his seed spurt out and land across your tits and you mewl out at the warm, sticky substance coating you. Teasingly, to bring two fingers down to swipe through his release and bring them up to your mouth. You suck on the cum from your fingers, loudly moaning at the salty taste. Both panting hard, Rhett adjusts your panties back, flops over and lays next to you. “Shit y/n. That was amazing. Was it good for you?” And you blink hard through your fuzzy mind searching for a response.

“So good. The best, I think you succeed. Definitely ruined anyone else for me.” Rhett laughs at that. Abruptly, you are filled with a new feeling. It’s warm, cozy. You blush and you realize just how much you have fallen for this cowboy next to you.

You get lost in the idea that this is the start of something real between you two. No longer will you have to pine for him from afar. He likes you, he wants to be with you. You are consumed by him, forever connected you think. No matter what, he’ll always be there. He’s not leaving. And it’s that thought that brings you so much happiness and lets your body relax completely.

A wet towel between the valley of your breasts pulls you from the daydream. Rhett has at some point gotten up and found something to clean you two with. You melt, heart softening at how kind and caring he was being. God, you were so lucky.

The two of you cuddle up and spend the next hour talking about random things. Your favorite movies, what your go to karaoke song is, what you plan to do in the future. And it is easy, it’s the easiest thing you’ve ever done. And when your eyelids become heavy, you find yourself slipping into a peaceful sleep listening to the beat of Rhett’s heart.

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Hey Dutch I wonder why I keep seeing some fans say cloud kiss to tifa was hollow ? I guess u call them cleriths or something I knew to all this and just learn about a ship war? Do you believe hollow since he not himself and would the real clown ever try to kiss a girl

Honestly, it's just them coping. Sorry if that's a boring answer, but that's really all it is and I can't paint it in a better light than that, every Clerith response you've seen to the kiss....is the definition of coping. You have to remember some people have been believing that FFVII is the tragic love story of Aerith and Cloud, and that Tifa is "just a friend", for 27 years now. The proper application of critical thought is to look at the evidence and see to which conclusion it leads. These people have started with the conclusion, and then have to force fit the evidence to lead to the place they want it to. Problem is, the more evidence comes out, the harder it is to get it all to fit, so they have to twist and bash it into place. Which is why you get some very bad takes from one side of this argument. Why is Tifa always denigrated? Because Tifa represents an existential crisis to the Clerith world view in a way that Aerith doesn't for Clotis. Same thing with Zack. The reason Cleriths call the kiss Hollow, or say it's optional, or whatever their next plan of attack is, is simply this.

SE decided to give Cloud and Tifa a kiss, and for Clerith to happen, Cloud can't have genuine feelings for Tifa, since she's the one who'll be living with him. So the kiss will have to be twisted and undermined.

But the thing is of course, that no amount of ad hoc rationalization can change the fact that SE CHOSE to give Tifa and Cloud a kiss. It wasn't "braindamaged and confused Cloud" that chose to kiss Tifa, it were the developers. And the question they really have to ask is "why?". Would SE choose to have Cloud kissing Tifa? To illustrate how heartbroken he is over Aerith having feelings for Zack? Are Cleriths really that deluded about how SE would treat its characters? (yes they are, they are that deluded, but they shouldn't be). Or did they decide to show Cloud kissing Tifa because....there is an obvious growing romance between Cloud and Tifa? SE COULD have chosen to give a kiss to Aerith....but they didn't...instead they first gave Aerith and Cloud a scene where Aerith asks him to indulge her fantasies, and then one where Aerith is unsuccessfully trying to recreate her time with another man, and finally a scene of her confirming that while she likes Cloud, there is "like, and like like". Tifa in contrast confirmed that she specifically "like liked" Cloud SEVEN years before the game even started. Aerith at best was still trying to figure that out when she was dying. And at worst (and more realistically) discovered in death that "No, it wasn't like like", which the mere fact that she even had to ask, kinda already betrays what the answer is.

#cloti #ffvii #ffvii remake #ffvii rebirth #cloud strife #tifa lockhart #ff7 #shipping #aerith gainsborough

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𝗣𝗿𝗲𝘆 •︎ Il Dottore x Male Reader

This is Chapter 1. You can read the prologue here. Or the full book here.

"What this is magnificent..." was all Dottore could utter as he wandered around in the forsaken temple. The temple was in pristine shape, considering it was abandoned and deep underneath Sumeru's golden sands you'd think the sacred place would be damaged. Yet it was in perfect shape. Dottore could not help but touch the pillars of the entrance. Between the pointed arches, flying buttresses, and the ribbed vaults. Dottore was left in awe. He took in the sheer majesty of these marble walls and pillars.

"Lord Dottore? Shall we move on?" Interrupted the Fatui captain.

"Give me a minute, woman."

"A-apologies I-"

"Stop your buffoonery, Viva. Let us move on." Dottore huffed as he began walking down the grey marble halls. The walls were dripping with secrets and power, and Dottore was planning to get to the bottom of it.

Every step the two took made them tremble, maybe it was the excitement, or maybe it was the feeling of such a strong presence in the temple. Whatever it was, it made them shiver with anticipation.

With great anticipation, Dottore walked up to the stone doors and stopped to admire them. The stone doors had a garden carved into them and were in pristine shape. Dottore ran his fingers against the doors before clearing his throat and pushing the doors open.

As Dottore walked into what looked like a sanctuary, it was dark and dimly lit, the only thing providing light was two candlesticks that held purple flames. The candlesticks were on the sides of a 10ft statue of an elven woman. The statue looked so real as if an elven woman had turned to stone amidst her dance. In one hand she held an empty lantern while in the other hand held a blade. The elven woman was beautiful, with long hair that touched the ground, and tattoos that covered her body.

Said tattoos looked like markings or more like a foreign language to Dottore. Or maybe he was reading too far into this.

Dottore, as he moved to approach the statue, something on the floor of the sanctuary caught his eye. A purple chalk circle, that is behind the statue.

Dottore moved the candlestick on the left side to the chalk circle so it would form an 'L' with the statue and other candle. As soon as it happened the two candles blazed a hundred times brighter and every other candle that was in the temple became lit. The temple looked stunning, due to the proper lighting, and Dottore could not help but feel like a kid in the candy aisle as he moved away from the statue to inspect the lit-up temple.

Viva had suddenly gasped, "Lord, Dottore, the statue!" She said with awe.

Dottore swiftly turned around to see the statue of the elven woman, the tattoos that covered her body had glowed a bright vibrant color. Suddenly the stone lantern became lit, holding a firey purple blaze that rivals any of the flames that came from any other candlestick.

Suddenly the ground began to shake, as the flooring underneath the shadow of the lantern began to crack. Something began to emerge out of the ground. A Gateway that was similar to that of the Spiral Abyss, but instead of holding that familiar Khaenri'ah symbol atop, it was an image of a tiara that was ablaze.

"Lite the fire now this day, or turn thy gaze down in shame.

After all thy burden is heavy, but thy reward shall be great."

A voice cried out before the temple stopped shaking. The portal now sat just a few mere inches underneath the statue's lantern, as the bright flame went out in the lantern.

Dottore soon stood up as he dusted off his clothes, "Viva get up won't you, we have work to do, don't you see!?" Dottore snapped at the frightened Fatui captain as she bounced to her feet.

"Right! Apologies Lord Dottore!"

After hours of inspecting every nook and cranny of this temple, Dottore came to a sure conclusion. The candlesticks on the walls move, there are exactly 12 in the temple, every time one of the candlesticks is rotated, Dottore can hear a mechanism move. It's just a matter of getting the right order.

"Alright Viva, I've figured out your errors.

Move 7 two clicks to the right,

Then rotate 2 a complete 170 degrees,

11 and 12 four clicks to the left,

and 4 and 9 one click right."

Viva sighed as she stood to her feet, tired and exhausted from a long day, but that's what you get for choosing to work under Il Dottore number 2 of the fatui harbingers, but a good portion of the time she wishes she took her chance with Pantalone or Arlecchino. And she would be damned if she were to point out that she had been following Dottore's instructions this entire time and these were actually his errors, but only a fool would do such a thing.

With a heavy heart and sore feet, Viva swiftly got to work rotating the candles. After rotating the candles to Dottore's instructions, the stone statue's lantern relit and the portal opened.

"Thank you for your deeds, our Mistress will greatly reward you." a man's voice called out from the other side of the portal.

A butterfly first flew out of the portal and flew right over to Dottore and gently landed on Dottore's gloved hands. The butterfly was beautiful with a blue and white color pattern, reminding Dottore of the Icy snow back in Snezhnaya. The creature was oddly just as cold as the snow, or maybe it was Dottore's mind playing tricks on him. The butterfly was oddly alluring, calling to him, pleading with him to come... to what he couldn't figure out. Or for much less why.

Dottore's thoughts were cut short as the butterfly was murdered right before his eyes. A man wearing a long robe took the butterfly from Dottore and burned it.

"Why did you-"

"You will thank me later if you allow me to explain." The priest said cutting off Dottore.

The elven priest has long blond hair with bright red eyes to go with it. The man held a blooming gold staff. It was embedded with rubies and had budding and blooming roses all over it, With the top of the staff holding a large rose with a flame coming from it, yet it was perfectly fine. He wore a long black robe, the ends, and the sleeves were laced with a golden lining to match a few gold laces and jewels.

"My name is Feno, I am the head priest who runs the temple on the other side of the portal. What you were holding was one of his parasites. We had an invasion of them swarming the temple, we didn't know why until now."

"I see, was the parasite trying to take blood from me?"

"Lord Dottore should we even trust this man, I mean for all we know-"

"Quiet Viva, and know your place. I'm having an important conversation right now, make yourself useful and go pack up our stuff." Dottore snapped angrily at the Fatui agent for interrupting him.

"Yes, Lord Dottore," Viva said with a bow as she walked off.

"Should you be so harsh to your subordinates?" Feno questioned as his heart couldn't help but weep at the harsh treatment he had just witnessed.

"Please get to the point of this conversation, or step aside so I can explore your world."

"Ah- yes! Dottore was it? I hope you didn't interact with it for long the parasite could have done a number of things to you: infect you, poison you, kill you. Did you feel like the parasite was pulling you in? Giving a sort of familiarity with a certain place? Well, it could have been going through your memories stealing information from you. I have no idea why he would be interested in this planet." Feno rambled on.

"Yes, sorry to interrupt, but who is 'he'?"

【︎ᴜᴘ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪɪ...】︎

「彼」✽

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Tolkien Family Week, Day 5: Found Family (aka Haldir finds a human child lost in Lórien)

If you’ve ever looked at my stuff, you know about 90% of what I write is about Rohan and then the remaining 10% is about Haldir of Lórien. Don’t ask me why, I can’t explain it. I just love that dude. Anyway, I am staying true to form by deviating from my Rohan focus (although not entirely, as you’ll see in the full text) and turning to Haldir for one day of @tolkienfamilyweek, and that’s today. Haldir finds someone unexpected while out on patrol, and they start a little journey through which they are eventually going to become quite attached to each other. This is the only one of my TFW storylines that is going to continue on with additional chapters at some point vs. my normal one-shots. So, the full conclusion of the found family arc will happen in the future, but here’s the start to it all.

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Haldir looked cautiously over the edge of the talan, bow in hand and an arrow already fitted to the string. Amid a gusting wind and the low growls of distant thunder, his sharp hearing had picked up the rustle of approaching footsteps, and now he was just waiting for the intruder to finally come into view from his hidden perch.

No elf would make so much noise moving through the woods, and even an orc on its own would probably exercise more caution than to crunch so loudly through the dried leaves that littered the forest floor. But he couldn’t imagine who else might be out here, so far from any settlements and so close to the dangerous border it was his duty to help protect. He pulled back the arrow and stared down its length toward the ground.

At last, he saw movement below. A swatch of dark green and amber moved in and out of his line of sight as he peered through the crisscrossing limbs of the tree where his talan sat. He shifted slightly for a better view and saw that the swatch was a body in a dark green cloak with a head of reddish-gold hair. Definitely not an orc. A human, it seemed. And quite a small one at that, moving slowly and with no clear sense of purpose. He slung his bow over his shoulder and climbed silently down.

Just as the walker passed under the lowest branches of his tree, he dropped to the ground and found himself standing in front of a startled little girl. He had never been especially skilled at discerning how old human children were, but he guessed her to be about six. Her boots and clothes were covered in dirt, and her hair, once neatly braided, had come loose in sections that hung down by her face. She had the look of someone who had spent days living roughly in the open without proper shelter. And she was alone.

They eyed each other warily. She took a hesitant step backward, as if contemplating whether to turn and make a run for it. He scanned the area behind her, convinced that a child this age could not be without adults lurking somewhere nearby. But he saw nothing except empty forest.

“Who are you, and what are you doing here by yourself?”

His voice sounded loud in the quiet of the woods. She gave no answer and instead drew her cloak tighter about herself, perhaps to block the wind or perhaps to give her whatever meager protection it might offer against this new threat that stood in front of her. The little fingers clutching the edge of the fabric trembled noticeably, and the sight of that small, shaking hand seared itself into his mind and melted away any suspicion he had. She was genuinely afraid.

He repeated his questions, this time using a softer voice and his gentlest tone, the one he usually reserved only for quiet moments with his family. When he still got no response, he tried again, moving from Sindarin to Westron and then to every other language in which he knew at least a few basic words. But she still remained silent, and her face gave no indication that she understood anything he had said.

He wondered whether she knew only some lesser used language that was beyond his knowledge or perhaps whether she could not speak at all for some reason. He searched his mind for some other way to communicate, to find out where she was supposed to be and to tell her that he meant her no harm. But he found himself in the rare position of feeling uncertain of what to do next. He wished quietly for his wife, Idhrien. Although she largely shared his reserved nature, she had always been more comfortable connecting with new people, finding it easier to show her inherent warmth, and he felt certain she would know how to make this child feel safe and cared for even if words were of no use. But Idhrien was back in Caras Galadhon, waiting for the end of his patrol, and he would have to handle this without her.

He looked again at the girl’s small face, her cheeks smudged with mud and her lips dried and cracked. He guessed that it had been some time since she last had anything to eat or drink and was comforted to know that this, at least, was a problem he could easily address. He had supplies to share, and perhaps that could help him to gain her trust.

He turned to reach for his pack, but the sudden movement startled her and she flinched. He froze for a moment and only turned back to face her again very slowly. He raised his hands, palms forward.

“I’m very sorry. I do not mean to frighten you. There is nothing to be scared of, I promise.”

She looked at his outstretched hands, but her eyes soon wandered to his bow and to the long hunting knife that hung from his belt. Following her gaze, he nodded his understanding. Moving again very slowly, he reached down to remove the knife and set it an arm’s length away, adding the bow and arrows right after. He held up his empty hands once more and knelt down to her eye level.

“I do not wish to harm you. In fact, I will help you if you will let me.”

He pulled a leather flask on a strap from his shoulder, opened it and held it out to her, tipping it slightly so that a few drops ran out and she could see what was inside. Her eyes widened at the sight of water, and the fierce power of her thirst fought for a time with her fear. She leaned forward slowly and then snatched the flask, quickly retreating a few steps again before eagerly putting the container to her lips and taking long, deep gulps.

While she drank, he pulled a small parcel of lembas from his pack, and when she put the flask down at last he held the little packet out to her. This time, when she came forward to accept it, she remained next to him and did not draw back even when his hand grazed hers as he helped her to pull a wafer of the bread from its mallorn wrapping. She took a small bite from one corner and looked up at him in surprise. He gave an encouraging nod, and she set to work quickly devouring the rest. It was far more than one so small actually needed, but he assumed she had been several days without real food and could not begrudge her the extravagance.

When she had finished, she looked back at him again to study his face anew, and he could almost see her mind recalculating the risks and benefits of putting her trust in him rather than continuing on in her frightening solitude. She smiled shyly, and when he smiled back she took a deep breath and seemed finally to relax a little of her tightly coiled alertness, her face and limbs releasing much of their rigidity. He gestured toward the tree and sat down with his back against the trunk. She took a seat next to him, and for a few moments they each sat in quiet contemplation. He absently raked a hand through his hair and considered his options.

He had assigned himself this post because it was the most remote of the regularly staffed patrols. The other marchwardens preferred the larger, closer posts where they could keep each other company during the long and sometimes tedious hours of watchfulness, but he never minded isolation and quiet while he worked. Now, though, he would need to take this girl far deeper into the forest in order to reach the resources and assistance available at those bigger posts, the closest of which was two days away. Perhaps there another warden would report having seen other men in the area and the girl could be reunited with her people. If not, someone else could take her on to Caras Galadhon, where next steps could be determined, while he returned to his duties at the border.

A quiet gasp brought him out of his thoughts, and he looked over to see her gaping up at him. His hands in his hair had exposed to her for the first time a glimpse of his ear, and her gaze was fixed on it. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut and then opened them again, as though she expected to see that her vision had somehow cheated her. When all looked the same, she hesitantly reached out a hand, seeking now to confirm her sight with other senses. With the hand suspended in midair, she looked to his face, and he nodded his assent to the question he read easily in her eyes. He bent his head down slightly and allowed her to trace a finger lightly around the outer edge of his ear. Her little brows knitted together in thought as her other hand moved up to skim the contours of her own ear, at once so similar to his and yet also entirely different. He was something new to her, it seemed. Something that she had never before known was even possible.

He smiled at her expression of wonder. “Yes, we are different, you and I. And things have not always been easy between our peoples, but that does not mean we cannot be friends.”

Their eyes met again, and any lingering traces of her fear were gone now, replaced by curiosity and the excitement of having made an intriguing new discovery about the world. She began to speak, a torrent of words pouring forth as if a dam had broken open within her and all of her thoughts and questions had to rush out at once.

Despite her high, clear voice, her speech was rough to his ears, full of harsh consonants and strange flat vowels, and he recognized it immediately as the language of Rohan. He wished once again for Idhrien, who had learned some Rohirric from a brother who had traveled extensively through those lands years ago. As for himself, he could only identify the sound of Rohirric speech; he had no understanding of any words or phrases.

Carried by her own enthusiasm, she raced through a string of sentences accompanied by many expressive gestures until at last she reached some point of conclusion and looked at him expectantly for a response. When he could give only an apologetic shrug and shake of his head, she bit her lip and thought for a moment. Then, with a purposeful air, she positioned herself directly in front of him and pointed a finger at herself. “Mildrithe,” she said. She tapped the finger on her chest a few times. “Mildrithe.”

Here, he thought, was his first true glimpse of his little companion. With her initial shock and fear now in check, her practical, resolute nature could finally shine through. She had decided to trust him, and, having made that decision, she was determined that he would understand her. That he would know her as something more than an unknown child of unknown origin. She was not nameless; she was Mildrithe. He smiled.

“Nice to meet you, Mildrithe. I am Haldir.” He repeated his name slowly and clearly while pointing to himself.

“Haldir.” His name came haltingly from her mouth, but she practiced it several times until it seemed to feel comfortable.

At that moment, another strong gust of wind rolled through the forest. They both looked up to the sky, which still seemed bright above the treetops, but it was clear that worse weather was on its way. He calculated that if they left now, they could reach the next available shelter before rain arrived, and she could rest through the storm before they continued on toward the nearest warden’s post and, hopefully, some news of her family or her people.

He wondered how he would explain this plan to her, but when he looked down he found that she was already gathering up his things, seeming to understand the need to move on. She had no possessions of her own to carry, but she looped the strap of his water flask around her neck and watched him heft his pack onto his shoulder.

When he was ready to go, he took a step or two in the direction he intended to head and gestured for her to follow. “Shall we get started, Mildrithe?”

She looked at his beckoning hand and, to his surprise, she reached out to clasp it, lacing her little fingers between his and gripping them tightly. She smiled up at him, and together they began to walk.

Chapter two is here.

#tolkien family week #found family #haldir #my favorite middle earth introvert #mixing haldir with rohan is the most ME thing i could do #lord of the rings #lotr fanfiction

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sleepingdeath-light · 10 months

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watching their s/o get possessed hcs ; poly!sashannarcy

requested by ; anonymous (17/06/23)

fandom(s) ; amphibia

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; anne boonchuy, marcy wu, sasha

outline ; “HIHI I SAW THAT YOUR REQUESTS ARE OPEN AGAIN

May I request an amphibia one shot/headcannons of Sashannarcy x fem! reader where reader gets possessed by the core instead of Marcy?

I’m not sure if this counts as UCS but I guess I can label it as such! <333

Anyways, don’t forget to eat and drink water! I hope people aren’t stressing you out with all the requests, have a lovely day/night! <333 :}”

warning(s) ; angst, mind control

this wasn’t meant to happen

this really wasn’t meant to happen

it shouldn’t be happening

but it was

if your death was the worst moment in their lives then what had followed was hell on earth — worse than, even

your mind erased and caught up in a hostile takeover, your body broken and soaked and commodified into a makeshift suit for an entity beyond human comprehension

a vessel

a toy

a shell

a suit

it was something out of a horror movie, but this time they couldn’t see a way out — couldn’t pause and walk away, couldn’t look up any conclusion, couldn’t pray for a sequel to give them closure

they were trapped, flies in a web watching this amalgamation of self importance and selfishness puppeteer your body without care or consideration

watching your limbs and joints contort further than is possible, watching your head loll lifelessly atop your neck, watch your abdomen fold in on itself

like you didn’t even have bones in the first place

unnatural

wrong

god they felt sick just looking at you — it… whatever you’ve been turned into

they blame themselves

marcy takes it the worst — she was the one who brought you all to amphibia, she was the one who trusted andrias and she was the one who was meant to be possessed

you were only like this — only being puppeted by an unseen ‘god’ — because you saved her life

sasha hates herself because your last interaction, last proper conversation before everything fell apart, was an argument — she’d told you that she hated you (she didn’t, couldn’t) and then you were gone and she fled like a coward

you were only in this position because she couldn’t put her ego aside and tell you what was actually happening

anne falls into a depressive spiral when she’s thrust back to earth — replaying the moment you were stabbed hundreds of times over, the image of your wide eyes and the blood dripping out of your chest and mouth printed onto the insides of her eyelids

you were only this way because she failed you

to anne; she wasn’t strong enough

to sasha; she wasn’t honest enough

to marcy; she wasn’t aware enough

they all failed you, they had just a much a role in this as andrias and his masters — at least in their minds

all were culpable

all of their hands stained with your blood, a red that will never wash out

but even now as they stare at you — it, them, whatever — after thinking, no knowing, that you were dead and gone, even now as your voice and body are used to goad and mock and attack and torment them they still can’t bring themselves to hurt you

can’t breathe

can’t dodge

can’t fight

they just stare and weep and sob and it’s ugly and messy and sad and desperate

but what else could they have done — except for everything they didn’t do

this was their penance, frozen in place as this spectre of their collective failure — this twisted amalgam of memory and mockery of their loved one — gives the order to have their friends killed and their home invaded

surrounded by gore that stains and drips and clings to their skin even through their armour and that they feel crawling beneath their skin — nagging, niggling guilt and fear

but they can’t hide forever, they know that well enough, and after taking their time well they start to fight again

tearing down machines and loyalists

ripping apart metal and smashing circuits to a fine powder

self pity and grief morphing into anger and vengeance as they launch at the cables linking you — whatever remains of you, at least — with your captor

a barrage of green, red and blue the last thing the not-you sees before everything goes black and the connection cuts out

#sleepingdeath #female reader #angst #angst hcs #amphibia angst #amphibia x reader #sashannarcy x reader #amphibia sasha x reader #amphibia sasha angst #marcy woo x reader #marcy woo angst #anne boonchuy x reader #anne boonchuy angst

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aoflameandco · 2 years

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GrimmNell: from the crack-ship to the “calming influence”

Well, why do I ship GrimmNell? If someone asked me this question 10 years ago I would simply say - well, they both are hot and look aesthetically pleasant together. A valid argument, isn't it? But like every shipper deep inside I was craving for more - trying to find any crumbs to cross “just a crack-ship” territory. It wasn't easy. It still isn't actually - even though the last years of Bleach era blessed us with some interesting interactions. That's why I decided to write this meta - let's see what changed and highlight the best of GrimmNell's dynamic.

Manga

Arrancar Arc

Like I said - being a GrimmNell shipper before 2015 was pretty rough. They literally had only one small interaction and oh well... Grimmjow was a typical Grimmjow and Nel was in her child-form. But bold of you to assume that this short manga moment wasn't overanalyzed either.

So yeah, let’s start with a bare minimum - Grimmjow didn't kick Nel. I wish I could say that stomping on a kid is too petty for a mighty Espada, but cough Nnoitora exists.

Even though Nel lost her memory, she recognized Grimmjow immediately. Was he so famous in the Hueco Mundo's deserts? Did Peshe and Dondochakka warn her about him? Or maybe Grimmjow's face alone was enough to trigger Nel's memories? In any case - this panel born many theories and headcanons about their possible previous interactions.

However, it's hard to say that Grimmjow was super nice to her. Nel kept blaming herself and her loud cry over Ichigo's body made Grimm lose his temper, to be fair it sounded really annoying in the anime. Threatening mod was activated.

Funnily enough, the next thing Grimmjow did - was basically comforting her. In a very Grimmjow-way though. He confirmed that Ichigo (the object of Nel's lamentation) will be fine, there's no need to struggle and she just has to wait in silence. Considering that Grimmjow was in hurry and very frustrated (his convos with Ichigo and Orihime are full of “urusai”), he solved the deal with Nel rather nicely. Once again - no violence included, despite his harsh words, he never hurt her.

Was it enough to sail the ship? Of course not... Yeah, they got some parallels in manga (like- getting a scar from Nnoitora's sneak attack) and were left in Hueco Mundo without a proper conclusion (at least barely anyone believed that they died off-screen). Even though “let’s ship the last Espadas alive” argument was strong - GrimmNell still lacked the proper interactions. The fans had no choice but headcanon their dynamic based on one scene and well - remember the submissive Nelliel around the bad boy Grimmjow? Ah, so good to be so wrong.

TYBW

GrimmNell comeback was a real feast for the shippers. Both characters appeared again, Nel was in her adult form, she and Grimmjow were staying side by side and they talked! Finally, manga gave a decent hint on their dynamic and it didn't disappoint.

Firstly, GrimmNell demonstrated a great comedy duo's potential. Grimmjow's cool re-introduction was cut by a happy Nel who jumped on Ichigo immediately. The battle tension dropped and Grimmjow hurried up to call her out for messing with his vendetta. The first nod to the established dynamic between them - he was using her name instead of calling her “woman”, “brat” or whatever.

And suddenly the atmosphere changed. Nelliel returned to her Espada-self. To be precise, to her self-proclaimed mission - to keep Grimmjow in check (more about it in the novel's analysis). It's obvious, that she isn't afraid of him and directly says who is the boss here.

Grimmjow isn't a type who likes to be bossed around though. Remember, he is the king; he already had a hard time following all Aizen's demands. However, he just smirked at Nel's remarks, giving her a valid argument. Looks like she is a solid opponent in his book and their fight over the dominance is a quite exciting challenge for him.

The tone of their confrontation wasn't antagonistic though. Even though Nel wanted to stay in control, even though Grimmjow reminded her that he got teeth to bite her back, their interactions didn't cross a bitter line. The very next (and sadly last) moment they shared proved that they don't hold any grudges against each other: Nelliel quickly understood what's going on inside his head and tried to warn him, expressing a genuine concern. Meanwhile the independent arrancar cared enough to look back at her establishing his decision.

The last manga arc once again left the arrancar duo without a clear ending. They didn't even get their own full-fledged fights hopefully the coming anime will fix it. All we knew - Grimmjow was about to bite the dust, but Nel was here to save the day. Both followed Urahara's keikaku, that's why their chances to survive were high enough. However, the epilogue didn't even mention them, leaving their fans rather worried. Good thing - just one year later the first volume of the CFYOW novel was released - and the new era of GrimmNell's renaissance began.

Novel

But the novels weren’t written by Kubo himself! Did they even count as a canon evidence? - A valid question. So, Kubo-sensei, answer this one, please!

Yeah, even though the portrayal was left up to the writers, I highly doubt they would really contradict Kubo’s characters writing. But to be sure - let's summarize the GrimmNell manga crumbs to compare them with their novel's development.

Nelliel thinks that Grimmjow is her responsibility and tries her best to keep him in check.

Even though Grimmjow isn't a fan of gatekeeping, he doesn't ignore Nel and elaborates his decisions for her.

Nelliel’s concern is not just about damage Grimmjow is able to cause. She also cares about him personally.

Starting with the first point, oh well, that's the bone of their novel's dynamic.

Sorry for a mix of two translations - credits to VIZ for the official one and to MissStormCaller for the fan one

Stopping Grimmjow from doing anything reckless - is Nelliel's holy mission at this point. Nobody asked her to, but even when the war was over - she continued to keep an eye on him. Besides, Nel never doubted that she is capable to stop the Sexta. Compared to Halibel, who is very careful around Grimmjow and thinks that a fight with him would cost her too much - Nelliel's direct approach is hard to miss. “Dragging him back to Hueco Mundo” is something she sees as a not big deal. So it's up to you to decide - if Nel is just too confident in her power or she has her own reasons to believe that Grimmjow wouldn't "sink his fangs" into her body.

The brute force isn't Nel's favorite weapon though. She only hit Grimmjow with a mini-bala once (at this point «Nel is here to ruin Grimm's menacing aura» became Bleach's running joke), just to catch his attention. She doesn’t mention the Espada’s numbers hierarchy as well. Instead, Nelliel tries to convince Grimmjow, to prove why his actions aren't right.

As you see - Nel is smart, she is talking his language and actually uses Grimmjow's code of honor against him. He refused to fight Ichigo when the shinigami was wounded. The victory doesn't taste good if his opponent has a solid excuse to lose. The cold shower from Nel works, but Grimmjow doesn't give up easily. Actually he kinda calls her out as well.

Back in the past Nelliel almost lost everything, because she didn't foresee such a cruel betrayal from Nnoitora. Unlike her, Grimmjow doesn't trust easily and expects the worst outcome. Nel's pacifism is something he barely understands. But if she choose to stay naive, he is here to fix it. Actually, moments like these show that Grimm draws his sword not just for fun, he is pretty protective of their group even though he hides it behind his rude words.

Despite their different life positions, Grimmjow joined Nel in her quest to save Halibel. He didn't show much respect to Tier, but he didn't leave Nelliel with her alone either. The Sexta hates to stay indebted to anyone - so his cooperation could be a way to pay Nel back for saving his life.

Both of them perfectly remember Askin's episode and Nelliel doesn't miss an opportunity to mention the case as a solid proof that it's better to listen to her. Even though Grimmjow clearly isn’t happy, that someone is here to remind him of his failures - it works again and cools him down.

As you might have noticed - Nel acts like Grimmjow's voice of reason, shouting down his killing instincts. Half a year passed and she is already better at it - instead of forcing him to do something, she tries to find a key to his behavior. The novel establishes that Nelliel really put some efforts to get his way of thinking. Her opinion about him is slowly changing as well - if at first Grimmjow was an unpredictable subject to her, later she noticed some patterns (like his love for a fair fight) and was pleasantly surprised that he is able to overcome his thirst for blood, at least for Hueco Mundo's sake. Still not all the things about him are clear to her. Funny, how Halibel tries to explain how Grimm's pride works, while Nel just blames his change of mood. Her naiveté strikes again - and yet Halibel always entrusts the wild Arrancar to her care without a fear.

Maybe Nel's direct nature really helps the case. She doesn't pretend, she isn't afraid to bruise Grimmjow's ego. He isn't a ticking timebomb she guards; Nelliel’s concern about his wounds proves that a genuine bond was already formed. Feeling pretty comfortable around him, she breaks his solitude to offer some help. Grimmjow plays a tough guy as an answer, but doesn't mind her company.

Not to mention, that they communicate rather peacefully, when their opinions don't clash. Even though Grimmjow prefers to keep his distance, he is in sync with Nel most of the time, jokes around her and never ignores her presence in general.

Actually, the novel even hints that Grimmjow takes a certain interest in her. Nelliel dares to boss him around and yet the proud arrancar tolerates her. More to say - her Reiatsu is the first one to pop up in his mind, just after he established that his memory has some strict limits.

Well, okay, Nelliel was always eager to follow him to interfere in his business; maybe that's why her Reiatsu became unforgettable. But when she finally gave him a break, too busy chatting with Aura, Grimmjow suddenly felt bored, “stumped”. Yeah, no opponents to fight is a big deal for him, the key to his foul mood and yet instead of doing something destructive he preferred to stay and watch Nel being nice to someone else. Of course, he denied Halibel's offer to get close, to join the wholesome party, but his interest alone speaks volumes.

Finally - the "heavy artillery". Grimmjow witnessed many times how Nelliel is all over Ichigo, how protective she is of him. The Sexta seemed to ignore it, only complaining that Nel interrupts his beef with Kurosaki. But when Lil directly asked Grimm if Nelliel is Ichigo's girlfriend, she got a very rigid response. Of course we can assume that Grimmjow was fighting for his OTP aka IchiHime, but let's be serious - the idea of polygamy isn't new to the Arrancars. Why would someone as cynical as Grimmjow care that Kurosaki got more than one girl? Why even bother to answer such a romantic question to begin with? And yet for some reasons it was important for him to destroy IchiNell. The way he compared Nelliel and Orihime is also interesting. Nel can be happy-go-lucky as well, especially when she crushes Itsugo in her hugs. But she is very different with Grimm. Confident, calm, stubborn, sometimes sassy, sometimes caring - looks like Grimmjow prefers to see her that way.

In the end, the novels didn't make GrimmNell canon or anything, but they added more meat on the skeleton Kubo built and left some interesting teasing. We see that the bond between Nel and Grimmjow keeps developing; half a year was enough for them to get much closer than they were in the final arc. The relationship is still rocky though: however, in the novels their banter is much tamer compared to the game version. Wanna see the killing tension? Well, let’s check the Brave Souls as a bonus!

Game

Of course we must keep in mind that the Bleach games are rather canon-ish than canon, so it’s better to take any interactions with a grain of salt. After all, the “The Alternate Rebirth” story was only supervised by Narita (the novel’s writer). So, even if the connection with the CFYOW’s plot is obvious, many details like the cool Beyond Resurrection forms and the dead Espada’s comeback remained as “what if” scenario. However, some things always stay the same - Nelliel's concern about Grimmjow is one of them.

Feeling a suspicious danger Nelliel immediately activated her protective boss mod. But giving Grimmjow a direct order never worked smoothly.

Grimm's anger had no effect on her though, Nelliel still dragged him away from their enemy. His outburst just made her change the tactic, using the voice of reason this time. She still refused to leave his side.

Despite all the threats, the Sexta just run away instead of picking a fight with her. But bold of him was to assume that he can escape Nel's care.

No matter how much Grimmjow pushes her away, Nelliel is desperate to keep him safe. But her way to say that she cares about him obviosly just triggered him more - from his point of view Nel is doubting his strength.

As you see, here their dynamic kinda lacks the understanding they reached in the novel. As if the time had reversed and the lessons they learned (from Nnoitora or Askin) vanished from their memory. Nel is too pushy and Grimm is too hot-tempered, both too stubborn to step down.

However, the “Brave Souls” also blessed us with another big crumb - Nelliel's TYBW profile establishes that she has a calming influence on Grimmjow. So yeah, even though in the “The Alternate Rebirth” story the Sexta still barely listens to her - it’s nice to see an extra confirmation for something what was very visible in the novels.

Besides, it's important to mention how the advertising company presented GrimmNell as a paired set. Mr and Ms Arrancar, right, Hikone? The story gives a big focus to their interactions. After all, even when they have disagreements in the end they still team up to fight side by side. them saying Beyond Resurreccion together in the trailer gives me chills

What's left to say? In many ways Grimmjow and Nelliel are polar opposites. Destruction and Lamentation. The one who is eager to fight and the one who wants to keep peace. It's surely not easy for them to cooperate, however they were able to form a quite interesting bond.

Even though Nelliel “is keeping Grimmjow in check”, it's not like she puts a collar around his neck. He wouldn't let anyone steal his freedom again. Grimmjow still argues and yet they discuss things and these conversations make him slowly reconsider his views. The Sexta might act like a lone wolf, but he is clearly getting used to Nel's company.

Nel herself learns too - she always took an interest in dangerous individuals, giving herself a duty to watch over them, to guide them. But this time she considers the other's perspective and is more honest, so Grimmjow can understand - she doesn't look down upon him - even when they disagree - she cares about his well being.

Their progress really warms my heart. Look how far the aesthetic crack-ship has gone! Hopefully, it's not the ceiling and we'll see more of them if Kubo will continue the Hell arc.

Thank you for reading till the end! If I missed something, pls, don't be shy and tell me! I would gladly read more GrimmNell thoughts bс I'm starving haha

#grimmnel #grimmnell #Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez #Nelliel Tu Odelschwanck #grimmjow x nelliel #Bleach

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thecomicsnexus · 2 months

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TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES #149

March 2024

By Sophie Campbell, Kevin Eastman , Vincenzo Federici, Ronda Pattison, and Shawn Lee.

The Turtles discover the importance of QNA in their mutations as they try to reunite with each other and find the older Donnie, before Armaggon wipes them out of existence.

SCORE: 8

I guess that a proper conclusion to an arc that started with Mutant Town, kind of needed to touch on the topic of self-hate. Not that the topic is completely new to the series, but it's a reasonable one considering so many characters were transformed against their will.

But reading these issues makes me wonder if Armageddon Game just complicated what should have been a simpler story. A whole year was dedicated to the Pantheon saga, and in the meantime, all the character development necessary for this story to make sense was postponed. Now Sophie is trying to tell as much story as possible in just a few issues, and it's not enough.

The most blatant example of that is Mikey giving a whole exposition about his character arc that happened between the present and the future. If this comic was still planning to continue, the five turtles from the future would have had their own micro-series to explore what happened to them. Instead we have characters telling us a very rushed exposition about them.

Maybe I should continue this in the spoiler section...

So Bob can easily undo the effects of Mutant Town with this set of powers. He could have even demutated himself, but he chose to be faithful to Armaggon instead.

But of course, just because a lot of people got turned into a mutant, it doesn't mean that all of them want to turn back to human. In the case of Lita, as far as I can remember, she lost her parents. Or they abandoned her. As a turtle she found a new family, so it would make sense for her to want to be a mutant to stay close to them.

But there is actually another problem with Bob demutating Lita. She is a time lord in her mutated form. Assuming she is still alive.

Whatever happens, I am sure it will lead up to the Turtles going back to Feudal Japan to fight Armaggon, and possibly tie some loose ends around Krang and the QNA.

Again, I understand that this book has been trying to close plots for the last year, but another publisher would have released several tie-ins to tell the rest of the story that couldn't be properly told in one book.

After all, IDW is planning to multiplicate the Turtle books, so why not?

#comics #review #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #post modern age #2024 #idw comics #idw publishing #armaggon #vincenzo federici

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neverchecking · 9 months

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All of the Sages have at least fortnightly game nights where they can just relaaaaax. (The Champions do something similar only without the cool clubroom) However, Aaliyah and Sweetpea are the ones who use it the most regularly because it's also the only place where it is not On-Sight, but instead 'Let me Gush about my perfect S/O before I Explode.' They have to hide the increasingly larger wedding binders and there is a baby binder that's just joined. (It's Sweetpea's. He literally planned out how to be the World's Greatest Uncle. He's planned out how to be The World's Greatest Papa to whatever kid he, Sidon and Yona produce. Because that has to happen at some point. He's so excited :D but it wont happen until at least the Courting Period is over. Did he mention he's Courting Sidon and Yona, Sage? He's doing this the Proper way, Sage. He's gonna be Engaged, Sage.)

(If Yona ever gets pregnant before Aaliyah, Sweetpea is going to be insufferable and that'll make Sage insufferable.)

Wild and Cal coming to the conclusion they have to play Nice with Sage is great because Sage is gonna put them through Hell. Like if they think they are even a smidgen worthy to even breathe in the same air as Aaliyah, they are Mistaken.

But Sage might be persuaded to let them take an inch if only to see her crush them. (He gives them an inch. They take a mile. How Aaliyah reacts is anyone's guess.)

(But they still play nice and maybe even come to appreciate Sage for everything he's done for their Goddess. Because She has dubbed him as Worthy so maybe he can teach them how be so as well.)

(Tia's getting a little concerned but Sweetpea assures her it's all under control.)

The trio abusing Snuggle Priviliages to rub it in her suitor's face. First tries to have tea with Tia? Aaliyah has her head in Tia's lap. Warriors wants to chat about something? Whoops, Sweetpea has literally swept her off her feet. Twilight tries to offer a ride on Epona? Sage has thrown her over his shoulder and is now jogging away as she waves bemusedly.

But I feel like this is all their own fault really. Because however this works (only Sweetpea joins the chain, Sage and Aaliyah join the chain, all three of them join the chain, the chain is stuck in this Hyrule) they will be bragging about Tia (who can't join the chain because she is stuck Ruling. This is why she's overthrowing the Monarchy. It'll take several decades before Hyrule is stable enough to do so, but she's overthrowing the monarchy.).

So they're piquing the interest of the suitors all on their own. Sweetpea only briefly touches on the whole favourite thing when he mentions she got the idea to be his guide from Twilight's own experiences. And he wasn't even talking to Twilight! He was talking with Time!

And when they're spending enough time with her, they find that for all of the trio's bragging, every single word was right.

Game nights are heavily monitored because last time there was a fire and neither Link nor Aaliyah was the one to set it. It's both the best and worst time of the month. (The champions are a little more refined, but Urbosa's fury did not stem from nothing.). Aaliyah and Sweetpea/Champ's relationship is SO funny to me. Because one moment, they're throwing Octoroks at the other or throwing them off bridges and they next, they're gushing and picking out wedding colors. (Because red, green, and blue would make for such a pretty Zora wedding and Champ has no idea what he's talking about.)

It's their version of tea time. Meanwhile Tia and Sage are getting massages or something. They probably know about the binders and meetings but let the others pretend they dont. Or alternatively, they don't know and just trust the aren't committing treason to the highest degree.

OKAY LETS TALK ABOUT THE BABY BINDER. I just want them to be happy ;-; and while it will take a lot of healing, I'm convinced that Sage has potential to be a good dad! I know you guys are probably rolling your eyes and going 'Cinder for fuck's sake that guy has more warning signs than Canada's roads in summer' and to that I say he's my comfort character and I'm gonna mischaracter him to suit my needs when I want.

Now, Champ's binder probably sparks something in Aaliyah. I could say that she is immune to Baby Fever. I would be lying. She is the biggest suck for babies. When they smile and do that thing where they stick a fist in their mouth and giggle around it? She's clutching Champ as they both just fawn over them. She's the girl making faces at your kid in the superstore to make them laugh (Only then revert back to this stoic, I'll-fucking-kill-you resting bitch face.) It's duality. And Sweetpea just putting these ideas of little half-zora-half-hylian babies makes her entire inside squirm.

(Sage can't stand the baby talk with Sweetpea bc it always turns into a competition. That's nice, Fungus, did he mention he's living with Aaliyah? If a century couldn't separate them, nothing can, Fungus. He doesn't need to do it the proper way because at this point Aaliyah could point at a rock and he'd have it made into the prettiest ring money could buy, FUNGUs-)

(Heavens forbid Yona gets pregnant first because Sage will take that as a challenge. He refuses to be outdone by Sweetpea. Besides if that Ding-dong is ready and is going to be a parent, they can't fuck it up to badly, now can they?

WILD AND CAL MY LOVES- Now, I'm not saying Aaliyah isn't open to a poly-relationship. As my Ceres X Aaliyah x Sage piece portrayed, she is so down with whatever. It's just a matter of them wiggling their way into her line of sight. And to do that, they have to get through Sage. Who will make them wish they were never born. If they live to tell the tale of getting a tooth from a Magma Like-Like while keeping it alive? He might consider it (Not. He's sending them up to Hebra next just for shits and giggles.)

Sage can be persuaded though. If they survive, that means they won't go down easily. And he knows, no matter how much he hates admitting it, he can't be everywhere at once. So having more people to watch the most precious thing in his life? He'll consider it.

Aaliyah, like I said, is probably so focused on Sage that she hardly even registers their actions. It's not until their taking a hit meant for her she offers than just the slightest bit of attention. Like a feral animal slowly taking a piece of food to prove you can be trusted. It's slow and it's careful but it's something.

(Goddess help the poor girl if they decided to team up. That trio following her around like a lost pack of wild dogs? A recipe for disaster.)

(Sweetpea is so full of shit, he's just wanting to see how it all goes down.)

Snuggle privileges are being USED TO THE MAX. Tia can't go anywhere without having one of them all up in her business.

First and Aaliyah's beef is SO FUNNY TO ME LIKE- She has no reason to have beef with this guy, but she does. And it's even funnier if he returns it. Like Aaliyah is just 'Oh, woah is me the gloom or something is acting up and TIA I NEED SNUGGLES-' And First is just watching it go down like D:< "Do you not see this, my gem?" And Tia is all ":( She needed snuggles. :((("

SAGE JUST CARRYING HER OBFBFNFF NO SHITS GIVEN

I have no idea how it ends up playing out and I haven't overly thought about it, but the three of them all joining sounds like a fun idea because of the pure chaos that follows them. And they really do be doing it to themselves because they don't even realize they're bragging about Tia. They just know that she's done a shit ton for them and she's going to get the appreciation for it whether she likes it or not >:(.

Twilight listening in the SECOND he hears Tia's name jfofnf Time can only laugh at the situation bc he was probably the same with Malon.

and of course the Trio is right. They're a lot of things, but liars are not any of them. They'll spout her gospel to anyone who'll listen, sleeping well at night because they now it was all true.

#cinder rambles #switch au #with aaliyah and tia :)

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tgammsideblog · 1 year

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Tgamm S1 E5-B ¨The Best of Nin-tentions¨ Episode Analysis

Writer: Cyntia Furey

Molly invites Grandma Nin to her home in Brighton but soon she finds out there is something weird going on between Sharon and Grandma Nin...

¨The Best of Nin-tentions¨ is one of those episodes that a bit more serious than others as it deals with the complexities of a distant relationship between a mother and her daughter. It is brought up multiple times in the story that there are many things between Sharon and Nin, which has lead to Sharon avoid interacting with her mother face to face.

Molly, being a curious and kindhearted girl, wants to fix whatever is going on with her mother and grandmother. There is a moment she tries asking Pete about this issue. Pete explains that she should pretend that ¨everything is fine¨ and she shouldn’t intervine with what he calls ¨the tentions¨. Based on his dialogue, it seems like he tried asking Sharon a few times in the past about why is she is so angry at Nin only to get ignored or shut down.

Molly and Scratch’s interactions are cute in this episode as they try finding out a way for Sharon and Nin to get along. There is a gag of Scratch fearing that if Nin doesn’t come back, he is never going to see her snacks again. It’s quite adorable and hilarious to see him being more worried about the food than the issue itself. The song ¨I’m gonna make you make up¨ is sweet as well. It involves multiple failed attemps of Molly and Scratch trying to help Sharon and Nin with their problem.

When Pete tries asking Sharon about what is going, he mentions that Sharon and he eloped, thinking that the reason behind why Nin holds a grudge against her daughter is because she never had a proper wedding. It’s an interesting scene since i haven’t seen many cases in animated series of parents eloping without the father or mother of one of them being terrible. Grandma Nin looks like she is one of the few exceptions from rule since she loves her grandkids and she isn’t that bad. I wonder if we are going to get an episode in the future that explains what lead to Sharon to elope. There are some things that hint at Nin not completely approving of Pete or not liking him. For example, at the start of the episode she gives Pete a durian and she is seen briefly laughing when he tries to force himself to eat.

Speaking about that, ¨The Best of Nin-tentions¨ has yet again another B plot involving Pete and Darryl. Pete tries bargaining Darryl into eating the durian in exchange for money or doing his chores. It’s a bit funny watching these two interact yrying to reach a trade over a fruit.

There is some representation of Thai culture such as Molly and Darryl greeting Grandma Nin, the plates that Nin prepares, the durian fruit and a thai themed wedding near the of the story. We see Sharon and Pete improvising this scenario again because they think that way Nin is going to stop nagging Sharon.

After the wedding turns to be a disaster, Grandma Nin decides to leave. Fearing the worst, Molly intervines and demands Sharon and Nin to works things through. The two of them exchange a few words, realising that all their fight was because of a huge misunderstanding and that Nin was just disappointed Sharon gave up on her artist career so easily. It goes to show that there are times that instead of holding a grudge against a person, it is better to talk to them because we can jump to the wrong conclusions about someone when in reality they meant doing or saying other thing.

To sum up, ¨The Best of Nin-tentions¨ is a solid episode that tackles some complex themes in a way that makes it easy for a younger audience to understand. It gives some good development to Sharon getting involved in art again and shows a bit more of Granda Nin’s personality. I would like to see if Season 2 explores more of their relationship because there are clearly more issues that they have to work through than just a huge misunderstanding.

#The Ghost And Molly McGee #tgamm #Tgamm the best of nin-tentons #Sharon Mcgee #tgamm grandma nin #pete mcgee #Tgamm episode analysis

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thoughtfullyrainynightmare · 2 years

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Prompt: “Leaf” Pairing: Finral x Finesse Fanfic type: Oneshot Genre: General/fluff Length: ~1.1k A/N: This ended up being a lot longer than intended, but Finral was second guessing himself a lot

Finral could have teleported to the courtyard where he met with Finesse. He could have. Easily. But instead on this occasion he had opted to teleport a short distance away, so that he could think, as he walked.

And what precisely it was that he needed to think, even that was a little lost from him. It was jumbled together, while containing thoughts about how he had changed during the past year, learned to flirt less and be more loyal, and how they were supposed to marry, but he hadn’t properly asked her. However, asking her to marry him now, felt too soon, too sudden. And yet, he wanted to tell her that he did care for her, and that he was serious about his relationship with her.

The issue was, that he didn’t just… quite know how the dress it all into words. And it was something he could think on and on and on, without coming to a definite conclusion. Which was a part of the problem. He shouldn’t think too much of it, but it didn’t mean that he shouldn’t not think about it either.

Still, he wanted to see her, meet her. Honestly, that was what he wanted. He wanted to be with her; to date her, properly. And not do this… whatever this was; a stage of courting, dating, but not be in a proper relationship. The preceding stages of a relationship.

He didn’t want to be in them anymore.

He wanted to be able to do romantic gesture to her, without it seeming like he was trying to hard, or that he was trying to swim into her good graces. He wanted to bring her flowers, just for the sake of giving her flowers.

Flowers… He looked down on his hands, which were empty.

I can’t… show up empty handed. The thought was adamant, but it came with another one; the question of which flowers to get her. Roses would be very straightforward, a blatant declaration of his love for her. They seemed much more formal than what he’d like, for this meeting. But what other flowers were there? Ones that were suitable for something like this. Occasion appropriate.

His eyes landed to a few low branches of the trees that lined the path, from which colourful leaves hung. Red, orange and yellow, as if painted in a gradient. And it… looked quite pretty. The branches looked like… something he had seen in a flower shop window, used to decorate a bouquet display.

Or then I could just teleport to a florist and ask for something… but still he hesitated. Because anyone could just go to a florist and ask what to give; while this… this would be his own decision entirely.

His own decision… to be with her… and not just because he was expected to marry her, and to be with her…

And so, he made his way to the tree, and broke off a couple of the branches, just enough to make a small bouquet out of them. He arranged them in his hand, until he was satisfied, and took a deep breath.

It might have been the wrong decision to make, but at least it was his own decision.

With that, he walked in to the courtyard, where Finesse sat by a table, with a tea cup in hand.

“Afternoon, Finral,” she greeted with a small, warm, kind, genuine smile, because of which he couldn’t help but feel the corners of his own mouth tug up into a smile as well.

“Good afternoon, Finesse,” the words flowed from him with a layer of softness he hadn’t anticipated, but which he didn’t mind either. “I brought you these,” he presented the bouquet of leaves. “I thought that they looked pretty,” the words tumbled from him with an awkward laugh, since, now that he was there, presenting it to her, it seemed much less of a good idea than what it had just a few moments ago.

“They’re very much in season,” she let out a faint giggle, while bringing her hand to her lips, as if to hide the melody of her laugh.

“They are,” he agreed with another awkward laugh while scratching his cheek with his finger.

“Thank you,” she said while gesturing towards the seat in front of her. Which he took.

His eyes were down, as he still wasn’t quite sure what to tell her, but he did want to say… something, about what he wanted.

But she could see the way his shoulders were again hunched forward, much like they used to be, back in the day. Which is why she needed to ask: “What’s wrong?”

He curled up further around himself with the question, because she hadn’t even asked if he was alright, but what was wrong. That was how well she knew him.

“I… don’t want us to be together because it’s expected of us,” he begun, which sounded way worse coming out of his mouth than what it had in his mind. “I want us to date because we want to,” he continued, which sounded better. “And… I, technically, haven’t asked you if… you’d like to date me. I just assumed that you did and…”

There was a brief pause, as seconds ticked away while she waited for him to continue. Only that he didn’t.

“And?” She asked, leaning forward, even if ever only so slightly.

“And I never asked,” he replied. Paused, and took another deep breath. “So.” Another deep breath. “Would you like to date me?”

She looked at him, unable to shake off the faint sense of amusement that came with the idea of him having to ask. But… it was also heartfelt. The sentiment, was heartfelt. “Yes,” she replied with a nod. “Yes, I will date you,” she couldn’t help but let that veil of amusement slip past her lips, but the rest, beneath that veil, told to Finral that she was being genuine with her reply.

“I’m glad,” he continued, feeling his muscle relax; not having realized that he had been tense.

She poured him a cup of tea, giving him another smile. Perhaps now he’d be able to feel more at ease, during this meeting. Perhaps… now he’d be able to feel more at ease with their joint journey together, whatever that might end up being.

#finral x finesse #black clover fanfiction #black clover oneshot #falling for you

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aurora-313 · 1 year

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For the Fanfic Writers meme!

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share? 🤩 What led to your interest in the fandom? 🎯 Do you have a writing milestone you’re working towards?

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

From Once More To See You Again.

For context, Teen Kaien lost a bet at school. As a result his mullet is gone and he's got an undercut that's slowly growing out. This snippet takes place after his powers are restored and memories reawakened (just in time for Rukia to be kidnapped and SS arc to kick off luckily enough):

"Stop it, that tickles!" Kaien jumped, chuckling with a hand resting protectively over the fluffy scruff of his undercut (feels weirdly short since he remembered the hair being a lot longer as a Lieutenant.)

Nejibana blinked once. Then she leaned in, predatorial look in her eyes and it out Kaien on edge (dear god, he prayed she doesn't turn back into a dragon hollow again. Being bitten nearly in half once was quiet enough, thank you.)

His unease compounded into abject fear when mischief danced across that sun-kissed face. A look that reminded Kaien far too much of a younger Kukaku when she was on one of her pranking sprees.

"Ticklish, you say?"

"Nejibana..." Kaien warned reproachfully, but his Zanpakutou spirit already leapt into action.

"Neji-NO!" Next thing Kaien knew, Nejibana has him in a headlock and her claws ruffling his stubby do. "S-stop it-haha!!"

"Never~!" Nejibana trilled happily, Kaien squirming and laughing hysterically in her grip.

Most fics I read pose Nejibana as this prim and proper yet fierce woman to balance out Kaien's rough and tumble attitude. My Nejibana is a chaotic gremlin and Kaien's enabler/partner in crime. I've described her to my beta-readers as 'Kukaku-lite'.

🤩 What led to your interest in the fandom?

My sister-in-law actually. When I wasn't even a teenager, a tween, my sister-in-law pointed my brother and I to this series as a fun monster-of-the-week story before we got hit with the Soul Society arc. We were blown away by Aizen's reveal as a traitor and it was so cool. Admittedly all of our interests flagged quite a bit, I stuck around until the end because of sunk-cost fallacy but my siblings+in-laws departed.

What got me interested again was the TYBW being animated. I was perhaps a bit too optimistic about how they might change it for the better (I'm sorry to say so far I'm not impressed.)

But as a magic system and a world, its an awesome sandbox to play in and the concept of your power manifesting as a life-long companion is romantic in a lot of ways. The idea of 'You will never be alone, whatever trials you face you will have a companion at your side, no matter what.' - it speaks to me.

The fandom itself has seen better days. The years since Bleach's abysmal unsatisfying conclusion has firmly split it down the middle.

Then again, that's most fandoms these days.

🎯 Do you have a writing milestone you’re working towards?

Not milestone so much as, I just want to write more content for a character I'm really in love with and was cast by the wayside in the canon.

I mean, think about it - the last we ever see of 'Kaien' is a psychotic Arrancar Puppeting his corpse. What thing to send him off on! What a horrific final impression to leave! I want to explore what the story would be like if certain scenarios allowed him to survive. Which spawned BB verse, OMTSYA (although he did die, he has reincarnated) and in other upcoming stories I have on the back-burner.

I think the potential relationship between Kaien and Ichigo would've been exactly what Ichigo needed throughout most of the story.

Although if I have to give a tangible milestone? I'd like to finish Part 1 of Black and Blue this year. But I'm running out of steam a bit on that one, so that might be pushed to next year instead.

#bleach #bleach au #kaien shiba #nejibana #writing #my writing

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papalo-palo · 18 days

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WHM 52, MSQ 35 - Eyes on Me

I would not have had the peace to think things through if not for Marques. The least I could do was to thank him. I found him inside of the church, but instead of the solid repose that I had become accustomed to, the man was barely able to hold himself still. Though Sable and I had neither seen nor sensed anything amiss at the church, Marques is sure that he is being watched somehow.

If I had met him before what happened at the Waking Sands, I would have dismissed his concern as so much aftereffect of the Calamity. But I am still wondering how the Garleans knew where and when I was supposed to be. So I did not dismiss him without thought, but encouraged him to continue telling me of his concern.

"This is different―sinister. It is as if I am…under observation. The feeling comes and goes…but I felt it when last I ventured outside. Yes. I know I felt it. Will you look outside for me…please? It will only take a moment."

Yes, I will look. There has been too much of Garleans in my life lately, and this strangely built man with his strangely place goggles and his strangely knowledgeable skill of Garlean works is giving me the same aether vibes as the white-armored woman that killed Noraxia. Regardless of what Marques is, he deserves the same peace and quiet as all who seek shelter. I wasn't here for my fellows in the Waking Sands.

I am here now, for Marques.

It was raining hard when I emerged from the church. The rain was blown sideways as the winds tried to drive me back into shelter. I welcomed the unruly weather, as it would make it harder for anyone snooping around to remain hidden. Indeed, I felt something off in the lower graves to the east of the church. I hopped the fence and began looking.

An Imperial Frumentarius leapt out at me! Unable to hide, he sought to recover his position by removing me from mine. This being my first combat after Titan, I almost scared myself with how easily I unmade him now that the environment wasn't dampening my ability to channel aether. Whatever insult the Garlean had planned came to nothing as Sable kicked him with all of her anger and he crumpled to the ground, dead. The nature of the lichyard is such that any fallen flesh is quickly undone. All that remained of the soldier was his military-issued sword. I picked it up and tucked it in my bag for safekeeping.

Sable quickly carried me out of the torrent and back into the church where I informed Marques of what happened. He was not surprised to find his worry was justified and not surprised that I had been attacked. He was glad that I was unharmed, but now his worry deepened as he spoke out loud what we both were thinking.

"But why was he watching me? What did he want with me? Did he, perhaps…know something of my past? If only I could have asked him…" Marques looked at me with painful dismay. "I…I need to think. Please, allow me a moment alone. Wait. Father Iliud must hear of this. Will you tell him for me? It's important. I think others may come for me again."

Marques stood off to the side as Father Iliud approached. He looked at us both questioningly. When I explained Marques's worry and what happened to justify that worry, the priest was rightfully taken aback. He interrogated me for my observations about the Garlean's clothing and possessions. I presented the sword I had recovered from the attack.

Father Iliud identified the sword as being made from Garlean steel. As he spoke his observation aloud, the conclusion of his thought forced a change of words. He instructed me to go to Camp Drybone at once and call for help from the Immortal Flames before more imperials come.

I can't allow what happened at the Waking Sands to happen again!

Before I could turn to leave, Father Iliud shoved five Allagan Silver pieces into my hands. Without words, I understood why. The Immortal Flames are Uldahn forces after all. And no Uldahn acts without proper compensation. Very well, if it comes to that, I will pay the price in full.

Scarce had I thought to turn towards the door when it opened. The Scion Alphinaud strode in with carefully measured steps. He stepped in, noting who was present in the church and began speaking with regret that he was not the first to greet me after the fall of Titan. He knew of what had happened and had not come here to further the Empire's ambitions, but to revive the Scions of the Seventh Dawn.

I wanted to slap him, this Elezen child with so much book knowledge that he is blind to the experiences of others. I knew that I was not long emerged from childhood myself, but even I can tell when to engage in an act of strategy and when to engage in an act of immediate importance.

But then Alphinaud turns his attention to Marques and greets him as "the greatest engineer of our time". Before I could call out the child, he goes on to address him as "Master Cid Garlond"? Who…?

Father Iliud corrects Alphinaud before I could, which is good, for the good father has much more grace than I did. But then the same man that was just exhorting me to race to Camp Drybone for help, now begs Alphinaud to leave him in peace.

Don't engineers make things? Fix things? Tinker with things? I had the feeling there was more to this intrigue than random soldiers lurking about in lichyards.

As if to punctuate my confusion, Marques cried out and fell to his knees. Something had stirred in his affected mind and he was obviously in distress and struggling. But instead of rushing to his aid, Alphinaud only called out using the name of "Cid" once more. "Hear me, Cid! Eorzea needs you!"

My desire to slap the Elezen was barely overwhelmed by my desire to help the pained man on his knees. Cid or Marquess, I did not care by what name he would rise, but as a White Mage I did care that he was in pain! I wanted to yell at the pampered dandy to leave the church and let the man work out his life for himself.

But Marques roughly stumbled to his feet. He staggered towards Alphinaud before looking back at Father Iliud. He struggled to speak but only rough noises escaped him. Father Iliud closed his eyes and nodded at the hooded monk, bidding him to remain in place with only that silent command as he left to a back room.

When Father Iliud returned, he carried a crate with a tool resting upon it. He placed the crate before Marques. "Cid, was it? Here…these belong to you."

"Our time together was all too brief, but it felt as though my son had returned to me. you have brought joy to an old man's life. But it is time for you to help those who truly need you." Father Iliud backed away from the crate. He held his face well, but the land and I could feel his sorrow. He had been holding on to the strange man's loss of memory to fill the hole left by the death of his son. To care for him was to care for a son he no longer had. I understand now why he wanted Alphinaud to leave, and why he suddenly permitted Alphinaud to remain.

Marques knelt down and picked up the crafting hammer from atop the crate. His hand slipped easily around the heavy shaft and I could see his whole body adjust to raise it as it stood to take a posture that it had known for all of this man's life. Marques knelt down, wavering and unsure, but it was Cid that stood strong to challenge Alphinaud. "Who…are you?"

"Alphinaud Leveilleur, at your service."

If it were not for the land under my feet telling me to hold my tongue, I would have struck that entitled accent out of this child's mouth. But my skill is such that I not only hear the elementals of the Twelveswood, but it seems that I am beginning to feel the aether currents in all of Eorzea. As such, I had to trust the land's guidance, and held my tongue.

The boy introduced himself and told me what I had already prepared to hear. Everyone knew what happened at the Waking Sands. Everyone knew what happened to the Scions of the Seventh Dawn. Everyone who was so focused on restoring what they had lost to the Calamity, that they had left dealing with primals to the Scions, and now the Scions are gone.

Worse, the Ixal in Coerthas have summoned the primal Garuda and are preparing for an assault. Alphinaud has been informed that she surpasses both Ifrit and Titan in strength. But with all these horrible news, Alphinaud wants to challenge the primal in our order's decimated state to send a message to the other beast tribes to stand down. To do that, he must first break through the tempest that shields her sanctuary. And to do that, he needs an airship. Not just any airship.

He needs Cid's airship.

Cid, who just recovered a memory of his identity, who is still struggling to understand who he is, is now being demanded to present to this petulant sapling of entitled lineage to present something that no one has seen since the Calamity.

Oh Matron Nophica, grant me the strength to hold on to the land's wisdom and not encase this spoiled child with stone!

Cid considered Alphinaud's words, asked a moment of our time, and withdrew to another chamber with the crate. When he emerged, he was dressed in an engineer's attire and had hung the tool from a dedicated loop about his belt. He had accepted who he is (what little he remembers of who he is). His desire to help one and all has pushed him to accept Alphinaud's quest to find his airship, even though the man barely remembers his name.

The land encouraged me to go with them.

I shall. I turned my back once, and so many needlessly died. This time, the Scions shall have my full attention and as much power as the land will give me.

#ffxiv #The Memoirs of Papalo Palo

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aashi-heartfilia · 2 years

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Not just any hero, we need THE HERO

I like how almost every important character in MHA had an arc about being their own person.

The most obvious one being Shouto and Tenya who don't even choose their hero names properly because Iida thought he wasn't good enough to carry on the legacy of his big brother and Shouto who wanted to walk out of Endeavour's shadow.

It's a good thing because they do receive development and finally find out the kind of heroes they wanna be.

For Shouto who wants to be a reassuring hero like All Might, also a hero to his family and save Touya. As for Iida, we have already seen in the VH arc that he is Ingenium, the hero that will dash to grab the hand of a lost child, almost completing their charcter arcs.

But well, their were two other people who didn't get proper hero names at that time : Bakugo and Uraraka.

Yes, Uraraka too because it was never explained what kind of Hero she wanted to be?

Growing up in a family with weak financial condition made her practical and her hero name reflects that.

Ura is her sir name and including that in her hero name was a way to show how much she loves her family and Vity for obviously Zero Gravity.

But then again, what kind of Hero will she be? Probably, she herself never gave it much of a thought because she initially wanted to be hero for her parents and to make other people happy.

"When the heroes showed up, I was more excited to see the expressions of the bystanders. I loved how happy everybody looked"

The answer has been building up since JTA where Uraraka questions if a hero's job is to suffer in silence, I quote: Who protects the heroes when they are in pain?

Leading us to thinking that Ochako will be the hero that will save other heroes but what if I tell you that's not the case, cause we already got an answer for that.

With the Villain hunt arc coming to an end and her grand speech she comes to a conclusion that: We protect the heroes. Meaning it's a give and take.

If the heroes are promising to protect the society and maintain peace, the public also should show support and help them instead of criticizing them!

This question mirrors Toga's ideals during the war arc: Whom do Heroes save? If a hero's job is to save people then wasn't Jin a person too?

And it is followed up again in the recent chapter where she comes to this conclusion that: Only heroes and the people they protect that valued as people, rest don't matter.

And Ochako already has the answer:

Heroes save everyone.

And these are not the only parallels in Ochako and Toga. Remember the time when Toga visits her old house? Why go to a place that hurt you so much?

She went their to remind herself that she cannot back down anymore. Like it's more dawning on her, the heavy realisation of villainy.

This is a parallel to how Ochako was viewing the city with a sad expression on her face when Deku thanks her. She was also putting a wall infront of her to not think about Toga's perspective. To fulfill her job as a hero.

The more you think about it, the more you realise how similar they are.

They both put a wall infront of them to not think about the other.

They've both seen an important person next to them go away due to the actions of other side. They have seen the harm the other is causing them and it has taken away the light in their eyes.

Even now that Toga states she doesn't think about Ochako anymore, it feels like she's lying and now Ochako is being the upfront person telling Toga that she's been thinking about her all along.

Another tiny detail to notice in the recent chapters is Toga's mask. Usually she takes it out to talk to other people symbolising that whatever she's saying is true but after Deku confirming her fears unknowingly, she puts on the mask again.

Symbolising that she's the one closed off now. What's interesting is that just like Ochako who doesn't have a proper explanation to her hero name,

Toga doesn't even have a Villain name.

Touya goes by Dabi and Tenko goes by Shigaraki, and so does Snipper, Overhaul and the rest but not Toga. She has been going with her real name from the start.

But even though she was going with her real name, she was never her own person, which was basically the point of this discussion.

She always wanted to be like someone.

Her desires were so strong that it led them to power-up and even use the quirk of the person she likes. In the recent chapter however, even she accepted that:

She is HIMIKO TOGA and she needs no heroes!!

Just like Ochako who's pretty infamous by the quote:

I'll win and be just like Deku!

She said it once and people reduced her to a mere love interest, lol.

So everytime, in almost every situation even Ochako goes like "what would Deku do at a time like this?" And not what she should do which exclaims nothing but character development when she says:

Just like you, I follow my own desires, as Ochako Uraraka.

So even if Ochako was the more closed off one at the beginning, after seeing all the chaos and destruction, she grew up to be the strong person she is who takes on sh*t and jumps straight to action.

Okay the cherry on top is:

EVEN HER ICONIC BLUSH IS GONE!!?

How is nobody talking about it? You know she's already done with this shit! On a side note: Bakugo can't even call her pink cheeks anymore, lol.

And now Toga is being the more closed off one, putting on a mask ready to go on a rampage. They have both been through a lot at such a young age. They're just mere 16 years old for crying out loud!!

They are not flawless and they both have their own ideologies and insecurities. They question the norms that society puts on them and now they have found the other.

They already have the answer to each other's questions and even though Toga doesn't want to acknowledge Uraraka, she will still reach out and save Toga, so that she can be the person she wants to be without society hating her.

Because even if Toga thinks that she doesn't need any heroes it's not true.

She doesn't needs just any hero. She needs THE HERO, OCHAKO URARAKA.

The kind of Hero Ochako will be!

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ddarker-dreams · 3 years

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Epiphany. Yan Albedo x Reader

Warnings: General yandere themes, implied unhappy previous relationship, and spoilers for Albedo’s story. Word count: 2k.

It wasn’t fair.

A snowstorm, unlike anything you’ve ever seen rages outside, shards of lustrous ice falling from the sky with the intent to kill. The Dragonspine’s traditionally somber ambiance contorts into something far more sinister. Numerous hues of grays and dark blues blur together, obscuring your view of the mountainous region. It’s difficult to see anything outside Albedo’s workshop save for the storm.

“Your shaking won’t stop unless you sit by the fire.”

His matter-of-fact declaration startles you. Albedo hadn’t spoken in some time, his attention devoted to a specimen he had discovered prior to the storm. You would’ve shared in his enthusiasm if not for the overall situation and company. Sighing reluctantly, you stand from your spot, hugging yourself to stave off the biting cold. It’s impossible to settle on which is worse: staring at the blizzard or staring at him.

Albedo’s fair skin glows from the light of the crackling fire, sandy blonde hair tousled around his face without care. As he studies the new specimen, his lips purse, eyes focusing on nothing but the work before him, like nothing else mattered. This is how you’ve always known him to be. Even if the world was falling apart around him, Albedo would never falter from what catches his interest until he felt sated.

Sensing how you’re fixating on him, his attention flickers briefly to you, an unidentifiable emotion gleaming in his eyes. You’re the one to avert your gaze first. Sucrose is going to owe you majorly for this one, why did you even accept her request in the first place? Thinking about it now and cursing your past self does nothing yet you still occupy the time by doing just that. She had come to you panicked, pleading that you take this letter to Albedo in the Dragonspine, claiming it’s urgent. In the heat of the moment, your judgment lapsed and you caved. She spoke of needing to continue her research in Mondstadt or else she would’ve done it herself.

Look where your goodwill has gotten you now, you think. She owes me a week’s worth of dinner.

You lament giving credence to his advice, but your stubbornness concedes, the cold too miserable to withstand any longer. The fire is right by his side to add insult to injury. Did he do that on purpose to spite you? It’s unlikely, yet your mind wanders to the worst-case scenario. If any other citizen of Mondstadt were privy to your suspicious thoughts, they’d think you unreasonable, as Albedo has established his reputation well. He’s a known eccentric, sure, but a genius one. A few quirks on his behalf that anyone else could overlook.

Quirks that you used to overlook yourself.

“Would you please grab my bag,” he doesn’t look away from his prized sample but motions to the general area it’s in. “I need to write down my observations.”

You follow through with what he asks. There was a time you’d have been over the moon to participate in his process, you used to practically trip over yourself to do anything he needed. That enthusiasm has long died off and been replaced by apathy. It’s when he reaches out to take the bag from you that you snap from your trance-like reverie. Whatever remnants of obedience that lingered in your subconscious are brushed away, as you decide to finally challenge him.

Inhaling sharply, you hold the bag just out of his reach, finally earning his recognition for more than a millisecond.

“I’m not your assistant anymore.” Among other things, you think.

The words come out more childish than you intended. What you had meant to communicate was your new, critical view on him — he’s a person just the same as anyone else — who held no authority over you. You hold your breath awaiting his response. Albedo doesn’t have an intimidating presence, not in the traditional sense. It’s his mind that you’re wary of. There’s no guessing what sentiments run through his head, yet that’s never stopped you from trying to unravel the mystery that is his thought process.

He gives you a long, hard stare. “I’m aware of that.”

Where were you going with this again? Albedo doesn’t need to point out your needlessly spiteful behavior with words, his mildly irate facial expression says it just fine. His thin eyebrows threaten to furrow together and the corners of his lips curl down into a frown. You’re unsure of what bothers him more. What you pointed out, or that his work is being interrupted for even the slightest moment.

The budding confidence you had is all but crushed beneath the weight of his unblinking gaze. Clearing your throat, you decide to take a new approach, straightening your posture in an attempt to be taken more seriously.

“Then tell me, why do you still act like I am?” Your question comes from a genuine place of confusion. Ever since your arrival, you’ve begrudgingly done the odds and ends he’s asked of you, almost like clockwork. You had fallen back into the rhythm that was your life up until a month ago. There was just something about the silent authority he carries that makes it impossible to say no.

That is, until now. You’re determined to clear up the problems that have plagued your mind. Albedo’s had his time to be nonchalant like nothing happened between you two, but you’re not having it anymore.

“Force of habit,” he nods his head towards your hand that holds his possessions captive. “Now, would you please…?”

Your grip tightens and you shake your head defiantly. “No. Or at least, not until you give me a better explanation. Not just about that. How you act in general… none of it makes sense to me.”

It wouldn’t take much effort from his half to wrangle his bag from you, you’ve seen him in action before after all, so it comes as a surprise when he instead gives in. You blink, gaping when he takes a seat by the roaring fire, and motions for you to do the same. An opportunity like this is hard to come by. The past few weeks, it’s been your code of conduct to avoid any interaction with Albedo, but your frustration can no longer be repressed.

You take a seat by his side but intentionally leave some distance.

There’s so much you want to say. Insults, questions, demands, anything. Anything that could give just a hint of closure that he refused to offer himself. It doesn’t help that this familiar area brings memories with it — good and bad alike — painful nostalgia eating away at your heart from the inside out. While you battle with your inner thoughts, he observes you in silence. For a time you hear nothing but the crackling of the fire and wind howling outside.

Finding the courage to speak up, your throat tightens as you force a question out. “Did I… mean so little to you?”

It’s rare that Albedo ever looks taken aback, but your inquiry managed to do just that. His eyes widen ever so slightly, confusion etching onto his face before he manages to compose himself. Lots of intimate discussions had gone this way. You’d spend hours prepping yourself, meticulously going over what it was you wanted to say, only for the words to die on your tongue when you saw him.

“I don’t understand what you mean.” He appears genuinely perplexed and you can’t help but feel silly. It may have served you better to think long about this, you realize, but now it’s too late. You rush to explain yourself in hopes of making better sense.

“When I said I wanted to, er, part ways,” you can’t help but cringe at not knowing the proper label for ending whatever was going on between you two, “You just seemed, I don’t know, indifferent…?”

In your head, this went down in such a different way.

Your cheeks are set ablaze by the humiliation his silence brings. It’s not the first time you’ve felt this exact way when bringing up your feelings to Albedo, yet it’s just as awful. Archons, does he always have to look at you like you have three heads?

When he finally gives you an answer, you wish you had never asked.

“I knew you would come back to me eventually.”

Now it’s your turn to give him an incredulous look. He says it without an ounce of hesitation, never once breaking eye contact, his resolve holding firm. Sensing a need to clarify, he attempts to do just that.

“I considered a variety of variables,” he raises his hand and brushes his knuckles over your face, the unexpected tenderness making you shiver. “I know how your mind works very well. When you told me that’s what you wanted, your physical mannerisms didn’t line up with what you were saying.”

Your heart drops but he doesn’t stop there.

“Biological responses never lie. It wasn’t anxiety that kept you from looking me in the eye then, it was reasonable doubt. You know it as well as I do. There’s something about me that you can’t place, and the natural human response to the unknown is caution.”

He stops caressing your cheek. “So, tell me [First], and maybe then you’ll reach the conclusion you’ve been searching for. Why are you afraid of me?”

Everything feels wrong. How he’s whispering such horrifying ideas into your mind, leading the conversation with expertise. Is it charisma? You don’t think that’s the proper word. No, it’s how damn certain he is, how he never once leaves room for argument.

Albedo appraises your silence coldly.

“See? You’re not sure yourself. Thus why I knew you’d return to me,” he retracts his hand and leans back, but the ghost of his touch leaves your face tingling. “When you don’t understand something, you study it. That’s who you are. It’s why I picked you to be my assistant, that quality of exhausting curiosity, much like the one I have myself.”

He’s hypnotizing you with his words, his even tone, his silent authority. You’re drawn in like a moth to a flame and trapped in a verbal standoff. Whether it was a result of your Vision flickering subconsciously resulting in the fire diminishing or some other cause, you realize what little warmth in the cave is disappearing, your breath materializing in front of you as a result.

But it’s only yours.

That’s when it clicks deep inside the recesses of your mind. Apart of what always bothered you about Albedo was this sense of uncanniness. Whenever you thought you were understanding him better, new mysteries would arise, leaving you worse off than when you started. This combined with his workload and the emotional distance you felt between the two of you is what led to your separation.

Albedo’s face is but a few inches away from yours. He’s patiently awaiting a response or anything you could muster to challenge him with, though both of you are aware that no such thing exists.

You manage to surprise him again by asking another question. “Why… why are you not breathing?”

And how could you never have noticed until now?

His long eyelashes flutter shut. “Relationships truly are troublesome. There are unspoken rules and expectations, both of which take effort to satisfy. I hadn’t mind trying to do so to keep you happy, but that approach didn’t work as intended.”

Had it not been for the hammering of your heart and how lighthearted you feel, you’d challenge him on his definition of trying. Instead, you watch without so much as moving an inch, too in awe to utter a single word.

“You always asked me to be more romantic, but I guess the phrase you take my breath away won’t suffice here,” he sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “I’ll tell you, but once you know… well, I don’t think I can ever let you leave my side.”

“I hope you won’t mind keeping me company a bit longer than you intended to.”

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