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sarawritestories · 2 months

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Hello! Could i request a cassian fic where reader and cassian are gone on a mission but reader gets her cycle halfway and when they stay overnight at an inn or something cassian finds reader really exhausted and numb and puts the pieces together realising she might be on her period because she is too shy to tell him. so cassian helps her through her cramps and all. Just lots of fluff.

This is absolutely perfection! I hope I did this justice for you! This also features a trop I was requested to do by @hellodarling1357 that may include one bed 😄

I Got You, Sweetheart

Cassian X fem Reader

Summary: Going on a mission with Cassian is all fun and games until your cycle makes an unexpected appearance.

Content warning: none

Word Count: 1.7 k

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“Keep up slowpoke. We’re almost there.” Cassian yells from a mile away the warmth and light of the Spring Court sun making him almost ethereal. I scowl at him as I huff breath leaning against the tree trunk trying to catch my breath. This trek on the hillside of the Spring court wouldn’t be an issue for me but today the incline is exhausting me. Cassian began running in place only to be stopped by him sneezing. I giggle as I continue forward handing him my handkerchief when I walk past. “I fucking hate this place.” Cassian grumbles as he blows his nose.

I look out at the expanse of land that lives in eternal spring. The vibrant hues of the territory were beautiful various shades of greens and pinks. Greenery everywhere even when walking into the village. I take a moment and let the warmth of the sun kiss my skin and warm my face. “Its not all bad,” I look to him and wink, as he scratches your chest, “One day we’ll get you a tonic so you can actually enjoy being here.”

Cassian stops scratching and continues forward, “I doubt I would like it. With the High Lord being a prick.” I roll my eyes and follow him. Ironically enough Feyre was the one that asked us to come here and try to provide aid to the villages. When she asked, I could see the guilt on her face, she felt bad for how she handled destroying her former lover’s court, and no one had seen Tamlin in a few months. I agreed and she insisted I bring Cassian and gave me a suggestive look as she did. Busybody.

Looking in front of me and admired the General’s wings twitching, itching to spread out but he was not taking any chances of an enemy aiming for them. “I can feel you staring, Sweetheart.”

He speaks out and I jump as we reach another steep incline. I took another deep breath and kept moving. I keep my focus on the back of Cassian’s head and force down the exhaustion and the slight pain in my abdomen.

We reach the village when the sun begins to set, and I grab Cassian’s arm as I look at the sun going down the various shades of orange and pink painting the sky in a bloom of color. “I should ask Feyre to paint more scenery pieces. This view is breathtaking.” I lean my head on his arm as Cassian chuckles.

“Tell me are you going to fill the house of wind with all of Feyre’s paintings?”

“Maybe. And when I get done with all the public areas, I’ll start redecorating rooms.” I smirk at him, “Starting with yours.”

Cassian squints his eyes and gets close to my face our foreheads touching, “You wouldn’t dare.”

I giggle and flick his nose, “You’re cute when you’re acting like you don’t like the idea of me in your room.”

Cassian blinked and straightened back to his full height clearing his throat ready to change the subject. A wave of pain ran through my abdomen again and I winced in pain, Cassian’s brows knitted together, scanning me as if he can see where the source of my pain came from, “You alright?”

I wave him off, “I’m sure I’m just hungry. Should we find an Inn?” Cassian nods and leads us into a village, his wing extending to me, to shield me from the temperature dip as the sun lowered.

The inn was full of loud boisterous patrons. The low lighting of the fae lights cast a warm glow over the tavern portion. Patrons filled the tables some were a few farmers cheering for a fruitful harvest. There was a family enjoying their dinner and faintly in the back corner two lovers were tied in an embrace. Cassian’s breath warmed my pointed ear, “Go find a seat I’ll get us a room.”

I nod and look for a seat. Finding a spot near the stairs that lead to the rooms, I plop on the seat and exhaustion hits me full force followed by another bout of pain. I groan and place my head on the cool wooden table. The sounds of the tavern become muted as I close my eyes and try to ignore the pain and then I smell it and my eyes blink open wide. No. No. it can’t be. I’m two weeks early, and I’m growing dizzy. I try to move to sit up against the wall, my head swirling and swirling to the point of feeling numb.

Cassian comes in, “They had one room left with two beds.” He smiles and he looks at me and he frowns.

I raise my arm to poke his cheek, “Hey, you turned your smile into a frown. Fix it.”

He grips my wrist, “What is goin-“ Then his eyes goes wide. “Ohhh. Come on, let’s get you upstairs.” He helped me up, His hand staying on my back just to let me know he was there.

We reach the top of the stairs; Cassian grabs my hand and leads me to our room. When he turns the key and Cassian curses. I look inside, the last room with two beds, looks awful like one bed. And a bad Cramp made me cling to Cassian in a whimper, “Cass.” I tilted my head up to blink away the tears.

Maybe it’s the delirium I give him a weak smile, “Can I have you?”

Cassian looks down at me his mouth in a tight libe, and his warm eyes fill with concern. He hooks his arms under my knees and wrapped and around my shoulders, “I got you, Sweetheart.” I lean my head around his neck, and I barely notice his heartbeat as he crosses to the bed. He places me down tenderly. “I need to grab some things for you, beautiful. Do you want anything in particular?” He crouches down to meet my eyes and brushes my hair behind my ear, and I lean into his touch.

Cassian smiles, and kisses my forehead, “We can talk about that when I get you everything you need.” He stands and I grip his hand, “Sweetheart, you need a tonic for the pain, you will need fresh undergarments, you need your nightgown. Please let me take care of you.” He bends down to kiss my knuckles. “I won’t be long.”

I must have fallen asleep because I awoke to Cassian nudging me. I peel my eyes open and smile as his hazel eyes and met mine, “Hi.”

Cassian’s grin broadens, “Hey, you.” He has a vial in his hand, “Sit up for me, will your sweets.”

I attempt to but then a sharp waive of pain washed over me and I cried out, “Cassie, it hurts.” Cassian’s face falls, I only pull out that name when things are out of control.

“I know, baby, let me help take the pain away but I need you to at least lift your head, can you do that?”

I slowly nod and l lift my head, Pain explodes behind my eyes, but I grit my teeth and keep my head there as Cassian uncorks the vial. He cups my cheek trying to hold my head up for me, wiping tears with the pads of his thumbs. “Open for me.” I open my mouth and he tilt the vile so the liquid can go down my throat. He gently lays my head back down. “You want me to help get you in comfortable clothes?”

I nod my head, “Please, anything that can keep me from getting up would be preferred.” I whispered. He nodded and with skill and precision he got me out of my leathers and into the night gown he provided. I turned to my side so I could face him as he grabbed something from his bag, “What’s that?”

He smiled and opened the bag to reveal a piece of chocolate cake, I smiled. “I figured you could use it.”

I looked at him and tears began to form, “You’re too good to me. I envy the female who ends up your mate. She will be very lucky.”

Cassian’s face fell as he tore a piece of the cake with his fork and held it to my lips, I took a bite and hummed in approval. Cassian bit his lip and looked at me, “I have a mate.”

My hormones are raging, and my tears become soft sobs, at least that’s what I’m telling myself. “What’s she like? Do you like her? Does she know?”

Cassian takes a bite of the cake. “I don’t know. How Would you describe yourself?”

I furrow my brow as he places the fork with a bite of the cake that I graciously take and then it hit me. The bond snapped and the gold tether led me to Cassian. “Cass.”

He shushes me. “We will talk about it when you’re better. Right now, my mate is hurting, and I would very much like to take care of her.”

Tears kept flowing as he feeds me more cake, “She would like that.” Another wave of pain hits me, and my sobs take over. Cassian walks away and pulls off his leathers, replacing them with sleeping pants and climbs over me to the other side of the bed.

He gently turns me over and maneuvers us so my head is on his warm chest and his wing curved over me to provide extra warmth. And he holds me like that until my sobs get under control and he rubs his hand up and down my arm in soothing circles. My eyes began to droop, “Cassian?”

“Yes, sweetheart?” His voice was laced with sleep as well.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” Cassian kisses my forehead, and the tip of my nose and his lips meet mine in a tender loving kiss. When he pulls away, he presses his head to mine, “I wanted to do that for so long.”

I yawn and shut my eyes, “Now you can kiss me for say eternity.”

Cassian yawns as well, “Sounds like a good plan.”

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carolina-in-love · 1 year

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Does your mother know?

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x reader.

Tags: 18+ Only, Smut, Age differences.

Word Counts: 5k

A/N: Nonnative English speaker, sorry if there is a typing error, inspired by the song by abba.

The music was loud, the disco was warm, everyone was sweating, dancing, moving their hips to the rhythm of the music, there were drunks as well as sober people, all singing loudly to the song, most of them dancing between couples, rubbing each other's bodies, a hot atmosphere.

"I'll go ask for a glass of water, I'm really thirsty." I shouted to my friend hoping she heard me over the loud music.

"What!" she shouted back.

"I'll be right back!" I shouted back, she just smiled at me and gave me the thumbs up, as she went back to dancing with an unknown man.

A short dress for the night out, and also a cool one, it was not one of those that caused me warmth, but given the atmosphere around me, it seemed that it did.

I approached the bar, sitting in one of the free seats, one of the few that were left.

"A glass of water please."

The bartender looked at me and smiled, quickly offering me a glass of water with an ice cube or two in it.

I took a drink from the glass; a sip was enough to notice how hot the atmosphere was.

A bar for people over 21 years old, how had I snuck in? A fake ID, it was very simple, the guards had doubted to let me pass -you look like a child- was their excuse, and although I didn't look like a child, today was my 19th birthday, according to me, so I had to have a good time.

My friend had been the one who had the idea of entering a famous bar for seniors, saying that it was more fun, to which I accepted, she had taken care of everything, even the fake IDs.

But I clearly noticed that the people in this place were older people, adult people, clearly not under 21, and not older than 30, or at least I hoped so.

The seat next to me, which was empty, had been occupied by a man, his hair was a little long, but not long enough to go past his shoulders, his hair was slightly curly, the color a dirty blond, a dark blond, part of his hair reached his forehead, his skin was white, a characteristic scar that passed by his right eye, and it was necessary to describe the color of his eyes, a light blue, that although the place was dark and the only thing that managed to illuminate were the colored lights, those blue eyes were easy to notice.

I turned my head to the side, avoiding looking at him more than necessary, I did not want to generate misunderstandings, but if they were with him, I think they would be worth it, I let out a laugh at the thought of attraction to a stranger that I had been having.

I was able to see my friend from afar, who was dancing with a boy she had just met a moment ago, clearly, he was also older, like the others.

"What are you doing here all alone?"

The attractive man sitting next to me had spoken to me, I had heard him clearly, as if there was no music playing at the party.

I turned my head in his direction, getting a better look at his face, now he was facing me, so I could see the features of his face better, the voice you hear is the kind of voice you expect to come out of him.

"Resting for a moment." I let out trying not to stutter in the attempt. He was so handsome that it simply left me nervous.

I noticed how he looked at my eyes, his gaze lowered slightly to then come back up to my eyes, he let out a laugh, which, although I had not heard it, the quick movement of his chest up and down had been enough to notice that it was a laugh, he smiled slightly showing his teeth, a perfect set of teeth.

That laugh had caused a flutter in my stomach.

"You look a little young to be in this place." He let out a laugh again. "A little young to be looking for this kind of fun."

Had he noticed?

"I don't think I'm that young." Bullshit, it was a clear lie, couldn't he have thought of a better excuse?

The bartender reached him two small glasses, two shots, grabbed one in his hand and offered it to me. Although it wasn't a good idea to accept it, taking the fact that he is a stranger, a handsome stranger, the thing was, I didn't drink alcohol very often so I would end up getting used to the strange sensation of swallowing it.

I accepted the shot he was offering me, lightly brushing his fingers with mine as I grabbed the small glass, generating a slight blush on my face, he grabbed the other one that was on the table, and moved it slightly in my direction indicating me to drink with him.

Which I did in one drink, the drink wrinkling my face slightly at the strange sensation of alcohol entering my body, shaking my head slightly to the side in disgust. Again, he had let out a laugh.

"You're so cute, are you sure your mother knows you're here?" he said with a laugh.

"I didn't catch your name." I said smiling with my lips, moving up my shoulders slightly, trying to avoid the topic he wanted to talk about.

"I didn't get yours either." The boy leaned his elbows on the bar table. "Anakin."

A beautiful name, for a handsome man.

"Nice to meet you Anakin." I told him my name after mentioning his name, I extended my hand, opening my palm, trying to get us to squeeze hands.

Anakin, looked down at my hand, and laughed again closing his eyes slightly at the action, I tried to push my outstretched hand away, but he grabbed mine quickly.

His hand was huge, a little rough sure, but very big, and they were warm, compared to mine, which were cold after the grip of the glass of ice. Again, my stomach fluttered, were they butterflies? I wouldn't be surprised; I have God himself holding my hand.

"Your first time here?" now his voice came slightly raspy out of his mouth.

"Yes, even though I don't think it will be my last." If coming back here meant meeting him again, clearly, I'd be back.

"Don't you think?" Quick, a lie.

"I like to dance at parties, it's fun." Although it wasn't a lie, it was a clear invitation that he could dance with me on the dance floor, I smiled again, but this time going so far as to show my teeth in the smile.

"Well, I can dance with you honey, if you think it's fun."

The nickname - honey - had clearly caused another flutter in my stomach, and had also given me courage, but the drink that Anakin had invited me to, had also had a bit of an effect.

I stopped sitting in the chair and stood up, standing in front of him, he looked tall, even though he was sitting, I grabbed one of the hands that were in the air due to the support he had on the table, and pushed him towards me.

I was not strong, but he willingly stopped sitting and stood up, reinforcing the grip on my hand.

Now that he was standing, the height difference was noticeable, though the height wouldn't stop me from dancing with him.

I pulled him to the center of the dance floor.

Clearly the drink he had given me had given me the confidence to start dancing, moving my hands slightly up from my head, still with one of Anakin's hands next to mine. The free hand I ran it up my body, passing lightly over my navel, followed by my chest, for a moment my shoulder, and finally my hand in the air, moving it from side to side.

I was really trying, I was trying to flirt with him, he was a good catch, and I certainly didn't want to miss the opportunity that he had started the conversation.

The atmosphere was now warmer, and the music also accompanied it.

I moved my hands to his shoulders, placing one hand on each side, lightly caressing his shoulders, reaching around the back of his neck with my hands, and bringing them together.

Anakin put his hands around my waist, wrapping them completely around it, pulling me closer to his body, my eyes colliding with his. I was moving my hips, back and forth, not roughly, gently, and with what he wanted, seductively.

He let out a laugh again, moving his head slightly to the side, biting his lower lip in the process.

"I know what you're trying to say with what you're doing." Anakin spoke in a voice that, to me, was seductive, causing me to become even more horny and nervous about kissing him.

"Yes? What am I trying to tell you?" I tilted my head slightly, raising one of my hands to the back of his neck, touching his hair and drawing his head up to my height, Anakin bringing one hand up staying on my back at the level of my breasts, lightly squeezing my dress, along with my skin.

"Sweetheart, you're just a child to do this." Our bodies had moved a little closer together, my chest colliding with his body, my dress had ridden up slightly in the face of the dance.

He had no doubt noticed, bending down a little towards my body, reaching his hand down, grabbing the edge of my dress and pulling it down, bringing it up to where it should be.

"Are you sure your mother knows you are out?" he asked again, returning to the position we were in before.

"Will you stop asking about my mother?" I was sick of the tension generated, it was so much, I just wanted to kiss him. "We can talk quietly." I replied, with a flirtatious tone.

"I can flirt with you if you want." Anakin had now moved his head closer to mine, our foreheads meeting, breaths colliding.

The approach causing me to bring forward my chin, trying to kiss him, and him pulling away at the attempt.

"Take it easy honey, this isn't the way." The smile had disappeared from Anakin's mouth, still holding our foreheads together, indicating to me that the action I had taken had not made him uncomfortable or upset him.

"What's the right way?" I responded by moving my hips a little more in the dance, bumping my body more into his. He pulled his forehead away, bringing his mouth close to my ear.

"Be patient, slow and easy." Breath had reached my ear, causing me to shiver, Anakin placed a light kiss on the center of my ear.

Again, with our gazes facing each other, Anakin placed a hand on my cheek, bringing his lips to mine, finally doing what I had been waiting for since I had seen him.

Our lips collided, slightly moving our heads to the opposite side of each other at times, enjoying different angles of our lips. The hair on the back of his neck wrapped around the fingers of my hands, and Anakin's hands caressing the back of my waist, pulling me closer to him.

I felt his wet tongue run along my lower lip in the middle of the kiss, causing me to give way to the wet kiss. Slightly opening my mouth, a little wider to the kiss, and he likewise, a dance between our mouths, our spittle mingling in the process.

His mouth had the taste of alcohol and cigarettes, though also a minty flavor.

The kiss had become wetter, so much so that we had stopped dancing in the center of the dance floor, just concentrating on kissing, my stomach fluttering at his actions, my heart beating faster at the caresses that went from my hip to my waist, and from my waist to my hip, him being careful not to lift my already short dress too much.

My hands running over his hair, my eyes closed, concentrating on the feeling of excitement that ran through my body.

The meeting of our lips from time-to-time parting to catch my breath, and rejoin them. Anakin broke away from the kiss, giving me a kiss on the corner of my lips, bringing his lips to my ear, too, leaving a kiss on this one.

"Well beautiful, will you tell me how old you are?" Leaving another kiss on my ear, and lowering his head slightly, leaving another kiss on my neck, and another, and another, and another, and another, now kissing my shoulders uncovered by the dress.

"Almost twenty..." I said biting my lip at the little lie blurted out.

"Almost?" he repeated in a husky voice.

"I just turned nineteen." Forcing my grip on her neck a little tighter, hoping he wouldn't pull away from me.

"Well, that's too young for me." He bent down slightly again, grabbing the end of my dress again, pulling it down again. "I'm 26." Anakin had stopped leaving kisses on my neck, now just resting his forehead to mine.

"Age is not an issue." I said.

"You don't know what exactly you want."

"We can try, and I can tell you what I don't want, though I doubt it, because I want everything from you, Ani." I looked at his lips, they were thick, and now a little more so because of the swelling from kissing.

"If you give me permission, with pleasure." His thick voice resonated again.

We brought our lips together again, this time going straight for the wet, bringing our bodies again, our lips, bringing our tongues together, bringing our tongue together, bringing saliva together, and hallelujah that music was loud, the sound generated by the kisses we were giving each other, they were constant.

I was hot, my center was hot, my whole body was hot.

We stopped kissing to take a breath, really narrowly and we were eating each other's mouths out again.

"We haven't danced much." I blurted out right after we broke away from the wet kiss.

"Well, we should honey." In straightened my arms on her shoulders, moving my hips back into the rhythm of the music, trying to bring the horniness down.

We slipped back into the rhythm of the music, I turned my body, turning my back to him, bumping my ass into his crotch, raising my arm over my shoulder and capturing Anakin's neck. Bringing his head close to mine, moving my ass to the beat of the music, him wrapping one arm around my stomach, the other staying on my hip, guiding me to his rhythm, moving our pelvises in time.

Anakin left a kiss on my ear again.

"Beautiful what do you say if we go someplace more private?" He had stopped moving his hips, and keeping a grip on my hip preventing me from moving., I nodded my head looking up at him.

"Just let me tell my friend."

"I'll walk you over." Anakin grabbed my hand, loosening his grip around my stomach and hip.

I walked in the direction of my friend, who was still sober, and dancing with the same boy, walking up to her.

"I saw you, you can go, but don't forget to send me your location, do it now." She walked away from the boy she was dancing with.

I was sending my real time location to her chat.

"You're in charge, it's not that I don't trust you, maybe I do, I don't know you, but be careful with her." She said then looked at me with a smile and said goodbye to me.

"Your apartment is giant." I mentioned, we had left in his car, every time it was a red light, Anakin didn't avoid putting his hand on top of my leg and squeezing it lightly, and the occasional moment to steal a kiss from me.

The ride had not been uncomfortable, counting his kisses and that we had generated conversation. Anakin had gotten me into his house first, and him passing then, locking up, walked toward me.

"But I didn't really come to admire where you live." I turned to walk over to him, and kiss him again.

My horniness hadn't let up at any point, I was still just as horny as at the party, and no doubt the kissing in the car didn't help, let alone the pressing on my leg.

Anakin circled my waist then put his hands on my legs, slapping them, indicating for me to jump. Anakin lifted me up, hanging me on his neck, my legs around his hips, still kissing.

Without the music in the background, you could now hear how lewd the sounds we were making as we kissed, his tongue meeting mine, and taking a ride on my mouth. I broke away from the kiss, giving him a kiss on the corner of his lips, leaving another kiss on his marked jaw, and moving down the side of his neck, starting to kiss different areas of it, sucking, biting, trying to leave marks, he started walking, to where I guessed was his room, a thick sound came from his throat, telling me he was on a good path, so I went back to kissing his neck, sucking on a specific part.

Anakin let go of my legs, causing me to rest my feet on the floor, separating himself from me, and taking off the top part of his clothes, revealing his well-marked abdomen, his muscular, well worked body.

He took off his shoes, then put a hand on my waist, him sitting on the corner of the bed and pulling me towards him, he spread my legs apart with his hands, prompting me to climb onto the bed on my knees, sitting on his lap, my legs on either side, my nucleus colliding with his crotch.

Anakin let out a sigh before kissing me again, another wet kiss beginning.

His hands were on my legs, caressing them and slowly moving up my dress, squeezing my thighs in the process, moving his hands a little further, circling my ass cheeks and squeezing them, wrapping his large hands around them. He broke away from the kiss, starting to kiss me on my neck, biting and sucking, in a totally different way than me, my chest rising and falling at the excitement, I opened my mouth slightly, letting out a moan.

Causing Anakin to move my ass back and forth, generating friction between my body and his cock. Pushing my ass down, trying to make the friction deeper.

"Fuck." Anakin let out a moan again. "Can I take off your dress, beautiful?"

"Take off what-ahh" I let out a moan. "Whatever you want." I let out another moan, the friction touching my pussy, making me hungry for more.

Anakin stopped kissing my neck, untying the lace at the back of my dress, finally lifting my dress all the way up my body, pulling it off over my head. In the face of a hot day, it really was annoying to wear a bra. Anakin looked down at my bare breasts, cupping them in his hand, his thumbs playing with my nipples.

"Move over baby." He released one hand to bring it to my ass, indicating for me to move my hips, for us to rub more.

He again directed his hand to my breast, both of them playing with them, kneading them, squeezing them, raising them and making them sensitive, them becoming pointed, and finally bringing his mouth to the left nipple, completely surrounding it with his mouth, sucking, licking in circles and biting the erect nipple, then switching to the other nipple, and repeating the same process, the breast walking unattended from his mouth, not walking free, being kneaded by his hand, and the nipple being pinched.

"Anakin-" I tried to say his name between moans, I couldn't formulate a word at how good it felt to be treated this way by Anakin, I couldn't find words to describe it.

I moved my hips again, my already wet underwear rubbing against his pants, feeling his cock already hard, excited cock.

He couldn't seem to get enough of sucking on my breasts, taking turns getting equal attention. I brought a hand to his chin, pulling it away from my breast, watching a line of saliva coming out of his mouth meeting my nipple.

He lifted his head and kissed me again.

I ran my hands down his chest, caressing his abs, feeling the lines marked by exercise, the occasional scar, reaching to touch the start of his pants, slipping my hands in, feeling the bone of his pelvis.

I touched the latch of his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them.

Anakin raised his hips slightly, pulling down his pants along with his underwear in one pull. Bringing his already erect member into view, saliva generated in my mouth at the sight of it.

It was larger than average, but also the body of the member was thick, becoming a little thinner at the tip, veins adorned his erect penis, pubic hair peeking out at the base of his cock, a blond color a little lighter than his hair. Due to his erection his penis was pointing towards his body.

Holding his member, I wrapped my hand around it, raising and lowering my hand slightly, my thumb caressing the tip, already sensitive to my touch. Anakin let out a hoarse moan, leaning back on the bed with his hands, pulling back his head, lifting his chin.

I kissed his jaw, which caused him to quickly lower his head, level with mine, kissing me again. He moved his hands to my ass again, wrapping them around my ass, amassing them again, bringing his fingers a little closer to my center from the rear.

He pulled the underwear that still concealed my center to the side, the cold lightly bumping against it. Lightly caressing my center, keeping him from missing anything, moving all around and touching my center, rubbing and moving his fingers with ease due to the wetness already generated by my excitation.

"You're already wet for me aren't you angel?" He spoke in between the kiss.

I felt him slip the tip of his index finger into my hole, causing a moan from me, I let go of his member, stopping stroking it, resting my hands on his shoulders. It's not that I didn't want to touch him, I also wanted to make him feel pleasure, but the way he was touching me was really exciting, I closed my eyes as I felt him move a finger inside me, pull it out and put it in.

"Believe me the next one you can do that honey, but right now I want to make you feel pleasure." He stopped stroking my center, returning to rest his hands on my ass. "So, do me a favor and remove this unnecessary piece of clothing."

I got up from his lap, no longer sitting on him, standing up, Anakin grabbed the ends of my underwear, quickly pulling my underwear down my legs, he pulled me close to him, him placing a light kiss on my belly button, hugging my hip with his arms.

He spun in one swift movement, causing me to lay on my back on the bed, him finishing removing my pants completely, he lifted one of my legs, kissed my heel, then my calf, generating a path of kisses down to my inner thighs, slowly opening my legs to reach my center, my legs going up his shoulders resting on those, his wavy hair causing me to tingle that I could easily ignore, I felt his breath on my center.

"May I?" his voice no longer sounded thick, it now sounded soft and sweet to my ears, I nodded my head looking up at him his head in the middle of my legs. "I can't do anything unless you tell me with words."

"Touch me Anakin."

Instantly he kissed the mound of my center, causing me to moan, he left another kiss on my clit and then all over my folds, gradually opening his mouth a little wider to take in more space, his hands resting on my ass, still massaging it.

I felt a straight lick at my center, his tongue began to run all over, then just lingering on my clit, moving it in a circle and pressing it gently, at this point, my moans were louder, saying his name from time to time.

The lewd sound of his tongue playing with the saliva he had left on my center, the sucking sound he made as he felt my fluids leaving my center, that kind of sound generated great satisfaction.

I felt him lower his head slightly, to the height of my hole, gently caressing it with his tongue, then inserting it slowly and torturously, with the tip of his nose resting on the top of my center, this one still getting wet before the liquids distributed a moment ago. The intruder had a hot, wet temperature, moving it freely inside, bringing one of his hands to my upper center, massaging my clitoris as he thrust his tongue in and out of my hole.

The satisfaction generated by the oral he was giving was enough for me not to hold on too long, to cum instantly, I felt my lower stomach contract, my center contracting, giving warning of an orgasm. I moaned louder in the process, Anakin without missing a beat, bringing me to orgasm.

I hunched my back at the sensation of pleasure, squeezing my legs together, capturing his head in the process, yet he was still over stimulating my clitoris now with his mouth.

He pulled away from my legs, coming back to my height, bringing my arms around his shoulders again, wrapping my hands around the back of his neck.

"Are you sure you want to do this little girl?" he parted my legs, him positioning himself in the middle of them.

"You just saw me as I came into the world, you even did more." He had hair falling down his forehead, so I stroked his hair, brushing it back in the process, freeing his face from any disturbance.

I pulled him to me, pushing him to the side, reversing places, now him leaning on the bed, and me on top of him. Sitting on his lap I rubbed his dick against my wet core, rubbing my clit in the process.

Anakin moved to the side, opening the drawer of the table next to his bed, pulling out the envelope of a condom. He opened it with his hand, and pulled out the balloon, placing it on his member.

I lifted my hips, Anakin grabbed his penis, lining it up with my entrance, I began to slowly lower myself down.

The tip inside me in itself was already enough, it was thinner compared to the rest of his member, feeling my entrance slowly expanding before the new intruder.

Anakin put his hands on the sides of my hips, pushing them down slowly, my pussy hitting the base of his member, feeling Anakin's pubic hair lightly touching my center.

I was dilated enough to let him in quietly, though stretching in the process, it didn't really hurt.

Anakin started kissing me.

"You're tight." He said letting out a raspy yet soft moan.

"Maybe you're the big one here." I replied in a moan, stroking his blond hair.

"That's a compliment." He moved his lips to my neck, sucking on each kiss he gave.

I began to move, back and forth for a moment, feeling his member move inside me, lightly feeling the veins his penis had. I raised my hips, lowering them instantly, bouncing on his lap, feeling his penis move in and out of my entrance. Anakin kissed my breasts, biting one, sucking it again.

"You feel so good... You're so perfect, so beautiful." My breasts were level with his face, moving in rhythm with my movements, Anakin looked up, his blue eyes looking directly at me. "You're so cute."

I had my mouth slightly open at the moans coming out of my mouth, looking down, watching Anakin give attention to my breasts, it felt so good, if teeth squeezing my nipples from time to time, feeling the same suction he was doing on my neck.

Anakin suddenly moved his hips, he too pushing into me, feeling his cock pushing further in than it was already going in, I felt like I was touching heaven.

"Oh for..." I tried to speak. "Ani-" My voice came out clipped at the satisfaction.

"My name sounds so good in your mouth." Anakin shifted positions with me, still joined, we returned to the position from a moment ago, he was between my legs, hoisting them over his shoulder. "Shit."

The lewd sound had returned as well, this time sounding the liquids clashing between our crotches, the sound of our skins hitting, Anakin increasing the speed and roughness as he thrust into me.

His member reaching to touch my cervix at the force of the thrust, his testicles colliding with my ass cheeks, I pulled back my arms, gripping tightly the pillow on which my head was resting that I had just noticed, his name coming out louder from my mouth, or at least the attempt to pronounce it.

Anakin grabbed one breast as he thrust, pinching the nipple, stretching it. The other hand sucking his thumb then bringing it to my center, stroking my clit with his thumb wet from his saliva, he kept ramming hard, even harder than before, so I held onto the sheets to keep my body from rising too high.

I felt the contraction in my lower stomach again, closing and tightening my entrance to the constant thrusts at my entrance and the caresses on my clitoris.

I spoke his name louder.

"Anakin I-"

"Cum, sweetheart." The contraction was much stronger than the first orgasm, much, much stronger, Anakin thrust into me for a moment, but his penis was ejected.

Feeling the orgasm too strong, a liquid coming out of my entrance, but in a strong way.

"Shit-" He repeated again, thrust his penis in again, ramming twice, pulling his member out again, and me expelling the strange liquid again.

He thrust his penis in again this time stopping pulling it out as he had a moment ago, already over stimulated feeling another orgasm coming at the sudden strong thrusts.

"I don't think-hold on any longer beautiful." He stammered in mid-sentence.

The thrusts were less steady, the rhythm of them becoming inconsistent, one thrust, a hoarse moan coming from Anakin's mouth, another irregular thrust staying a little longer inside me, and the last thrust, harder than the others, staying completely inside me, feeling the contractions of his legs under me, his testicles spasming.

Anakin lifted my hips, changing position again, putting me on top of him, sitting on top of him, him leaning back against the head of the bed. His chest rising and falling, our breaths matching. He rested my head on his shoulder, me breathing on his neck.

He lifted a little his ass, to pull his member out of my entrance, taking off the condom and making a knot in it. He raised his hands and threw the condom into a trash can.

I let out a laugh at the action he did, hugging his neck.

Anakin wrapped his arms around my waist, caressing my skin with his fingertips, our warm bodies together, and a little wetness between them.

"Can you write your number on my cell phone? I'd regret not talking to you later." Anakin said, giving me a kiss on the top of my head, or what he could reach because I still followed with my head resting on his neck.

"Impossible for me to leave here without leaving you something to contact me about." I said in a whisper, causing Anakin to let out a laugh.

"How did you get into the place? As far as I remember it's for over 21..."

"The important thing is that I met you." Trying to avoid the topic of conversation.

"Don't try to avoid the topic I'm much older than you."

"Don't avoid the topic we can try anyway." Anakin's chest rose at another released laugh.

"If your parents don't kill me trying." Anakin lowered his hands a little, repositioning himself back on my ass, caressing it again.

"It's not like we didn't fuck just now, plus they trust me too much to let me out without warning."

"So your mother really doesn't know you went out." Anakin lowered his hand further, again stroking my center lightly. I kissed his neck again, sucking in different sectors at times. "I can't get enough of this."

Tonight would be long, and certainly the best of birthdays.

#anakin fanfiction #anakin star wars #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalke r #anakin x y/n #anakin x you #anakin x reader #anakin Skywalker smut

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blueparadis · 1 year

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𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐘 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐃; 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐌𝐀

( 𝐜𝐰. )_ makima x demi-human!f!(dom)reader, supernatural au, slight canon typical elements, pov!shifts, pwp, 1night-stands, pinning, wlw, friends with benefits, ēxplicit sūmt, power dynamics, s/d dynamics, mention of succubus, undertones of violence and murder. 𝐰𝐜 :: 2k.

( 𝐬𝐲𝐧. )_ being an assassin in the world of devil hunters was not a walk in the park; until y/n was forced to make a deal with the demon.

( 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬. )_ @6-022-10-23 OMG bunny finally it's here 😭 I'm so sorry that I made you wait for so long. I finished it earlier than expected... I tried my best to align with the ideas you gave me but can't promise much. Well, i hope you enjoy this. Ik i did >:)) | redirect to blog navigation.

Being born to a renowned family with a long chain of pure bloodlines, where the next generation is blessed with astounding abilities to surpass the previous heir, is not in everyone's stars. Those who have it, despise it and those who do not, they envy it. But neither was the case with y/n. She came from a family of trained guards. Her family was part of a small clan who were devoted to ‘leaders’. They have dedicated their life, body, and soul to their leaders and they must protect them at all costs. That is their fate. That is their purpose in life. That is why they are born.

Another lukewarm Friday night rolled in.. Y/n was humming to herself as she combed her hair. It has been ten years since her parents passed away. They were killed by a local mafia gang who claimed to be as their ‘money-lender’ and hence, y/n had to work for them to pay off the debt. But fate is such a fickle whore when it comes to enacting a perfect revenge. While the money-lender slept peacefully every night, y/n spent every night being wide awake drunk on revenge. On one such night she decided to visit the church, just to calm herself but instead came back with blood all over her tattered clothes and a demon residing inside her, a succubus. The demon insatiable with lust, and her mind hungry for vengeance. What could be more appropriate than to make a deal with a succubus to enact her perfect revenge? It was a Friday just like today when she killed all the made men of the local mafia gang along with the leader and received loads of cash from the government as a reward. Her parents must be proud of her.

“Lily, I can now braid my hair like my mother.” Y/n chimed looking at the mirror. She blinked twice and uttered, “Amen” The reflection in the mirror did not change except for her eye color. It turned red. Although there was no one in the room, she kept talking. “Well, I hate that I can't cut my hair now. It has become so long and sometimes it gets in the way.” She let her body fall on the soft mattress and exhaled deeply. “You know you cannot cut your hair.” a voice echoed in her room.

“Should we go to the parlor to color our hair?” she asked scrolling through her contact list. They were full of gang leaders from several parts of the town. “yeah. We can. I don't think it would affect our bond.” Hearing such a green signal made Y/n’s heart jump with joy. She laughed and mentioned that the first thing in the morning she would do is eat a burger from Mcdonald's and then go straight to the parlor.

Yes, being in contract with a demon came with more pros than cons or at least that is how y/n wished to see it. From the day she had a contract with the succubus, she was never alone. Lilith, in short, Lily, the succubus was always there to watch over her whether she liked it or not. Better to get along than to enrage a demon— that was the idea; she wished to follow it till the last breath of her life. And why should not she? She is now a government-aided bounty hunter who has a deal with a demon. What could possibly go wrong?

“Is this seat taken?” A woman with peach-colored hair, perfectly braided who wore a pair of formal trousers and a shirt enquired softly holding her food tray that contained a soft drink and a pack of french fries. Y/n scanned the cafeteria and found two men in black suits guarding the entrance and exit of the place. You moved to a side without responding hoping she would take the sit next to you but she did not. Instead, she sat in front of you.

“She looks tasty.” The food stuck in your throat, your cheeks warming instantly at the voice of Lily at the back of your mind. She has a habit of doing this, especially around men. Maybe y/n was too comfortable as a vessel for her. Chugging half of the water bottle you were about to ask her. . . but she shot her chance first. “You are,” She rested her chin on the back of her palms leaning over the table. “You are the one who killed a group of fifty men of a local gang a few years ago. Isn't that right?”

Bingo. Damn right. She came doing her research. Just like the people say, her presence alone is formidable. Wonder how much she knows about you? Is she aware of the fact that y/n knows the devil she is in contract with? Taking in a deep breath through your nose you tartly spoke, “And, you are the one who died quite a few times, Makima.” you took another bite from half of the burger. “quite fatal I presume yet here we are.” She cocked her head to a side, eyes almost ready to devour your presence, your soul, your spirit, and everything else around you. But you kept eating. Grabbing the napkin you left your seat exclaiming, “Yet here we are drinking, eating. chatting.” without maintaining eye contact. As you walked passed by her you heard a sharp intake of breath. Makima gasped as she felt your presence fade away. what on earth was that? it was as if two famishing comets crossing each other while destroying other celestial bodies.

That was the first time when y/n met Makima. Strange things started to occur after that, as in, you kept seeing her several times, crossing paths at local bars and restaurants. Must be work you thought and brushed it off. But one day you spotted her at a cozy bar that was adorned with neon lights in a quiet revealing dress — that is unlike her. “She’s alone.” Lilith’s voice echoed in your head.

“you think so?” you whispered lowly. “she is always with her guard dogs.”

“no, no. I meant she is lonely.” Sharing a look with Lily through the reflection of the wine glass you thought, ‘Really? How could you tell?’

“Y/n L/n we know our kind. no matter how much power we have, we are lonely. We can have anything using that power, so in the end, without it we're nothing.” You swirled your drink as she added. “she must be having one of those days.”

“Like we have periods?” you asked a little louder than usual, earning a look from the bartender. It is a good thing that you always keep the Bluetooth headphones plugged in, even if they are turned off. They saved you many times.

“Perhaps. But we sometimes get tired of it. Of our power.” what a cruel thing to say for a powerful being to a powerless creature. You gulped the rest of the drink, grabbed your purse, and left the place. You can not make the same mistake twice. You can not take another demon into your house.

A few weeks passed.

When the full moon was beaming at her brightest, the stars were celebrating her beauty, human life was being absorbed by you and Lilith was having her share of meal y/n crossed paths with Makima again. She was in her work attire. Both of you had blood splotches here and there. Without exchanging any set of words you offered her a cigarette. She took it. Puffing out a drag you blurted. “My house is nearby. I'll get you fresh set of clothes.”

“Is that so?” she asked lighting her cigarette. Part of you presumed she would be such a good girl unaware of how to light a cigarette to upload her reputation. “Fine by me.” It was a friendly walk under the full moon. She told him that she is grateful for this, might as well repay you if given a chance.

“It's fine. sooner or later I'll probably work under you. Better to appease you than to lock horns ” you said in a robotic manner like you were taught. But you did not expect Makima to laugh at this. “oh!she likes you.”

‘Lily not now. NOT. NOW.' you warned.

You showed her the bathroom and gave her a fresh set of clothes. Meanwhile, you got refreshed too. When you were out of the bathroom, in just a pair of spaghetti and shorts you noticed Makima was drying her hair with the towel. You smiled exchanging glances. You stood behind her to get a look in the mirror. Makima’s hands turned lithe, eyes focusing on your reflection as you closed the gap between her and yourself. You could feel her breath rising and falling faster than usual. All you did was stare at her a little longer and then Makima tore her eyes away. Before she could escape you clamped your palms against the edge of the dressing table. Her hands blocked her chest, in a manner of self-defense or being embarrassed. You leaned closer, closer than she expected, closer than you expected.

“you look very fresh.” leaning further to reach her petite shoulders, you whispered. “you are staying for tonight, right?”

’course she is. You felt her fingers on your boobs, lightly grazed and the next thing you knew was you had her pinned against the wall, her hands clasped above her head and another grip on yours holding her in place. Melodious moans filled the room, no resistance from her side. Warm - wet neck kisses, boobs being pressed to one another, rubbing against each other as both of you hungrily shared mind-numbing kisses.

She was trying to get rid of your hold from her wrists. At least she was trying to but it was not enough. Your lips peppering kisses on her chest overpowered her strength. Makima was in no state to use control. You broke the kiss standing inches apart from her, looking right into her galactic eyes — last chance before you devour her, a last chance to say no.

Makima was quick and straightforward. So, you expected her to be like that in bed too but she was not. All she does was work. She goes for a drink but that is not enough to blow off steam for the line of work she is in. Y/n had thought about this many times after spotting Makima in that bar. She looked every bit of you when you were human.

Carefully, getting rid of the nightgown Makima looked at you sheepishly. You smiled and guided her to the bed, hovering above her, maintaining eye contact as you inserted your hands inside her panty. Warm, wet, needy. It did not take you long to push two sets of fingers inside her while your lips worked over her areola. Her hands tried to reach your feminity but she was too lost in chasing her high. You pushed your fingers further and quickened the pace feeling her strong grip over your arms, eyes shutting, back arching as her fluids coated your hand.

Sure, Lilith fed on lust but her preys were not on women, only men. It has been a while since you had slept with someone and they were still alive. To think that, a girl like her would be a virgin was every bit of shocking it was as much as it was exciting otherwise she would not have been tired just after three rounds of orgasm. At least, you expected her to be awake for pillow talk or even sharing a smoke. Stealthily, you left the bed standing in front of the mirror in the same spaghetti and shorts but with bite marks all over your neck, and waistline.

“told you she was a virgin.”

You rolled your eyes and headed towards the bathroom grabbing your phone.

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voxmortuus · 11 months

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Hello!! Can I request Will Graham or Hannibal x fem!reader? Reader is a nurse and she helps him in an injury or something but he goes batshit crazy in love with her and stalks her and eventualy kidnapps her??

►PAIRING: Will Graham X F!Reader ►UNIVERSE: Hannibal ►WORDS: 1k ►SUMMARY/PROMPT: See Above. ►SONG INSPIRATION: Obsessed by Elle Lexxa ►TRIGGER WARNINGS: Mention of injury | Hospital | Blood | Will goes crazy | Stalking Will | Will Kidnaps Reader | I may be missing some, but you get a general idea, so please proceed with caution if there is anything in there that is overly triggering please let me know politely and I will make sure it is added to the list. ►NOTE: Sorry if this isn't what you expected, or had envisioned yourself, I apologize. But I hope you enjoyed my vision. ►IMAGE & DIVIDER CREDIT: @nyxvuxoa ►My Master Masterlist | Hannibal Masterlist

"Y/N, you have a patient in room 207. Head injury of some sort, superficial. Dr. Humphrey said to go ahead and clean him up, get his vitals and go ahead and send him home." the charge nurse told you. She gave you the chart and sent you off in that direction. Going through things all you wanted to do was go home.

Honestly, you were exhausted, and the idea of a hot shower, your favorite pair of sweatpants and tank top, followed by a bottle of your favorite brand of wine, some chicken wings, and binge-watching that show you've been meaning to watch sounded like a fantastic idea. That... that was the dream. But, right now, that was not reality.

"Hello, Mister..." you take a moment to look at the chart as you lick your lips. "Graham. A head injury I see here. Luckily it's nothing too serious. Nothing a little cleaning up and bandage can't fix. Then we'll send you on your way." You state looking over him for the first time. He was sweet looking, like a battered stray puppy. You tilt your head and let out a soft breath before you check out the wound on his forehead.

As Will is gazing up at you as you step close, he can't help but be in utter awe of you. How your eyes are shaped and the depth of their color of them, your nose seems to have that perfect shape, and your lips move when you speak. The way your voice sounded was like music to his ears and your complexion was absolutely lovely. It was the way your hair fell, and your scent, it was intoxicating in its own way. Though yes, you may have looked exhausted, but it was at that moment, he had this undying need to take care of you, to make you feel like you need not a car in the world.

Will watched you so intently, listening as you spoke, and when your hands came to his skin, he smiled softly. "Your hands are very pleasant." He stated softly.

"Excuse me?" You ask, the compliment took you off guard.

"Your hands, they aren't cold like most, they're very warm, it's a nice change." He stated.

"Oh... well... thank you, Mr. Graham. Now please, stop moving. I need to tend to this okay?" you give a soft chuckle, your eyes soften, and your aura relaxes.

"Oh, yes, sorry." He stated lowly and watches your face as you work.

Finishing up, you toss your gloves in the trash along with the items you used to clean up the wound on his head. Looking over him you offer a kind smile. Your smile, it was something that was really sticking with him. It was just you. Love at first sight, some would say, but to him, you had become an obsession. He needed to know everything was to know about you. He needed to know how you took your coffee, how you smelt after a shower, how soft your skin was after lotion, what you wore when you weren't at home, and how you cut your food, it was the simple things that drove him mad with needing to know.

He started to follow you. He began to learn your routine. Where you got gas for your car, what floor of your apartment you lived on, what time you went to bed, and when you went to work. He learned all of the little details. It was all so simple in his mind.

It wasn't like you knew, you were so involved in yourself and your work you didn't think to pay attention to your surroundings. And when he could have struck any time, he decided that his obsession was starting to consume him. He was dreaming of you, he was following you to the grocery store and would get behind you in line just to smell your hair.

You were that one thing he couldn't let escape his mind. He didn't want you to escape his mind. He damn well knew what he wanted. He had dreamt of it.

One night you were out of work, and instead of getting to your car, he approached you from behind, and with a rag he had used chloroform on he placed it over your mouth and nose, and after a few brief moments of inhalation you had passed out. Your body falls limp in his grasp, putting you in the back of his vehicle.

He didn't take you back to his place, instead, he took you to someplace he knew no one would come snooping. Not even Hannibal was going to come looking for you. He knew who you talked to, who you avoided, no one was coming. The thing is, he wasn't set out to murder you, he was obsessed with you, and he was going to do anything in his power to make you love him.

Once you were tied to the chair he sat across the room watching you, but it was taking a fair bit of time to wake you up. He watched, and watched, but nothing. Growing antsy he got up, and decorated the room around you, with flowers and nice things. Coffee- fresh even. Biting his lip he waited, and at that moment he heard you stir he moved to you.

"Wh...where am I?" you asked.

"Hi, I don't know if you remem-"

"Graham... head injury, why am I here? What happened?" you ask.

"I needed you. I have fresh coffee, flowers, and snacks..." he points out

"No, you needed me? Coffee, flowers, snacks... why am I tied up. Graham..." you start to panic

"No, no relax, I'm not going to hurt you I promise. You're safe, I promise, please, call me Will." He stated with a kind smile... damn a loving smile.

"Relax?! I'm tied up in some stranger's home! LET ME GO!" you demand.

"No, no, please, You don't have anyone else. I promise. You won't want to go home after this. Relax. Okay? I'll show you." He nodded.

This was the start of something utterly insane, he hoped that maybe you were going to love him, that you would stay, and maybe in time you did, or you managed to escape, or he let you go, the end is unforeseen, but it's not like you cannot dream of what the future for you holds.

#will graham x female reader #will graham x reader #Will Gram Fanfic #will graham x you #Will Graham Angst #Will Graham Fluff #Will Graham Smut #will graham fic #will graham imagine #will graham gif #will graham #hannibal fanfic #hannibal fanfiction #my fanfiction #VoxMortuus

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legyt · 9 months

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Just wanted to put it out here as a food for thought, and maybe a little theorizing. After what happened to Jaiden on stream it's making me look back at all the notable things that had happened, mostly, if not completely, all in her pov. Jaiden's recent character development after Bobby died was that she drifted away from everyone, making a house in the rose fields that's so far away from anyone else, which she only ever showed to like a handful of people. And then she had this whole thing with having to keep this place 'perfect' because this place, for her, holds most of the happy memories she had during her time in the island.

Then there's the whole thing with Cucurucho, and how Jaiden, who had been underground mining, was the first to be greeted by them. Although this could be either a coincidence and/or unintentional, but the fact that Cucurucho gave her a bird is really sending the idea that there was definitely something there that none of was were really privy to at the time.

I would also like to point out that (I think) it was the first time that Cucurucho has ever asked someone in the island that have lost their egg about how they felt about after, or just them asking in general. And the person they asked was Jaiden.

It certainly didn't help my suspicions, good and/or bad, when Cucurucho approached Jaiden and basically asked her to work with them. But then said that they'd be tagging along with her which was- well, rather surprising but more suspicious at the time, because I have never seen Cucurucho tag along with anyone (Cellbit or Foolish, basically anyone that had shown interest in working with the Federation regardless of their reason/intention) after giving them a mission to complete.

Like sure, Cucurucho could've been like keeping an eye on Jaiden to make sure she did her mission, but anyone can think up of any reason and it still wouldn't make much sense in my opinion.

On a lighter note though, I may be looking into it a little too much, but I like the idea that Cucurucho likes anything that's made of warped wood, because it has almost the same color as Jaiden's wings (from all the fanarts). It's also funny to think that Jaiden seemed to be treated kindly compared to the others.

#qsmp #jaiden animations #cucurucho #just some thoughts

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cupid-tune · 1 year

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Hello, I really want your opinion about the rejection of Beforius, and how he influenced society. We learned from Openbound that the high-bloods take care of the low-bloods. And many have the theory that the Highbloods basically cull other trolls when they have a disability, or a mutation that makes them unable to live on their own, and take on the responsibility of caring for them. Pretty good idea if it didn't have a lot of downsides. What do you think, could Kankri be "rejected" on the beforius, what influenced his character in the future:? or he also initially concealed his blood color, and only during the session he stopped concealing it:? If you think about it, then Rufio is also a kind of mutant, but when he grew up, for some reason he hid in the forest, away from settlements, like cities, as if afraid of someone:?

Apologies in advance for the disturbance :ззззз

YOU DON'T KNOW HOW HAPPY THIS QUESTION MADE ME

I've been thinking about this just recently!! I enjoy looking for content that tries to fill the gaps in between the experience of Beforus, whether it be dialogue or fan stuff. It upsets me that we weren't given too much insight into things, but the fun part is making do with what we have. This post is mainly focusing on mutants on Beforus, but I think this could apply to lowbloods and trolls with disabilities just as much.

Long post ahead!

A lot of what I could gather about the culling on Beforus was from Kankri's dialogue, which peaked my interest the most reading through it. In any other instance, I would take his remarks in the intended humorous manner, but if we really want to dive into this, taking what he says more seriously is a big help.

Kankri describes the problems of Beforus as more underlying and insidious, which makes perfect sense with everything else we have. Feferi was the ruler on Beforus, and as such, was likely a kind ruler with a much more peaceful system in place. The problem is, utopia can't really be achieved, no matter how hard you try. What we're seeing is a flawed system, with trolls who, despite their peaceful way of life, still behave similarly to that on Alternia. You're going to have bad people with bad intentions, and they will most certainly take advantage of the system in place because it's so easy to do.

The theory that highbloods will cull lowbloods and mutants the same amount that it happens on Alternia sounds about right, even if their version of culling is near opposite. Mutants are pitied in such a society, and will be treated like fragile beings who are in need of help. Beforus and Alternia are both bad on opposite sides of the spectrum. One cares too much, the other cares too little. I think a good comparison for this would be the foster care system and how much corruption lies within it. Though, I'd rather not dive into serious real life matters like that while trying to talk about fictional trolls, so it's just good to keep in mind for future reference. Highbloods can take in mutants to care for them, and that seems to be about the extent of context we get. We could go different ways about this and guess whether or not their treatment of these mutants is monitored, or they are left to their own accord and simply trusted.

Coddling seems to be a big deal for Kankri, as one of the only times we see him flaring up in defense is when Porrim shows him coddling-like affection. This could be taken as pale or motherly, but either way, it's upsetting for him. Again, this is probably written to be lighthearted and entertaining, but seeing as this is the only time we see Kankri aggressive, I consider it a trigger of his. Touching, in general, I think is another trigger of Kankri's, which might also come from his culled upbringing.

Kankri pulls away from Porrim a lot, seeing as he directly insults the sweater she gave him but continues to wear it regardless. There is sentiment there, but Kankri shows conflicted behavior. Another alternative could just be that Porrim forces him to wear the sweater, since...Yeah, that pant line. It's understandable. When it comes to Kankri and his relationship with his blood color, the sweater could represent his pride and will to show off his blood now that he's no longer on Beforus. Kankri might've hid his color back then, or was encouraged to wear more neutral colors by his culler like Karkat does.

Further into the coddling nature, Kankri rejects any kind of form of endearment, since his view of it is that it feels belittling and condescending. I think this idea comes from the fact that he experienced similar treatment from whoever was taking care of him on Beforus, which he had grown to dislike either back then or came to realize during the game. He's even willing to take insults if it means not using "wiggler nicknames," which further shows just how much he dislikes this treatment.

Analysis out of the way, the theories of culling on Beforus can go many different directions. Kankri was culled on Beforus, yes. He didn't hide away like Karkat, he wasn't able to in his circumstances. As such, he was raised by a troll, a highblood most likely, who treated him as though he were a prized possession. Kankri could've been pampered and spoiled, which may explain his entitled behavior, but this kind of treatment comes with a lot of downsides. His culler may have been too protective of him, not letting him socialize normally like other trolls and keeping him isolated, or instilling this idea that he needed to be watched over, that he wasn't capable of living a life on his own because of his mutation. This could've been a common practice for many cullers, manipulation and conditioning in order to keep their culled troll under control. Of course, this is a darker way of looking at things, but realistically, this is a very likely reality for many mutants on Beforus. Like I said before, the nature of trolls are a constant, and that means bad people willing to take advantage of a bad system. The only reason I'm willing to take this route is because of how defensive Kankri gets about being treated like a wiggler, and why he strives to know more than others and stand above them. His upbringing shaped who he is now, and one could think that when those kids finally entered the session, Kankri was a free troll.

With Rufioh, he probably had a much easier time escaping the culling system. His wings sprouted later, so he wasn't immediately culled upon birth. He made a life out in the forest with other lowbloods, which allowed him to live relatively peacefully, at least outside of society. Things could've been a lot different for Rufioh had he undergone the same treatment Kankri did, but we can only guess how he would react under those circumstances. Rebelling sounds about right, but who knows how far he could've gotten with that?

Rufioh's behavior is very passive, and he seems pretty content with his life as a mutant. He treats it normally, while Kankri on the other hand hates terms like "mutant" and sees it as a more derogatory term than anything. This is just a Kankri thing, but this could very well be why it's a Kankri thing. I like to think the two have somewhat bonded over being mutants in the past, and Rufioh knows the extent of the culling system and its effects. It's a good thing he ran away while he could, whether it be intentional or not. Rufioh's relationship with his mutation is because he was able to grow up in a setting that didn't shame him for it, allowing him to be carefree and treated like any other troll. This is what Beforus should be, or what the ideal was meant to be.

Beforus culling can be just as bad as Alternia culling, in the way that the victims of it suffer the effects for the rest of their lives. Many culled trolls might even die early on, either because of natural causes in mutations or other health issues brought upon them from the culling treatment. Kankri was conditioned to believe that he shouldn't exist, but to be thankful that he was taken care of anyway. If the people of Beforus were under the impression that culling was an honorable responsibility to take up, caring for the life of another, the ones who were culled are less likely to get help in their situations. His distaste towards the caste system and its inequalities is justified, and that seems to be where a lot of his priorities lie, on educating others about that underlying hierarchy. He's pretty ignorant on other subjects like Porrim's arguments about gender roles on Beforus, and refuses to learn more about it. Which, is not a good thing of course, and is definitely on the list of things he needs to work on, but there are explanations. A lot of what I think are Kankri's personal triggers came from his upbringing, though we can only speculate. Stuff like this is why I enjoy digging into canon, speculation and theories are something I'm not able to indulge in often.

But in conclusion, damn.

#homestuck #kankri vantas #porrim maryam #rufioh nitram #ask box #I've been thinking about this for weeks this ask was handed to me on a silver platter

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What they did to the Velaryons in general doesn’t sit well with me at all. Specially that they are the family they chose to make black and then turned them into motivationless, spine- brainless pushovers to smile and stand by Rhaenyra’s side for no reason.

None of them makes sense as characters; the way he is characterized Corlys ( who is supposed to be an ambitious man, sure of himself, and a force to be reckoned with ) never would have excepted Rhaenyra selling Luke off as the true heir and definitely would’ve had something to say about Deamon slighting their families honor by killing his brother .

Rheanys is completely ruined as a character, honestly, she’s worse than Rhaenyra when it comes to hypocrisy. The scene between her and Alicent is so stupid It’s out of this world. She’s supposed to be this bad ass person, but she again is such a terrible push over, for Corlys, Rhaenyra and literally everyone. There’s not a single moment where she stands up for herself, and what she thinks is right ( her daughter is being robbed from their inheritance would’ve been a perfect moment ). And don’t even get me started on that brainless terrorist attack that she did.

And also when it comes to Rheana and Beala, I can’t fathom how people do not see how traumatizing Deamon and Rhaenyra’s actions must’ve been for them. ( I mean, having Deamon as a parent is trauma enough ) After the death of their mother they are given absolutely no emotional support from their father, and are dumped on their grandparents like used goods while their father tries to find the way to fuck his niece at her funeral. And then Deamon and Rhaenyra make Leanor, the only family that they have left from their mothers side fake his death. Like, are you good???

And then they marry each other like the next day ( by the way, the faces of the children during the seen were so genuinely disgusted ) and chose to SEPARATE the two of them.

( and again, in relation to the Velaryons as a whole, that must’ve been such a slap in the face)

And then years later they are back together again and see their father kill another member of their family and denounce their rights and inheritance and they’re like… yay

And honestly the “ chemistry” they try to force between them and the strong boys was so unconvincing. It very much gave “ when your mom forces you to hang out with the weird neighbors kid “ vibes. And honestly it’s such a shitty deal, why should they be happy?

And their supposed admiration for Rhaenyra makes me want to rip my hair out. This woman turned their lives into hell and showed them their fathers true colors.

They turn this whole badass family in a bunch of nonsensical whims that have zero motivation or self respect. It’s so frustrating.

Tbh… and it could be bc I watched the show before reading the book, frankly find the book bad (i don’t understand how the so called book purist wanted a ‘direct’ adaptation of whatever that mess is). The Velaryons as a whole seemed kind of… not bright 😭. And that could be bc the person at the time who ran the house, corlys, is a subpar poltical mind.

In the book rhaena and baela get betrothed to luke and jace at the age of two. They genuinely never stood a chance in either scenario imo. And at every turn it sort seems like the people who are supposed to care for them undermine their happiness.

I think throwing their support in for Rhaenyra in general was a dumb idea started by yeah you guessed it Corlys. He makes wrong moves in the book and the show, and his house essentially falters because of it.

Corlys isn’t a family man, and frankly I don’t think he cares all that much about anything as long as him/his blood are in power. Like most men during that time. He could’ve passed the line through Baela. He says no bc he knows that would call into question Luke’s parentage. Then in turn jace’s parentage, and in turn question Rhaenyra’s actions. Meaning laenor being king consort was a mute point. He doesn’t care about his family’s safety. He proved that multiple times over.

He has another chance to have either Baela or rhaena take over, and instead his bastards (who if we go by the book he has with a literal teenager) get legitimized and take over. Like he quite literally petitioned to Rhaenyra so addam and alyn could be heirs to driftmark.

They are written like pushovers bc frankly that is what they are (in the show and book). Rhaenyra’s cheerleaders and fleet till she, in a state of paranoia, kicks them to the curb. What is the point of being ambitious if you are also foolish 🤷🏽‍♀️

#not even gonna touch the Rhaenys stuff bc y’all know how I feel about her #same with Daemon Rhaenyra and the toxicity that is that relationship #asks and requests #anti corlys velaryon #anti rhaenys targaryen #anti daemon targaryen #anti rhaenyra targaryen #< once again just in case #I could honestly list out every wrong move corlys made in the show and book

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My Favorite Books I Read in 2022

I read a TON of books in 2022- roughly 62, (and 54 separate graphic novels/manga series, but we’ll cover that in another post). You can see them all here- the print books start with Hench.

This was thanks to how I started listening to audiobooks while doing chores/working out in addition to reading, and some downtime at the office where I checked out low effort reads. So I thought it would be fun to just give some very quick overviews of the best books I read this year.

First up is:

This is How You Lose the Time War by Max Gladstone and Amal El-Mohtar

Deliciously lyrical and lovely, this novella tells the story of two dangerous women who are rivals on the opposite side of a war fought through time-travel- they taunt each other through letters and ever-so-slowly fall in love. I failed to finish this when I attempted it a couple years ago, I wasn’t in the best place and while I knew the writing was great, I had a hard time processing all the information. I’m really glad I gave it another shot with the audiobook- the narration is wonderful and drew me right in. I would to each letter and then read it in print, tasting each word again like a drop of sweet, dark syrup. It’s got a wonderful fairy-tale element despite being a sci-fi and the colorful picture it paints of time-travel and the ever shifting identities and forms the characters take on is worth getting lost in.

Spinning Silver by Naomi Novik

I listened to this on audiobook, and it was a great experience. I still have an image in my head of huddling in bed late at night, the narration like a dark, icy wind rattling the windowpane, yet each sentence cradled me and made me feel even cozier under the covers. Based on Polish folklore, the narrative follows a girl who tires of how the villagers spurn and scorn her family for being Jewish moneylenders, so she decides to take matters into her own hands- but her business saavy and talent for multiplying silver catches the attention of some fearful supernatural beings who want to cut a deal. Her story intersects with two other women- one a princess on the run from a demon, one a girl with a family in debt and a cruel father. It’s a sharp and biting fairytale with a lush sense of a setting. I had a few matter-of-my-own-taste quibbles with the ending, but it was a wonderful winter journey.

One Last Stop and I Kissed Shara Wheeler by Casey McQuiston

One Last Stop follows a college girl new to NYC who gets in a romance with a woman who seems to be mysteriously bound to a the subway- and bound to the wrong decade when she should be in the 1970′s! This is a full on mega-cheesy, tooth achingly sweet romance, but for once it’s kinda laser-targets at my gay, awkward self, so I actually really enjoyed it. I wasn’t even bored by the sex scenes and liked reading them, which is unusual for me.

I didn’t enjoy I Kissed Shara Wheeler quite as much, but it’s still worth a mention. The protagonist is a gay girl trying to adjust to existing in a Bible-Belt school, who receives a kiss and a mysterious letter from the supposedly perfect fundie popular girl Shara Wheeler- right before Shara disappears. It’s a YA, and it does a good job capturing what it’s like to be a teen-in-denial of how much they love mess when it comes to love interests, and touches on some of the struggles being queer in the conservative area, while striking down the idea everyone should just move to New York for salvation.

The Deep by Rivers Solomon

This novella tales the tale of Yetu, a member of an undersea race descended from pregnant African women who were thrown off slave ships. She is tasked with carrying the memories and pain of all the generations of her people. It’s an affecting and gut-twisting examination of generational trauma and how one copes with it- is it possible to carry all that agony, or is it best to forget? The narration was a bit dry at times, but it’s a story that stays with you.

I'm Glad My Mom Died by Jeanette McCurdy

Heartbreaking but at times darkly funny, McCurdy’s memoir about her relationship with her abusive mother and struggles with child stardom is worth all the hype, in my opinion. The writing is punchy and the story is told in short vignettes that make for an addicting read/listen. McCurdy does a great job communicating the degrading horror of both familial abuse and exploitative studios, while sardonically highlighting the absurdity the abuse thrives.

Otherside Picnic Vol 7: Funeral of the Moon by Iori Miyazawa

Otherside Picnic truly has my heart. The stories themes of healing from abuse and trauma come to a triumphant crescendo in this volume where Sorawo decides to deal with the Satsuki problem once and for all. It actually inspired me to write a whole article about the themes surrounding trauma, abuse and recovery in this series and how wonderfully they’re handled, which should hopefully be out it couple months!

Nona the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir

Cows. Free Mustache Rides. Barbie. Nona is impossible to spoil. I got even more hype for The Locked Tomb series after re-experiencing the first two installments in the excellent audio books narrated by Moira Quirk, and Tamsyn Muir cracked my brain open all over again. We get to see a little bit more of what life is like outside the Nine Houses in this one. I found it a little more plodding than the previous two, but it’s still a great installment of my current favorite book series. I’m probably going to listen to the audiobook version soon, which considering I only read it a few months ago, that tells you just how much I enjoyed it.

Loveless by Alice Oseman

A YA following a university girl on a journey to realizing she’s aromantic-asexual. Her fears and feelings of alienation drive her to make some bad choices and risk losing what’s really important. This book almost felt too painfully real- I’m not aromantic, but I came to terms with being asexual in college, and struggled in a similar way. I still struggle sometimes. But while the relatability was almost painful, I felt a deep kinship with this book, and these messy, silly teens and their messy, beautiful friendships. Asexuality is still so rarely talked about and represented that I’m really glad this is out there.

The Honeys by Ryan La Sala

A haunting YA horror, the story follows Mars, a genderfluid kid who was chased out of a fancy rich-kid summer camp that enforces a strict gender binary. His sister remained at the camp and hung out with a group of beautiful, popular girls nicknamed the Honeys. After she ends up dead under suspicious circumstances, Mars goes back to camp to find the truth, but now he himself is hunted. With spooky and visceral prose, some pointed and well deployed social commentary, and an A+ atmosphere, this was a great October read.

The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid

I’d been stinging from disappointment from some books I’d been anticipating but found myself trudging through at times, so this page-turner was a breath of fresh air. The book is about a woman interviewing a movie star from the golden age of cinema known as Evelyn Hugo, only to find that her life was full of secrets and her seven husbands are far from the most interesting relationship in her life. The prose might be too simple for some, but I think it made sense in the context of a woman narrating her life to someone, and it made it very accessible. I knew the main 'twist' of the story, but there were lots more twists it pulled off well. I appreciate that Evelyn was so flawed, and that the book wasn't afraid to let the reader wrestle with a lot of the bad things she did while still showing areas where she deserved sympathy. There were a lot of parts I wish the book could have gone more in depth with (though in the context of a woman telling her life story, it did make sense she didn't in certain areas) and that the viewpoint character was a little more developed, but overall I really enjoyed this as a quick read.

Norse Mythology By Neil Gaiman

A great primer on Norse myth- there were only a couple of these I knew in detail, with a few other I knew about vaguely, and I found it to be a really entertaining and accessible read. Probably not as useful for a Norse Myth know-it-all, but it did a good job piquing my interest.

Bonus reads- these weren’t quite five stars, but were interesting enough to be worth mentioning!

Library of the Unwritten by A.J. Hackwith

In Hell, there’s a library for unfinished stories. The problem is, the characters sometime escape their stories and cause mayhem. It’s up to Hell’s librarian to wrangle them. This had a killer premise and likeable characters, but I found the narrative a little detached and thought it tried to do a little too much at once. Still definitely worth checking out for fans of stories about stories.

Carmilla by J. Sheridan Le Fanu

I read Dracula this year, but I found the classic lesbian vampire story held together a bit better overall, even if the ending was really anticlimactic. I loved the titular vampire. You can check out my reactions here!

T.J. Powar Has Something to Prove by Jesmeen Kaur Deo

This was a really sweet little YA story about an Indian-American girl dealing with the stigma around her body hair. I did find the debate parts a bit dull though, despite the fact I was in debate in high school

Thistlefoot by GennaRose Nethercott

A story steeped in Jewish folklore where two siblings inherit a Baba Yaga house. I found the middle a bit of a slog (and there were a few characters who didn’t have a real reason to be there) but the ending came together really well.

Hench by Natalie Zina Walschots

A temp worker in the henchmen-for-supervillains business gets injured by a hero, and nursing a grudge, uses her statistics know how to destroy the superheroes in creative ways. Her talent catches the eye of the premiere villain, and she gets in deep. It was a really creative concept and biting look at the gig economy and the world of celebrity, and I enjoyed a lot of it! While the heroes are assholes, the stuff the villains do to them (and especially their families) can get pretty uncomfortable, which I found interesting in a morally-grey way but I did wonder about the weird fixation the book had with kidnapping children. I know it’s a go-to for supervillains, but it’s still weirdly overused. And while I don’t mind body horror, the ending was so fixated on it that I actually had to flip ahead to get through it, it was so repetitive and a little bizarre. Still, it stuck in my head and I’m down for a sequel.

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It was a good year in books and I’m looking forward to the next one!

#year in books #my reviews #books #otherside picnic #this is how you lose the time war #the locked tomb #spinning silver #queer lit #recs #thistlefoot #hench

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iamvegorott · 29 days

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Birthday Planning

Here's a (waaaay too late) birthday gift for @phonenix with some birthday planning for Chase's son that has a bump in the road with Stacey

Birthday Planning

“Is there anything specific, or is it just space in general?” Marvin asked, a tilt to his head as he looked at the vast range of information on the kitchen table. There was a lot of paper with scribbled-down notes and crayon-colored sketches of layout ideas.

“I think it’s just space,” Anti answered. “Lucas has always liked the stars, planets, and everything in between that’s up in the sky.”

“I think they have glowing ceiling stickers we can get him,” Marvin said.

“We could get a pack for the party and an extra pack for him to take to his room.” Anti got excited at the idea.

“I swear you’re more thrilled about this birthday party than Chase is.” Marvin giggled his tease.

“Shut up.” Anti scrunched his nose and looked ready to hiss at Marvin like an annoyed cat.

“But Stace, I told him that-” Chase came into the room, slipping on his jacket while talking on his cell phone at the same time, unaware that Anti and Marvin were in the room with him. “Not to sound like a dick, but you know he hates that place.” He paused mid-pulling his arm through his sleeve and made a face. “I’m not saying that you’re…It’s not an assumption, he literally…Stace, please, he just wants…Stace.” Chase put his hand to his face and rubbed it, jacket finally on but he looked like he wanted to take it off and stay home. “Just say you don’t want me to see him, damn it!” He finally snapped after a long pause of just listening. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“Should we…” Marvin pointed with his thumb, his tone showing he was uncomfortable. He normally was one for gossip and loved being told about everything but even this felt too much for him. Marvin didn’t wait for Anti to respond and walked off.

“You’re right, I shouldn’t have yelled.” Chase sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “I just want this to be perfect for Lucas. I know you’re pissed with me, you have every right to, I’ve fucked up more times than I can count when we were married and I know it’ll take a long time to make up for it. Please don’t upset Lucas because you don’t like me.” Anti clenched his teeth and crossed his arms, foot tapping as he watched with a glare for the person on the other end of the line. “I’ll be over soon, we can talk about this more in person…yeah…bye.” Chase hung up with a sign and flinched when he looked up and saw Anti right in front of him. “Shit man, you scared me. How long have you been there?”

“Stacy doesn’t want the party?” Anti answered by asking his own question.

“She still wants a party, but doesn’t think Lucas would be safe having it here.” Chase scratched his cheek.

“Not safe? He’s been over here before, everyone loves him and he’s probably safer here than most other places in the fucking world.” Anti’s pointed ears twitched with irritation.

“I know, that’s what I’m going to tell her. Once I talk to her, I’m sure it’ll all work out.” Chase gave a confident smile.

“Yeah, sure.” Anti scoffed and rolled his eyes.

x~x~x

“I don’t want to go to that stupid place!” Lucas screamed before storming out of the room.

“Look at what you did!” Stacey snapped at Chase.

“What I did? He’s telling you what he’s been telling you.” Chase said.

“Fucking.” Anti grunted to himself and went after Lucas, heading straight for his room and finding him on his bed, curled up in an angry pout.

“I’m thirteen now, I’m old enough to know what I like and what I want,” Lucas grumbled as Anti sat on the edge of the bed, letting his disguise fade so he looked more like his usual self, something Lucas had requested long ago for him to do when his mother wasn’t around. Stacey didn’t like Anti’s points ears, neck scar, black eyes, and everything else that wasn’t human-like, and sometimes Anti liked to keep the peace or just didn’t feel like listening to her complain about him ‘scaring the children’ and would have them covered around her. Lucas thought he looked cool and hated when he hid himself.

“What do you want?” Anti asked, feeling a little better as Lucas was willing to uncurl a little.

“I want my space party at Dad’s place. I want to see him and you and all the others. Dad’s side is cool and Mom’s side makes me wear a tie that feels like I’m being choked.” Lucas started rubbing at his legs.

“I know someone that always wears ties, don’t know how he does it.” Anti clicked his tongue.

“Thats…Dark, right?” Lucas asked. There were so many names to remember and he was trying his best to get all of them.

“Yep.” Anti popped the p and chuckled. “We’re working on getting that stick out of his ass and making him more fun.” He smiled when that got Lucas to laugh lightly.

“Is he going to be at the party?” Lucas asked.

“Fuck yeah, he is. Everyone you asked for will be there, and most of them are decorating the house as we speak.” Anti watched as Lucas perked up.

“Can we go now? I don’t want to hear Mom and Dad fight anymore.” Lucas asked.

“Anything for the birthday boy.” Anti grinned and snapped his fingers, casually sending himself, Lucas, and Chase back to the House.

“He can visit them la-” Chase stopped when he found himself looking at Marvin instead of his ex-wife. “Anti, you did not.” He said as he turned and saw Anti with his son on the other side of the room.

“Lucas said he wanted to go, and you can’t say no to the birthday boy.” Anti shrugged with the biggest grin on his face.

“Stace is going to lose her sh-her mind.” Chase changed his wording when he remembered Lucas was still with them.

“What’s she going to do about it? Call the cops and be like, ‘a supernatural glitch stole my son’?” Anti laughed at that thought.

“I’m already so grounded. Might as well have fun, right?” Lucas's grin matched Anti’s and Chase couldn’t help but feel a little concerned about that.

But he did have a point.

“Alright, we’ll deal with your mom later.” Chase gave in.

“You’re the best!” Lucas cheered and hugged his dad.

“I got the piñata!” Jackie called as he came into the house.

“That thing is huge!” Lucas said in awe at the star-shaped piñata that, when sat on the ground, went all the way up to the bottom of Jackie’s chest. Chase watched as Lucas rushed over to look at the piñata with Jackie, trying to lift it and laughing when he found that it was too heavy because of all the treats inside.

“I know I shouldn’t have just glitched us away, but he-”

“Thanks.” Chase stopped Anti’s explanation and smiled at him. “Sometimes it’s nice to have someone more chaotic to help make sure Lucas is happy. You’re a good uncle.”

“I try.” Anti softly laughed, blushing slightly at the compliment.

“Since when are you all bashful?” Chase teased with a nudge from his elbow.

“I can hang it up now, and we can start with hitting this thing open,” Jackie suggested.

“Fuck yeah!” Lucas’ excited curse got Chase’s eyes to widen.

“I’m a good uncle,” Anti said before quickly slipping away.

“Antisepticeye!”

#veggie writes #phonenix

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Bring back Tether part 2

Tether and Ashrani were still sitting together when the Portland opened again, and an orange furball rocketed through the portal and slid across the floor into the opposite wall. Ashrani hid behind her interdimensional sister as Tether stood to confront the strange presence.

Tether "wh--Who are you?"

Totes "Urk, that was worse than Caine's teleporting-- I'm Totes. And you must be Tether."

The ferret-person stood up slowly, looming taller than anyone Tether or Ashrani had ever seen. Needless to say, they were both intimidated. In spite of the newcomer's goofy smile.

Tether "h-how do you know my name?"

Totes "Well, it's a long story... one we don't really have time for right now."

Totes then reached for the zipper at the base of their neck, unzipping it to reveal a mostly empty pocket in their chest. It looked big enough to fit a person inside-- which, to Tether's horror, was the plan.

Totes "Alright kid, get in! I'm taking you home marsupial-style!"

Tether: "n-No way!"

Tether backed away from the strange animal, remembering her parents warning about going off with strangers. Besides the general bad vibes, this person reminded them just a bit of Jax between their toothy grin and mammalian appearance. She put on her brave face-- the one that was color-inverted-- and further confronted Totes.

Tether "Why should I trust you-- I've never met you before! Why would my parents send you, of all people?!"

Totes took a moment, smile falling away as they came up with an answer that would prove their intentions.

Totes "Well in truth it wasn't your parents that sent me... it was your best friend, Harley."

Tether "Then I don't-- did you say Harley?"

Tether's expression turned, and in doing so they notices that Tote's had also changed-- their serious expression had a touch of sadness to it.

Totes "Yeah, she's real worried about you. Every one in your server is, by the looks of it. Zooble was a bit too busy beating the [#$ಠ⁠益⁠ಠ!%] out of Caine for porting me in instead of you, so I went ahead and sent myself here. Which sure, maybe not the best idea, but how many servers have people with names that start with T? I have no idea what that chatterbox was thinking--"

Tether "Ok fine-- I believe you."

Tether gave Ashrani a quick goodbye hug and then climbed into the ferret's pouch. Once they were fully inside, Totes zipped the hole closed.

Totes "Ok, get comfortable-- oh, and if you find any chocolate bars in there, don't eat them. It's uh... mushroom-flavored."

Tether "Eww! Why would you have mushroom-flavored chocolate?!"

Totes "Well the flavor isn't really the selling point-- oh, here we go, portals activating! Hold on Tether!"

There was another lurch of teleportation, and once again Totes was standing in front of the same mix of half and full strangers. Kinger's finger was still pressing the recall button.

Kinger "Ah--! Sorry, wanted to see if it worked. Guess I pressed it too soon..."

Cathin "well at least you bring the guy back... but not the child"

Zooble "Where's my child, weasel?"

Gangle "Oh no, did you not find her in time?" Gangle asked, tears welling up from her eyes.

Totes "Relax, your timing was perfect-- and I'm a weasel of my word!"

Totes unzipped their pocket, and inside was Tether-- dazed from the teleportation, but fine.

Tether "h-Hi everyone. I'm really sorry about disappearing like that--"

Harley "TE-TE!"

Totes "Whoa!"

Harley didn't wait for Tether to get out of Totes, tackling both to the ground to hug her friend. Soon Zooble and Gangle joined in, and it became a group hug.

Harley "I'm so, so, SO glad you're ok! We were so worried when you started to abstract!"

Tether "y-You were?"

Gangle "Of course we were-- we love you Tether."

Zooble "You're still grounded... but, I'll count the days you were gone."

The hug may have went on forever, but then Caine hovered over.

Caine "Harley darling, your enthusiasm is delightful-- but it seems to have been a bit much for our new friend!"

They glanced over to Totes who-- between the disorientation of being recalled and the fall-- was out cold.

Harley "Oops... sorry."

Jax "Great, we're stuck with the weasel for a while.”

(totes and this writing is made by @enby-denby, this Collab has come to an end thanks to @spookykittyzzz to be so awesome to made this arc possible and I hope some of you have questions like Harley and Tether know what abstraction is or more things let me know have a nice day)

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ughthisisntright · 10 months

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Puzzles & Pieces | Silco x Reader | Part 2

Summary: Jinx gives you more clues to the Silco puzzle. You realize you have to intervene somehow. You turn to an old friend.

Warnings: General Arcane warnings.

Word Count: 1,672

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Jinx, as eccentric as she was, was nearly just as predictable as the weather patterns in the Undercity. She was promised as the mornings were, booming thunder and striking with lightning whenever she came around. There was never a doubt in anyone’s minds when she came around that she was meant to be the Eye of Zaun’s perfect daughter.

And so, when she came around you, you knew that the perfect way in which she meshed with Silco’s life would help you gather more details about the man you’d come to work for. The man you’d even come to admire.

The rain poured down hard as the young girl led, no dragged you to her workshop. Your feet only betrayed you a few times as she pulled you along. Fortunately her workshop was nearby. Anything to keep her close to her father.

“Okay,” she started with a hint of excitement. “I know you wanted me to give you some stories about Silco, but I have to show you the project I’ve been working on!” She bounded around her desk and all you could see was flashed of her blue hair, metal, and brightly colored chalk. She appeared to be drawing something.

“Well, you know I’m always up for seeing new things, Jinx,” you offered her a smile as she approached you with her hands behind her back.

“Ready?” She said with a grin.

“Ready.” Your smile never faltered, holding her gaze as she revealed what looked like a scale model of an airship. It had a crude drawing of a monkey on the side and her name signed on the side. That must have been what she was drawing. “What’s this for?”

She beamed and placed it down in your hands before scampering over to the other side of her workspace. She produced some blueprints.

“I stole the blueprints on how to make one of these things,” she explained. “Silco wants me to make one so we have some kind of arsenal against Topside! This one will be filled with my bombs. All set to trip if someone steps on the airship who isn’t supposed to be there-”

“Jinx,” you said softly. “Why would your father want to bolster our weaponry?” She gave you a funny look.

“Don’t you know?” She tilted her head. As you shook yours, she grinned again.

“He’s trying to free us!”

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Your mind whirled and thundered with this new information. Silco was planning a revolution? You knew he was a revolutionary back when he was younger but you’d never considered he still had the same blood running through his veins at his age. You admired the idea of being free from Piltover, but the way in which he seemed to want to go about it was all wrong.

You had spent the afternoon with Jinx talking about this vision he had. Sure, you knew about his dream of an independent Zaun and the plans laid on the surface for how to achieve it. But now that you knew his true plan, you grew worried. And still, that ache in your chest perplexed you whenever you felt it.

“He always told me that you must be prepared to stop at nothing to become what your enemy fears,” Jinx had explained. “To do anything and everything to achieve real power.”

“But, won’t plunging Piltover and Zaun into war make things worse for us? Give them more reasons to push us down?” You had been trying your hardest to remain as neutral as you could. You just weren’t sure how to react to all of this.

“He says that these things are necessary for a change like this to happen,” she shrugged and turned back to her work. You quietly excused yourself after some more lighthearted small talk that Jinx was more than happy to participate in. You had to get upstairs and plan.

You simply wouldn’t let him hurl the city into war.

When you returned to Silco’s office, Sevika was stepping out with an irritated look on her face. She gave you a hard glare before huffing off down the stairs. You took the opportunity to walk back in and take your seat at your desk.

Silco never acknowledged you. It was as if what happened before you left was just in his imagination as he stared down at the papers in front of him. Did he ever take a real break?

Hours more went by in silence, the two of you pouring into your work as the day dragged onward. You were spreading your time between filing things away as usual and devising a plan to help Silco achieve his goal without war. And you think you had it down.

The sound of him clearing his throat pulled you from your thoughts. He was standing by his beverage cart, pouring himself a whiskey. You looked back at his lanky figure and watched him pour the liquor with ease. You felt that same bit of satisfaction from before when he’d drank your cheap substitute. You had replaced the whiskey with his preferred brand since your research was complete. And once he took a sip without question, your hypothesis was confirmed - he really didn’t know the difference.

“You seem to be lost,” Silco hummed as he finished his sip. “You’re staring again.”

You shook your head and stood, walking to the wet bar and taking the whiskey from his hand.

“Not lost,” you said with a smile. “Just… Looking.” He eyed you up and down before taking another sip.

“Where did you go earlier?” How do you even tell him you were with his daughter?

“I was with Jinx,” you said softly. “She was showing me something she’d been working on. You should have seen her face, she was so excited.” You gave him a smile and wiped up some condensation off the top of the bar.

“Oh?” His curiosity had been piqued. “And why did she show you?”

“We’ve been growing closer, sir, it’s only natural.” The narrowing of his eyes showed he didn’t believe you, but you weren’t even going to try and waste your breath convincing him. That would surely fuel his doubts more. You simply smiled a little wider and turned to walk back to your desk.

Until you felt a hand on your wrist, gripping firmly.

You turned and looked up at Silco whose face had hardened and he was studying you with that one gorgeous eye. The pounding in your chest resembled the rain that poured down outside - unceasing and obvious. He drew you in closer, his hand running up your forearm and then over your elbow. His fingers traced over your bicep and curled around your shoulder. You fought the shiver that ran down your spine and simply stared into his eyes, lips parted, and breathing becoming a touch heavier.

He took hold of the collar of your shirt between two of his slender fingers, rubbing it between them, before tracing lightly down to the first button you had buttoned. Bold, you thought. Your fingers twitched at your sides. You weren’t sure what to do with him staring you down like this. But you knew you didn’t mind it.

Then you recalled a particularly intimate moment the two of you had shared months ago. You’d mindlessly ran your hands down his chest and he’d actually sighed. A content sigh. So, just like back then, you placed one hand gingerly over his vested chest. You slid it slowly down the front of his body and stopped when you heard his breath hitch. Looking up at him again, you felt a surge of empowerment.

He set his glass of whiskey down and used his free hand to encircle your waist. He pulled you closer to him, looking all over your face for any signs of protest. He leaned a little closer, his own lips parted as he grew ever closer to yours. You let him close in on you and placed your other hand on his shoulder, the other still against his chest. He was so close, you could smell the whiskey on his breath and cologne on his neck. You were inches apart, just close enough to where if one of you leaned a hair more, you’d have your lips pressed together.

And just when he was about to do exactly that, he leaned in close to your ear and spoke in a low tone.

“Don’t make me regret hiring you, child,” he spoke directly against your ear, drawing your head against his and growling the words. He released you slowly as you nodded your head in silence. You watched as he picked up his glass and took another sip.

When he moved to release you, you took a couple of steps back. He smirked down at you before turning to step to the window. He looked out at the rain and the puddles it formed on the streets, all while there was a storm brewing inside as well.

You sank down into your chair when you’d finally stumbled back over to your desk. You swallowed hard and stared at his back while you regained your composure. You shook your head slightly before looking down at the paper in front of you. You’d been mapping out how to free the Undercity peacefully. It wouldn’t be long before tensions became too high and Silco decided enough was enough. He’d been patient for many years before this. You were sure it wouldn’t take much now.

You stared at the list you’d written for your plan. You trusted Silco as a leader, but you didn’t trust Piltover to fight fair and clean. You had to intervene, even if you were just a secretary. You scanned the page and your eyes fell to the list of people you knew that could be of some assistance. One name was written with several circles drawn around it; the catalyst to your plan, the one person who you knew could help prevent war between these two cities:

Jayce Talis.

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adridoesstuff · 1 year

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Comparing Elisabeth's costumes in the Vienna productions of Elisabeth das musical (Act 2)

Part 1 can be found here. Once again, I'm comparing the original/1st revival design of Elisabeth by Reinhard Heinrich (lower referred to as the Heinrich design) and the 2nd revival design by Yan Tax (lower referred to as the Tax design).

Hungarian coronation gown

Heinrich version: White satin bodice with puffed sleeves and red velvet stomacher, decorated with silver lamé bows, gold trims and beading. White satin skirt with white lace ruffles and triangular silver lamé insets. Now, this costume was designed back when we didn't have Wenn ich tanzen will permanently in Elisabeth, so the audience only saw it in Éljen, which aguably originally gave it very little stage time. But I like how it has the same general vibe and shape as the original dress, but they made it their own by changing up the colors. And the way it mirrors her Shatten dress from Act 1 with the cut and the lamé inserts in the skirt but it's lighter and more refined is amazing. But once they included Wenn ich tanzen will in the 1st revival, this dress did look like it could use more grandeur. On the other hand, I do like that in 1st revival Wenn ich tanzen will, Elisabeth is in opposing colors to Der Tod's colors (white/red to black/blue).

Tax version: Royal blue satin bodice with cream puffed sleeves and white satin stomacher, decorated with white bows, lace sewn into the princess seams and faux pearl string lacing. Cream skirt with gold lace sewn on and a gold lace apron. This is gorgeous. This costume looks like it stepped right out of the historical photos. That blue is gorgeous, the choice of lace and decoration is just right (especially that scalloped lace inserted into the princess seams) and the sheer level of fluff is perfection. The only nitpicks I have is that I'm not a big fan of most of the jewelry sets they combine with this costume and that they absolutely butchered this costume when Roberta Valentini played Elisabeth.

Which is better? This might come as a surprise, but I will go ahead and say the Tax version! I like the Heinrich version as well, but the Tax one is just so gorgeous. The Heinrich version does show that originally, this costume wasn't supposed to play such a big part as is does now.

Insane asylum dress:

Heinrich version: Dark blue striped satin longsleeved bodice and bustled skirt with front buttons and white puffed undersleeves. Accessorized with a black veiled hat, white lace collar, white neckbow and white gloves. This dress is so elegant while also very visibly being daywear. I like the choice of color, since with the next costumes, her costumes just get progressively darker, showing her descent into depression. And the white accents are a nice remenant of her previous white dress.

Tax version: Coppery orange/yellow duochrome longsleeved bodice with front buttons and bustled skirt with duochrome purple/blue trimmings and details. The skirt has two draped apron layers, a strip of honeycomb smocking and a yellow-ish cream ruffle as trim. Accessorized with matching hat with a brown netting overlay, a golden brooch and earrings and a pair of orange leather gloves. This dress is just too busy to look at with a million different textures. The duochrome fabric is also a rather unlucky choice of material since it shows every single wrinkle if it isn't sewn right. Also, the color choice here makes no sense to me storytelling-wise and if you take into account, that they decided to light this scene in blue, she just looks super washed out. And I hate the hat they gave her here, because it literally doesn't match the costume.

Which is better? Heinrich takes it again. This costume is much better both visually and story-wise. The Tax one looks like there were too many ideas put into it and it just clashes so much.

Die Maladie:

Heinrich version: Dark blue/violet skirted jacket with front button closure, slightly puffed elbow length sleeves and a standing collar. Matching knee length breeches and black boots. Love the pants for a scene where she is supposed to have fainted while excercising! (We actually do have a pair of extant workout pants owned by Elisabeth, but they are more formfitting.) And the cut of the jacket looks a lot like the cut of Death's original 1992 jacket, which is a smart choice considering this is a moment where Elisabeth explicitly expresses an intent on ending her life, thus, bringing her closer to Death. Also, just the feminist sentiment of her getting to wear trousers for a scene where she definitely once and for asserts her dominance over her life choices is a great choice.

Tax version: lilac robe with bell sleeves and black lace striped decorations worn over a white nightgown (?). I wholeheartedly despise this costume. It doesn't give me any storytelling, it makes no sense within any context, it doesn't look like anything from this period of Elisabeth's life (the cut is almost looks like some weird mashup of Empire and Belle Epoque), and it just generally looks ugly. I don't understand at all why it's lilac and the black lace creates too much of a contrast and there is too much of it. And it features that sorry excuse for a necklace made out of rhinestones and felt.

Which is better? Heinrich completely won me over with the trousers. Plus, this is, in my opinion, one of the worst costumes from the Tax design.

Rastlose Jahre

Heinrich design: Black fitted bodice with a standing lace collar, slightly puffed sleeves and see through pleated detail over the chest. The bottom part of the bodice is out of satin and is made to look like an underbust corset and the bodice and sleeves are loosely decorated with sequins. This dress is gorgeous. It's both stark and sharp, yet gentle and vulnerable at the same time. That see through pleating is so gorgeous, kind of reminding me of the way her bertha collars were placed back on her Act 1 costumes, but, by making it incorporated into the middle of this high collared dress and see through, it's like a distant memory of her past she can't let go of.

Tax design: Black satin bodice with long sleeves with cuffs decorated with lace ruffles and bows. Black satin bustle skirt with asymmetrical draping and pleating, trimmed with a black/purple trim on the drapes. Accessorized with black leather gloves and a black velvet hat. I don't like the hat, but other than that, I don't mind this costume. It's a nice take on a bustle dress, the trimmings are interesting, but I am not really a fan of the asymmetry going on in the skirt.

Which is better? I would call this a tie, but I do lean a bit more towards Heinrich's design, so I'm giving it to the older version again. It just feels much more poetic and fitting for this period within the story.

Wie Du (reprise)

Heinrich design: White/light blue robe with flat scalloped lace collar and close-fitting long sleeves. Love the choice of light blue undertones as a mirror to her childhood dress in Wie Du in Act 1, but now, we get the colors on a much more fitted silhouette, showing us the maturity she has compared to the first Wie Du scene. I like the hair being a blend of both her younger and more mature hairstyles

Tax design: White satin dress with pagoda sleeves trimmed with white ribbons and blue/violet fringe. I don't like the choice of satin here, since it looks a tad bit too shiny and also am not a fan of the cut, since it makes her look a tad too dowdy. Also not a fan of the hair they gave her here, along with the very overdone old age makeup.

Which is better? Heinrich takes it again. His design is once again much more aesthetically pleasing to me.

Mourning dress

Heinrich design: The same dress as in Rastlose Jahre, but worn with a black tulle veil. Still love it here and the veil matches well with it. Also, I just noticed that with the inclusion of the vine on Elisabeth's costumes, the vine is made out of the same material and is almost lost on some of her clothes (especially those from periods of her life where she is most content) but it gets gets more prominent and noticeable on costumes from periods of her life where she desires/idolizes Death. Love, love, love the vine motif Heinrich came up with forever.

Tax design: Crushed black velvet dress/coat with cuffs trimmed lace ruffles and a fur/feather collar. This is the state this costume appeared in in the 2nd Vienna revival, but they did reuse the Rastlose Jahre dress for the end of the show from the following tour onwards (at least from what I saw in promo pictures). Not a big fan of this, since I hate the look of crushed velvet, even though the cuffs and collar are nice.

Which is better? Heinrich once again. The Tax design dress once again gave me a whole lot of nothing.

Conclusion: VBW made the wrong choice when they chose to scrap the Heinrich costumes, which just created such a beautiful poetic universe all on their own and replaced them with the vevry very generic Tax costumes. So, if I could say something to someone from VBW, it would be: either bring back the Heinrich design or comission a new set of costume designs that will restore some of the artistic finesse the Heinrich design had.

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