#damn i forgot what she had specifically but it just ! lined up a lot a lot w where i was and How i felt and it was surprisingly rlly persona
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Lore Olympus ep. 256 critique
A note from last episode
One thing I forgot to mention in my last episode critique is why would Apollo even be allowed to take the throne? Hera still exists. Zeus has brothers who could step up. Other legitimate children. Obviously, Apollo is the “de facto” ruler for the sole reason that the plot needs to be driven forward somehow, but realistically Apollo would be, like, the last person who’s allowed to step up. Speaking of which, where is Artemis? She knows what Apollo is like. Why doesn’t she step up if they’re letting literally anyone rule?
Ah, yes, of course. Our fearless protector of women, everyone. I have so many things I could say about Artemis and her portrayal in this comic but for the sake of keeping this post relatively short, let's move on.
The fucking nightie
Oh. My. God. The nightgown.
I literally had to put down my phone when I first saw her in this. The rage I felt and still feel when I look at her.
Persephone is a queen and she just found out her brother-in-law/supreme ruler is in critical condition after being poisoned with a "mystery substance". Jfc have a little decency. And I don't want to hear "Oh WeLl ShE oBvIoUsLy DiDn'T hAvE tImE tO cHaNgE" or "sHe DoEsN't HaVe AcCeSs To ClOtHiNg" because she so obviously did. Hades is wearing a full-ass suit. She had time to cut her hair and "accessorize" with a stupidly oversized hat and cape. She is a QUEEN. She has access to all the clothing she could possibly want. Persephone has no excuse for showing up in a skimpy little nightgown.
I just-
Persephone is not a good queen
Let’s be real here. Persephone is a terrible queen. What have we, as readers, actually seen her do for the betterment of the underworld.
She doesn't even follow through on her "promise" to help with the influx of the dead. Instead, she focuses on her own personal problem of her powers taking a massive shit because of a deal she made with an unknown being (which was her own choice). I mean, who could've foreseen the consequences of making a shoddy deal with being you've literally had no previous interactions with. Not me, that’s for damn sure /s
Let's see what Persephone has done thus far leading up to and during her reign as queen:
terrorized lower-class citizens
caused the return of Kronos
caused a child deity to be held hostage/abused by Kronos
Tartarus being controlled by Kronos (caused by Persephone)
the mortal realm dying
still hasn't established Elysium
verbally abused recently deceased mortals because they're confused and haven't provided a resounding yes to help with... whatever it was she was trying to do.
lots of sex
letting 2 beings who have no business listening to a leadership meeting listen in anyways because it's "background noise"
Yep, all the actions of a great queen.
Also, side note, when have we ever seen Hecate be nosey? Please correct me if I'm wrong, but Hecate has pretty much always looked out for her best interests and tried not to get involved in others' drama. Am I surprised that Rachel is changing a character's personality? No. Am I disappointed? At this point, also no. Let's continue on.
The meeting
The meeting was certainly… something. I will say I loved Apollo getting his shit rocked by Ares. But after that, Apollo says this:
I mean... he's kinda right? Yes, it was all a big ploy to get specifically Persephone there, but Apollo isn't wrong. Persephone does have a habit of hiding in the underworld and letting Hades deal with her shit instead of facing her problems head-on. Yet another fantastic trait to tack onto her resume as queen.
And on that note, we circle back to the beginning of this post. After Hades has his big-boy temper tantrum, Athena and Amphitrite rightfully point out a few things:
Athena is right, Apollo has no claim to the throne, not when Hera is still around and especially not as a bastard child of Zeus. In terms of a line of succession (especially since all of his children excluding Hebe are grown), Athena would be the best candidate for this temporary position. She's the goddess of wisdom. Who else could fit this role? Poseidon and Amphitrite are busy ruling the oceans, Hades and Persephone are off doing whatever, Ares is all brawn and no brain, and Hephestus wants nothing to do with his family. I mean, we haven't actually had any kind of serious interaction involving him since like halfway through s2 I'm not counting those 2 little portions in s3 with Aphrodite.
And once again, we have a character that is so close to figuring it out but I guess we can't be affording too many brain cells to Amphitrite since she was to share with all the rest of the characters. Also, rip Aphitrite and all her pretty loops and swirls. I miss the individuality the characters had back in s1.
Before the meeting can continue any further, Demeter bursts in deeply distressed and crying out:
B-bbb-but how can we tell if the mortal realm is actually dying if we don't have a handy little message at the end of the chapter that clarifies whether or not this is a metaphor???? Rachel, you know your audience only has the reading comprehension skills of a kindergartener, how do you expect us to cope??
Sorry lol.
Final thoughts
Surprisingly I found this chapter to be a little short, but I don’t know if that’s just me. Again I wouldn’t say that this chapter is any worse than 255 but it’s not great either, y’all know the drill by this point.
Until my next post! I’m hoping to be all caught up by early next week? And then I can start posting more fun things that aren’t chapter critiques 👀
#anti lore olympus#anti lo persephone#lo critical#unpopular lo#lore olympus#unpopular lore olympus#anti lo#lo critic#lore olympus criticism#lo critique#lo criticism#lore olympus critical#lo hate
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Hey I figured I should do a lil about me type thing. Plz don't judge too harshly again this is my actual life. So anyway here we go! 😵💫
@all-things-ghostly thx for this idea
I was born in 2004 in Newport Beach and grew up in sunny southern California, specifically one city over from Anaheim. And yes, I went to Disneyland, quite often actually. I'd say I went maybe 2-3 times a month or if it was around the holidays or a special event it was every weekend if I could. So, needless to say, I know Disneyland pretty well. Unfortunately, I had to move out of California in 2017, but that's a story for another day.
I was, for a long time, afraid of the mansion, surprisingly enough. The only thing I was afraid of was the pop up ghosts so everytime I passed the gate to the graveyard I'd close my eyes until the ghost host said his line "Ah there you are." and I knew I was safe. That was until a friend of mine who was a few years older than me took me through it and pointed out which graves had pop ups and when they usually spring up. I wanna say that I was around 5 or 6 when this happened. O also I remember the beating heart bride before Constance kicked her out lmao. I remember not being afraid of her because she just kinda chilled out there, she was super pretty according to mini me. My parents r super mega Disney fans and we used to go to an actual Disney club in CA and I remember it was a big announcement at our monthly meeting that a new ghost was taking over the attic and it was super exciting. I also remember when they announced they were installing Hattie into the mansion again and it was super cool to me since I already knew the history of the figure.
Anyway enough about the mansion (for now). For a long time my favorite attraction in the park was Splash Mountain. Yes I understand everything now but back when they were taking it out I had no idea about song of the south and the underlying story of it all. Now that I understand tho, I can say that it was super problematic and really shouldn't have been there. I really just thought it was about cute fluffy animals singing about a rabbit escaping death and u get wet. I mostly liked it because it had a single rider line and it was nice to ride alone on a hot day.
I'd say Indiana Jones was my 2nd favorite, even tho their single rider was kinda on and off sometimes, and I didn't come around to actually riding it for fear of the mummies that come out at you, that big projection of kali that appears on the cieling in the skull room, and the giant snake, until I was 6 or 7. I say 6 or 7 because again that same friend helped me through it. But after I got through it with my eyes open I loved it.
Ok enough of park rambling because I could probably talk about the parks until I die and I still wouldn't be finished talking. So I moved away from Cali sadly and I had to part with the park and characters I so loved. I wouldn't say I forgot about my love for these characters but I would say it faded, a lot actually. So let's talk recent, like early July 2023. I forgot what movie I was watching but I remember seeing a certain trailer before the movie that hit me over the head with a comically sized cartoon hammer. I remember seeing the purple wallpaper and I got real confused because I didn't hear /anything/ about there being another HM movie much less a scary one. Like this trailer made me so incredibly happy I cannot even tell u. When I saw that jerky constance in the corner shot I damn near cried. I was finally getting a more scary Haunted Mansion movie WITH ACTUAL HAUNTED MANSION CHARACTERS. Ya that went on the calendar real quick. Then I saw it in theaters and o my god was that THE hatbox ghost?? O my god??? They put him in here! O... o no... he's... he's evil... and he's so sassy and stupid... And then I fell. I not only fell for Alistair but I also fell back in love with characters and places I hadn't been since I was 13. And that love that had faded from being away for so long grew vibrant and close again. Ok quit it with the gushy mushy shit, me. Anyway so I really loved this movie and I had a Tumblr account at the time. I mean I wasn't posting anything but I had it to look into cool niche Fandoms. So I did just that. I didn't expect like anything but I was overjoyed to see so many people loving characters that I feel don't get enough of it.
And the rest, as they say, is history.
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GANGSTA. - ギャングスタ - PART 1
CRIME, ACTION, DRAMA
GANGSTA. by Kohske
(8 volumes, hiatus)
Mangaka Kohske-sensei is sick and works on updates when she can. There are chapters beyond volume 8 in JP that haven't been collected into a volume yet here.
Available in English here
Anime - Yes. I'll admit it's crunchy, poorly paced, and disappointing because the studio went under literally a few days after it finished airing and it shows, but it’s still fun? They did cut stuff from the manga and there's so much they didn't adapt, so I'd recommend reading it. I'm begging for a remake and a season 2 or something...
Links to my other manga posts here
~Part two of this post is here~
We've got a meaty post today, lads! Sit down, because I'm going to gush about the series that's going in my all-time favs and I've made it my whole personality lately. I'm here to push the GANGSTA. agenda!!! I’m about to be so damn annoying.
Back in 2015 I was going through college hell and wanted something to chill with during my meager downtime. And so the GANGSTA. anime answered the call. Watching TV while shoveling food into my face was my only free time.
A whopping 8 YEARS later now that I'm a freelancer and have a flexible schedule allowing me to get into manga more than ever before, among other factors, it was finally time for me to pick this up. Naturally, I forgot a lot over the years, plus having consumed the anime in my suffering college student frenzy, much of my memory is fuzzy. What I DO remember is that the setting and aesthetics were cool, I loved the characters, and I was mad crushing on Nicolas Brown.
I'm pleased to report that after rewatching the anime and reading the manga, the me of 8 years ago had excellent taste.
Fellas, I present my 34-year-old homicidal, feral, sweet-as-a-button, baby girl ❤️
***Trigger warnings for everything you can think of for this series.***
This post will be divided into: Why You Should Check GANGSTA. Out - What's It About? - Lots And Lots of Character Analysis (And Gushing)
I'm going to give an elevator pitch and spoiler-free summary on why you should check this series out since I feel like it's — dare I say — slept on. Later, I'll get into spoilers and give a heads-up when I do.
Why You Should Check GANGSTA. Out
Diverse cast- disability, race, and age.
Disabled main character- Nicolas is deaf, mainly communicates in sign language, and I personally feel like the way it's handled is awesome (more on that in the character analysis). There are also great portrayals of mental illnesses.
Primarily adult cast- our main trio are 24, 34, and 35. All different races/mixed race. Also, they look like this->
The cleavage crew. My babies are amazing, just look at them!!!
Cool setting.
AWESOME character writing- we're never spoonfed, and there's so much you can glean about the characters from bits and pieces given to us — which is what a large portion of this post will be dedicated to discussing. Tons of nuance.
FOUND FAMILY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Found family? You have me hook, line, and sinker.
You can tell it was written by a female author if you know what I mean... Hear me out, I get into this more later. Please don't roll your eyes at me. I'm going somewhere with this.
Other than GANGSTA. I'm specifically thinking of Dorohedoro right now. It's the only time I've ever laughed at a boob joke and the whole, "Oh no, I walked in on a girl naked" joke and all that. Also, the bikini top/scantly clad outfits in that series don't give me the ick. Don't ask me to explain, I can just taste it. It's the execution.
While there are characters who are in romantic/sexual relationships, there are also a lot of platonic/familial relationships as well. I like romance as much as the next person and I can get really sappy sometimes, but I also want more non-romantic relationships between men and women. Sorta tired of the whole "a man and woman are in the same vicinity so they must bang, they HAVE to pair up". Again, love me some romance, but more of the other stuff too, please! And GANGSTA. delivers wonderfully. Some of the best depictions of the dynamic I crave that I've ever seen.
Look at this banger opening:
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The ED is awesome too!
And last, but certainly not least, I'd like to present my "Nicolas Brown propaganda" video of this clip from Episode 1:
Look me in the eyes and try telling me this isn't the best thing ever. My man kicked a cop car in to stand up for Alex so they could save her and take her home!!! Also, Nic is voiced by Tsuda Kenjiro, the VA behind my other fictional crush, JJK's Nanami 'Husband-Material' Kento! Fair warning, I'm not going to shut up about Nic.
I have to admit, it’s difficult for me to wholeheartedly recommend the anime because of what I mentioned at the very top of the post. The voice actors were the best part of the anime, while the animation was… meh, and the pacing is not great. But it's still enjoyable! The manga destroyed me so good, though…
BTW if you're one of those people who are hesitant to get into a series that's on hiatus like my bestie, she HATES reading stuff on hiatus, I implore you to give it a go anyways. I successfully roped bestie into committing hehehe. It managed to absolutely wreck me in 8+ volumes. It's so worth it and I was very happy with how the last currently out chapter (#56) ended.
In case you were wondering... No, I still haven't recovered from Banana Fish.
There's also a completed spin-off series, GANGSTA: CURSED (I enjoyed it. I like action but it was almost too action-heavy for me. My fav parts of the main series are the quiet moments), a light novel GANGSTA: Death of Anosmic Stray Dogs (it was okay, Nic was funny but not enough of him, tbh I’ve read better fanfics), and drama CD's. I actually ordered the drama CD's to listen to later, but I'm traveling right now, and idk when I'll be home to pick up my package, so... And I read the extra manga that came with the Japanese Blu-rays (I enjoyed it).
What's It About?
Our boys Nicolas and Worick are the local "Handymen" doing odd jobs from deliveries and construction, to prostitution and homicide. They go way back, but their relationship is much more complicated than it initially seems.
The grungy city of Ergastulum is essentially an open-air internment camp. For who? Superhumans known as "Twilights", also called "Tags" for the tags they're required to wear. Twilights are the descendants of those who took the drug, Cerebret, developed during wartime to create enhanced soldiers. Their children inherit these qualities —making them an unintended consequence — but with a catch. They are forever dependent on consistent doses of Cerebret to stay alive and keep their bodies from shutting down. At the same time, however, it slowly poisons them, significantly slashing their lifespans. They are kept under surveillance, having been herded into Ergastulum, and xenophobia between them and the "Normal" non-Twilight refugees who settled there is constantly brewing. The Cerebret they need to survive is strictly regulated, expensive, and used to keep the Twilights on a short leash. They are in many ways, second-class citizens.
If you watched until the end of the Nicolas Brown propaganda video like I'm sure you totally did, you would have seen the tags dangling around Nic's neck — meaning that Nic is a Twilight. And in order to operate, he needs to be in a contract under someone. This contract puts the holder in ownership of the Twilight. In Nic's case, his contract holder is longtime friend and fellow Handyman, Worick. I'm sure you can imagine that it puts a certain strain on their relationship... Your BFF and roommate legally owning you even if it's to protect you? Awkward.
To make matters worse, Nic is running out of time, fast. The Cerebret, like I said, shortens the lifespan of Twilights. Various factors come into play regarding lifespan, but on average, they live into their 30's. And Nic is already 34 years old. I am... stressed, to say the least. I don’t know how he's going to pull through guys, I really don't.
Genuinely concerned for Nic's well-being. I don't trust Kohske to pull her punches...
Enter Alex — a prostitute the Handymen take off the street and offer refuge to. We learn about the city, the boys, the factions at play, and more alongside Alex, who has been thrown into this world. Worick is a charming sweetheart who I think sees a lot of himself in Alex, especially since he's been working as a gigolo from a VERY young age. And Nico despite his seemingly harsh exterior, is so damn kind and soft... They all are. I love my found family of traumatized dorks *sobs*
It's not all doom and gloom, though! We have funny, silly, cute-as-hell moments, too. And the domestic scenes? The quite, tender moments? Love. Obsessed.
I like how Nic is holding his old wanted poster with his face in the first panel like he's wearing it as a mask or something. And they're in separate interrogation rooms with glass between them but they can still communicate because Nic can read lips and Worick knows sign language. Clowns, the lot of them.
I admit at first, GANGSTA. seems like a kinda lame title. Like, as a native English speaker, if someone told me to check out a series with this title, it would give me pause lol. It really has that late 2000's to early 2010's aesthetic, edgy themes, plus the whole "Twilights" term — which when combined may make you think, "Yo, this looks lame," especially if you were a teen during that time. "Twilight" just makes me think of that Twilight, but we're ignoring that. For me, my teen years were cringe, and I'm sure many of you feel the same. But you know what? Mangaka Kohske-sensei rocks this vibe! She makes it cool! And now that I'm older, it's like, whatever embrace cringe, have fun and all that, y'know? So, GANGSTA. is great and totally not cringe in any way, hush.
She loves edgy characters — and eyepatches. Gosh, she loves eyepatches. And good for her! You do you, queen! I can dig it.
Bonus Nico because he's so damn cute. Love of my life.
But listen, this manga is deceptively deep, guys. You might think at first it’s simply crime, drugs, sex, and violence... But no! There’s more to it. The crime, drugs, sex, and violence are used to great effect instead of just edgy for the sake of being edgy. The plot is great and all, but the real bread and butter for me with this series are the ✨characters✨. I don't care if you have the sickest plot on the face of the planet. If I'm not obsessed with your characters... what are we doing here then?
Seriously, if I'm not willing to cut a bitch for your characters, try again.
It’s time to segue into ->
Lots And Lots of Character Analysis (And Gushing)
Goodness, where do I even start? So many good characters and moments to over-analyze! There's a boatload of stuff I want to talk about and I'm going to try and make it make sense. I’ll gradually dig deeper and deeper into the squad’s character. I do think I'll have to primarily focus on the main trio, or else my hands are going to fall off from all the typing.
Kohske-sensei doesn't spoonfeed us and doesn't treat us like we're dumb. You know when writers don't trust their audience to get something so they beat us over the head with it? Yeah, no, none of that here. Because a lot is implied or hinted at, this is going to be my interpretation of things. If you have a different take, I'd love to hear it! I'm going to just dive into the analysis with any evidence to support my claims, so I'm assuming you already know the story (or maybe come back later after reading the manga?) because from this point...
***SPOILERS UNTIL CHAPTER 56 FROM HERE ON OUT***
This section will be broken up into: Where It All Began - Nicolas and Nina - "Nice vs. Kind" - Worick and Alex - Nicolas and Alex - Nicolas and Worick - Nicolas - The Trio and The Scene That Had Me Bawling My Eyes Out - Brief Shoutouts to Characters I Also Want to Talk About, But This Post Is Already Long Enough
I'm about to get really sappy, so uh, here goes nothing.
(Note: the manga pages/panels I included for reference are arranged from right to left reading order btw)
Where It All Began
Let's start... at the beginning! The hankie. The first chapter establishes what kind of characterization we can expect from our main cast.
When we first meet our trio, Nic and Worick are leaning on a wall overlooking the city while Alex walks below, bleeding. And then, a handkerchief lands on her head. At first, it's not clear which of the Handymen dropped it down to her, but we're led to believe it was Worick as Nic had his back to the wall.
This is the first panel of Nic that made me go, "Well, hello there, sir 👀💦" Don't judge me. And like, why are half the buttons on his shirt undone? Worick too, LMAO. Not that I'm complaining..........
However, when Alex later thanks Worick for the handkerchief, he tells her it was actually Nic's. Awww, cute...
When the Handymen are hired to take out a gang, it turns out Alex is one of the prostitutes in the gang and therefore is going to be taken out by association. But the boys aren't too keen on this, which results in us getting the glorious Nicolas Brown propaganda scene I included earlier in this post. They claim her as their spoils after taking out the gang in order to keep her safe and get her off the streets. They even throw their weight around with the police by threatening to bash their heads in to do so.
This is all to say that while we see the boys do unsavory things like gleefully murder, we can see already that they're nuanced and SO DAMN KIND. They didn't have to do any of it. They had no reason to. They don't gain anything from it, nor do they expect to (more on this later).
Confirmed: They drink respect-women-juice. King shit.
The next day, we see that Nic seems to be acting pretty coldly with Alex. Right away, I took this as he's having a hard time opening up to her despite everything he did the day before to help her at no benefit to himself including saving her from a passed-out Worick LMAO. It's like... he's scared to get close. He doesn't mind her presence, but he stays at arm's length. We later get hints it's probably because of Veronica and he's afraid of getting hurt or getting someone hurt again. But, while running deliveries, we get this scene:
Which to me is Nic announcing that Alex is now under his protection — a fearsome rank A/0 Twilight. Yeah, it's to keep Worick's clients happy, but I think it's protection for her, too. They haven't known each other for a full 24 hours yet and the boys are already like, "Yeah she's with us. Leave her alone."
Nicolas and Nina
When we meet the absolutely precious Nina, we see a lot more of Nic's overt soft side. It's obvious he loves Nina a lot and is super affectionate with her and sees her as his little sister. And she very much loves him back!
I turn into a blubbering puddle of goop every time these two interact.
He goes out of his way to buy her the drinks she likes, holds her hand whenever they walk together, teases her, plays with her, comforts and holds her, and always keeps her safe no matter what. I could scream about every single panel they have together, but I want to highlight some of my favorite moments:
Worick disposes of the guys trying to kidnap Nina while Nic walks her to the clinic, but she stops at the sound of distant gunfire. Nic eases her anxiety by making her laugh and jokingly saying, "I didn't hear a thing," because of course a deaf man wouldn't lolllll. But he knew that she did indeed hear something because he knew what Worick was up to. But, they don't let Nina know that she was being tailed and in danger so as to not scare her.
Nina sleeps holding Nic's hand while he's passed out at the clinic, and when he wakes up he puts the blanket over her, careful not to wake her.
When Nic stays over at the clinic after he's hurt, the next day he jumps around rooftops with his superhuman agility, holding Nina close, simply to entertain this child he cares for dearly.
Alex asks Nina if she's scared of Nicolas, and while she understands Alex's hesitation, she says that, no she's not scared of him. She knows him for who he is, and not just how he seems. She knows he's actually a very soft man.
After all the patients at the clinic die, Nina is having a rough time processing her grief. She's a little girl with an enormous heart and was grieving over people she didn't even know. Nic leaves all the other grown-ups to go sit with her in his lap, against his chest, comforting her. Later, he takes her hand and walks her to Bastard to hear Alex sing and hang out with Loretta for a pick-me-up.
This scene pulls at my heart... Look at how much they love each other, and how much they feel comfortable and safe with each other. You can FEEL it.
After getting shot by Monroe and having seizures from Theo's experimental drug, Nic still tries to get up and go help the gang. Alex goes to stop him, meanwhile Nina... she looks at him with an aching heart, hurting because he's hurting. Taking his sword, she unsheathes it to reveal that it's broken. This causes Nic to have a moment where he realizes he too is broken and useless right now. So he slumps to the floor, allowing Nina to hold him. She was able to convey what she wanted to tell him — that he was in no condition to go anywhere and that she was worried about him — without saying a word.
To no one's surprise, this part had me in TEARS. So much is said with no words.
Nina puts her hands on Nic's, comforting him while he continues to be out of commission. Nic agrees to let Theo have his body to study as he's accepted his ever-looming demise, and Nina is... distraught. She cries for him. She cries while Theo tucks her into his lab coat, arm around her. I think that given Nicolas' history and trauma, having someone shed tears for him and be so gentle to him is extremely important. He spent the first 12 years of his life being abused on multiple levels and made to feel like he was nothing and then lived a harsh life even after he and Worick ran away. Having someone express this kind of emotion for him, this unfiltered love and care is important. Their casual, comfortable, and trusting tenderness is important.
"Nice vs. Kind"
I do want to emphasize that Nic isn't just kind to Nina. He and Worick are kind to everyone who isn't trying to kill them/has attracted their ire, that is. This is important to note for my next point -> Lately, I've been thinking a lot about something that I'm going to refer to as "nice vs. kind". I mentioned this in my AI Art post in a bit of a different context than we’ll be getting into here. While everything I'm going to talk about can apply to anyone, I'm going to focus on "nice guys".
Earlier, I talked about how the Handymen helped Alex without gaining anything or expecting anything in return. In fact, they're letting her bum off them and crash at their place for absolutely nothing. Combined with how our boys are good to pretty much everyone who isn't trying to kill them, I feel like this makes them truly kind instead of just "nice guys". When "nice guys" complain about how women in particular don't "give them a chance" or whatever it is they complain about, I have to laugh. You're being nice just because you want something from that person (such as getting a woman to sleep with you) or because you want to appear nice to people. In short, you're doing it only because you have an ulterior motive or something to gain — and it shows sooner or later. It's being selectively "nice" to people only when you are trying to gain.
Meanwhile, the boys don't do this at all. They aren't good to people because they're trying to gain something (unless it's work-related, they gotta eat after all). They don't care much about what people think of them or worry about "looking good". The boys follow what they believe in and act on it, even if it may seem morally grey or when it leads to them having not the greatest reputation with most people. But those who know them, know. And THAT is sexy and attractive, both in a romantic and platonic sense. When my friends are truly kind to me or anyone, I'm like, "Wow, that was so hot of you bestie."
When Nic was protecting the clinic in chapter three, Alex was scared of him. He unnerved her. Having just escaped from a man who abused her to hell and back, she was already on edge. Nic looked like an aggressive man, just like the last guy. Her initial impression is similar to the impression most people have of him. But he doesn't care about "looking good" because he's focused on doing right by those he cares about. THAT'S SOME HOT BOY SHIT!!!
Theo is great. We love Theo.
But how do I know without a shred of a doubt that they aren't expecting anything from Alex? I mean, isn't Worick having her help them with the business and do stuff for them? Yes, he is having her do stuff, but it's the intention behind it. When Worick asks Alex to man the phone while he's gone because Nic can't do it, he's giving her this task for her own sake. It's to make her feel included and useful and not feel like a burden, but without asking too much of her. I come from a culture that practices what I call "aggressive hospitality". What I mean is, for example, my friends will refuse to let me help clean up after dinner — and aggressively so — because I'm the guest. But I hate this because I feel useless and I'm just awkwardly watching you do all the work when I have two perfectly good hands. Like, PLEASE give me something to do, anything. And that's what Worick is doing for Alex! His asking her to do these little things is a kindness from him to her.
Besides, if Worick and Nic wanted to use Alex, they could have so easily at any time. A woman crashing with two guys after escaping an abusive pimp and is having drug withdrawals in a city where she has no one is an INSANELY vulnerable position to be in. She's quite literally easy prey. It wouldn't be unusual for someone in that situation to expect to be assaulted, to "pay with her body" in exchange.
But the Handymen, never go anywhere near that line. In fact, they completely reject the possibility, which leads us to one of my favorite scenes.
Worick and Alex
Alex's withdrawal symptoms are making her spiral and she's terrified. She needs to be useful. She needs to be useful the only way she can think of... or else. So she throws herself at Worick — but Worick shuts that shit down immediately. He doesn't entertain the possibility for a second. He refuses to use Alex. He could have taken the opportunity to "get some" but instead, he grounds her and makes her feel safe.
One of the most attractive qualities a person can have is making you feel safe, and I don't just mean physically safe. This isn't limited to what women find attractive in men or what's romantically attractive. This applies to a lot of relationships in general. (More on romance later, or rather lack of romance, because I didn't take this scene to be romantic.)
Worick went out in the rain looking for her. He saw that she picked up a John, going back to her old ways — and he never shames her for it. He just wants to take her home and is upset at himself for taking his eyes off of her. He makes it clear she owes him nothing. He reminds her that she's safe now, he's here now. And my sweet, sweet man just starts complaining to her about his crappy day in a silly, whiny manner to cheer her up and make her laugh.
He's like, "Boohoo, Nic fucked up my fancy shirt." LOLLL But seriously, I would trust this man with my life after all this.
The last line in this scene is some of the first instances of Worick being flirty with Alex, but in a way that I believe is another example of his kindness. Yeah, I said what I said. These scenes are some of the reasons that made me go, "I would bet money that this series was written by a female author." Some people might have the kneejerk reaction that these scenes are Worick being creepy, but I would argue that it's totally not the case.
When Alex visits Worick at the clinic, we get the following scene:
Alex is being hard on herself and feels ashamed. She pours out all the anxieties plaguing her mind, completely opening up to Worick. I don't know about you guys, but admitting how I really feel to someone, especially someone I care about and who I want to like me back in such a raw way is one of the scariest things you can do. What if they reject me? Or hate me? Will they think less of me?
But Worick brushes all this away so easily, again, never judging her. And again, he gives her something to do, to look forward to, with the promise of a song. Again, he gets flirty with her, joking around to lighten her mood.
"He's inappropriately touching her, though! How can you say that's kindness?"
Worick and Alex are both sex workers and have been from a young age. They both have trauma surrounding it. They understand each other in a way others can't. If Worick was invading everyone's bubbles and getting all touchy-feely with them, then I'd say yeah, he's being a creep. But he only does this with Alex. And while Alex might playfully smack him when he does, she's never really uncomfortable. She knows that he's doing this to cheer her up (and Worick uses humor as a coping mechanism — you can't fool me, sir. I have you CLOCKED).
If it actually made her uncomfortable, Worick would stop right away. He's earned her trust and continues to do so. This is what the banter and camaraderie between them looks like. It's like when I affectionately call my friend a "bitch" and say "I hate you" because we have an understanding with one another. If I did that with everyone, I would be an asshole. Meanwhile, my friend's mom yelled at her to be nice to me before I dump her ass. I was like, "Auntie... What are you talking about? We're literally having a brunch date together right now." LMAO, that's just how our relationship is and it works for us. In the pages above, you can see them horsing around, Alex "reprimanding" Worick for being a "perv" but quickly dropping her head on his chest and snuggling up to him. SHE FEELS SAFE WITH HIM!
AND HE FEELS SAFE WITH HER!!!!!!!
I didn't take this scene as romantic either btw.
I rest my case. Good day to you.
Actual picture of me reading about these dummies.
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~Continued in my part two post~
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uhh kenikari dev fun facts because why not
Under spoilers bc this thing is long with tons of images and text, but it doesn’t spoil any future game events dont worry
this was the first ever sprite I did for the game! I ended up discarding it bc it was more like a joke to see how the style would work and all. I hadn’t settled on a color for the tongue yet and I already had half of what would become the hair shading style
Originally I wanted to made the sprites more simplistic so to speak by adding next to no shading, because I wanted to draw them in far more different poses n stuff. In the end i realised that you would literally be looking at these for 90% of the game so they should probably be nicer and have actual shading
I made an alteration lol
Here’s the first ever shaded sprite, with Chuyo. The shaded hair had settled in, though I would end up giving him a different symbol thingie. I still followed the rule of somewhat minimal shading, but as my style developed I put it more details in the sahding and cloth folds. A fun fact about him is that I made him and the sprite and I put a name to the sprite and then i put it in my pc folders
And then I couldn’t find this sprite but it was okay bc his wheelchair design had changed and my style had too so I redid him completely. and gave him a nose lol. and then when it was time to present him in the game i DEADASS FORGOT I GAVE HIM A NAME. SO I MADE ANOTHER ONE.
his og name was Misuke and that’s the name of this file lol
A forgotten sprite for Lare’s presentation that i didnt end up using bc it kinda looked like an ahegao. if we push that aside you can compare it to the sprites that do appear in the game and see how I altered them later down the line to give her slightly more complex and accurate shading to the game’s current style. I’d say the biggest difference is the whole collar thingie. Originally the dress and shirt were meant to end like. the same way. but then i dont know how i came up with it but i started making the dress more square-y and it differentiated itself more from the shirt, so i changed the sprites to reflect that specifically
a lil drawing I made in 2019 with a laptop trackpad of Mako. I made another one before that and it was the first ever drawing of her, but I can’t find it so I can’t put it here
Originally Mako was meant to have more bruises and bandages but i ended up simplifying it so it could be easier to animate her and draw her from afar. She was the most complex design I’d made back then and I still kinda think she is, topped with other characters like Mero (he doesnt appear in the game its a sepparate mf)
the og Lare sprites that i made before i figured out how RPGmaker XP worked. she hasnt changed much, just removed the background and moved them around so that the walking cycle worked properly
in one of the incredibly early builds of the game that I only showed to my parents to test, I made some quick sprites of myself to announce that the demo had come to an end. These were rushed as hell and have a lot of imperfections and color spills, and I only made like 4. They have been removed from the files bc i wouldn’t use them again
the ending screen actually started as a quick doodle in my notebook. I liked it so much that I took a picture of it and digitalised it, and then I decided to use it in the actual game. I would show the original drawing, since i do actually have it, but it’s spoilers. idk maybe ill show it when the part it spoils comes out
This actually got me thinking that it wouldnt be fair if only alex were the one to say goodbye, since he’s not even the damn protag, so I’ve started to form ideas of end screens with the rest of the cast. Maybe the full chapter will have a different end screen, maybe it won’t. It depends if I do actually feel like doing it mid development bc i got bored with other stuff
That’s all, goodbye! :3
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My massive Gideon headcanon (it's sad OUGH)
(cw for mentions of childhood abuse/neglect. doesn't get graphic but there's mentions of it)
So for starters this is going based on the little bits and pieces we even have of Gideons personality, I'm not a professional psychologist or anything, I just like studying psychology and I have random experiences cause i have like c-ptsd n shit so I'm mostly basing it off that (ME PROJECTING AGAIN?!??!?) so yeah
Alr so for starters, I feel like there's 2 reasons why Gideon became the way he is. Either he was a spoiled brat with daddy's money who was never humbled (which I'm pretty sure fits Lucas more cause of that one line)OR he did not have the ideal upbringing at ALL. So I feel like the second option makes a lot more sense from a psychological standpoint. First of all, he very much prefers having control/power over other people and situations, like he NEEDS to have the upper hand. Another thing to point out is that one line were he says hes been stuck in his own head since he was born or smth (the glow stuff yadda yadda). so from that, I think that he had some sort of trauma where he was neglected or even abused during childhood (mostly going off personal experiences rn). I think the hypersexual headcanon also fits into this very well, especially with the possibility of him being neglected/abused. It's his way to gain control of a situation in a way, a way to get attention (not being an attention whore, more like the emotions in the moment) , its also a quick way to get serotonin i guess i forgot the specific chemical. But yeah, this bitch would do anything to avoid dealing with his own emotions. he's aware of his issues but chooses to almost run away from them and resort to self destructive behaviors to "cope". if his needs were never met (specifically emotional) and if it is all he was surrounded by, it would make sense for him to just straight up ignore ramona until she left. like he was probably conditioned by this trauma and would continue what he "learned", not that it's a good thing lmfao but im pretty damn sure he has major abandonment issues, i mean shit he literally froze his other ex girlfriends and mentions how one day they will all go out with him.
But ya you cannot convince me that gideon was a spoiled little kid while im at it imma project and say he grew up in poverty and now impulsively spends money to cope /hj
anyways i've been typing all of this out during physics and im still manic so if shit doesn't make sense its probably because of that, hopefully nothing sounds off cause of it, especially since i know this stuff personally.
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One of the many things Anne said over the years that has always haunted me is how Daniel deliberately left out a lof of things about Armand from IWTV. Specifically about his looks. He's described as being simple, beautiful and having dark eyes but not much else, and at first I thought that maybe Anne hadn't gone into detail because she hadn't fleshed out the character that much, but the fact that she rationalized it as Daniel very intentionally leaving that type of information about Armand out of the audience's reach is SO fascinating to me because... at that point they'd already begun their cat and mouse game and were beginning to fall for each other, so Daniel getting all possessive (and protective dare I say???) about Armand is just so sdjfhjsfjskhdsjk. In his mind, the world was ready for the goriest, most horrific aspects of Louis' tale, but it wasn't ready to know just how beautiful Armand was.
What a timely ask, anon. I've been having a lot of (literal and metaphorical) death of the author thoughts lately.
I think it's really hard to say what Anne intended to do at any given time. She was very open about the fact that she outlined little, just tended to sit down at the keyboard and see what happened, and so I think people can go around and around with these continuity issues until kingdom come. But the truth of it is like...she wrote about these vampires for nearly 50 years, she probably forgot some stuff and made up some other stuff to try to bridge those gaps.
I personally assume the Daniel keeping these details to himself thing was something she said to cover why this info was coming out in playboy vs an actual book but it is a really fun think to think about, isn't it?
(being completely honest, when I wrote that line in my fic about Daniel hoarding the details of Armand's appearance for himself I was just making shit up, I didn't even realize Anne had said anything like that until after lol So nice to know she and I shared a braincell for that one brief moment)
My personal head canon is that some he left out because his editors were like 'dude, this book is getting way too long and frankly this is gratuitous' (like that story that ended up in playboy? Daniel was desperate for some cash to travel on and so he dragged that sordid bit of smut out of his drafts and tossed it in the mail). The rest- god, he just really couldn't believe anyone could be that good looking. Maybe he assumed Louis had idealized him in his mind, maybe he decided no reader would find someone so beautiful palatable (especially in light of some of the things Armand let happen).
And then also a secret third thing, where Daniel has always kinda had a thing for redheads with big brown eyes and shit, did Louis know that about him and describe Armand like that just to mess with him or is there really some hot little blood sucking guy running around out there, being the smoke show of his dreams?
It's fun to wonder about, like it's fun to wonder about what all Lestat and Daniel left out of that chapter in queen of the damned. I hate that we don't have more content from them but I do love how many gaps we can fill in ourselves.
#like how many smut scenes were in devil's minion that lestat either mentally blocked out#or kept for vampire spank bank material#or had *his* editors be like lol we cannot print this human getting vampire fucked five times in ten pages#thoughts that haunt me at night#and keep me typing fic#apoptoses answers
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game over
An Omori timeskip in the wake of the worst end. Part 3 of 4.
Kel finds Sunny by a frozen lake, fishing through a hole in the ice. For a second, it looks like there’s someone standing beside him, or—maybe it’s just his shadow? But when Kel bounds closer, the shadow dissipates. A trick of the light, maybe. Or just more weird dream stuff.
“Hey bud! Catch anything good?”
Sunny glances back at him, and then turns coldly away. “I’m not talking to you.”
“What!! Why?? What’d I do??”
“No. Not like that.”
Oh. Good. Kel flops down in the snow and waits for Sunny to explain.
…He doesn’t.
Oh, yeah. Sunny isn’t really the ‘explaining’ type. Kel clears his throat. “So… What is it like?”
Sunny startles. “Oh. It’s just, you shouldn’t talk to me. You should be talking to Hero.”
“Huh?”
“Or Aubrey.”
“Huh????”
Sunny shoots a glare over his shoulder. “Be more specific.”
Right. Sunny is also not the ‘fill in the blanks in your open-ended question’ type. He’s a pretty literal guy, that Sunny. “Sorry, sorry. I guess I just mean… uh… Hero’s pretty busy, you know? And I don’t even know how I’d find Aubrey.”
“She lives two blocks away?”
“Not anymore, dude.”
Sunny looks surprised, then dismayed. He always hated when things changed.
“Sorry,” Kel says, shrugging. “But it’s all good. They’re sorta not that fun to talk to right now, anyway.”
“Less fun than me?”
“Uh, yeah! Are you kidding? Talking with you is the best!!”
“Was,” Sunny corrects him. He flicks the line expertly, a deft, practiced motion. Which is weird, ‘cause Kel is pretty sure that Sunny has never actually caught a fish.
“Yeah, yeah. You know what I mean, though. Why would I talk to them instead of you?”
Sunny gives him a sharp look. “I can’t tell if you’re playing dumb.”
“Wh– Hey!! I’ll have you know that I am exactly as dumb as I look!!”
Sunny turns away just a beat too late to hide his smile. “Okay. You should talk to them because they’re your friends—”
“You’re my friend!!!”
“—and they’re alive. So. That’s something you have in common.”
“...Ah.” It did sorta seem like that’s where this was going, yeah. “But… I don’t want to?”
“I don’t care.”
“Pff!” Kel sputters. “Ouch, dude, damn! Were you always this brutal?”
“Yes.” He pauses. “Wait. Maybe not last time. But still yes. I just forgot how to do it out loud.”
“Pfffww— Sunny!!! When you finally came out… Dude. Were you silently roasting me that whole time???”
“Of course not,” Sunny huffs. “You’re my friend. And anyway, I was—” He hesitates. “I. Had a lot on my mind.”
…Huh. For the most honest guy Kel’s ever met, Sunny’s sure acting like someone who’s keeping secrets. “Huh,” Kel says, out loud this time. “There’s something you’re not saying.”
Sunny looks surprised. “Yes.”
“But if I ask, you’re just gonna say you can’t tell me. ‘Cause it’s ‘too late,’ or whatever?”
“...Yes.”
“Okay!”
Sunny raises an eyebrow. “Okay?”
“Sure! There’s plenty of stuff I don’t wanna talk about. It’s all good, dude!”
Kel flops back in the snow, belly-up under a violet sky. The frost feels crisp and crunchy on his skin, but without the sting of cold. Like laying in a field of salt.
“I guess that's why we always got each other, huh?” he muses. “‘Cause everyone else is, like… Ugh. Sometimes it feels like they want to have a bad time. But it's like— Why would you wanna feel bad when you could just... look at something else?"
Sunny frowns.
Kel flicks some snow at him. “What?”
“Just thinking.”
“Yeah, I figured. You wanna share with the class?”
Sunny shoots him a dry look. “Just. Maybe that’s why everyone got so messed up, after. Because… Um.” His frown deepens. Translating the looping, swirling snarl of his genius into normal human words was never Sunny’s strong suit. “It’s like. Homeostasis?”
“Uh... huh?”
Sunny looks frustrated. He always did, when someone took too long to understand all the complicated math behind his weird analogies. “Like. Checks and balances. You made us have fun, and Basil made us be nice, and Hero made us be smart, and Aubrey made us be honest. And Mari made us fit together.”
“And you made us be cool and smart and brave!! And go on adventures! And play pretend and stuff!!!”
Sunny flaps a hand impatiently. “Sure. So we could all just do what we wanted, and it was fine. But then we split up, and it was. Everyone just—kept doing what they did. But. Without anyone to stop them.”
“Huh,” Kel says thoughtfully. It does make a sort of sense. And it explains why everyone felt so unfamiliar, after. Because he'd only ever known them when they were together. “That’s pretty smart, Sunny.”
“Yes.”
“Pfff. So, what... You think I should talk to Aubrey because she isn’t fun?”
Sunny hits him with another flat glare. “No. You should talk to Aubrey because you’re stuck. And probably she is too. But you can still get unstuck. Just… probably not all alone.”
“Uuugghhghhh… I’ll think about it, okay? But if she beats me to death with a nail bat, that’s on you.”
“I’m not worried,” Sunny says smugly. Then a shadow flashes over his face, and his eyes narrow. “Oh. Sorry. It’s time.”
“Huh??” Kel jolts to attention as Sunny seizes him by the shoulders. “S-Sunny?? Time for—??”
“WAKE UP.”
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Honestly? Aubrey’s getting pretty tired of all the cryptic bullshit.
The sweet, adoring best friend crashing in her apartment? It’s fine. It turns her stomach and makes her want to swallow glass, and all of that is fucking fine. But the faceless, inexplicably sinister stranger haunting her dreams? Who is that even supposed to be? It’s obviously not fucking Basil.
“Because you never really knew me,” the shadow whispers. “No one did.”
“Man, what am I even supposed to do with that?”
“Tsss-sss-ssh,” the shadow cackles. “You’re a riot, do you know that?”
“Literally what do you want from me?” Aubrey demands. “I'm just trying to get through the day. I'm not hurting anyone. I already know I'm fuckin' trash, so you’re kinda preaching to the choir here. So what is it? You want me to die? Is that it?”
“Hmmmm,” the shadow hums. It sits back on its heels, a movement that draws attention to its distinctly inhuman legs: more like a rabbit’s haunches than a person’s. “You’re awfully direct. If Sunny had been so forthright, maybe all this could have been avoided.”
“Wow! Cool! It’s almost like that’s completely fucking meaningless!”
Another crackling hiss of laughter. “Oh, alright. I suppose I’m just… checking in on an old friend.”
“And that’s supposed to be me.”
It gestures at her, a clicking jerk of one long-fingered hand. “Who else?”
“Cool,” Aubrey snarls. She knows, she fucking knows that she’s a violent piece of shit, but that doesn’t mean she wants to hear about it every. Single. Night. “No, that’s great. That’s really helpful.”
“Well,” the shadow snickers. “If hss-s-speaking with me is really so unpleasant, have you tried talking to… oh, I don’t know… literally anyone else?”
“So that’s what this is about.”
“Whatever do you mean?” it asks innocently.
“You fucking know.” Opening up. Talking to people. “Vulnerability and shit.”
“Hss–s-s-sss,” the shadow cackles. “You always did have a way with words.”
“So that’s your game? You think I’m—lonely, or something?” It’s hard to believe that any version of Basil would even give a shit. After what she did, he should want her to be alone for the rest of her life.
But then again, this isn’t really Basil.
“I think you’re afraid.”
“You—what??”
“I think you’re determined to martyr yourself. Because if everything was your fault, then turning your back is a mercy. But you’re wrong. It isn’t mercy. It’s cruelty. The same cruelty that killed me.”
That rocks her back on her heels. “I— You said I didn’t—”
“I said you weren’t seeing the whole picture. I never said your hands were clean. But you already knew that, didn’t you?” Its head tilts almost fondly. “My old friend.”
Abruptly, the shadow’s goatlike ears flick up. It twists its shaggy head like it’s listening for something she can’t hear.
“Ah. I’m afraid we’re out of time.”
She scoffs. “You got somewhere to be? No one’s stopping you. Feel free to fuck off at your soonest convenience.”
For a second, the shadow’s mirrored eyes look almost wistful. “That would be nice, wouldn’t it? But—no. This-ss is the last place I’ll ever be. You, on the other hand… There’s a whole world out there. Why not go and s-see?”
“Uhh, maybe ‘cause it’s the middle of the night? I have work in the morning.”
“Yess, yes. A shame, that. Still. A little sleep deprivation never hurt anyone.”
She snorts. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure it h—”
Suddenly the shadow is towering over her, larger than life. It’s not skimming along the walls anymore. It's a pillar of shuddering dark, like smoke made solid. It tosses its head and stamps its goatlike legs, driving one cloven hoof deep into the ground beside her head. “WAKE UP.”
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Aubrey jolts awake. Her heart is racing so fast, it feels like it’s trying to climb out her mouth. The room is all long twisted shadows, hunched backs and splintered bone and knees broken and bent back. She fumbles for the lamp, but ends up with a fistful of shattered glass.
Right. There is no lamp. It’s just another broken thing.
She tries to slow her breath but it’s so dark. It’s so dark. There’s no light in the room and the shadows won’t stop moving. She can feel something warm and slick on her palm. Blood. There’s blood on her hands. When is there not?
Calm down, she tries to tell herself. You’re dreaming. It’s just another nightmare. But—no. She can feel the sting of shattered glass between her fingers. She’s awake. This is real. Her life is the nightmare.
Aubrey jerks out of bed. Hisses a curse as she steps on another shard of the stupid fucking broken fucking bulb. She hates this apartment. She thought getting out of her mom's disgusting trailer would make her less angry, but this place is almost worse. It’s another trash heap for trash people. A graveyard for the almost-dead. Just somewhere to keep all her mistakes.
She can’t be here. She can’t spend another second in this miserable fucking room, all alone in the squirming dark. She has to—go. Somewhere. To buy a new lamp or a RedBull or a fucking noose. It doesn’t matter. Who fucking cares? Anywhere would be better than here.
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Aubrey’s complex is on the grimy side of the tracks, far from the bright lawns and clean fences where she grew up.
She’d wanted to go even further. Far enough to feel sure that none of her old friends would ever find her. But it took her months to find a gas station shady enough to hire a kid with no high school diploma, no references, and a “trust me” approach to federal identification.
It’s not like she could afford rent in the city, anyway. Where else would she even go?
It’s three-something in the morning: late enough that the night owls are hunkered down at home, but too early for even the earliest of early birds. The streets are deathly still. If not for the crackle and hum of the streetlamps, she might be standing in a photograph.
The only place that’s open at this hour is a greasy 7-Eleven near the other edge of town. It’s a long walk. But Aubrey’s so tired she’s seeing double. If she tried to bike it, she’s pretty sure she’d wind up wrapped around the smoking wreckage of someone’s car. And she’s killed enough people for one lifetime, thanks.
Exhaustion makes her shadow stutter and stretch like claymation. She can’t bring herself to look at it. She can’t shake the feeling that it might look back.
…Whatever. Still better than spending another second of her life in that fucking apartment.
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24-hour convenience stores have always felt sort of outside of time. Like a pocket dimension where nothing ever changes. Row upon refrigerated row of Pepsi Blue and Mountain Dew: Code Red above the Diet Sprite and Cherry Coke. Stale cookies in plastic casing from brands that no one’s ever heard of. Expired corn chips that were last manufactured for sale in 1996. Pocket knives with novelty handles carved to look like bears or badgers or bikini babes with wooden water-balloon tits. Personalized keychains emblazoned with your name, as long as your name is John, Sam or Jayden.
As soon as she’s under those brutal fluorescent lights, Aubrey feels herself relax. There’s something comforting about places like this. Places that never change, no matter how much you did.
She nods at the kid working the counter and grabs a few energy drinks, a Flamin’ Hot Cheetos, a pack of watermelon gummies. Then a few more energy drinks. Some insane impulse makes her pick up a Grow-Your-Own-Herbs kit—just a dusty pot of dirt with a packet of dried-up seeds taped to the front—mostly because it’s the kind of thing that would make Basil happy. Then she remembers that Basil is too dead to feel much of anything, and makes herself put it back.
Aubrey pays for the snacks. Shakes her head when the guy asks if she wants a bag, even though it is actually a little too much to carry. Shuffles out into the parking lot.
When she looks up, there’s a figure staring across the parking lot, silhouetted by the streetlights. Shaggy. Spindly. Staring. Her heart leaps. Basil—
—But it’s not. Of course, it’s not. It’s just some guy. Just some alive person who probably won’t ever have to stare at a stranger’s silhouette and wonder if they’re even real, or just another ghost. She ducks her head and moves to shoulder past.
That’s when the figure calls her name.
You can read the rest here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46429294/chapters/117673759
#omori fanfic#omori timeskip#bad end#worst end#knife end#omori suntan#omori photobomb#omori kelbrey#(the kelbrey is platonic for me but is definitely open to interpretation)#omori stranger#omori spoilers
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top 5 favorite movie/game/tv soundtracks and/or albums!
Top 5 soundtracks
This was very hard to do! I had to narrow it down to film scores.
Hans Zimmer- Dead Man’s Chest (5:10-5:43 is the French horn part I was obsessed with). Hans is a rockstar of movie music. Is that good or bad? I don’t know. His music kind of all sounds the same but that’s true of many composers or bands. And does it get my blood pumping? Yes. So good enough. Also I found out about Tina Guo through him and I think she’s phenomenal with a cello (electric or traditional). I cannot exclude her from this post (ok this is her playing the Wonder Woman theme). As for Dead Man’s Chest, was it a good movie? Uh, not particularly. But did the music have a profound impact on my musical tastes? Yes. I took a year of French Horn because of that damn movie. Do you know how gross French Horn is? How much spit that thing gets filled with, especially for a teenager? You gotta turn that thing in circles during breaks in music to get all the saliva out. Anyways, I really liked the Kraken theme. I’d watch it on repeat and ask my mom “What’s that instrument?”. Hans is a master of using French horn (and organ) in any of his works actually. I got to see him (and Tina Guo) live in 2017 and it was just so cool. I couldn’t hear anything for a day afterwards.
Dario Marianelli- Anna Karenina (I wrote a paragraph about how much I like Pride and Prejudice more and then realized that is not true. The P&P explanation makes more sense but oH BOY do I LOVE Anna KAReNINa and Dario Marianelli omg I forgot how obsessed with his music I am). Oof. Dario Marianelli is my favorite. I am endlessly upset that my aunt, who knows him, has not introduced me to him. But honestly it’s for the best, I’d make such a fool of myself. I’m including a movie clip because while this is not the best song or moment in the movie, this clip (until 1:34) explains my love of how Marianelli ties well with the foley artists and choreography. The music lines up chair scrapes and footsteps and accordion and trombone and traditional Russian folk music (The Girl and the Birch/ Vo Polye Byeroza) and and and! An ashtray as a cymbal?! I’m obsessed. He also ties in train noises throughout the movie (Briony in Atonement uses a typewriter as percussion). Also Marianelli was listening to Shostakovich while coming up with music for this movie and Shosty is literally the first music I remember so of course I was going to like this. Dance with Me is just such a spectacular waltz, It kinda reminds me of Shostakovich's Jazz Suite No. 2 VI. Waltz II which is uh...my current favorite classical song (idk if there is a connection there or if I'm tired and I just really like music).
Kenji Kawai’s score for the Ghost in the Shell movies. I think that Kenji Kawai’s work for Ghost in the Shell and Ghost in the Shell: Innocence are some of the best examples of mixing traditional music with symphonic music in a score. He uses Bulgarian folk harmonies (which are sooo tight and blow my mind, Marianelli also included a song in the Redemption soundtrack which is imo the only reason to watch that movie) and classical Japanese choral and percussion (the drummer (taiko, maybe?) in the video is mesmerizing) alongside some subtle strings that really drive and build the tension and I get goosebumps or cry almost every time I hear it.
Philip Glass- The Hours. Philip Glass makes me feel things over arpeggios. His work is more simple than many composers but it’s just so, so gorgeous. I find his overall work very grounding. I’m stunned they got him to do a soundtrack? A lot of the themes are taken from his older works but he still composed specific songs for the movie? And honestly the movie isn’t very good without his score (despite my absolute adoration of Meryl Streep). I listen to this music at least once a month, it’s one of my absolute favorite things.
Nicholas Britell- The King. Britell is currently known for his theme to Succession and while that is a lovely theme I adore him for The King. The movie was ok but the music really stuck with me. My feelings on the score are almost entirely vibes based, which is not my M.O. when it comes to soundtracks/scores. I usually want to just KNOW things about the music but in this case I just let it exist with me. It’s full of grief, it feels like a heavy blanket dampening your soul. Sometimes that is what I need, something to sit with to force my mind back into my body. And under that grief is a strength that builds into something hopeful, regal. Strings and choir. Britell mentions he tried to get a “whirling” sound in it. When I’m overstimulated or panicked I gravitate towards songs that just…feel circular, I don’t know what that means. But this soundtrack is chock full of that so I listen to it in times of distress.
#Wow sorry I started writing this when I was drunk and then I sobered up but I think about music a lot so UH a few hours later here you go#it's a lot I'm so sorry#Thanks for asking aeide!#film score#hans zimmer#dario marianelli#kenji kawai#philip glass#nicholas britell#My parasocial relationship with a dead man#Shosty#asks#I could do this all night oh no I did it's 3 am#wow I sure do like sad movies
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No no, please ramble away! It's fun to hear other people's interpretations on the animatronics and the virus since the game doesn't give much info about them.
Anon I love you thank you for the ramble pass 🙏
Okay okay so what I'ma do is explain my personal interpretation of their personalities, then talk about how specifically the virus changes them. I'm also going to do a hypothetical infected Freddy, since there IS scrapped lines of his being affected and it's so damn interesting. It's all gonna be under read more because it's gonna be long no dout. I hope it's enjoyable to read haha
Oh also I'ma state this here: DJMM and the Mini MM aren't affected. The Minis are just territorial and DJMM just had a bouncer mode activated cause it seemed like the arcade was in danger. He chilled way out at the end lol
Chica
Starting off with Chica, she's absolutely the most peppy of the group. She's cheery, social, and ofc loves to work out. She's also a small foodie with weird taste buds, partly because of her robotic body. Think kind of like Amethyst from Steven Universe, who literally eats anything. Chica is kind of the same, but it's way more on the down low (and yes, she'd occasionally eat garbage. It happened on accident once and she surprisingly did not hate it). The main reason she'd do this stuff though was either to demonstrate the "working out while you eat" thing, or as a comfort food.
That's where the virus comes in. Since Chica always tries to be peppy and encouraging, she will accidentally hide some stress she's feeling, hench the comfort food. The virus specifically adds more constant stress, causing constant stress eating and "snapping" at others. She tries still to be peppy and kind, but after a bit of not eating she'll slip up more and more and act unpleasant. It's become an unpleasant addiction and so much a part of her life, that she's barely even realizing that it doesn't make her feel better anymore.
Roxanne
Might as well get the gals out of the way, so let's talk about Roxanne. She definitely the "cool girl" of the group. She races, is the best at many things, and sometimes is boastful. Of course though, she's also competitive, which is shown in the gator golf art actually. Though, she worries about her own appearance, and even more how she's seen by others. It was small enough though to actually encourage her to be better, be a good role model. That she was always proud of.
With the virus, it specifically makes that worry bigger. She knows she's not part of the original four, she's not Foxy, and she starts to worry if maybe that affects her popularity. So she tries harder. She never misses a "race," or a chance to prove she's better. She's so wrapped up in it, talking to herself in the mirror for hours on end, not even realizing what she's doing to affecting her popularity. You need to let kids have a small fighting chance, make them feel empowered, and she completely forgot about that essentially. Nothing she does is good enough, she can be better. It can be done better. Do it again.
Montgomery
Ooooh ho ho, I'm excited to talk about my gator boy. Especially since my version of him seems way different than a lot of others. For one, he's not mega aggressive, just trying to act tough and cool. He's trying to seem like the guy kids would feel "lucky" about being friends with. You know what I'm talking about, it's like being friends with a teacher or someone older than you, you feel cool just from that. Monty is actually quite chill, though a bit of a jerk sometimes. He doesn't pick up on certain social cues, likes to tease, and especially likes to fluster (he's done little joke flirts with parents who've been interested. Surprisingly, he's only been hit with a purse twice /hj).
Monty does however have a hatred for the staff. It's for a multitude of reasons, but part of it is that they all believe he's "better" by being part of the main band. He misses Bonnie man, why don't they care?! That's what the virus attaches to, making his anger grow and grow until it needs a physical outlet. Though funnily enough, unplanned by said virus, the workers have doubled the whole "this is good! You're better now!" Thing, thinking it helps him feel better. They think if they push him up to the top, he'll be happy. It makes the anger even stronger than the virus even intended.
Sun/Moon
Figured I should quickly talk about these two. I already talked about how I see them in a different post, so all I'll put here is how the virus gets them. Like I've said for Moon, his violent thoughts have won before, and he's seriously hurt people. He's gotten quieter, and more strict and mean. He's basically let himself "become the monster he always was." He's blocked Sun out completely and all other support systems. He's not happy and believes he deserves to live that way. Interestingly enough to though, he's found himself doing things to please Sun, such as cleaning up.
Sun's little worries and anxiety have suddenly shot up through the roof. Something's happening with Moon and he can't stop it or help. He knows about the "accidents" that have actually happened, which makes him even MORE worried. He knows he can do nothing, as management has been rude to them for awhile and would probably just take Moon away instead try to help or fix him. So, as such, Sun does every little thing he can to make him happy. And funnily enough, part of that is cleaning up the Daycare, meaning they both do it for each other without realizing it(again Moon as completely blocked Sun out by now). Another part is keeping the lights off, even going as far as to make it the only rule so little kiddos would be more focused on doing things they're not normally allowed. Naptime in the dark was now banned, and new eye masks are littered around the Daycare and PizzaPlex.
Freddy
Freddy is, using simple terms, a himbo. He cares for everyone, and is always gentle and caring. Kids have called his father, brother, even uncle. No one is safe from this man's love, he doesn't judge anyone at all in the slightest. He's the type of bear people want to follow behind, hench his leader position. He's a good leader and helper, even a protector, but unfortunately sometimes he's clueless on the bigger, deeper stuff. When everyone starts getting affected by the virus, and all at once, he finds it's too much for him to handle or fix. He wants his friends happy and safe.
And that's exactly what the virus attaches to. It takes his leadership, his want to protect others, and ups it up to what I would call evil levels. As in, "it's fine what I'm doing because I'm doing it for a good cause." He has a mission and is sticking to it like his life depends on it. If he believes your death will help in some sort of way, you best be running.
#thank you again for letting me ramble#sorry this took so long to answer been busy today with school#ask#anon#anonymous#lex worldbuilding
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as usual, interactions with my family (benign and in fact only the bare minimum of an interaction) have caused me to have Complex Feelings.
my grandpa's got cancer. this isn't news, it's just a fact and has been a fact since 2016. Pancreatic cancer that has metastasized outside of his pancreas (specifically in his lungs - it's damn lucky it's slow growing and he's a contrarian by nature). He is no longer doing chemotherapy about it, but he's part of a very small percentage of people who survive more than 6 years with it. so. You know. there's that.
He's doing well, all things considered. Again, it's slow growing cancer, he's somehow lucked out with it. I'll know we're close to the end when he stops wanting to get out in his boat and go fishing. Or stops working on the boat in general. I'm very fortunate to have known all of my grandparents for my whole life so far - even if some of them ended up being major bigots apparently. oh well, when you've got 6 you're allowed a couple duds.
My grandpa and grandma are trying very hard to love me. They've adjusted to the name once i mentioned "hey, literally no one i am still talking to calls me my old name anymore, i know i said it was okay to use in the transition stage but i honestly forget to answer to it, would you mind?" and then they immediately went for the change. they still struggle with my pronouns but like. grandpa's got cancer, i'm not going to fuss at him for using she or her for me (especially during a season where like. i am more girl right now, whether i like it or not lol. it's...complicated). I'll correct grandma later down the line if I gotta but like.
they both just assume i'm one of those Strange Lesbians and like, i'm not not one of those, it's just not what i told them when i came out. so like. it's complicated.
I... cannot get over how much they were emphasizing how happy i sound now. Grandma even mentioned it in her note in the card i got sent for my birthday. I mean it's true, i am very happy up here. I'm happier than i ever have been, in fact. I have never been this well off mentally before.
it sucks a little that they like. didn't understand how very deeply unhappy i was before now. that they have to hear it now, how very different i am when i am excited and enthusiastic and looking forward to an actual future for once.
it sucks a lot that i don't feel comfortable sharing more with them, that i don't feel like i can reach out and request comfort or assurance from them. It sucks a lot that they're not the only ones that I feel like this about in my biofamily.
I didn't know I didn't trust any of them until i found people I do trust. until i found people i know i can rely on when things are bad even if only to be in the bad with me so i'm not alone.
the birthday call and card were both somewhat of a response to my update email - one so that grandma could double check to make sure the address would receive mail so i would get my card, and two so that we could catch up a little.
We didn't discuss my health issues at all. the questions i had about our family's medical history, I didn't get any of that information from them. I could have asked. Should have. Forgot. Could probably call them back and bring it up but...
well. Grandpa's got cancer. I don't want him worrying about my heart. or my bones. or my pain. he doesn't know me that well, after all. it would be an unnecessary burden to him. Especially since all of that information was in my email, and they never actually confirmed they got it, outside of me reminding them that the address was in the email - and then the card got to me.
so they got the email. they have it. they have chosen not to respond with any useful information. Just like my aunt on that side. just like my sister.
just like my mom would have, if i'd sent it to her.
at least i know she comes by it honest.
like. bright sides: money for my birthday hell yeah that's a lot of money to buy weed with (i will likely end up using it for bills mainly, but. still). grandpa's still doing okay (desperate to get back out on the water with his fishin pole) and like. i think we're all in a place mentally where we're just. accepting of the inevitable. which like, not fun, but of the pre-grief options, i'll take it. Grandma sounds like she's doing alright and it's getting warm out so she's going to be able to garden which will help her feel even better probably. i don't have to cut off yet another section of my biofamily at this point, which is always a nice thing to not have to do (i won't lie...they are on thin ice, i'm just... delaying things because, well. grandpa's got cancer. wouldn't you?)
i...am allowed to not deal with people who stress me out and make me anxious, even if their genetics did contribute to my existence (and especially if they didn't) but... well. grandpa's got cancer. and he's always been a bit of a dick. he's actually mellowed out a lot, and well. they stress me out but it's... very different from my mom (their daughter). so. they get to be on the same boat as my aunt (their other daughter) and my sister. i won't do it yet, but. well. i might do in the future. it depends on them.
i hope i don't gotta carve out more of my biofamily in order to have peace. i'd like to keep some blood connection to that side of the family in my circle. i just might need to cast a wider net and involve people i really don't know all that well into it. no time like the present to start building new relationshps with folks, right?
anyway i'll go back to trying hard not to focus on the background planning for what i'm going to have to be ready for when funerals start happening.
#heads up i talk about my grandpa's cancer dx from 8 years ago and the way my brain has been dealing with that for that same time period#i'm cool about it but like i know it's a sensative thing for others so just be aware#also as usual a cw for my family being mentioned in general#i'm glad they know i'm happy now and they know what that sounds like#and that they're glad i am happy#are the important things i guess
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Rinoa has been in a coma and NOW the dog suddenly show up? In Esther? They were really inconsistent with this dog. It feels like AFTER DAYS suddenly the game-dev remembered that Rinoa has a dog. No idea where the dog was when we left Timber, or when we almost got blown up in the missle-base-thingy or when we were attacked by Galbadia Garden... BUT in Esther, which is immensly hard to find and without the game giving us any indication that the dog was with us, it suddenly shows up. That is stupid!
Uh-Oh... Zell aside... I usually do not really use any of these characters. I totally forgot that we will enter the Lunatic Pandora for the first time without Squall. Shoot.
Now I am stuck fighting a Malboror with a Team that is not prepared at all. I have no control over my characters and I didn't even save the game beforehand ^^'
Wow. Somehow we survived this... well all but Zell, ironically as he is my strongest character at the moment.
I always had trouble finding the right spots and usually barely and only by a lot of luck make it to the last point of entrance, if at all ^^' YES, even after playing this game many many times I still don't know my way around Esther. I know... shame on me and my cow but I am very bad with orientation, even inside games XD
Oh and just so you know... no walkthrough EVER gives you easy directions, which leads to me running around in circles though ESTHER hoping I will accidentally end up in one of those damned spots at the right time even IF I use a walkthrough hat is supposed to help me.
OH! I randomly ran into the first contact-point XD
All that stress for getting kicked out like 2 minutes later? Great!
In case you are wondering why Präsident Laguna was not in Esther... its because he was currently in space. Checking on Adel personally, like a good (or stupid) präsident would XD
This part is so annoying as you can not do anything but follow her and wait for things to happen.
I can not even tell you have frustrating it was back in the day when you've realized you literally floated past Laguna XD Even when you didn't get the message yet that Squall is Lagunas son (and I wouldn't blame you, they really hid it between the damn lines...) you still have been itching to meet the real, actual non-dream Laguna at this point. And there he is and you just... couldn't do anything about it ^^'
You are a damn lucky Bastard Laguna, that we know who Ellone even is.
I hate to be the bitch that so honestly says it, but... he would have been better off without her. I get all the romantic ideas that come from the bullshit he pulled to save her. And guys, I did fall in love with Luna and Noctis lovestory in FF15, because the romantic in me could see it and feel it. But this ship... Rinoa and Squall... Absolut bullshit!
Its a freaking color puzzle and before we've solved it (with Rinoa terribly under-leveled to top it off) we won't go anywhere with this spaceship that conveniently has shown up out of the blue ^^'
Playing eyes on me at that scene while the text is rushing to fit the pacing of the song is such a waste of a wonderful song. Not that the song fits the story of those two anyway. Julia has specifically written it to fit her and Lagunas story and while these are Julias child and also Lagunas child neither their story nor their characters fit the song at all. Its so stupid.
All that forced, rushed absolutely not making sense romance aside.
It was never truly clear how one becomes a sorceress. Are you born with the power... are you born with the possibility of receiving that power? Edea said she became a sorceress when she was 5, but how did the Sorceress that gave her those powers decide that she would be a good option? Its obviously can't be just any random woman nearby.
Also... what about Rinoa? Has she been a sorceress before? Ultimacia or whatever her name is, took control over her body... but that is only possible if she already is a sorceress at that point. Or at least must have had whatever else is needed to become a sorceress one day. This was something that never made sense to me an d just like a lot of other things in this game, has never been explained properly.
She always said she has given up on Squall because of Rinoa and then later she realized she felt more like a big sister towards him... but if that were completely true, would she ask such a question? I think it would have been nice for Quistis to find actual love in this game, to give her some sort of closure. After all, the one this game started with aside from Seifer and Squall was her. But... no use complaining about spoiled milk.
How convenient. Or rather inconvenient for us. Because if ANYONE would have noticed that sooner, we could have spared us all A LOT of trouble.
The control of this game are so damn wonky already (remember, this game is freaking old!) but when you have to control a vehycle of any sort, its even more than a mess...
HOWEVER we are now free to use the Raknarok, which is so damn much faster and more convenient then then Garden. Tho it begs to question if we have any legal right to fly this thing, as it belongs to Esther ^^'
Okay, okay. That scene was nicely done. In all honesty if they made it look like Squall and Rinoa are a nice couple that is madly in love and belongs together BEFORE Rinoa was in a coma, if they spend some time on making sure Squall actually spends some quality time with her. If they just made this ship more believable and more realistic then the whole rushed mess that CD3 was, would have been amazingly cute and romantic. But they didn't do much for this ship until the very start of CD3 and this this just doesn't feel right and good at all.
Laguna might suck as a father AND a husband but its not like he never did anything for his son. Ward didn't just came her by accident and he certainly didn't help them just because he felt like it.
Anyway... I feel like taking a break now. This part of the game takes a lot longer than I remembered.
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Thursday December 7, 2023
Believe me, I was seriously about to write an entry on the 5th but got distracted and didn't realize it was already 3 something or 4 maybe so I just slept it out. I got lazy but I had a valid excuse, I was really tired. I even forgot what happened in these past few days. My head was hurting a lot too, I got soo dizzy often it was kind of frustrating, I even did something so embarrassing because of my dizziness that it made me want to kill myself.
Like I said I don't really remember what exactly happened so I'll just tell you what I remember. No specific dates though. Lol wait, I think I remember now. I scrolled through my gallery and saw the pictures with the dates so... I'll start with tuesday. Nothing really happened except we practiced and I slept inside the dance room, it was cold so it's nice. I thin I actually fell asleep or I was about to drift away when my damned bladder couldn't hold it in so I had to get up from my comfortable position to go piss, even met sir when I was about to go to the bathroom. He asked what we were doing, told him we were sleeping lmao. It was so awkward. Wait... what the fuck. I just had a realization, Ok so I think that didn't happen on Tuesday but instead happened on Monday, because I suddenly looked at my wallet log and realized that theres no classes yesterday so our performance was on Tuesday lmao. Fuck me, Im so sorry. See? I told you my headache was so bad it made me confuse reality. Well So yeah that's what happened on Monday.
Tuesday, it was a big day. I spent a total of 120 that day fuck me. It was a 50/50 situation for me, I was both sad and happy. On the mornings I felt fucking exhausted and I was constantly thinking of depressing things— just like how it is everyday, what the fuck is new. Shaina fucking annoyed me so much too, she won't just leave me alone she was annoying like hell. Of course I wouldn't talk back to her, I don't want to cause a fight ++ It would make me look fucking pathetic because that was only supposed to be a "joke". So yeah we performed the line dance, It was so hot, the sun was angry and glared at us. I felt like I was a marshmallow getting roasted. It was so embarrassing, I was like doing a lot of mistake it was both funny and embarrassing. If I was like on the back I wouldn't really mind but no— I was next to the person in front, basically the second one in line. The girl infront of me was short too, that made my mistakes so much more noticable it made me want to off myself. Well, after that we got ready for the opening. It was funny, I did my makeup there, which is very embarrassing but, I told myself I shouldn't give a fuck about them and did my make up. It was refreshing. We took lots of pictures but that damn bitch still won't send it so annoying. Yeah so I thought I looked fine myself, not that ugly but also not that pretty. Still, at least I looked decent to look at. It was funny performing that, It was sooo hot when we were waiting and then when it was out time, our performance was a mess! Kristina made soo many mistakes, Thank God I was behind someone tall (Not at all I'm so angry, at least let me be seen like wtf I'm being covered.. Fuck Sir jeff, he can fuck off) It was so funny I laughed when performing, she was such a mood booster, yeah I don't think Sir was having fun tho. he was definitely angry, too bad I didn't look at his expression. Well after that we just stayed in the dance room exhausted and laughing. Fast forward, I went to the booth with Tina, Sam and their cheerleader teams. It wasn't fun at all so I had to back out I was feeling out of place, So I hurried back to dance room and found jhamire and Alexis. They asked me if I wanted to join them so I did, I told them to wait a bit because my stomach hurts (I bought a 30php red tea and ran on the way there). And then jhamire told me "tumakbo ka siguro" I replied, "Oo, ang daming lalaki e" I think he said something like "feeling" or something I forgot, then I told him that "Ano? kahit pangit naman nababastos ng mga lalaki ah" and then he replied "Sinabi ko bang pangit ka?" WELL he didn't say it but he was implying like I wasn't even that attractive for guys to hit on me and become assholes because I was ugly. Does he think I'm pretty or what? I don't know, it made me upset. But anyways we went there and Alexis and I had to go back in the dance room because it was so hot and crowded and jhamire was talking with his other friends so.. And then I waited for a moment and went home. By the way I chose to do the long ride, It would take too much time to wait for jeeps so I had to. When I was getting on it was still moving a bit so I fucking slipped, that damned driver. Thank goodness a kind lady grabbed my hands and helped me get on, fuck the driver seriously it was so fucking embarrassing. I bought chicken skin btw, so yummy.
Nothing happened on Wednesday, I literally just chilled and lazed around. Now Thursday, today, I finally cleaned my room. I spent the whole fucking day cleaning it and having mental break downs in between I wanted to like destroy everything in my sight I was so pissed. Gtg, I'm going to piss lol and take a shower I'm like so nasty right now and I smell bad.
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The Ceremony (Dream)
The Ceremony
I was riding in a car with my family members and although I do not remember where our destination was, we drove past the store building that I had just got. The store was empty and I only had my shop sign name mounted up. The logo font was similar to Marshall’s and started with an “M” except I cannot remember the exact name that it said. I was so excited and it felt so surreal to see. We kept driving and as it got dark, my dad got sleepy. Everyone also got out of the car except for one other female family member. I’m not sure if it was my sister or grandma with me. He parked the car in a parking lot and I looked out the window. There was a small Wawa right next door and I was hungry, but it looked closed and the lights were off. I was contemplating going to inspect it, then I heard a screeching car. I looked back out the same left window and watched a dark colored car race through the lot, driving wildly past us, then coming to repeated harsh stops. I couldn’t see who the driver was or if anyone else was in the car. It kept making sharp turns and stops, like some were just learning how to drive or someone impaired was operating the vehicle. Then, suddenly an animal ran up and jumped up on the roof of the car. It looked like a black horse. We had no idea what was going on. The next day was bright and sunny as it was the day before. My family and I were headed towards some sort of event. I believe it was a graduation ceremony because there were sooo many people and other students and parents. I had walked in with a casual outfit on and planned to change clothes after a shower. My family went to choose a seat and I headed towards where the showers were for my age group. Interestingly, both guys and ladies were using the same showers and locker rooms. I don’t know if that was allowed or not, but no one had come to tell us otherwise. Once in there, I began conversing with a few different people. Specifically, I started speaking with this one guy. He was light skin and caramel-colored with moisturized curly hair in a small fro. He was handsome and on the slimmer side body type wise. We were talking about what we were graduating for and began to flirt a bit. We also discovered that we had some similar interests. He also had a friend with him, another handsome white guy. The white boy was also slim, with a bit more muscle. I figured that they must play a sport together. I spoke with the both of them briefly until me and the light skin began to talk alone again. He wanted to mess around and I informed him of the risk he may have. He was surprised and visibly conflicted, but still willing. We had sex, then when we were done, he went to sit and wait outside the bathroom with his friend. Soon after, it was my turn to shower. Then I went inside and the white boy came back inside with me. He flirted like the first guy did and told me a bit about himself. Somehow we began kissing in the shower and he undressed. I was already undressed. We also had sex. But I made a mistake that I immediately thought about afterwards. I looked at him and covered my mouth in worry. Concerned, he asked me what was wrong. I said I didn’t tell you something that was important. But before I could say it he simply said “oh yeah.. damn I forgot about that and he told me.” Confused, I questioned him. “He told you?” And he nodded his head. He was not mad though. He left to go change and I didn’t have my change of clothes at all. So I wrapped a towel around me and went to search for my family. I found them almost immediately and informed them that they could unlock the car and bring me my change of clothes and they agreed. Once they finished socializing, my dad went to get it. I stayed there sitting with my grandma for a few minutes as (Deena’s?) family walked by in a single-file line down the aisle. They had an extra girl with them. She was tall, chubby, and lightskin. My grandma recognized her though. She said “oh no, did you manipulate Koi into coming?” The mysterious girl heard her as they walked by, she looked at us and just nodded her head and kept walking. My grandma started to get up, I guess to confront her. I wondered how she even knew her.
-svnndreams
(All names in the dreams were changed for privacy reasons)
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Unplanned Events (Part 8)
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Warnings: Swearing, flirting, jealousy, sexual themes, light violence, self doubt.
Comments: Yo. I took my sweet time with this because I knew I could go a lot of different ways. But I don’t want it to just be about the smooching and what not. I want you to be able to feel Han’s presence in the story. @lyramundana also continued to threaten. Lol
Of course you were expecting to see Felix around the door. You poked your head around to take a peek and saw the whole gang trying to get into the room. I.N. was holding the pizza boxes in his hands while he laughed at the other guys. The lot of them were so focused on Han and his disheveled appearance that they didn’t notice the small piece of you watching the show.
“I’ll say it again, you are such a dog, Han! You’re damn zipper is down, mate!” Han turned to the side to pull it back up in place. He looked up because he saw the small piece of your hair out the corner of his eye. When he saw you he smiled and forgot what was happening behind him.
Chan was the first to notice you from the front of the pack trying to get in. He was helping Han keep them at bay. He waved sheepishly at you and you swear you were about to die knowing he looked at you. The whole thing had felt like it was another episode of SKZ code, until he broke the fourth wall.
Hyunjin had his head rested on Chan’s shoulder during the chaos and caught the small wave he had done to you. Before Han was able to turn back around to catch their eyes, Hyunjin slipped past Chan to come over to you with his hand extended, “You must be y/n. You definitely seem like our Hannie’s type.” You shook his hand in awe. He was even more beautiful in person. You allowed your whole body to come out from behind the front door. Well, really you almost collapsed at the sight of Hyunjin and had to catch yourself by stepping into everyone’s line of sight.
“Y/n!” the men all started hollering once they saw you. Innie, caught between Felix and Changbin, lifted the boxes over his head as he was forced into the room by their body weight.
“Come on, you guys.” Han sighed in defeat as they enveloped you in a group hug. He gave up keeping them away from you for now, hopefully allowing them the time they needed to ask or say whatever they want, “At least talk one at a time! You guys are going to give her a heart attack.”
At that comment, Chan gave one quick “Hey!” yelled over the commotion, and they all shut up knowingly. That’s a neat trick. “I am so sorry about them, y/n. But I’m sure you already know how crazy they are.” He rolled his eyes at Changbin specifically because he was the one that started the stampede once he caught sight of you.
“I’m sorry Chan. I just got excited to meet her after the video.”
“Wait, you guys got a video of her? We didn’t get anything!” Felix pouted to Han, hurt that his sunshine twin didn’t share this with him.
“I’ll show you later, Yongbok.”
“I wasn’t done,” Chan spoke over the comments, “We are so glad to meet you after the excitement we heard from Han. We all know he’s a lot but you handled him like a champ.”
You shook your head at the compliment, “No way. He handled ME like a champ. I took him up to the top of the tallest building in town and he was such a badass.”
Seungmin spoke up at the mention of heights, “How high up?”
“One hundred floors or so?” You shrugged but Han visibly shuddered at the reminder,”I’m pretty sure Jay took pictures and videos of the events.”
“I called you guys from the bathroom up there.”
Chan snapped his fingers at Han, “Speaking of, we need to talk about what JYP said.” Han started lighting up at the mention of you tagging along. Chan and Changbin knew what he wanted, but Chan had been the one to reach out to the man himself, “There’s more paperwork that needs to be signed if this is happening.” He pointed between the two of you.
“She said yes, Channie!” Han gleamed at him and all three of their eyes lit up with excitement. The others were very confused.
I.N. was the first to speak up, and you were not surprised with the way he spoke about you joining him on the rest of the tour. “Are you guys getting married?”
How fast you choked on air was almost more surprising than Han’s outburst. He launched himself towards the maknae and punched him in the arm.
“No wedding you guys-” you started.
“Not yet.” Seungmin whispered. Followed by him receiving his own punch to his shoulder from an annoyed Quokka while he smiled his adorable happy puppy smile.
You continued, terrified by all the eyes on you as you tried to speak. “Um… Ji asked me- well he wanted to ask me earlier but I ruined that when he tried to- wait, I’m not going into that right now. Sorry…” You were pulling at your fingernails, feeling so dumb for not knowing how to say your thoughts.
Han came back by you and placed both hands on your shoulders. You looked up to him and saw that same softness that you’ve grown very fond of today. “Want me to talk?” He ask you softly.
You shook your head and allowed yourself a few deep breaths, still feeling quite ridiculous. Han came to your side and took his arm around your shoulders to hold you to his side. Him acting so cute and supportive was just the right combination to allow you to speak whole sentences.
“Hannie had mentioned to Chan that he wanted more time with me. So, Chan being the best leader he is, took charge and asked your boss man if I could go with you guys on the rest of the tour. He said yes and-”.
“And I told Y/n to not worry about the cost because I would cover it.”
“And I said yes.”
Changbin hollered in his normally over the top way, “I’m getting another sister!” Hyunjin and Lee Know both yelled back at him something angry in Korean while they rubbed their ears closest to him.
“Well, on that note,” Chan started up again, seeing the anxious look on your face and the protective hold Han had on you,”don’t you guys think we should let them enjoy their pizza? She seems to be sticking around for a while so you’ll have time to pester her later.”
The men huffed at his smart words even though they all knew it to be true. They aren’t children, they’re just really excited for their brother.
“You all can say your goodbyes one at a time. But leave the poor girl alone for at least her first night. And we need to rest our vocal chords, anyways. We have a concert tomorrow, remember?” Han reminded them. They knew he was right even if they didn’t want to admit it to the usually squirrely man.
Han took your hand in his and walked back over to hold the door open to begin the process of actually getting them to exit his room. They moped at him as they headed to the door.
Changbin came up first, because he just had to get to talk to you before them “I can’t wait to hear you sing something else. Your voice is so unique.” He came in for a quick hug without asking and you did not realize he would give you such a bear hug. You could barely breathe when his huge arms got you in their hold.
“Thank you.” You smiled and gasped nervously. Still not used to being complimented on your singing so frequently.
He gave Han a quick pat on the shoulder as he exited.
Seungmin and Jeongin walked up to you both together. Innie had a breadstick in his hand and reached out his other to shake your own. A big foxy smile on his face as he chewed the delicious smelling bread.
Of course Seungmin had to make a comment in Han’s direction, “I don’t know how you managed to get her to agree to anything , but I’m glad you're happy. And don’t get her pregnant. I’m not ready to babysit.” Innie choked on his food and you just laughed at his antics while Han was as white as a ghost. He was mortified at the youngest abruptness, but you had seen so many interviews that you expected nothing less.
Felix and Hyunjin came up next. “Can I hug you?” Felix asked politely. It was nice that he asked, but who the hell were you to turn down a hug from the other half of the sunshine twins? He’s so sweet and you needed a good hug from him.
“Oh my god. Please.” You let out a huge exasperated sigh of relief when someone finally asked you something normal. Han looked at you like you had asked him to marry you. The jealousy made you laugh and Felix couldn’t help but do the same.
“You’re adorable.”Felix mentioned at how cute you were being when it came to getting asked for a hug. He wrapped his arms around your neck and allowed you to wrap your own around his tiny waist. He was such an adorably small framed man, but he was all lean muscle. You leaned your head into his shoulder and felt so content.
Hyunjin just rested one of his hands on your hair and patted it back down. You smiled at him and felt so happy at that moment. Han cleared his throat and you realized you may have overstayed that welcoming hug.
You pulled away and Felix rolled his eyes at his twin, “Your welcome for the flowers you jealous chipmunk.” You laughed while Han pulled you back into him by your waist and connected at the hip. “Y/n, I really hope you like them. Changbin said it was a bit much and Hyunjin Said I should get more. But we compromised on these ones.”
You looked back into the room to take in the multiple bouquets on every furniture top. “You didn’t need to get so many, but I do think they’re beautiful.”
“Han, your flower is especially cute.” Hyunjin commented on the one still behind his ear. Han blushed again because he forgot you had put the daisy there.
“We’ll talk more later, y/n!” Felix waved and Hyunjin exited with him.
That left Chan and Lee Know. Two people you were most intimated to have conversations with, considering they were both your bias wreckers and just such important people to the man you came here with. Bang Chan was all smiles while Lee Know looked intense as usual.
Minho started speaking in Korean at you and you felt bad that you couldn’t understand. He had a funny smile on his face which concerned you more than anything else. That evil bunny look everyone knows.
Han wasted no time in yelling “Ugh, hyung!” And continued to respond with more words you didn’t understand.
Lee Know laughed a little and spoke again at Chan and he was utterly shocked. He seemed annoyed at the man but he sighed so loud. Han seemed to be begging at Chan but he was torn.
“Lee Know wants me to translate for him but Han says no. What would you like, y/n?” All eyes were on you. If this was one of Lee Knows comments on Han being his soulmate then you knew you could handle it.
“Oh I’ll be fine. What’s up?”
Chan shook his head as he stuffed his hands into his pockets and looked to the ground. He didn’t make eye contact as he said, “Minho says that if Han can’t satisfy you, or you lose interest, you can come to his room.” Chan sighed as he looked over at the smug Lee Know that seemed very proud of his horrible comment. “Or if you want both of them he is totally down to teach you both some new tricks.”
You. Can’t. Speak.
This has to be a dream. You wanted to know what he meant by any of that and how much was true. But for the sake of your man’s dignity you just laughed it off as a joke, “Sorry Lee Know, I’m taken by YOUR soulmate.” And you stuck out your tongue at the man who seemed intrigued by your playfulness.
Minho full on laughed at your comment. He smirked as he looked back at his obviously very annoyed best friend and said in adorable English, “I like her, Jisung.”
“I like her more.” He resumed his possessive stance and made it clear that even if he was half joking Han is not. You couldn’t help how turned on you were by serious and possessive Hannie. The man was ready to fight for you it seemed.
“Lee Know never knows when to shut up…” Chan nervously chuckled as he rubbed the evil bunny’s back with one arm and rubbed his own neck with the other.
Honestly, you wouldn’t be surprised if he was even more flirtatious with his friends after the cameras turned off. But to say that to you directly was not something you expected.
“As long as he isn’t lying naked on the bed when I wake up in the morning I think I can handle him.” You replied to Chan to try and ease his uncomfortable mood. He didn’t need to know that you were really trying your hardest to not picture Lee Know naked as soon as you said that. Nor that you would be down for a threesome with the two soulmates if Han was. That will have to stay in your subconscious for the rest of eternity.
Chan seemed to be more nervous. You weren’t sure why but you wanted to hug the nervous leader. He doesn’t need to be worried about you. At least not right now.
“Minho, I think you should head out before you make me say something worse.” Chan suggested to the smug man. He just nodded. He walked to Han and said something quickly and Han smacked his arm. You were so curious but also didn’t want to mess up their playfulness.
Minho came up to you after. He stood two feet in front of you and just stared. You couldn’t tell what that mind was thinking and you really wish you could conjure up something witty to say to him.
Instead, he put one hand on your shoulder, nodded slightly, and said “Good luck.” To which you could only guffaw at the stupidity of all of it. He is so dramatic and weird for no reason. Makes sense why he and Han are best friends. You tend to attract what you give to the world.
Han started to actually push him out the door because he was taking his sweet ass time lingering just to annoy Han further. You laughed at their bickering nonsense and Lee Know yelled one more thing in Korean as he was escorted out and Han shut the door behind him.
You looked to Chan for translation, “oh! He just said that Han’s ass is his. And I think he was just referring to his butt-hunting antics?” He just shrugged and you giggled at the fact that he just had to have the last say.
Chan made his way to the door to leave. He grabbed the handle but turned back to look at the both of you. He just smiled and waved you off saying, “We can talk about the logistics of all of this tomorrow. Don’t be too loud.”
You felt your cheeks heat up at his final comment. Hoping he was just referring to how loud Hannie can be when he is having a good time with his friends. Not… I’m a sexual way. That would be so embarrassing.
As soon as everyone left. Han leaned against the nearest wall and let out a sigh of relief. And you decided it was time to finally eat some damn pizza. It smelled amazing, but you would admit the smell of pizza and flowers was very confusing together.
You grabbed a slice and popped a squat on the couch. It was so delicious that you were literally forgetting what was going on around you. There was only food in that moment. Until Han plopped himself right next to you with his own plate of food.
You stole a breadstick off you plate and he whined “Get your own!” But you just smiled and pecked your greasy lips onto his own instead of saying something, “Well I guess I can’t complain if it makes you happy. And I get more kisses from you, baby.”
The two of you munch and conversed about randomness over the meal. Finally allowing yourselves the time to relax that you wouldn’t give yourself the earlier part of the day due to your anxieties. He asked you more questions about your life and you answered simply unless he asked for more details.
Everything was easy with him. He knew how to hold a conversation even if he couldn’t come up with the right words right away.
You leaned against the arm rest and pulled your legs over his lap in deep thought when he asked you why you thought you were ‘a lot to handle’ as you had mentioned earlier to the boys.
He rested his free hand on your kneecap and played with the loose strings around the manufactured hole in your black jeans.
“I’m just aware that I’m not everyone’s cup of tea. And that I can be a lot to deal with. But I was mostly joking.”
“Good. You know I can be crazy too. But it’s because I just want to see you smile and laugh more. It’s contagious.”
He was such a softie. But he was your softie. He wanted you around and you wanted to stay with him. He doesn’t know how contagious his own smiles can be.
You decided at that moment you were going to remind him exactly that. You take your legs off his lap and get up to straddle him. With your hands running through his hair and his hands going straight to your waist you see his eyes light up in wonder of what’s next.
“If anyone’s smile is contagious it’s yours. You aren’t crazy in my eyes; you are a fun, bubbly human. You make me smile even when you are doing small things like looking through your texts. The way you scrunch your nose slightly when you’re reading is so god damn cute.
“When you mumble under your breath while responding is hilarious. And don’t get me started on when you’re thinking about what to say back. You look around and scratch your nape and almost always stretch in the process. Hot. You are contagious.”
He never let his eyes leave your face while you showered him with compliments but also small kisses to every part of his face. He just looked so at peace. Once you stopped talking he shut his eyes as you scratched your fingers lightly on his scalp. His styled locks were getting more messed up as you just enjoyed the feeling of his hair along your fingers.
You allowed your full body weight to rest upon his lap, not realizing you had been holding yourself up. As you settled, you felt him beneath you, sporting a semi already. It seemed the contact was having more of an effect on him than you thought. This caused you to want to get a reaction out of him, so you took a fistful of his longer hair by the root and pulled his head back softly. He groaned at the feeling and opened his eyes to look up at you.
No words were needed. You sent your lips crashing into his as he hugged your waist to his chest. He was already moaning against you. You felt great at the thought that you shouldn’t be interrupted this time around. After getting his attention you relinquish your right grip on his head and resort to resting one hand underneath his ear and the other on his nape.
The excitement you felt returning to this was overwhelming you so you pushed for the next step; allowing yourself to grind against his constricted cock again. He threw his head back onto the couch, screwed his eyes shut, and just sighed at the heavenly friction. You smiled devilishly at the reaction, pleased because it was exactly what you were going for.
You pulled away slightly while continuing your slow assault on his constricted boner so you could kiss beneath his ear and whisper the softest and sweetest things to him. “You sound so sweet, Ji. Keep it up.” While also nibbling on his reddened lobe.
“Oh god, y/n. What are you doing to me?” He squeezed your hips tightly. You gave one stronger sway and he gasped at the sudden change and looked back at you. He already seemed dazed and fully under your spell; ready to do whatever you wanted of him If there was anything you were confident in, it was your ability to use your hips and turn someone on.
He stilled your movements and you pulled back from your assault on his neck to check if everything was alright. He seemed a little concerned and you immediately returned the look. “I just wanted to remind you. You are agreeing to be stuck with me for a few months. But, y/n, you don’t need to rush anything. We don’t even have to have sex. I want to do all the things with you; dates, conversations, arguments, games, movies, and kisses.”.
You grinned cheekily at the man beneath you. Always overthinking things just like you and sending himself into a spiral. Thank god you understand how his brain is handling this. “I want whatever you want, Hannie.”
“Well, you know what I want at the moment. But we could stop and watch a movie if you wanted? I just want to be with you.”
“Oh, like Howl’s Moving Castle?” You laughed at his eyes that lit up at the mention of his favorite movie. “Do I have to watch it in Korean if we do?”
“I could have you and Howl’s at the same time?! That really sounds like a dream come true. And no, I would be fine with watching the English version for the first time.”
“Did you know Christian Bale voiced Howl in my version? ‘I’m Batman.’” You imitated the deep growl of his batman voice and Han just howled, no pun intended, at your impersonation.
His head fell back onto the couch but he held eye contact as he stared all sweetly at this dork that he held in his lap. “I’m impressed and intrigued. What do you want to do?”
“Let’s snuggle and watch it. I can see the excitement all over your face.” You rolled your eyes at the man you were fully invested in amusing.
“Hey! I’m also excited because you are so hot doing what you were just doing.” He stroked your hips lightly making you wriggle in his grasp.
“Well let’s move this party to the bed then.” You softly murmured to him as you slunk off his lap and reached the closest side of the bed. You pulled back the duvet as he grabbed the remote and his phone to place on the opposite bedside table.
Before he even got on the bed he was already trying to get the TV set up, obviously so excited to watch this movie again. He wasn’t even concerned about understanding everything in English because he’s seen it that many times. “Have you seen this before?” He wondered out loud while still fidgeting with the remote to find the movie.
“Only a couple dozen times since I was a kid.” You remarked.
“That’s hot.”
“Really?” You laughed at that stupid comment. Thinking he’s just being dumb.
“The fact that I can talk about the movie while it plays and you already know everything? Yeah I think that’s hot. But honestly, at this point anything you do could be sexy to me.” He casually said as he typed in the search bar.
“You really sound head over heels.”
“Well, I’m just telling you the-“ he stopped when he looked back to see you had stripped out of your top and thrown on one of his oversized t-shirts as you snuggled fully under the covers. He gulped at how cute you looked, completely enveloped and cocooned in the fluffy white hotel bedding.
“What?”
“Please tell me you’re wearing pants under there. I won’t be able to focus on the movie if you aren’t.”
“You’ll be fine. Come get comfy.” You laughed at his drama. He still wasn’t wearing a shirt from his earlier endeavors so he started pulling his pants off to leave him in his boxer briefs. Han reached for the nearest soft shorts and tossed them on over.
You couldn’t help but stare at him the entire time. His underwear left nothing to the imagination and you were gawking at how hot the lower half of his body equally was. His ass was so cute and round but his legs were the perfect strong lean muscle that just made you want to straddle him again.
You weren’t opposed to going slow, but you couldn’t help the fact that he was so god damn attractive and made you want to make babies. You don’t even want kids, but thinking about how adorable his babies would be made you feel like you’re going into heat.
He saw you staring, “You didn’t answer me when I asked if you were wearing anything else.” He was a gentleman and pulled the covers up enough to slide in on his side and not expose your secrets.
You smirked and tapped the bed next to you, “Come find out.”
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Hey!! I love your writing. Can you do a Yandere! Ranboo, Tommy , and tubbo. where they are all in love with the reader and they kidnapped her to ‘keep her safe’ and the reader doesn’t know at first, then she slow realized they are obsessed with her. she like them back but she also want to live her life, so she tries to make agreement? You don’t have to if you don’t want to.
The Ranboo gif is just beautiful and I love it. Lemme see what I can do for ya! I wrote a bullet point Platonic fic if that's fine? I'm still worried about writing the minors in romantic relationships, even if it's the characters.
Sorry, it took so long... My burnout got really bad and I refused to even write basic stuff. But I'm back now! Well. Mostly.
Safe Behind Glass (Yandere!Plat!C!Bench Trio x GN!Reader)
You were a little groggier than normal when you awoke, but it was nothing to alarm you immediately.
Just simply brushing it off as you weren't feeling the best that day, you rolled over to fall back to sleep, but quickly noticed something wrong.
It didn't feel... Right?
The blankets... The mattress... The pillow... They weren't yours...
You peeled your eyes open and your expression went blank with fear.
The room was beautiful mind you.
But it wasn't yours either.
You were laying on a fluffy (f/c) canopy bed, surrounded by quartz walls that were dimly lit soul lanterns that prevented you from being completely swallowed by darkness.
Slowly dragging yourself off the bed, you heard a metal 'clunk' that hit the cold quartz flooring below you.
Turning your head to face downwards, you saw that a decently thick metal chain was cuffed to your ankle.
Somehow, your panic became worse as you immediately grabbed onto it and started to yank on the solid metal, but it refused to budge.
You had no idea how many minutes or hours you spent in that room. Reaching at the iron door desperately, yanking at the chain around your ankle that kept you from reaching the exit, searching the blue lanterns for anything...
But then, the white metallic door slowly swung open, revealing Ranboo, Tubbo and Tommy.
You weren't that close to them, save for a couple interactions here and there, but hey, they came to save you! That didn't matter in the slightest!
You almost cried upon seeing them and moved to walk over, but the chain stopped you from reaching them, and you noticed that they weren't moving to help you.
"You're awake!" Tubbo chirped softly, his tan goat ears wiggling with joy, "I'm glad the potion didn't stick for too long... You could've wound up starving if you stayed asleep."
Horror slowly began to set into your heart as Ranboo nodded and walked over to the dark oak table in the corner of the room and set down a basket of food.
"Ran...Boo...?" You whispered, watching as the monochrome male turned and curiously tilted his head in your direction, "Why... Am I here?"
Instead, Tommy stepped in front of you with a bright cheesy smile, the same one that resembled when he would find a new disc or start a new adventure, "For your safety, (N/n)!"
"Safety?" You choked out softly, Ranboo quickly guiding you to sit in the oak chair, "But... I'm one of the richest people on the server... I have god armour... Nothing could kill m-"
"Techno and Dream can." Tubbo interrupted sharply, halting you mid-sentence.
Right... That masked man... Or whatever he was... He was extremely dangerous, as well as Techno. They could likely pierce your netherite chest plate without even flinching at the number of thorns you had enchanted.
"We don't want anyone to bring you any harm... There's no problem with that, right, (Y/n)?" Ranboo smiled, flashing his sharpened teeth unthreateningly.
No... You wanted to say, but you wanted freedom! You wanted to expand your house to the size of a mansion! You wanted to bicker with Quackity about the stupidest of things! You wanted to get building advice from Phil!
Not be locked away because your safety was a tiny bit compromised!
"Tommy... Tubbo... Ranboo... Please, I'm not going to just stay locked away because I-"
"You'll see things our way soon... Eat up, get your rest." Tubbo smiled and gave you a hug, ignoring how you froze suddenly, before turning and skipping out of the room with the taller two following behind him.
Despite... How screwed up the three were with their methods of making you be their friend, it was working...
They were actually incredibly friendly and funny. It made life in capture bearable! Even though you were incredibly snappy and cruel to them in the beginning, they never held it against you.
Although... Despite their kindness and your quickly blooming friendship, you still had a craving to go outside. Even if what the three told you about everyone forgetting you existed was true.
"You look sad, (N/n)..." Tubbo murmured softly, watching you stare off into the blank quartz wall, "Are you okay?"
Tommy straightened up from his handmade scribble of a map, turning his head towards you in confusion. Ranboo stopped writing mid-word likely and looked in your direction as well.
They never liked it when you were upset.
You pursed your lips silently for a moment, clearly unsettling the males around you, "I just... Haven't been feeling too great... Both mentally and physically I mean... I need sunlight..."
"Yeah... I was reading about that earlier..." Ranboo hummed softly, adjusting his crown as he looked up at the ceiling, "But the issue is..."
"My safety... Yes, I know. What if, I wear my full netherite armour and keep a totem AND a Rapple on me? And also not leave your sides?" You bargained nervously.
That hadn't worked before. But then again, You weren't as close to them before...
The silence that fell upon the room was unsettling and caused your heart to race quickly. If they didn't like what you said, you would be alone for a few straight days... You didn't like it...
"Okay."
What.
That worked?
You just had to ask?!
You watched as Tubbo stood up and pulled the small ender chest from his pocket and set it on the ground, causing it to grow to normal size.
Standing aside, he made a gesture for you to open it and get your stuff.
Hesitantly, You walked over and kneeled down in front of the ender chest. Looking to Tubbo and the others for confirmation, you slowly opened it once they nodded.
Carefully, you began pulling out your armour but paused seeing the lack of golden apples and totems.
Right... Before you had gotten kidnapped by the group, you had used a totem when you fell into the L'Manhole where L'Manberg once was.
That what caused them to kidnap you...
"I-I used... My totem... And Fundy stole my Rapple..." You murmured hesitantly, feeling ready to cry.
Your only chance to escape and you couldn't grab it...
"Hey! Hey! Don't cry! Here!" Ranboo eagerly held the two golden items out towards you at the first sight of tears gathering under your eyes.
"What...?"
"(Y/n)! We want you to be happy! If being outside, even with god armour, rapples and totems, makes you happy, then damn well we're bringing you outside!" Tommy grinned.
After a few tears and lots of hugs, Tubbo helped you hop into your armour while Ranboo unlocked the chain cuff from around your ankle. Tommy had left, leaving the door open for once, going to scout the area for any dangerous mobs.
"Ready?" Ranboo smiled, linking one of his arms with yours, the one that you held the totem in to be more specific. Tubbo happily linked his arm with the other one.
You could only nod, your voice caught in your throat as they began to walk you out the door, Ranboo had to duck down a lot, before leading you to the quartz stairway.
Once up the stairs, Tubbo pressed in a code to the iron door and it slid open quickly, causing you to flinch and pinch your eyes shut at the bright painful light of the sun.
It took about twenty minutes of trying to adjust to the sunlight with the two males encouraging you before you were able to look around.
It was everything you had missed...
The sunlight...
The trees...
God, it was perfect...
Tommy eventually came out of the tree line and sat down beside you as you took it all in...
Months, you were down there. And sure, they gave you plenty of decorations to prevent you from experiencing sensory deprivation, nothing could ever compare to the beauty of the outside world.
A voice cut through the air -calling for someone or something named Fran?- and you almost didn't recognize it. But then the owner came out of the trees, almost a similar direction that Tommy came from earlier.
Sam? He looked so... Different now...
The creeper hybrid slowly lowered his gas mask to show his mouth dropped in shock, "(Y/n)...? You're alive...?"
Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo were freaking out, trying to bring you back into the bunker, as they called it, but you weren't budging. You hadn't seen another being in ages... And while you did platonically love the three boys, you enjoyed hearing a new voice.
"You... Remember me? But... Tubbo you said-" You frowned at the goat hybrid as they stopped suddenly, realizing that you weren't moving.
"You three... Kept them locked away... For almost an entire year?" Sam's voice was getting a little bit scary now, but it wasn't directed at you, instead, at your best friends...
"Sam! It was to protect them! Please!" Ranboo tried, but he wasn't making it better.
"You made Quackity believe they ran away... Made Philza wake up every morning and walk through the SMP for any signs of them... Gave Puffy false information on where you have last seen them... lied to everyone... Only to be the reason that they were gone." Sam growled out, gripping his trident, "Then you proceeded to make them think we all forgot about them..."
"S-Sam... You've got this all wrong big man..." Tubbo tried next...
The warden wasn't listening as he pointed his trident at them, his communicator in his other hand next to his mouth, then he started speaking, causing his voice to come out of Ranboo's, Tubbo's and Tommy's pockets. He was speaking on the public channel.
"Tommy Innit, Tubbo Underscore, Ranboo Beloved... You are being placed in the prison, Pandora's Vault, for keeping (Y/n) (L/n) imprisoned in a bunker and lying about their whereabouts."
It felt like someone splashed you with cold water...
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"lists" | ron b. weasley (part one)
read part two here !!
summary; you and your boyfriend ron are both completely inexperienced, but one day he asks you what you like in bed. lucky for you, you actually made a list. and he's happy enough to play a few of those fantasies out.
tagged; @weasleyssupremacy
word count; 4.6k
content; smut, fluff, banter, making out, embarrassment, shit ton of blushing, mentions of kinks, mentions of teasing, mentions of hitting, mentions of choking, mentions of sex, mentions of praise, mentions of degradation, cursing, grinding, finger-sucking, spit, cum swallowing, first time foreplay (male receiving oral, female receiving oral), fingering, handjob kinda, orgasms, teaching/instructions, relatively realistic, no aftercare included but you know damn well ron'll take care of you, not really a specific dom/sub dynamic, inexperienced/house-neutral fem!reader, inexperienced boyfriend!ron, think that's it but lemme know if i forgot anything !
a/n; holy shit this took me hours !! in this fic, ron and the reader are sixteen years old. i'm from the uk, where the legal age of consent is sixteen — more specifically, in england, wales and northern ireland, a minor is considered a person under the age of eighteen. and i do not want to write smut about minors, i will never do that. so i did a little more research, standard wiki shite, and in scotland (where hogwarts is) that age is sixteen. sixteen year olds and up are no longer minors in scotland. i know many of you are from different countries and therefore may feel uncomfortable with this age because it doesn't reflect the definition of minor/non-minor in your respective countries, and that is perfectly okay !! i completely understand, hope this made sense bc i'm too fucking exhausted to tell. feel free to scroll by and find another fic to read, please put in a request for any of the harry potter characters if u wish, and have a lovely day :))
you hadn't done much with him.
just kissing, really. some grinding here and there. you were comfortable in each other's grasp, sure, but you both never quite went over that line, of more than kissing, of more than light touching.
didn't make you insecure. nor impatient. it was a comfortable kind of middle ground.
and in that middle ground, you were seated on his thighs, legs either side of him, kissing gently, tenderly. these were tepid, lukewarm, waters, just bordering on more, just bordering on scalding hot, and you didn't mind it. you didn't mind it at all.
pulling back, lips not too swollen, just pink, you smiled softly down at ron weasley.
"you okay?" he asked. you hadn't meant to start kissing, you were just talking, just hanging out, him levitating a marble in his empty bedroom, you reading a book and making sure he didn't try and levitate a lamp — that never went well. not with ron weasley. but he got bored, and your eyes wouldn't focus on the pages, and you'd forgotten your reading glasses and he'd kissed you sweetly, and you'd kissed him back and now... now, you were snogging. you didn't care much for that word. it sounded weird, and heavy, and hot. and things with ron (so far, at least) weren't weighted, and hot, they were warm, and soft, and him.
you took the time to rifle your fingers through his red hair. he'd been letting it grow, just a little, down to the nape of his neck. "yeah, you?"
he grinned cheekily, nose and cheeks flushed already. of course, this was the usual. one kiss from you turned him pink, not out of awkwardness, just passion, you supposed. it was rather cute. and he pushed you further up in his lap, not too close, but closer. you grinned back. you kissed. and you pulled away again, just to look at him.
he took in a sharp breath, before blurting out something he’d wanted to ask for the longest time, "what do you like?"
"hmm?" you tilted your head.
he swallowed. “what do you like?"
"i'm gonna need some context here."
"in bed." now you felt as flushed as he looked. to ask that question, it must've taken a lot of courage. he was a gryffindor after all.
even starting a sentence caused your breathing to pick up. "well, you know i've never done anything before..." that was true. but you'd done your research. you'd actually made a list of what you thought you might like, which was idiotic in retrospect, and quite childish, but you'd done it, and it sat in your bag with a burning prescence.
"but surely you know... ya’ know, what you might like?"
you settled back, more comfortably in his lap, arms still around his neck, but you were less close. "why're you asking?" you teased.
"you know why!" ron groaned, burying his head into your shoulder, and he felt your shoulders shake with nervous laughter.
"well, i guess, i have — well... nevermind." he moved back, face burning, with an eager smile plastered on his face.
"go on, tell me! i want to know."
"it's embarrassing!"
"i won't make fun."
"yes, you absolutely will."
"won't."
"will."
"just tell me."
you swallowed and chewed nervously at your lip. "i've made a list."
"alright, tell me." if he said 'tell me' one more time you would strangle him. speaking of choking, and all that —
"promise you won't judge?"
"promise."
"well it's more of... well, it's not a mental list. i've written it down."
a grin broke out on your boyfriend's face, and you smacked his bicep.
"oi, you said you wouldn't judge!"
"i'm not judging! it's just cute, 's all." his smile faded a little. "so, about that list... why don't you go fetch it?" he said, with a sideways nod of his head.
"fetch? i'm not a dog."
he made the excited face he always had before he told a bad joke. for fucks sake. "aw, well, i figured pet play would be on your list —"
"shut up, shut up, shut up!" with each 'shut up' you punched his chest and he crossed his arms over it to protect himself.
"hitting, is that your kink too?" well, you weren’t exactly opposed.
you groaned and swung your leg over him, "i'm gonna go get my fucking list."
getting up and 'fetching' your bag, you searched through it and found your little, blue notepad. as soon as you'd returned to the four poster bed, ron reached out to grab it, and you quickly pulled back.
"no, i have more than just 'kinks' in there. and i don't wanna tell you everything."
"why not?" he was genuinely confused. that was the problem with these weasley boys: no boundaries.
"if i tell you everything about me then what secrets will i have left?"
"secrets are overrated." he stared blankly at you, shrugging, but still wrapped his arms around your waist comfortably as you swung your leg back over to sit on his thighs. as you flipped through the pages of the notepad, you found what you had been searching for. 27 pages in, hidden between random pencil scrawls, was your list. you'd learned about sex from books, and your friends' experiences, and being a sixteen year old at what is technically a boarding school. and though that wasn't the highest form of education, you knew enough to keep safe, and to feel good, and ron knew enough, too. "so, start reading!"
looking over the first line, your cheeks burned and you shook your head. "i can't say that!"
"want me to turn around?"
"no, i — no. i'm just gonna..." you slid all the way up his lap, ron attempting to ignore that you were right over his crotch in a pair of pretty blue jeans, and hid your face in the crook of his neck, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, embarrassed by your childish ways.
"c—" ron's voice broke, and you fought a smile, "comfy?"
"yeah. i'm ready now." you swallowed, breaths shallow and voice shaky as you brought your list up to your eyes. "um, well, i've heard about, uh —" he rubbed a hand up and down your back. you couldn't see him, but he was grinning and biting his tongue in anticipation. "pet play."
"you bloody liar, tell me the real list! don't be a pussy."
"fine, fine. no pet play. but i, uh, think choking sounds hot." your voice was slightly less shaky as you kept your flaming cheeks out of view. ron was bright red, too.
"uhuh. what next?" his voice was quiet and trembling now, grip on your waist tighter. the atmosphere of his dorm room had completely shifted.
"and, um, teasing. 's hot." your eyes flitted to the next word, trying to keep your composure as ron's grip on your waist tightened even more, keeping you still on top of him. "i like being praised, but being degraded is — it sounds... good."
ron had to fight the urge to groan, not out of frustration, but pure lust. you were by no means innocent, in fact, you tended to make a sex joke every day, or comment 'that's what she said' at every euphemism, but he never expected to hear those words actually slip from your lips. he couldn't speak, his voice got stuck in his throat, and he knew if he even tried his voice would break and go all high-pitched.
"then, hair pulling. hard sex, soft sex." both of your hearts were beating so fast, and you squeezed your legs against him. it was a nervous action, but you didn't expect him to let out a high gasp, and you certainly didn't expect him to grow firmer beneath you. "spanking, breeding, maybe, we'll see." he closed his eyes and let out a low exhale that he’d been holding in.
you pressed your hips harder down onto him, and his nails dug into your thighs. you'd been in this position before, while kissing, but this felt like pure filth, you telling him what you wanted him to do to you, and him just listening, and him getting hard. i mean, he'd been hard beneath you before, on top of you even, but it never led to anything more, and you didn't think you'd ever felt him this hard.
"i — i think i like biting. anywhere, really. not too hard. you have to be gentle with me." you had pulled back a little now, eyes still glued to your notepad, head turned a little so your lips were almost touching his ear. tentatively, you looked away. the tips of his ears were burning hot, and red. you took the lobe between your teeth, biting softly, tongue darting out just a little. his hips bucked up into yours, and you both moaned quietly. "and licking." you slid your tongue over his warm skin, just below his ear, then curved your spine to lick further over the expanse of his neck, causing him to let out another breathy moan.
"fuck..."
"and, spit. i think it's hot. i've thought about it, about you, before. i dunno." you kept your tone unsure, in hesitation. you had more on your list, just things you found hot, situations you found hot, but you closed it and pulled back, unwrapping your arms from around his neck and fiddling with the notepad between your fingers. that was enough, for now. ron was breathing heavily. you were breathing heavily. everything felt hot, and heavy, and it wasn't the norm, not with ron, but you liked it.
"th— that was... good. a good list." he choked, hands still on your thighs.
"yeah."
a tense silence settled between you, until he wrapped one arm around your waist, hand slipping up your back, the other in your hair, and brought you into a feverish kiss. you grinded down on him, moaning into his mouth feeling the reminder of how hard he was, chucking the list to the side and sliding your hands up his shirt as your tongues explored each other's mouths. it felt good. really good. better than you could have expected.
ron gently nibbled at your bottom lip, before pulling away and moving his focus to your neck. you tilted your head to the side, hurriedly moving your hair to the side to give him better access. he licked teasingly up your neck, and you dug crescent moons into his abdominal as he began sucking and biting at the skin beneath your ear, and your pulse point, and soon your collarbone, and before you knew it your sweater was pulled off and he sucked and licked against the skin right above your breasts. this was the first time he'd seen you without a top on, just in a plain, black bra, and he was damn well going to savour it.
you tried to hold back moans, but it seemed impossible when he was burning beneath you, so you did what was natural. you grinded against him and whined as he trailed wet kisses all over your chest, and after a while of you arching your chest into his mouth, you realised what he was doing.
your voice came out breathless, almost breaking. "you're teasing me."
he stopped his trail of kisses to move his face back to yours. "what, you thought i wasn't listening?"
"well, stop." you whined, scratching your nails over his abdomen once more, earning a shallow moan from him.
"i thought you liked it." he tilted his head, almost smirking.
you swiped your tongue over your bottom lip, chest heaving, as you took your hands from under his shirt. "just touch me. please." ron took a moment to take his own shirt off, and you admired the freckles dotted over his pale yet flushed chest and shoulders until he wrapped his arms around you, unhooking your bra clumsily, fingers shaking with lust. you gripped his shoulders, fingers gliding over each mole as your eyes darted over his features.
"so fucking pretty." he licked and kissed underneath your right breast, cupping the other one in his large hand, and your mouth dropped open, brows furrowed in pleasure as he took a nipple into his mouth, looking up at you as you grinded down onto him.
"ron, fuck, i'm too sensitive."
you watched him grin as he slowed his movements and instead licked softly once over your nipple as you threw your head back. you were the hottest thing he'd ever seen. well, he'd only ever seen his brother's porn magazines so there wasn't much competition. but he could say without a doubt that you were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, your back arched, your head thrown back, your chest flushed. so pretty. but if he didn't speed things up he was sure he would cum in his jeans. you caught his lips in yours once more, struggling with the buckle on his jeans. you knew you wouldn't have sex, not today. but other things were always possible. that thought made your head spin with anxiety and need.
after a little while, you resorted to quickly tugging off your own jeans, ron doing the same, and soon you were back in the same position, except you could really feel him against you. you both looked down at the sight of you in your panties on top of him in his blue boxers, and both laughed breathlessly, kissing once more before you slid off and between his legs. if you'd stayed any longer, he might've felt how fucking wet you were.
"y/n..."
"it's okay, i want to do this. do you? we don't have to." he nodded his head, bottom lip between his teeth. "okay. just tell me what to do, okay? tell me what you like, ronnie."
‘ronnie’ didn't think he'd last that long when your hands were gripping at his thighs and you were on your knees, in only your underwear, between his legs. "okay. yeah."
you cautiously slipped down his underwear, pausing for a second as his flushed and red cock smacked up against his stomach. fuck, he was big, and already dripping precum. you were almost mesmerised with him before you remembered that he might be self conscious, so you proceeded to slip his underwear all the way off, throwing it off the side of the bed and coming closer to him, laying on your stomach and trailing a finger soothingly up and down his thigh. "so pretty." you teased, mimicking him from before, but as you looked up at his desperate face, mouth open, cheeks red, brows raised slightly, you decided that maybe teasing wasn't the best decision in that moment.
so, you wrapped a hand around his cock, feeling it twitch in your hand as ron moaned, head thrown back just like you had before. "that feels good."
"i haven't even done anything yet." you chuckled, looking up at him expectantly until his blue eyes met your own. "tell me what to do."
he gulped. "right, so you just wanna... make your hand wet. spit in your hand. you should like that." he couldn't believe he was saying this to you, or even joking in this moment, because right there, he was totally and utterly at your mercy.
you removed your hand from him, finding your mouth already salivating, and instead of licking your hand, you gathered your spit and let it drop from your tongue down onto it. he groaned as you looked up at him. fuck, he definitely wouldn't last long if you did more shit like that. taking your slick hand, you guided it up and down his cock, hesitantly dragging it over the tip, making him buck up into your hand and drip out even more precum. "fuck, uh... be careful with the tip. it's sensitive."
"sorry." he went to tell you not to apologise, but then you avoided going directly over the tip, collecting more of the precum, and the amount of spit and slick on your hand was creating lewd, wet sounds. if he tried to speak now, he’d probably just whine. testing the (now, scalding hot) waters, you dragged your tongue up his shaft, and he moaned even louder. he seemed to like that, so you did it again, and again, then put the tip in your mouth, pushing your lips down onto it until you got scared that your teeth would graze him.
"fuck, just like that, y/n, you’re so good."
seems he took more notes than you gave him credit for. or maybe this was natural? shit, is this how he spoke normally? he would drive you insane.
and how the fuck did people not use their teeth? at this point, you wanted to hear more of those beautiful sounds coming from your boyfriend's mouth, but also wanted to ask him. so you slowly took your mouth off, making him look down at you in concern.
"ron, how... i'm worried i'll use my teeth."
ron wasn't sure how to answer that, being just as inexperienced as you were, but he tried to use what he heard his friends talking about in the boys dorm.
"i think you just, try to wrap your lips down over your teeth. or you purse your lips. like an ice pop." you chuckled, and so did he. "i guess you have to make your tongue flat and then cover the top ones."
"okay, i'll try..." but before you went down again, he spoke once more.
"and, don't swallow the cum. doesn't taste great."
you nodded, and he watched you as you tried the technique, getting down even further, causing him to grip at your hair. he didn't push you down, just needed something to hold onto other than the bedsheets, that was all. and after all, you did quite like hair pulling. you moved his thick cock in and out of your mouth, wrapping your hands around the parts where your mouth couldn't reach, and looked up as ron's grip tightened on you. you didn't bother touching his balls — that was an experiment for another day.
"fuck, i'm gonna cum," you moved your mouth to just the tip, as more groans left his lips. "y/n, shit, don't swallow, just take your — fuck, take your mouth off."
you were stubborn. so stubborn in fact, that you kept suckling at the tip of his cock as he jerked up into your mouth, body freezing, as you swallowed load after load. you just wanted to please him. and thank merlin you'd done all those water (and to be honest, butterbeer) chugging competitions with lee, or you'd have been absolutely done for. he was right, it didn't taste good, at all. it was salty, and bitter, and as you took your mouth off him and let his slowly softening dick slap against his thigh, you almost winced at the flavour.
ron's chest was pink and flushed with perspiration, head thrown back against the headboard and eyes firmly closed, recovering. "fuck. told you."
"'s not the worst thing in the world. i'd do it again."
"don't say that or i'll get hard again." he reached for his boxers off the side of the bed, awkwardly slipping them on in a sitting position.
you chuckled, reaching to his bedside table to gulp down some water, head fuzzy and chest warm with the accomplishment of pleasing your boyfriend. he wiped a hand over his forehead, taking the glass out of your hand to take a big sip himself before putting it down.
"well, that was exhausting." he groaned.
"tell me about it. my bloody jaw hurts." you grinned, and he smiled back and rushed to peck you on the lips firmly, sending you to fall back against the covers as he hovered on top of you. "what're you doing?"
"don't think i'm done with you just yet." he grinned, but faltered. "unless you don't want to. i don't want to force you or anything, just tell me if —" you shut the clumsy boy up with another kiss, clasping your hands behind his neck and grabbing at his soft hair, wrapping your legs around his waist. you clenched around nothing as you felt his soft cock beneath his boxers against your soaked panties.
"it'd be my pleasure." you muttered against his lips. and he grinded into you once more before moving you so your head was against the headboard, and him between your legs.
"oh, how the turn tables, hmm?"
"shut it, loverboy." you shook your head, biting your lip and looking down at him as he trailed his nails down your inner thighs, making you arch your back a little. "and what did i say about teasing?"
"that it's hot." his crooked smile made your stomach clench.
"that you should stop." your complaints were ignored as the humour in the room dropped, and he looked at the wet patch seeping through your underwear. he seemed transfixed, swiping the pad of his thumb over it, before hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties and pulling them off, tossing them to the side.
taking his middle finger, he swiped it through your soaked folds, making you whine. "you're dripping." his voice got much deeper, and his throat felt dry, but if he opened his mouth he was sure he'd drool. "did it turn you on, sucking..." he cleared his throat. "sucking my dick?"
you didn't reply, just bucked your hips up into his touch as he paused.
he pressed on. "so?"
"yes, it did." you were so desperate that you actually pouted your lips. seeing ron talk so dirty, despite his hesitance, was the second reason you were dripping. you didn't know he'd be like that. though you should've expected it.
but his shyness hadn't left just yet. "can you... can you tell me what to do?"
you tried to catch your breath, his finger was still over your clit, not firmly pressing, just there. you got distracted for a second, looking down and subtly pushing your hips up, before you bit your lip, swallowed, and met his eyes again. he seemed to be amused by that. "uh, so... you just get your fingers nice and wet, first."
it even surprised ron when he removed his finger from you, and held up his hand to your mouth. your breath hitched. "you're probably wet enough anyway, but go on, then. 's what you like, right?"
you nodded nervously, taking his wrist and putting three of his fingers into your mouth. you sucked them in, making sure to get enough drool all over 'em, before messily removing them and letting spit string down to your tits. ron watched it all, dick growing hard again. he was sure now. you would be the hottest thing he'd ever see in his entire life. you let go of his wrist as he let the rest of the spit drip onto your pussy, the air leaving you cold as he spread it around with his fingers, up your folds, circling your hole. the avoidance of your clit made you throw your head back, as he teased you. he knew exactly where the clit was, frankly, it was pretty clear to see, all red and swollen and big. he was doing this on purpose.
"please, ronnie." you whined.
"okay, okay. what next?"
"you need to touch my... my clit. and maybe put a finger in, but, be gentle, please?"
"you've never fingered yourself before?" his voice broke.
"i tried, just one, but, it's not really comfy when i do it. too tight. fingers aren't long enough, maybe. i don't know." you swallowed nervously. speaking about your personal sexual experiences was embarrassing. ron found it hot.
he took your advice, slick fingers brushing over your clit, then paying more attention to it, playing with it, even pinching it, turning you into a whimpering mess. figuring you were prepared enough, ron gently dragged his middle finger over to your hole. "gonna put a finger in, now. ready?"
"yeah, please."
you gasped and gripped his arm. he eased in slowly, and fuck, you were tight. you'd broken you hymen before, probably by either walking, riding your bike, or simply experimenting on yourself, so there was no resistance as he reached his finger all the way in, just a slight discomfort on your part. he almost began to start moving, but you tightened your grip. "just a second, ron. your finger's bigger than i'm used to." that sentence made him rut into the bed, as he followed your instruction and stayed still. your body relaxed, and he even felt you begin to unclench around him, your ridges less restricting. "it's okay now, you can — fuck."
he'd started sliding his finger in and out, slowly, as soon as you gave the 'okay', and this was definitely better than you could have ever done to yourself. you weren't sure you could come just from this, but you didn't care, it felt good. you'd heard one way to make it better, though.
"try curling up your finger — oh." if this boy could only give you a chance to breathe. that change in movement was hitting a spongey spot inside you that made you clench your thighs together, which he fixed by using his elbow to spread one, and his free hand to hold down the other. you brought one foot up to his back, needing some kind of stability. "you okay?" he asked, which was a loaded question considering that his thumb accidentally brushing over your clit made your entire body jerk, and you weren't just okay, you were bloody brilliant, the blinding pleasure bordering on pain.
"fuck, touch my clit, please." you moaned, head thrown back as he did as you said, making your entire body spasm. you were so close, so fucking close, and you practically rode his fingers as you thrashed up and down, tits bouncing. you were just about to tell him you were gonna come (though with you non-stop clenching around his one finger, it was pretty obvious) when he decided to try something, removing his thumb from your clit and instead sucking onto it.
he'd heard about eating girls out, and it was something he'd always wanted to do to you, to drive you crazy, and if he couldn't do it now he was going to at least include his mouth into some of the action. he wanted to taste you.
with this surprise, you came hard, the heel of your foot pressing into his back, his hand working hard to hold down your other thigh, stomach clenching and eyes rolling back. you were moaning so much and so loudly that you were glad almost everyone was out at hogsmeade. as you came down from your high, ron removed his lips from your clit and slowly removed his finger, your aftershocks trying to suck him back in. your back, forehead and chest were sweating, your entire mouth dry as your eyes stayed closed. ron rubbed his hands soothingly up your thighs as your body spasmed again, and brought himself up to kiss your forehead, a grin that you couldn't see playing at his lips. he wrapped his arms around you as you sighed and leaned into him.
"fuck." you sighed, opening your heavy eyes and glancing at ron who licked the rest of your cum off his fingers, looking up at the ceiling. you were still clenching around nothing. that was the hardest you'd ever came, even better than the showerhead — oh, ron would have an absolute riot if he knew you used the showerhead. "thank you."
he gave you that dumb fucking grin, the one he always had before making a bad joke. "orange you glad you read out that list?"
"shut up and kiss me. idiot."
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