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ghouljams · 8 months

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Viking soap! Viking soap! Viking soap!

Grrrrrrrr Yes ok yes because I am feral for this idea and you're partially engaging a special interest of mine.

You spot him at the same moment he does you. A flash of blue eyes reflecting the shallow river, long hair shorn short on the sides, the fur the edges his clothes marks him as easily as the paint on his face. A viking. He stands as quickly as you step back, his eyes fixed on you. If he's here there must be more at your village. You know well enough that these men don't travel as solitary creatures.

You turn and run towards your home. You hear the crash of him through the forest behind you giving chase. Even knowing the land as well as you do the terrain is uneven, the roots are made to catch your feet, and the branches are low to obscure your vision. You don't have the deer's advantage of darting movement to keep you out of reach. Each step you can hear him getting closer, until you feel his hands grab you.

The man, the viking, catches you around your middle. You kick and scream and make every effort to batter him with your fists, to make yourself difficult prey. You've heard enough stories about what these men do to know you want no part of it. He lifts you, hauls you up off the ground as you fight and twist.

"Would you be still, I'm not going to hurt you," The man tells you in gaelic. You freeze at the familiar tongue.

"You're a liar," You push at him, claw at his grip, "why would you chase me if you weren't hunting me?"

"Why would you run?" He asks, grabbing your wrists to pin them against his chest. You glare at him, your chest heaving as you gather your breath back. He's handsome, for a viking. There's something sort of rakish about the stubble on his face and the set of his brow. "Did I do something to scare you, bonnie?" It's not an honest question, he knows full well why you'd run.

You keep quiet, keep your glare level with him. An easy task with him holding you up, his arm hooked around your thighs. His head tips back to look at you with a smile. "Aren't you pretty," He whispers, hardly phased by the run or your anger. When you don't respond he seems to find his head again, his smile dropping to something more serious.

"Fine, courting later, business now." He sets you back down, keeping a tight grip on your wrists now that you've proven yourself a runner. "I'm here to negotiate a trade, I need an escort," He explains, though you would think a man needing an escort would have a shorter handle on the ax at his hip.

"A bad liar," You amend your previous statement, tugging at his hold.

"Fine," He relents, "I want an escort. Escort me." He insists, tugging you against his chest again. You're really getting tired of bumping into him.

"Why? So you can lead a raiding party back as soon as I turn around?" You spit.

“To what end?” The viking asks, tips his head to the side, his eyes hard on you, “What use do we have for dead healers?”

You stop your struggling, stunned. He’s not wrong, but he speaks to an understanding of your village you hadn’t expected. How much did this man and his company know about you? How many scouts had walked your paths, watched your neighbors work? He’s right, dead healers are useless, but so are port healers. Vikings are only as strong as their weakest man, wouldn’t they prefer to keep healers on hand?

“You said-” You swallow, “You said you were here to negotiate a trade. What- A trade for what?” He looks away from you, and you have your answer. You were right to run, he’s here for one of you.

“Let’s go,” He doesn’t pull you, but you follow him anyway. Your mind races, thinking through the people your elders would offer up. Who was the most skilled, the most expendable, weighing what you might get in return. What couldn’t these vikings offer you? Safety, rare goods, money, animals, friendship. Invaluable intangible things that would aid all of you, for whatever price they set. It’s still only the illusion of a choice.

Your wrist is still held tight in his grip as you walk beside him. An escort, what a joke. You’re not going to put in a good word for him or do anything more than act as a pass for him to walk your streets. You’re busy working on your escape plan when you smell it.

Smoke, just as you step clear of the forest.

"Gods," the man breathes, both of you standing on top of the hill at the edge of the forest, watching your home burn. Your eyes grow wide watching the fleeing shadows of raiders, the sacrifices of you kin. What are they doing? Why would they- A mass of fire belches from the center of your village, the man covers your eyes, shields you from the heat of it with his cloak. The tattered tartan catches your attention, makes your heart pound in your chest. You recognize it, Mactavish. He was one of you.

"We have to go," He tells you. You try to pull yourself free, scream for your family down the hill. He catches you around the middle again, hauls you back into the safety of the forest.

"Tell them to stop," you beg. Your sobbing pleas fall on deaf ears.

“Those aren’t my men,” He doesn’t set you down, transfers your squirming to his shoulder with a grunt and keeps his pace. You can still see the lick of flame and smoke through the trees. The only home you’ve ever known, gone in an instant and all you can do is watch. The forest grows thicker around you as you lay against the familiar unfamiliar tartan and let yourself be carried off like a spoil.

#I'm gonna close the ask box if y'all keep giving me aus #Just so you know this would be a slow burn like Knight Ghost #but I have a few scenes in mind #john mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish #soap modern warfare #soap cod #soap mw2 #soap x you #soap x reader #john mactavish #john mactavish x you #cod x reader #x reader #this fic brought to you by De Selby parts 1 and 2 #viking!soap #I should rename my medieval to just historic

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voltronisanobsession · 7 months

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Hello! Could you do Percy pinning after another Demi-god?

Percy Pinning Over Reader

Hiiii!! Percy pinning over someone in my opinion is just a really cute concept 😍

also guys I’m going to try and respond to the asks in my inbox, I have some free time now that it’s the weekend😜🔥🔥

He would the definition of puppy love

When he first sees reader at camp half blood, it’s like his entire world quite literally stopped

Heart eyes, blushing a little when you introduce yourself, Percy is absolutely SMITTEN for you

Omg he would be SO nervous around you for while

Like Percy’s fumbling over his words and making the WORST awkward jokes known to existence

He would try to be smooth when talking to you but he just gets too nervous to even finish his sentence

He would totally over explain a joke or saracastic comment he made when you’re around

He doesn’t want you to think his jokes suck ok💔

He’s always pairing up with you during games and training at camp since he likes being around you

It’s moments like those where he can act normally, making small jokes and being able to talk comfortably with you since there aren’t a bunch of people looking at you guys

His crush on you is super obvious but you just think he really wants to be you’re friend (but you do want to believe there’s something else)

Now the actual pining part

I feel like he would try and keep his distance from you because of how chaotic his life is

This dude goes years with his life being in danger every single time

The last thing he would want is to drag his crush head first into danger which is why he manages to keep some distance from you

Like come on guys, if Percy gave himself the big push something could totally happen between y’all

But he believes that with everyone basically out to get his head, he doesn’t deserve something as normal as being in a relationship

So he forces himself to stay behind that thin line of being just friends and something more

Forces himself to watch as you continue your life while he continues his

Forced to watch from a distance as you flourish over time

Like as much as it breaks him to see other people show romantic interest in you, he can’t bring himself to admit his feelings for you

Grover has caught him staring at you longingly multiple times and he’s starting to lowkey feel bad for him at this point😭😭

He would try hyping Percy up, to push him to finally make the game changing move

“Come on Percy! You can’t just stare at them forever!”

“I can sure try.”

You’re gonna have to tell them how you feel eventually.”

“And have them laugh in my face? Yeah right.”

Like Percy is clueless to your own pining as well, he’s too busy moping around to see you always looking towards his direction, almost like you’re waiting for him to come up to you

If he’s ever going to get out of the pining phase of your relationship, I think you would have to make the first move on him

He would be SO HAPPY if you did, he’s just so concerned about putting you in danger if you’re with him

As long as you reassure him that this is something you want, you really want, then he’s all down

This dude is super giddy and happy now the he won’t have to look at you from a distance anymore😭😭😭

Yeah for the most part, his pining could lead to two different scenarios

One where you make the move on him and start a relationship, or one where his pining turns to unrequited love

#pjo x reader #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x you #percy jackson and the olympians x reader #pjo headcanons #pjo #Percy jackson #Percy jackson headcanons #percy pjo #x reader #headcanons #percy jackon and the olympians

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darkdemeter · 29 days

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LITTLE RED RIDING PHASES COLLECTION #3/8

— WANDA MAXIMOFF COLUMN (ONESHOT)

Wanda Maximoff x Werewolf! GN/Female/Male Reader

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Just a red riding hood retelling. Kinda. A bit more kinky...

SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI — MxF version pairing — FxF version pairing — unprotected sex — P in V sex — profanity — pet names "Lamb", "Sweetheart", "Hon", "Baby", etc — (male) reader receiving — slight possessive reader — Hydra agent! reader — enemies/lovers — I think that's it?

| SUMMARY |

Wanda is sent on a mission to recover data about Hydra's next big operation. However, she'll meet the guard dog of the information she needs. Lucky for her, red happens to be a very eye-catching colour, and for the price of indulgence, you let her have her data.

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III. Never seek to engage the attention of a wolf, be it in the calm amidst its frenzy or the horrors of its territorial obsession. For the lamb is incapable of warding off a hungry beast bound by its insatiable hunger and lust for violence. And wearing a tolling bell around one’s neck only attracts the monster.

Funny, how a golden bell is now adapted into a short, red dress.

“Alright, Wanda. Just focus on your target, get the data and get out of there.” Natasha sounds urgent now, unlike before. She’d been calm before. Something’s changed in her tone, it’s beset by rising panic.

Wanda can’t help but be drawn into the whirlpool of fear herself. Her eyes dart around the lavish hall, eyeing each of the guests as if any one of them would engage her with a gun to her head or a knife to her gut. In reality, that possibility can very well happen.

“And whatever you do, stay away from—” Natasha’s cut out, the connection severed, a hand encircles around Wanda’s bare wrist.

“Care for a dance, little Lamb?” You spin her to face you. She’s dragged into the iron grip you possess, she’s powerless to the violent glow of amber. You watch her intently like a wolf on the hunt, lured in by the weakened state of your prey. A lone and lost lamb sent into the den of her enemy. A delightful treat.

Wanda stares upwards and right into the pressing stare you share, sharpened canines primed to tear into her, images of what someone - something - like you could do to her in the blink of an eye. And what she hates most of all is how complacent she is in your embrace, and how quickly she shrinks from escape, her bravery discouraged.

You lead her across the floor, entrapped in a dance, pinning her to you with no chance of running from you. Not that she’d get very far. The rhythm is paced stiffly, leaving her to rely on you to take the lead.

You twirl her, grasp firmly on her before you draw her back into you. “Quite the alluring dress. I’ve noticed quite a few eyes on you tonight,” you chuckle, “mine included.”

“I hadn’t noticed,” she answers, voice soft and silken with her accent.

You click your tongue, scoldingly. “It’s wise to always be aware of what’s happening around you, Lamb.” Your tone drifts further into a darker undertone, words alluding to sinister intentions. “Else you will never see the beast that stalks behind.”

“I’ll take that into consideration.” She tries to move, to free herself, but you don’t loosen your hold of her. Your hand remains on the small of her back, lips pulled into a wolfish grin, eyes laced with lustful hunger.

“Why the rush? Scared of me?”

“M-maybe,” she gulps in truth, “as you said, I should be wary of what goes on around me. I know this story very well.”

You cock your head to the side a little, interest peaked by the risen curve of your brow. “Oh? Do regale me.”

“Loved ones advise her to not engage with the wolf. To keep her head and path straight for her Grandmother’s home.”

“Unless she was served to the wolf on a platter,” you interject sharply just as you dip her, her spine curves back into the support of your arm, her green eyes flash with a mixture of intrigue and terror. How the sight of her beneath you arouses you, your core stirring with the familiar tingle of desire.

“But that’s not how the story goes.” She reprimands you behind the daggered end of a glare, eyes scornful in your offset course as you both encircle one another, bodies practically melded together and hands locked and bound to each other.

You spin her again, leading her forward from behind. “The story serves as a cautionary tale only. Many have disregarded the warning labels and found their way off the path. But I myself, as a wolf, don’t waste time about it. I want you, little Lamb, not the gut full of rocks in the end.”

“And I want the data.” She’s upfront about it and you’ll applaud her for that. The amber hue of your eyes strikes a cold, mysterious flame to dwindle in her core and she finds her heart rate quickening.

“And you wouldn’t make it three feet into the office. Not without someone like me getting you there.”

“Why help me?” she huffs with a quizzical, narrowed gaze.

“The better.”

None had so much as batted an eye in the wake of your saunter, Wanda practically glued to your side the entire time, a few of the guards snickering and mumbling to themselves. Wanda tried to strain her ears to overhear their silent glimpses and hidden, murmuring smirks to no avail. Whatever it was, it sure made your chest puff out with pride.

Down the hall, Wanda sees the doors of the office open under the command of your whim, gesturing to her to venture inside the dimly lit room.

Her eyes find yours, gaze bearing the resemblance of her hesitance.

“Well?” you say with a raised brow. Humming softly and affirmatively, she steps a heeled foot and crosses the threshold and immediately, she feels the air shift. No longer haunted by the eerie, warm glow of the hallway, now her skin is caressed by the looming darkness and its shadowy presence that grazes over her shoulder and moves towards the desk.

She follows you and then stops, still caught in the reverie of her disbelief as you tap away at the locked case that opens to reveal a laptop. The encrypted data, kept under strict guard, now rests open for her.

There has to be a catch. Her stare says as much with scrutiny, only you lay your palms flat in surrender.

“The data is all there for you to collect. No tricks, none of that.” Is it wise to believe you? Wanda is caught between a rock and a hard place either way.

To entertain or obey, she steps forward, retrieving from the slip inside her dress between her breasts, she brings to light the usb drive. Your eyes roll between the action and device, whistling lowly to yourself.

Wanda has to ignore the way her skin grows hot and flushed under your eyes that watch her. Bending low, she inserts the drive in and begins to download the data and provides you with a more than satisfying view from behind. You hear her sighing quietly to herself when a red, transparent box indicating an error flashes onto the screen. Of course the security system would be triggered.

“No tricks, huh?” she chastises with a huff only to feel the heated scape of your front bend, stretching over her beck as you lean forward, long arms caging her below you. She watches silently, tongue darting out between her lips as she admires your fingers work nimbly and precisely against the keys, overriding the error and allowing the drive to continue downloading.

“Protection. I’m sure you understand.”

FEMALE

“Looks like that download will take a while,” you remark coolly. Wanda now lacks the pressure of your stature, breasts pushed firmly against her back she is left both disappointed and relieved. Her eyes remain trained on the laptop screen despite the sixth sense that your eyes watch her intently, or rather, the lovely view she provides from behind.

It’s hard to explain to her rational mind but there’s something about you that creeps Wanda with a prickling notion that no matter what, the trail of your gaze never seems to leave her; at least not for long. Your words circle back into her mind. The mention that many eyes had been on her tonight, yours included, she wonders if the wolf has become animalistically smitten with her. Bewitched by her little red dress.

Curious of where exactly you lingered, she turns her sights behind her, following the way you peer down at her, about a foot or so from her, she turns to face you.

“Something you like, Wolf?” She doesn’t grasp the identity of this newfound courage, incapable of finding its unknown source. All she does know is that her question has piqued your interest and engaged your merriment.

“Maybe,” you answer smoothly with a click of your tongue that runs the lap over your teeth. A temptress that you want to devour whole heartedly, to satiate your wolfish appetite.

Hands musing into the slit of your pant pockets, you bask silently at the sight of her, her form arching ever so slightly backwards and resting her weight in her arms. The familiar threading of tightness of your core is enough to alert you to your blooming desire.

You saunter towards her, almost stalking over to her, she watches you as her eyes travel up and down.

“You ever been with another girl before, Sweetheart?”

Biting down into her lip, she shakes her head and her chin dips low, hiding her flustered visage. “You wanna try it?”

A very bold move on your part. You’ve trapped her against the desk, arms caging her on either side she feels her breath become locked in her lungs. A very tempting offer you give her, but one she is unsure about, her lips part to form the words only to fall silent.

“Don’t worry, little Lamb. You’re in very good hands, I promise. Think about it like this: I'm all the better to please you...”

Your lips blaze a flaming trail along her neck and collarbone, each planted seed of lust leaves a shivering breath in its wake. Wanda lets you slip onto your knees and sensing what exactly you’re getting at, she leans further back, practically sitting on the desk as you saddle between her legs. Your teeth nip and graze, lips caressing softly the soft tissue of her inner thighs until her hand strikes out, latching hold of any amount of your hair she can grab.

“Shh,” you usher with a whisper, “fuck, you smell delicious.” Your breath is hot, far too hot, it sears her wanting core, her thong already soaked beyond any reconciliation that it may dry shortly.

Your tongue laps at her through the dark fabric, suckling on it to taste her juices that stain them and you groan deeply, the sound that of a feral animal.

Her hand in your hair grips tighter and tugs at your roots.

She whimpers as you dance your tongue, teasing her folds through her tongue before using the very muscle to push aside the flimsy, damp fabric and trace the moist slit of her clenching pussy. Moaning softly, her hips thrust forward.

The ribbony tug of her core enlightens her, bringing about an airy flow to what she feels, her head leans back and her legs open wider for you, your hands snake around the seam of dress and skin and pull her in that little bit closer.

“M-more! Please, more!” she exhales loudly, breathlessly. You slide your tongue between her folds, massaging her spongy walls that pulse around it, her mewls and voice growing weaker and more feral with each lashing you inflict in her cunt. Clearly, her first time is one she’ll remember. Nuzzling the upper flat of your tongue presses to her clit and soothes it, rolling and dragging, she all but lurches forward slightly at the brink of her orgasm.

“Fuck– fuck! I’m cumming!”

She mutters a thousand more curses that sound like wistful prayers to your ears, hungrily devouring her release with a guttural moan that shakes the foundation of her final resolve. She barely catches herself slipping further back across the desk, the case and laptop at this point a forgotten element.

Pulling your head away - after thoroughly cleaning her slick, satisfied pussy - you stand tall and straight, looming over her like a dark, stormy cloud. The brilliance of her green eyes is shrouded in the darkness of your shadow, but the same hunger for more ever resides presently.

Your hand soon replaces the loss of your mouth and she caves to your will, splayed out for your touch to sate her newfound desire.

“I want more… that was…”

“Exquisite?” you chime with a hum and she nods. No other word can possibly describe it so perfectly. She feels your long, toned fingers rub her up and down, smearing what little juices you left behind and toying with her delicate pearl, arousal buzzes to life at the mere grazing of your thumb.

You’re closer to her now, the scent of your powerful cologne overpowers her senses, drowning her with fulfilling contentment. Hands grappling hold of your arms, she claws her way deeply that you’re quite impressed with the level of strength she possesses.

Slowly, you insert two fingers and curl and she buckles under the pressure. A scream is halfway tearing through her throat but she bites into her lip to keep the volume minimal.

“Going to keep quiet, huh?” you tease and unfurl your fingers before repeating the pattern over and over, each time, going deeper. “Don’t want the guards out there hearing what I’m doing to you?”

She doesn’t answer, unsure if this is a trick question or not, but she can’t find it within herself to further embarrass herself.

You insert a third and watch her watch contort. She whimpers, the sound ringing in your ears like a humming whistle, she rolls her hips in great desperation whilst your thumb firmly circles her clit, feeling the sensitive heat from her core.

“Such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” The line of your lips caress the structure of her temple, her eyes scrunch closed. Her mouth falls agape.

“W-Wolf…” Her sigh is a breath of fresh air to the clarity of your insane mind. You thrust your fingers harder and faster, the squelch of her cunt and the filthy sounds of her voice fill the room’s void with something beautiful. A harmonic symphony you’re drawn to, committing it to memory for now.

“Yeah, Lamb?”

“I– shit, oh my— I’m gonna…”

You hum in approval and with a few more powerful thrusts, the walls of her cunt shrink around your fingers in a fight to keep you. Letting her ride out her orgasm on your fingers, she moves erratically until she stops, panting heavily and her shoulders shoving down.

“Good, little Lamb,” you praise gently, “Good girl.”

Lips hovering against each other, the gap is sealed with a heated kiss, tongues weaving in post-euphoria passion that can easily set the world ablaze.

Who knew that fucking your enemy could be so thrilling?

“What about you?” she asks, voice still shaken. “The drive is almost done. Let’s just say… you’ll owe me a little something next time.”

“How do you know if we’ll meet again?”

You flash her a cheeky wink. “I have my ways, Lamb.”

MALE

“Looks like that download will take a while,” you remark coolly. Your chest leaves the warmed crest of her back, leaving Wanda unbearably cold and wanting. She almost shivers at the loss of contact. She hears you shuffle back and although she initially tries to ignore the way your eyes linger on her, coasting over the view she’s now conscious of giving you, she freezes.

Her lips part with a silent, suppressed moan at the noise from behind, your groan deep and husky and laced with desire. She dares to take a peek over her shoulder, following the length of her still bent body until her eyes find yours, seeing you seated in one of the mahogany leather chairs opposing the desk.

Clearly, you were enjoying the curve of her arse and the lacy thong that’s now soaked with her arousal. She turns to face you now, arms pressed back and her hands grip the desk’s edge, crossing one ankle over the other, you take in the exposure of her shapely legs before the cut off of the dress that rides across the high of her thighs.

For a moment that carries far too long to not be labelled as eternity, you both just stare at each other in silence, a thick air of tension traces the distance between you both, sharing looks of deep, dark-rooted wanton for the other.

You pat your thigh expectantly, legs spread with the uncaring nature of your growing bulge that’s restrained by the confines of your dress pants. It's a command. Not a request. Directed by the cause of that mystique, she’s drawn to you like a moth to the flame, she saunters towards you with a gentle slander of her heels that rap over the floorboards one at a time.

All the while, you scan her up and down until she stands between your legs.

“My, my, the little Lamb can’t help but be allured by the Wolf,” you chuckle darkly. Biting deep into the plump flesh of her lip, she shakes her head and her chin bows.

“No…”

Despite your invitation, she lowers to her knees, resting back on her legs as her hands run up the length of black fabric and towards your belt. Your throat contorts with an amused hum, brow quirked with analysis to her next move, her eyes searching for your approval; which you give along with a nod.

“What a pretty mouth you have.” You grin, toothy and wide, canines sharp and pronounced. She unbuckles the leather strap and tugs loose the fly of your pants and you groan as she gently palms your erected cock through your boxers.

“The better to take you with.” She blushes deeply, her indulgence inwards to the fantasy you play out together.

Releasing your cock from your boxers, you breathe a sigh of relief, tip oozing with beads of precum and your shaft stiffly standing. Her tongue languidly traces the definition of your cock, up and down as she prolongs her eye contact, moaning softly as her tongue and lips tease your sensitive, bulbous tip. Your hips buck instinctively towards where your pleasure derives from, chasing after that fix aggressively.

You hiss, jaw clenched to the brink that you may very well break it,and Wanda continues to drag her tongue up and down, over you tip again and again, lapping long, slow strips and gathering the beady droplets along the flat of her sinful muscle that works you; hot breath beating down on you. You swear you almost fucking whimper like a maturing juvenile, with little control over your body.

“The Big Bad Wolf,” she whispers and takes the first third of your member, hollowing her cheeks and forcing your length further and further down. She gags and her throat grips tightly, causing you to groan. Your claws bite into the expensive leather with little care for its maintenance. Not when you have the prettiest fucking lamb on her knees before you, sucking your dick.

“Fuck, Baby,” you sigh heavily, “Yeah… yeah, let me see that mouth work.” Your lungs are on fire, heart pounding a thousand beats per minute. Her tongue swirls around you and she moans deeply, whining in resistance when her own mouth tries to work against her, refusing to take anymore of you without a fight.

So you decide you’ll give her a helping hand. A little nudge.

You extend a hand forward and lace your fingers into the locks of her fiery, brown hair, curling well to the roots and scrunch harshly. She winces and her green eyes are glazed with a watery curtain, fresh with hot tears. Showing an ounce of mercy - and that is all you’re capable and willing to give - you start slow in guiding her head up and down, your cock sinking back and forth in her mouth, gags and muffled moans stifled by the cutoff of oxygen.

“F-fuck yeah—” you growl lowly. Your head tilts back for a moment and your hips snap hard, forcing her to take the entirety of your cock down her tight throat with a much louder moan, out of shocking resistance or eager obedience.

“Shit, Lamb… m-mmm…” She’s graduated from needing your hand and it falls lax, letting her pace herself and she continues the rhythm you set prior, her saliva gathers down to the base of your groin and your balls swell with your impending orgasm.

You grin at the thought of her drinking your seedy load, face and chest covered with you. Eyes finding the screen of the laptop, you cannot help the haughty chuckle. It looks like you’ll have more than enough time to fully indulge yourself in your new company.

You further encourage her, voice laced with your evident loss of composure, she knows you near the end of your leash. With a few more thrusts, you sink her head down and your hot load shoots down the tunnel of her throat, she groans in pleasure as she sucks you down, mouth drinking everything you’re giving her.

A poor loss that you wouldn’t get to see her painted with your cum, but with any luck, you’ll get a chance further down the line. Your other hand runs through your hair, rolling it back into its refined form and Wanda pulls off, her lips drenched with a mixture of fluids, the sight marks your face with a darkened smirk.

“C’mon, Red,” you say with a lulling drawl. Her eyes are dazed in the land of pleasured confusion, she takes your hand as if taking the guiding hand of an angel, knowing little of her actual fate. She’s led to straddle you, her core soaking down the front of your vest and your much satisfied cock that stands at attention once again.

“W-we… we shouldn’t…”

“We should.” You peck her lips, tasting yourself on her and you delve your teeth to take your bottom lip between them.

“I’m gonna take you for a little ride.”

One hand stabilises her at her hip, her hands finding purchase on either the curves of your shoulder and in the locks of your hair, threading them to grapple on, your other hand curls the thin fabric of her thong and drags it aside.

Your tip kisses her entrance and she mewls, head bowing into the crook of your neck. How she’d make the perfect little mate for you.

Her hips roll down and forward, her breath a quivering tempo as the sheer size of you between her legs and she gasps, feeling you stretch her walls wide out. For a second she believes you’ve split her in two and her whimpers are buried in the graveyard of your shoulder, nestled there while you sheathe yourself into her cunt, inch by inch until you finally bottom out with a pleased sigh.

‘Fuck, you’re so big…’

‘All the better to fuck you hard.’

Just as you promised, you deliver. Picking up into a more suited pace, you piston in and out, the sound of skin meeting skin, the squelching of your combined juices and fabric rustling against fabric; breaths colliding in each other’s orbit.

Soon enough, she garners her steadiness and bounces her hips, far more eager to ride you to her climax, she moans deeply and curses under her breath, breasts constricted by the tight bust of her dress.

As much as you'd like to rip it off her, you understand she has a mission to complete and you don’t favour anyone’s eyes lingering on her anymore, gauging to see if they have a single chance.

Wanda Maximoff is yours for the taking, and you’ll fuck that notion into her until she understands it.

“I-I’m cum—”

“Give it to me, Baby. Come on– give it to me,” you pant, hissing blissfully. You’re lost in the haze of your lust, like you’re in the middle of a hunt, it excites you greatly and the flow of your blood is poisoned by the hit of your predatory drive.

Her walls squeeze your stiff, pulsing cock, eliciting from you both sounds you’d never imagine possible, almost pornographic, your lips trace the contour of her exposed shoulder and collarbone, the thought to leave a few marks here and there not going unnoticed by your conscience.

Her body arches back and you truly see the magnitude of her beauty, breasts though snug in their place, bounce erratically to the rapid pounding of your cock kissing her cervix, her nails scratch and dig at the seams of your jacket, and you know right then that you want this woman at your side.

You’ll kill all the Avengers if you must, you’ll take down Hydra from the inside if needs be. But you’ll be damned to walk this earth alone or with any other that isn’t her.

“Sh-shit! I’m cumming!” she cries out, voice high and pitchy. Her walls are a vice around you, pulling you in without mercy and giving no intent to make it easy to withdraw, her orgasm hitting you.

“Yeah, yeah– that—” you pause, hips speeding up as the second dose of your own release rises, you seize hold of her hips with far more tenacity than before.

She spurs you in, muttering over and over, chanting to keep going. To not stop, to keep hitting her right there, and you oblige. With a deep grunt, followed by a low, long noted moan, you cum. Your seed paints her walls and the swell of your knot ties her to you.

When she tries to pull off, you hold her still. “You’re not going anywhere for a while, Hon,” you say. When she moves again, her eyes widen, green hues shining in the light from the window, and her delicious lips form into an understanding ‘o’ shape.

Slowly and out of small necessity, your hips brush back and forth against each other, mimicking the more desperate action you’d shared before.

“Your data awaits you,” you coo with a chuckle, knowing she has no choice but to wait it out.

Glancing over her shoulder to see the completed task of the drive, she turns her eyes back to you.

“How long does…” Eyes drifting down to where you’re connected, you lean back, arms stretching to rest your hands behind your head with a smirk.

“We’ve got about an hour.”

—

Wanda walks down the cobblestone lane, her body still enduring the aftermath of your erotic coupling, the car waiting out front of her. She dreads to see the sceptical glares of whoever came to her rescue, she pulls her coat over herself more to hide the potential discovery of her quivering form as she then enters the car.

But not before turning to gaze over the curve of her shoulder, skimming the bite dark, bite mark, green eyes finding yours; amber cheekily flaunting the alluring power as you bid her a gesture of farewell.

She sighs as the car begins to drive off into the night, Sam behind the wheel, he concentrates on the road, meanwhile, Natasha’s eyes find Wanda’s in the rearview.

“Did you get the data?”

“Right here.” Wanda passes the drive over and Natasha takes it, looking it over in the palm of her hand.

That’s when Sam sighs heavily, nose wrinkling. “What smells like dog?”

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sugarrazz · 1 year

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Can your write reader being jealous of someone getting to close to Wednesday so threw out the day reader has an attitude towards Wednesday until eventually Wednesday has enough of it and puts the reader in her place? You can decide if you want to make it sfw or nsfw

Hi anon! I wrote this one just for you. I really got into this while writing it and I hope you enjoy it. ;)

I Wasn’t Ignoring You / Wednesday x gn!reader

Notes: female anatomy, dom!wednesday, wednesday x reader, wednesday pleasuring reader, nsfw, smut, cum eating, new student grabs wednesday’s attention, reader with attitude, kinda bratty, talk of corpses, jealous feelings, fingering, oral sex, pussy licking, cumming, pls let me cum, fic, oneshot, i was listening to madison beer while writing this

Today has been shitty. You missed your alarm and the only thing that woke you up was Enid bouncing up and down on your mattress, chanting that you’re gonna be late to class. You didn’t even get to brush your teeth and your hair looked like a bird’s nest.

Fast forward to now, your arm was hooked around Wednesday’s and you were enjoying what little warmth she had. “Your lack of hygiene doesn’t phase me.” She kept telling you every time you apologized for looking like a mess. She even helped you fix up your uniform. You felt so lucky to have her in your life. Your head rested on her shoulder as she proudly escorted you down the halls of Nevermore. As you passed a couple of students, one of them bumped into your shoulder, making you detach from your beloved and a small gasp escaped your lips.

“Oh, sorry about that! I don’t think we’ve met before. What’s your name?”

You remembered that there was a new batch of students and you just managed to bump into one of them. Wednesday peeked around you, concerned by your gasp, and met the new kid’s gaze through her bangs.

“My nam-” “It’s Wednesday.”

You couldn’t believe this. He bumped into YOU but completely ignores you and ogles your girlfriend. You didn’t want to stay and chat so you attempted to pull Wednesday along with you, but she blew you off.

“That pin on your uniform. It’s to my liking. Give it to me.”

“Oh, my corpse pin? No way, it’s my favorite one. I can give you another one though.”

Flabbergasted, you spun on your heels and ran off to class. The image of the love of your life and some random guy getting along is imprinted on your brain. Wednesday doesn’t just get along with anyone. So why?

When you make it to class you throw your books on the desk, garnering a couple of students’ attention toward you and your disheveled appearance. You couldn’t focus at all on what the teacher was saying the whole class, your rage getting the best of you. The way he looked at her was anything but friendly. You couldn’t be overthinking this. Fine, she can do whatever she wants. You’ll just treat her the way she treated you. Brushing you off like a leaf on a windy day. The bell rang and you packed away your books, getting ready to go meet Wednesday and head to the cafeteria.

“-so they found his dead body by the lake, and there were dog bites all over him. They blamed the werewolf kids for it.” You stared into his eyes, silently wishing death upon him. You hated it but he had the most gorgeous blue eyes you had ever seen. It was no wonder he was so popular right now. All the girls at the table behind you were staring at him hungrily.

“A most grotesque scene, one that I would have loved the honor to have seen.” Wednesday seemed to be enjoying their strange conversation over dead bodies, both of them seeming to share a love of corpses. The thought of them having common interests was pissing you off even more. Wednesday reached out to rub your hand under the table but you jerked it away, your brow twitching. She glanced at you curiously since you never reject her advances. But you gave her an annoyed look, brushing off the chills you suddenly received. “How much longer are we going to talk about dead people? I’m trying to eat.” You swallow your food messily and some of it gets on the new boy, whose name you didn’t bother to learn. Nor did you care. You were glad his uniform got dirty. Maybe he’ll go away. But no, he takes a napkin and wipes it off, not even giving it another glance as he jumps back into the conversation. You felt like a third wheel for the rest of lunch.

“Let’s go to Jericho”, Wednesday told you and you happily agreed to a chance to get away from this womanizer. “Jericho? Cool, I’m headed there too! We’ll have the best day out. C’mon!” If your headache could get any worse then it would as you feel like a vein is going to pop out of your head. You couldn’t get a single moment alone with Wednesday. What’s the point of going if her attention isn’t gonna be on you? “Yay”, you sarcastically cheered as the bus pulled up. Your attitude did not go unnoticed by a certain goth girl. She let it go, for now.

You brush away your feelings long enough until you arrive at Jericho. Wednesday stops you after you’ve exited the bus and you’re on the sidewalk. “Y/N”, Wednesday said sternly, an underlying tone masking her voice. Dread fell upon you as you looked up at her, black eyes boring into your own.

“This outing would be more than adequate if you were to behave yourself.”

“Behave yourself”, you mocked her, flipping your hair in her face and continuing to walk. Boy, would you regret that later.

“You seem to be having a lot of fun with this guy, so I should just leave you to it.” You both stood there having a staring contest until she decides to break the deafening silence.

“Y/N, he is a charlatan trying to show off to a master. He is nothing to me.” Her stern gaze leaves a silent warning to stop acting up. You did not heed.

“I’m sick of your attitude. Let’s go fix that right now.”

“Huh!?”

Wednesday drags you back to Nevermore and up the stairs to your dorm. Her grip on your skin is tight and sure to leave a mark. She looks around for your roommate, making sure the coast is clear before she pushes a chair up against the doorknob. That’ll give her enough time to hide if anyone stops by.

“You’ve been quite defiant today. I should educate you on some proper manners.”

In one swift movement, she throws you on the bed, and undoes her tie, her predatory eyes making your pussy throb. You look away, which doesn’t please Wednesday a single bit. She hovers above you and grabs your chin, forcing you to look at her.

“While I adore your submissiveness, I require your utmost attention for what I’m about to do to you.”

She then tilts your chin up, her plump lips floating right above the skin on your neck, hot breaths that further teased you. She left hickeys up and down your neck, marking you as hers for everyone else to know. Your breath hitches as you try to stifle a moan. Wednesday notices and briskly grabs a hold of your neck.

“Don’t hold back.”

And just like that, you melted at her orders. Little mewls started to come out of you as Wednesday started rubbing your folds through your panties, and your juices started to ooze out of you. Her fingers were rhythmic as they made a moaning mess out of you. You squealed as she entered her fingers inside you, working with feverish haste and giving no time for you to accommodate her.

While her fingers on one hand were busy, her other hand rubbed circles around your lips, before she dove in for a kiss. She was surprisingly gentle, and her tongue brushed against your lips, begging for entry. You decided to test your luck and denied it. She let out a muffled groan and her thumb purposely brushed over your clit. You jolted, but Wednesday caged you under her, sealing your fate. At that moment, unbeknownst to you, you opened your mouth just enough for her to finally get inside and your tongues danced around in each other’s mouths. An oral ballad that she always won. Your french kiss didn’t last for long as she pulled away and took a mental screenshot of you, tousled under her.

“You’re most alluring in this view.”

She said in a monotone voice, but her eyes glinted with a deep passion for you. It made your heart skip a beat. You couldn’t help the blush that spread across your cheeks but Wednesday snapped you out of it as her head went under your skirt, closer to the heat between your legs. She raised back out with your panties hanging in between her teeth, a morbid grin on her face as she dropped them on the floor. She dove back in and you mentally prepared yourself for what was to come next. Her warm tongue started lapping up the excess juices that were coming out of your pussy and you instinctively opened up your legs for her, your breathing picking up. You grabbed the sheets as your hands shook. She sucked your clit at a devastatingly slow pace, making you quiver at her mercy. You felt so hot and bothered and as the knot in your stomach built up, you unconsciously bucked your hips, which encouraged Wednesday to keep going. Her fingers kept busy inside you as her wet tongue devoured you.

“W-wednesday, I’m-”

“Just a little longer.”

You plead with her to let you cum. You wouldn’t be able to obey her for long but she wasn’t having it. Your juices started trailing down Wednesday’s fingers as she pumped her fingers in and out of you at an unrelentless pace, her breath picking up. You were twitching, trying to get away from her, but failing, as you were reaching your climax. You let out a loud moan as you came, as Wednesday pulled her fingers out of you and consumed every last drop of cum you had to give.

You felt satisfied but dizzy as you dropped your head down. Wednesday ran off to clean her hands and face in the bathroom, leaving you to recollect your thoughts. When she came out, she just laid next to you on the bed. Didn’t say anything, it was a tranquil peace as she held your hand and you both stared at the ceiling.

“You still came without my permission. I’ll get you back later.”

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End of Evangelion: 26'

No, it doesn't.

All right, this is the second half of End of Evangelion, a movie that serves as the "alternative ending" to the Neon Genesis Evangelion TV series. The series was 26 episodes long and episodes 25 and 26 attempted to depict a finale where all of humanity was combined into a single merged being. This was the culmination of "Human Instrumentality", a goal of Gendo Ikari throughout the series.

Episodes 25 and 26 were not well-received, probably because they tried to show Shinji Ikari coming to grips with Human Instrumentality without actually filling in the audience on what it was or how it happened or why it was so important. Also, there were other non-Shinji characters that fans might have been interested in seeing. So in 1997 the studio produced End of Evangelion to show an ending set in the "outside world". This ending also sucks, but at least it connects the dots from Episode 24 to Human Instrumentality.

EoE's two halves are called 25' and 26', as a reference to their purpose as an alternate version of Episodes 25 and 26 of the TV series. 25' is better, because it actually sort of shows what was going on. SEELE attacks the NERV base, forcing Gendo to attempt to launch Human Instrumentality before it's too late. Asuka regains control of her Eva Unit 02, Ritsuko springs a trap to get revenge on Gendo, and Misato escorts Shinji to Eva Unit 01 and convinces him to meet his destiny. Then they all get brutally murdered. 25' also opens with Shinji jerking off over Asuka's comatose body, so... you know, it's a mixed bag.

26', on the other hand, is the drizzling shits, and that's what we're going to talk about now.

Gendo's plan is to do the exact same thing SEELE wants to do, only he wants to do it in some slightly different way. I went over most of this when I covered 25', so I don't really want to get into it again. Suffice to say, a merging of Adam and Lillith, the two cosmic beings who begat the Angels and humans, respectively, will somehow trigger Third Impact, which will then bring about Human Instrumentality. Gendo has Adam inside his own body, while Rei is some sort of receptacle of Lillith's soul? I don't know how that works.

Anyway, Rei's body begins to fall apart even as he talks to her, so they need to get started. I don't understand why he waited this long if this is all they needed to do.

Step One: Cop a feel. Seriously, he could have done this in Episode 1. To be clear, there is a little more going on here than Gendo fondling a minor. You see...

At some point after Episode... 8 I think, he had Adam grafted onto his own right hand. They don't show this in EoE, and I'm pretty sure you never see it in the TV series either. I could be wrong, but I only noticed this image during the clip-show segment of the first Evangelion film, Death and Rebirth.

The point I'm making here is that when Gendo puts his hand on Rei, he's pushing Adam inside her body. His hand actually phases inside her somehow. Of course, he could have put it somewhere other than her boob, but this franchise loooooves sexualizing teenagers.

Meanwhile, Shinji has arrived in Eva Unit 01 to repel SEELE's squadrong of bad guy Evas. He doesn't actually fight them, he just screams like a maniac when he sees Unit 02's dismembered corpse. Then the Lance of Longinus, which Rei had tossed into space weeks ago, suddenly flies right back to Earth. Why? Who the fuck knows?

This isn't even the first time it happens in this movie! In 25', Asuka was fighting these same evil Evas, when another Lance of Longinus suddenly flew in from out of nowhere and turned the tide against her. She saw it coming and even confirmed that it was "The" Lance of Longinus. Well this other one came from the moon, so it's definitely not the same lance, so I guess there's two of them now. I'm so sick of trying to make sense of any of this.

At SEELE's command, their Evas drag Shinji's up into the sky. I think he's pinned to this cross, except I'm pretty sure the cross is made from energy wings from Unit 01, so I don't know how that's supposed to work. The bad Evas then do some other mukity-muk, and this changes the cross into...

Whatever this is! I ain't got time to read all that.

This produces a field of destruction that tears up the ground and exposes the "Egg of Lilith", or the "Black Moon". The Wiki says that this is the vessel which brought Lilith to Earth, and Adam had a similar vessel called "The White Moon" which landed in Antarctica. But this movie doesn't bother filling us in on any of that. They're just like "Here's a purple ball, that's dramatic for some reason, trust us."

As all of this is going on, Rei suddenly separates from Gendo and rejects his procedure. He doesn't understand, but she informs him that she is not his puppet, and Shinji needs her. So instead of doing it the way Gendo had in mind, Rei floats up to merge with Lilith by herself. Also, I think the took Gendo's right hand with her, because he keeps clutching at his arm for the rest of the movie, and we never see his right hand again.

Now, you might have noticed I haven't had much to say about what Shinji is doing during all of this. That's because he can't do anything. The poor dope is stuck in Unit 01, completely helpless as the bad Evas do their ritual. All he's been doing this whole part of the movie is screaming in helpless terror. I had hoped Rei coming to save him would offer him some comfort, but she looks like this now...

So yeah, he's not exactly reassured. Rei/Lilith also assumes control over SEELE's Evas, and their heads change so they all have her face, which is pretty disturbing.

BE NOT AFRAID.

Finally, Rey/Lilith reshapes into a new form, that of Kaworu, the 17th Angel that Shinji had to kill in Episode 24. This seems to calm Shinji down. I think it's just Rey/Lilith in disguise, but maybe Shinji sees this as evidence that Kaworu isn't really dead, which would mean Shinji didn't murder him.

So a bunch of visual things happen and Clownshoes declares that Eva Unit 01 has now become God, because it possesses an S2 engine, the Fruit of Life, and a human mind, the Fruit of Knowledge. Didn't Eva Unit 01 already have those things before, though?

I suppose this could explain why there's more than one way to do this ritual. Gendo wanted to combine Adam and Lilith with himself, I think, which would have made him God, maybe. SEELE, on the other hand, wanted to do it all with just their Evas, Unit 01, and the Lance(s?) of Longinus. In the end, Rei sort of combined both of their approaches, though I don't know what difference it makes.

Well, no, I guess I do know. Rei/Lilith asks Shinji what his desire is, and he impulsively thinks of boobs. I assume Gendo would have thought of his dead wife, or the SEELE guys would have thought of worldly power.

From here, the movie goes off the rails with a bunch of fantasy visions. In other words, we're right back in the same bullshit that made the original Episodes 25 and 26 so esoteric and dumb. We start with Shinji as a small boy, farting around in a sandbox for like five minutes.

Then we see him watching Misato having casual sex with Kaji, just like in Episode 25 of the TV series. This is presented like it's some horrible thing Misato did, which is disillusioning to Shinji. I still don't understand this. Adults have sex. Why is this supposed to be a problem?

Then he's suddenly trying to figure out how to connect romantically with Asuka, except he doesn't really know her, or Rei, or Misato, or anyone else. He gets bitter and frustrated, accusing them of being unclear about their feelings towards him, but they say he hasn't tried to get to know them.

Then he's with Asuka at their apartment, and he begs for her to help him (with what?). Asuka is upset because she knows he just wants someone to be nice to him. He's only begging Asuka because he's too frightened of Misato, Rei, or his own parents, so he's come crawling to her. Well, she's not playing along.

So he strangles her. I doubt he could do this to the real Asuka, but this is some bullshit dream so it works.

He asks Lilith what went wrong, and she replies that he just assumed everyone had the same feelings as himself, so this isn't the harmonious world he wished for after all. I guess? This seems like a repudiation of the scenario from the TV finale, where Shinji could interact with other humans through the Human Instrumentality, but it took him a while to get comfortable with doing so. Here, he tries to live that way, but it isn't working.

So at this point, Shinji decides that if people don't like him, then to hell with it. This leads to Third Impact, with Lilith essentially dissolving the entire human population into LCL fluid. Each human is visited by an image of Rei, which sometimes takes the form of someone they love. For example, this girl at the command center is visited by an image of Ritsuko, who embraces her tenderly before she turns into orange Kool-Aid. Of course, the real Ritsuko is already dead, but a Rei shows up anyway to turn her body into orange goop.

The leader of SEELE is also gooped. Interestingly, you can't really tell how they feel about the way this has turned out. That's because everyone is visited by some pleasant fantasy before they dissolve, so I think it's reasonable to assume this is not what SEELE had in mind, and yet they probably think it's exactly what they wanted to happen.

Gendo Ikari's fate seems a bit different, though. He does get a visit from the image of his dead wife, and he admits that he'll probably receive retribution from Shinji over the way he treated him in life. He admits that he pushed Shinji away because he was convinced it would be less painful that way, so it looks like father and son are more alike than they ever wanted to admit. Anyway, an Eva picks Gendo up and bits off his upper body, though I doubt any of this was real.

As Lilit-- I got a phone call from my mom while I was typing this part. She's fine, but she's fed up with the weekly dominoes game she was attending. We talked for probably 45 minutes and after that I felt genuinely refreshed. I don't normally mention when I take breaks while writing long posts like these, but I needed that one more than I realized. So I want the record to reflect my gratitude.

Right, so as Lilith gathers up all the goop-ified humans, she has the bad guy Evas self-destruct. I don't think they explode, since we see some of their remains at the end of the movie, but they do stab their little core-dealies with their weapons.

Then she opens up a third eye in her forehead and sends the cross containing Eva Unit 01 to penetrate it. Okey dokey.

Then we get this rapid succession of images with voices saying typical breakup/brushoff lines. "I don't like you in 'that way'," "I don't want to know you", "I'm just not into you", all the classics. I think this is the sort of thing Lilith is removing from the human condition. Now everyone's just disembodied minds suspended in goop, so there are no boundaries.

This is where I got completely fed up. This is a photograph of an empty theater. That's cute how they worked the cross into the image, but it serves no purpose at all. Nothing's made much sense ever since Rei merged with Lilith, but now it's extra stupid. We're not even watching a cartoon anymore.

To be fair, there were photographs in Episode 26 of the TV series as well, but not to this extent. After this we get: a cat, a TV broadcast transmitter, a bunch of people walking through a busy street. More people milling about, people sitting in a theater, and then the empty theater again. Okay, I'll show you the cat.

Best part of the movie. RIP to this cool and good friend.

So when all is said and done, Shinji finds himself in this reality, where everyone is just floating in a big sea of LCL fluid. I like how his and Lilith's bodies are merged together to represent this condition. Mostly I'm just glad we're using animation to represent things instead of just random film of bystanders.

But Shinji decides that this doesn't feel right either, and he asks to be restored to his former state. Lilith grants this request, though she does make it clear to him that things will be like they were before, with everyone knowing feat and pain, and misunderstandings and such, but Shinji seems to have (re?) learned the same lesson he figured out in Episode 26 of the TV series: that this pain and the boundaries between people are necessary in order to grow.

So Lilith collapses into the sea of LCL fluid, and her entire head falls off. I guess this is the same AT field failure that led to the disintegration of Rei's body at the start of this episode. Anyway, when all is said and done, Shinji is back in a corporeal body, and Eva Unit 01 pops out of Lilith's eyeball. It's no longer God this way, so all the heavy stuff is over with.

Yui then appears before Shinji and they talk it over. He's fine living this way on Earth, and Yui is happy continuing to exist as part of Eva Unit 01. She plans to fly out into space and contemplate her existence, and she figures that, billions of years into the future, when the Earth no longer exists, she will still be there as evidence that humans lived in the universe. Okay... You know, I thought she was the normal one in the Ikari family but... no. Just, no way.

And that leads us to the epilogue, where we find the Earth after the Third Impact. Lilith's remains still lie in pieces over the surface of the planet, and all the LCL has pooled into the oceans or something.

I read the wiki about this scene, and it pointed out that there's evidence that some time has passed since the battle that started all of this. The moon is full in this scene, but it was a new moon earlier. So at least two weeks have passed. More importantly, these wooden stakes are set up in the area, and these are apparently markers Shinji set up to commemorate his dead friends from Tokyo-3. Before she died, Misato gave Shinji the cross necklace she wore, and he held onto it throughout Third Impact, but now he's hung it on a rusty nail in a piece of wood, and some rust has gotten onto the necklace, indicating that some time has passed.

The reason this matters is to add some context to this scene, where Shinji wakes up to find Asuka lying beside him. The movie gives the impression that he just got back to the real world, but the details suggest he's been living out here on his own for a while. It's unclear what happened to everyone else, but Lilith's words seemed to suggest that anyone who wanted to return to a corporeal body like Shinji could do so if they wished. So it's possible that lots of people have already done so, and Shinji just isn't around any of them. Or maybe Asuka's the first one to join him out here.

Maybe she's the only one, and they're the only two humans here. The point is that when he sees her, the first thing he does is strangle her, which seems completely ridiculous, unless you consider that he's been here a while, and he probably doesn't believe she's real. When he strangled the fantasy-Asuka earlier, she didn't put up a struggle, so he's trying to use that as a test this time.

But instead, Asuka raises her hand and caresses his cheek, and this surprises him so much that he stops what he's doing and starts to cry all over her face. Well, it could be worse, Asuka. She mutters how disgusted she is with him, and that's the last line of the movie.

Objectively speaking, this probably is better than the original TV series ending. It's more ambitious in scope, the visuals are more impressive, and the conclusion seems more ambiguous and grim. Everything seems to have turned out... okayish for humanity. The world looks unrecognizable, but nobody's suffering, and if I understand correctly, those markers Shinji put up may be premature. Asuka's return suggests that others might follow, and if they don't it'll be their choice.

I guess Gendo definitely will not be reunited with Yui, since she's buggered off into outer space, but at least he acknowledged his failures as a father, and I take that to mean he at least cared about his son, even if he couldn't express that to him.

The thing about TV Episode 26 is that it ended with the whole cast applauding for Shinji, which is either a fantasy he made up for himself, which is cheap, or the ending really is saying that they all lived happily ever after in a heaven of their own making. And that seems kind of chipper for a show like this. It made it hard to accept that this was really how they were ending things, even if it was the best possible scenario for the characters.

But like I said before, the big problem with both endings is that they're so damn confusing, relying on me to recall little details about the lore that might not have even been available to viewers in 1997. Huge chunks of the movie are just lavish images depicting vague events. Shinji barely does anything in the whole movie. First Misato has to drag him to the Eva, then the Eva puts him inside of it, then Rei/Lilith has to rescue him by turning him into God.

I think the biggest problem I have with the NGE mythos as a whole is that the lore is really fascinating stuff, but the show is never really about the lore. Everything always comes back to Shinji and his mental health issues. I keep wanting, for example, Ritsuko and Misato to have some in-depth discussion about Adam and Lilith and how the Second Impact went down and so on. But the show never wants to just sit down and go into all of that. It's always one character sort of getting the partial gist of it and trying to explain it all to another character. Like, Misato was telling Shinji a bunch of stuff while she was driving him to his Eva, but I seriously doubt he was paying any attention, and he probably wouldn't have been in any condition to understand what she was telling him.

Like... I don't hate Shinji as a character, but this whole premise just feels kind of wasted on him. Does that make any sense?

I still feel unsettled about this, like I'm on the brink of apologizing that I didn't enjoy this more than I did. I went in just assuming this would be a blast, and it was for a little while, but most of it just... isn't for me.

I don't know. I think I'm just gonna sign off here. I'll probably have more to say about it in the coming days, but I'll save it for replies to any asks you all want to send me. But otherwise, I think it's time I moved on...

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lilylovessev · 1 year

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about you || snamione

“You’ve lost your mind.”

Hermione scoffed, shaking her head, “As if I could ever lose my mind.”

She closed her final suitcase, zipping it up with rather more force than intended. “You’ve known about my decision to leave for a long time, Ron. Why are you only now harrassing me about changing my mind? We both know that’s not going to happen.”

Their relationship was rocky, to say the least. They hadn’t officially ended things, but she knew that this was going to be the final nail in the coffin. Regardless of her still being with him, this was something that she felt she had to do for herself. She wasn’t going to remain trapped there solely because that was what everyone wanted from her. She wasn’t ready to settle down in the way that he was. She certainly wasn’t ready to give up what she wanted from life in order to conform to the societal expectations of women her age. Deep down, she knew that it wasn’t just that, this simply wasn’t working. Quite frankly, she didn’t have the heart yet to end things with him. Ron was just so familiar. He was one of her best friends, let alone her partner. There had been a time a few months ago when it had hit her like a ton of bricks that her entire adult life thus far had been defined by her relationship with him. She’d had a few years now of getting to know exactly who she was when she wasn’t constantly being pin-pointed by the events going on around her, and she was more than this.

And so, she had known that she was in desperate need of a change of scenary and situation. Yet, she’d wanted to be somewhere familiar. It had almost seemed fated when the job had immediately come up, not that she necessarily believed in that sort of thing occurring. She was fully aware that the History of Magic was not the most desirable teaching post at Hogwarts. However, she was hoping to change that reputation, and wanted to bring a little rigour and interest back to the subject again. She was going to make it genuinely intriguing. She’d already made all sorts of plans, plans that she’d yet to actually run by Professor McGonagall. Of course, whom had been so happy when she’d agreed to take on the post. She wasn’t getting any younger, and so having another very reliable member of staff would undoubtedly be a relief.

“Please,” she said as she turned to him. “Please, don’t make this any more difficult than it has to be. It doesn’t have to be hard. You are allowed to be happy for me. This is what I want. I know that it isn’t really what you want, and I am deeply sorry for that. It’s not as if I’m going to be a million miles away. You can visit. I can visit. I will visit.” It wasn’t just him that she was going to miss, obviously. She still wanted to remain a part of her social circle, but she’d also be glad of the breather from it all. She loved them all so dearly, but had never really been without them. This was a chance for her to do a job that she wanted to do, in a place that she wanted to be, without anything else being presumed of her. She had worked her arse off over the last few years. The Ministry respected her for far more than just her war efforts. The powers that be hadn’t been entirely pleased about her decision, but they did support her wanting to work at Hogwarts.

She leaned in, pressing a kiss to his cheek, utterly drained from discussing this for the last twenty-four hours. She just wanted to leave and get it over with. They’d all met up for one last hurrah before her heading off to the school that day, and it had been made uncomfortable by his grumbling about her leaving. It was ridiculous, given that if he put in the effort, he’d be able to whenever he wanted. It had been particularly childish behaviour, even for him, everyone had been weary of it. However, it didn’t phase her anymore. She was happy about this decision, even if she was a little wary about joining the staff. It was going to be rather different to be a teacher there, especially now.

“Hermione! How lovely it is to see you.”

She smiled, taking off her sunglasses as she walked through the foyer. It wasn’t yet full of the noise of teenagers, which was quite nice. She was going to just take everything in again for a moment. Obviously, she’d returned after they’d rebuilt, and so she was used to things being slightly different from how they’d once been. Yet, it never failed to hit her, the sheer immensity of this place.

“It’s lovely to see you too, Professor McGonagall.”

“Just Minerva now, please. Now, let me show you up to your room. We’ve had it freshly decorated just for you.”

“Oh, you didn’t have to go to that effort...” She smiled appreciatively, moving to walk alongside Minerva; that was going to take some getting used to. She looked around as they ascended the familiar staircase, and she couldn’t help but feel glad, thoroughly glad to be back. The stress that she’d been holding onto had been lifted from her shoulders. This wasn’t going to be quite as high-pressure as her previous job, and just being there made her feel better. Yes, they’d been through some fairly terrible times there, the worst of times. Yet, also the best. This was a fresh start.

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ihopesocomic · 1 year

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You know, one thing that people saying "homophobia not existing is unrealistic" in your comic reminds me, It's racism in fiction. People act like in fantasy and rpg worlds, different races need to have racism towards each other, just because in LOTR they did. And don't get me wrong, I don't like to say what people can and cannot write, nor do I think they need to make a perfect world where everyone loves each other, but certain issues like racism, as well as homophobia, are serious, and shouldn't be used as just "lore of the world".

The fact that queerphobia and sexism don't exist in your story doesn't stop bad lions like Jasper from existing, and main characters like Hope having to face them. Now seeing people make characters who are part of a fictional minority, and treating the bigotry they suffer as a way to make them "strong" and badass is so wrong to me.

And honestly, I think that even if someone wanted to do a story in a world where there's nothing bad, no bigotry, no murders, no abusive people, or whatever, that wouldn't stop the story from being good and interesting.

THANK YOU! There was no need for anyone to sling slurs at anyone and there's still tons of drama for people to chew on. There's dangerous animals, some sort of conspiracy that resulted in the deaths of three relatives, inner struggles, and more trouble on the way without it overwhelming the plot. So the fact that there's a small group of people who simply CANNOT enjoy our story unless someone's being ableist or homophobic, just tells me all I need to know tbh. Tells me we're doing something right.

After all, this LGBT-friendly comic stands by it's promise that it's LGBT-friendly lol We wanted to reassure everyone that queerphobia won't be in here, cuz quite frankly, I'M fuckin tired of seeing it in media. If the readers have to worry about whether they're gonna see bigotry relating to them in their content, then it just takes most people out of the story entirely. And if it NOT being there ruins someone's experience, that's a whole other commentary lol

(I just wanna put a pin here to say that, obviously this doesn't apply to people writing about their own experiences with discrimination. I'm mainly talking to/about cis/het/able/white people who try and fail to do stories around bigotry, but particularly in fantasy.)

I don't wanna tell people what to write either, but I will say with the utmost confidence that if you simply MUST write a story that HAS to include bigotry (racism, sexism, queerphobia, ableism, etc) where it makes no sense to include bigotry, then you're probably not a good writer. There I said it.

It's especially present in TTRPG where "THIS RACE IS EVIL" which to be fair, those mechanics are mostly phased out. But you still have those people who for some reason can't wrap their brains around the concept of an orc that's Good Actually. Like, it's not hard?

We've discussed this multiple times, but most people know why people have prejudices, and it's not naturally occurring. There's reason for it. So either come up with a good reason, or don't include it at all. (And if you're writing xenofiction about animals and you're using the 'realism' approach, it's more unrealistic for your animals to automatically have Christo-fascist beliefs lol)

Making homophobia or racism or sexism or ableism or whatever a point of contention in your fantasy story where you just assume its normal to include "because that's how it is in real life" is fuckin lazy. Not only is it more nuanced than that, people make it seem like those are the only problems in existence, while simultaneously never deconstructing it. The world is filled with inspiration for conflict surrounding resources, cultural differences, political turmoil, etc, that can be used in anyone's story and it'd be better for it, and people would know that if they realized that the key to writing a good story is to live life. - Cat

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tonyglowheart · 2 months

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I just read a blog of yours mentioning your preference against fics portraying Yan Wuhsi as a softie, and I am interested in reading fics that you did like. Could you kindly share some fics you've come across where Yan Wushi's characterization remains true to his core traits?

I don't remember what exactly I said in that post lmao but I gotta be honest.... I've been super picky about yanshen fics, and yeah yeah bold of me to be so picky when there's so little food (there's literally only 25 pages of EN fic that are over 1k words lmao..), but also. tbh of the fic I did test-run, I only have, like, a handful or so bookmarked, and for the most part they top out at like a 3, 3.5 as far as hitting what I'd want out of a Qian Qiu fic or like, hitting the characterization points I think should be in a good QQ fic

The one fic that I'd give a 4 is so because it's an actor AU and I like those as an indulgence, I wouldn't say it's necessarily THE most in character, but it's sort of like... along the lines of the donghua as far as in-characteredness.

I think the one fic that I feel like (to me!) is the most in character for Yan Wushi is this one:

And, like, it's a Shen Qiao POV fic lmao. But I think it manages to capture something very interesting that, after writing the last two posts I did lol, has also helped me figure out something about how I interpret Yan Wushi vs how I think other ppl do as to defining what it is exactly that I think some people don't "get" about Yan Wushi. (But if I do write more about this in detail, I think it'd probably be in a new post lmao because the paragraph under this is half-typed out before this edit and I think I've already evolved my opinion/how to define my interpretation again lol.)

But yeah- A lot of the other fics to me just like... don't seem to "get" Yan Wushi - if he's too shmoopy or lovey dovey, that's not really his way imo. If there's anything making him feel or express regret, especially for the Sang Jingxing thing, then that also isn't it for me either - because explicitly, he doesn't regret it. (and tbh lmao, I can see why he wouldn't? Like I just pinned down that by Chap 23/24, SQ already has a marked shift towards YWS even if maybe he doesn't realize it, but I think for YWS he's still very much in, like... still in his bonsai-experimenting phase with SQ. Because at that point, SQ still HASN'T fully realized the potential of the ZhuyangCe yet, so he ISN'T (yet) on Yan Wushi's level. Which means that he's not yet Yan Wushi's peer, and at this stage, he's still treating SQ rather more like an experiment to see how far he can push him and where exactly his bottom line might be. (I think, though, unfortunately we'll find that Shen Qiao has perhaps a different bottom line with Yan Wushi than with, say Huo Xijing, but that's yet another matter again.)

(this is the other fic btw lol, where it's like, both a guilty pleasure kind of AU for me and also enough of an AU that I can deal with it being a sort of eau de cologne of characterization vs like a full on parfum if you get my analogy here lmao:

so... sorry, I don't really have a good answer for you here! except that I'm maybe too picky for a fandom with limited food in the Anglophone-sphere lol;;

#korol--reznii #asks answered #qian qiu #tl;dr.... I'm kind of a picky bitch about this lmao and the first time I went through the tag I opened... not that many fics lmao #I actually went through the tag again after you sent this ask to see what I could pick out after having already gone through it before #and perhaps with a lower standard this time as the meme goes lmao #and yet still lol.... most of the fics are a like 3 or 3.5 for me as far as like. really getting to a sort of heart of characterization #the one where yws has a dream of sort of past meets present with his mom and sq is kind of interesting #but also to my taste too much pinyin and also there's a couple points of pinyin that I don't think are correct lmao

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Crooked Ways [1/22]

It’s a full moon.

Bulma’s interest in the phases of the moons had waxed and waned (no pun intended) over the last few years. When traveling with Goku, it became jarringly important to know. When they’d drifted apart - him to his training and her to West City - she’d stopped looking at the sky every night just to breathe easily, knowing she wasn’t about to go the way of Grandpa Gohan in her sleep. Not without kicking and screaming, at least.

She needed to start paying attention to the moon again. Or not. The huffing, angry breath of the Saiyan behind her was all she needed to confirm that that giant orb in the sky, to which she was so often indifferent, was fully lit, if invisible from the ceiling of the gravity pod.

He always goes a little feral when the moon is full.

The tip-tapping of his boots on the floor sent a message as clear as day, despite the black hour: Hurry up, Woman! He didn’t need to say the words aloud for the intention to rankle her. Irritably Bulma ratcheted the last bolt on the access panel, putting all her strength in the final yank.

“You could sleep at night, like everyone else.” Not her most clever of jabs, but it was something. Bulma pushed her bangs from her damp forehead with her arm. Vegeta said nothing back. With a sigh and a grunt she heaved herself to her feet.

Her dead feet. How long had she been crouching on the ground to make the repairs to the pod? She swayed as pins and needles shot through her feet and calves, sending her swaying from side to side. She braced herself on the wall with her empty hand, holding back a snarl at Vegeta’s crossed arms. He glared back.

“You could help a lady when she’s about to fall on her face,” Bulma snapped.

“You could be more physically fit so you don’t require assistance from those who have better things to do,” he snapped right back. Oh, he was in a fine mood. The black of his eyes were a midnight tempest, churning with rage. Not for the first time, she wondered just how (and why) the irises of Saiyan eyes went thinner during full moons.

Out of all the nights that Vegeta demanded repairs done to his stupid training pod - and there were many - it had to be a full moon. Next time he banged on her bedroom door screeching about lifeless bots and failing energy blasts, she’d send him right to her father.

She could be sleeping. Well, she could, but she wouldn’t be. She hadn’t been, when she’d heard his stomping feet coming closer down the hall of her parents’ house, instead zoned out in her fifth hour of binging a lousy television show.

Bulma glowered, taking a different offense. “You know I have better things to do than repair your problems at all hours of the night.”

“You know I’m training to save your pathetic life and stupid planet,” Vegeta spat. “Get out!”

“Thanks, Bulma,” she sang, securing the ratchet in a belt loop on her jeans. She stuck her hands in her pockets, daring the pins and needles to make her topple. They didn’t, and she stuck out her hips to swagger in an imitation of the man - Saiyan - in front of her, “You’re a real great gal. I appreciate that you’re willing to help me, even with my bad attitude and worse personality.”

“Ha!”

“As if this is about my life, or my planet.” Bulma brushed past him, red spotting her vision with annoyance. “This is about you and your quest to become the next Silly Saiyan.”

“Of course it’s about me. And it’s Super Saiyan, you infernal creature.” His growl was so close to her ear that she knew he’d turned with her, to watch her leave.

“Oops.” She put a finger to her lip, batting her lashes as Vegeta’s scowl deepened. “My bad. Sometimes I forget we all exist to revere and convenience the great Prince Vegeta.”

Sarcasm was routinely lost to Goku, the only other Saiyan she knew, but Bulma was gratified to know her barb went right into Vegeta’s skin. Despite the dim, reddish light of the pod, she saw how his cheeks darkened. Waving her fingers with a smirk, she went right through the door as it hissed open, unwilling to linger long enough to lose the encounter to his next retort.

Ha. I win.

It was cold comfort, but comfort nonetheless. When the door hissed back shut behind her, Bulma closed her eyes for a brief moment, face tilted to the starless city sky for a long, cleansing breath. She dared to look up, studying the expanse of sky visible beyond the tall buildings surrounding her parents’ property. Pitch-black and endless, like Vegeta’s eyes. Thankfully it lacked the raw disgust.

“‘Infernal creature,’” Bulma grumbled to herself, tromping across the dew-wet lawn to the main pod of the compound. “I’m not the one that tries to kill someone every other day. Take a good look in the mirror for once!”

These barbs fell painlessly to the ground, since the subject wasn’t there to be wounded by them. Right beneath her tennis shoes, her aggression fading with every step into the back door where golden light spilled from the kitchen.

Bulma kicked off her shoes. Hoisted the ratchet out of her belt loop to drop on the kitchen counter (a habit of her dad’s that she’d never bothered trying to shed) and went for her bedroom, fluffing out her curls on the way with a gigantic yawn splitting her face.

Well, if nothing else, her feelings had burned away her sleeplessness. She didn’t care enough to strip down entirely, simply unbuttoning and walking out of her jeans to fall face-first on the rumpled covers of her bed. Had she even closed the door? She didn’t care. The beckon of the black void of unconsciousness - black like Vegeta’s eyes, black like the night sky - swallowed her whole.

She managed to migrate to one of the many living rooms and its wall-sized television by lunchtime the next day. Tangled up in blankets; some from her bed, some from the couch, and with her feet perched on the coffee table next to the cereal bowl left half-full with warming milk and soggy bits she hadn’t been able to catch with a spoon. Bulma zoned out in the dregs of interest she’d managed to conjure for the television program, fingers tapping on the side of the soda can perched on top of the blankets.

She needed a hobby.

Bristling at the exhausted complaints that she reran in her head multiple times a day, Bulma picked up the remote to change the channel. Erratic strains of differing noise helped drown out the whining pitch in her brain.

Why did everyone leave me? Don’t they care about me? It’s always training, training, training until they need a wealthy, brilliant scientist to give them money and capsules and a play to stay or a new invention to fight more enemies. Then I matter!

Indignation, even the most righteous strain of it, got sour over time. It was tiring. So, so tiring.

She rested her head on the back of the couch, momentarily dazed by a professional chef cutting an array of vegetables in record time. The thunkthunkthunkthunkthunk of knife on cutting board was like the beat of a pop song.

Almost to the point of bobbing her head in time to a massacred leek, Bulma didn’t notice that she wasn’t alone anymore until,

“I thought you had things to do.”

A prickle of awareness made its belated way up her spine. Slowly she turned her head to see Vegeta standing in the doorway, arms crossed and his blue training suit scuffed and torn in various places. He looked fresh. So either he’d had a fantastic twelve hour training session, or a nap.

“What?” Bulma asked, because the television and the boredom (and maybe the tight spandex of his pants, just a little bit) made her stupid.

“Last night,” Vegeta intoned. “You said you had better things to do than repair the training pod.”

He may as well have slapped her, for the sting of her own words flung back so carelessly at her. The rise of anger almost made it to her mouth - where she’d tear him apart - except that the dulling of her senses and dulled her short temper with her long-term houseguest, too.

“What?” he taunted, lifting a brow when Bulma took too long to answer. “Not going to bite my head off today?”

“As if I could wrap my teeth around the size of it,” she muttered. To her surprise he guffawed a bark of a laugh.

“That’s better,” Vegeta said. She could only blink at his supposed approval, even more shocking than his laugh. Not that his voice was the tone of genuine amusement, but more…nasty gloating. “Since you have nothing better to do,” he went on, a smug sort of curl lifting one side of his mouth. “I easily bested the fifty training bots your father provided. I need more.”

A fantastic twelve-hour training session, then.

“Make them yourself,” Bulma said, turning back to the television.

“I cannot take such time away from my training.” Which she interpreted to mean, I can’t. Vegeta was many things - insufferable, a jerk, a killer, alien royalty - but ‘capable with technology’ was not one of them.

“Then I guess it’s not that important to you.”

His tch of bridled whatever-he-was-feeling almost made her smile. Annoyance that she wasn’t falling in line to do his bidding, probably. Rage that he wasn’t royalty on this planet. Frustration that it was taking him longer than it had taken Goku to ascend to Super Saiyan, no doubt.

“You may as well make the bots,” Vegeta boomed, the tone of his voice filling the room better than the television speakers. Bulma stiffened. “You have nothing better to do. Consider it your…service to save your planet from the androids.”

Wow, he really didn’t know when to shut up, did he? The soda can cracked in her grip, jerking her attention to the aluminum in her hand. She didn’t bother trying to be the better person in this case: she drew the can back and hurled it at Vegeta’s contemptuous expression with all her might.

It hit his forehead with a ping, then fell to the floor to sway back and forth before stopping, leaving the room utterly silent. His grin - a predator’s smile of teeth and promise - brought heat to her face.

“Nice reflexes, Saiyan,” Bulma said nastily.

“I could’ve stopped it if I wanted.” Vegeta shrugged, adjusting a white glove at his elbow. “I just knew the lack of potential damage wasn’t worth the strain.”

“Strain? To catch an empty soda can? Wow, no wonder Goku is the better fighter.”

“How dare - ”

Bulma could hear his teeth gnashing when he snapped his mouth shut. Did he eat the threatened pour of crass rudeness to swallow himself? His throat bobbed as he struggled to contain himself, so it might be so. It was her turn to smile. Vegeta might be arrogant, demanding, entitled, and too stupidly muscled for his own good - but he wasn’t stupid. He knew better than to offend someone he was asking a favor from.

“Yes?” She pretended to pluck lint from the blanket trapping her bare legs. When she looked up again, she saw his black eyes snap from her legs to her face.

“I would appreciate,” he forced through his bared teeth. “If you used your…technological brilliance to assist me in my training.”

“How sweet of you,” Bulma teased. It was hard to resist. She’d taught him long ago to flatter her into doing what he wanted.

The bots weren’t his first demand. She’d also increased the gravity resistance about four times, repaired his training clothes ten times over, taught him how to use a phone to call for pizza. And to order her pizza, too, anytime that he did.

“The bots you built hurt worse than your father’s,” Vegeta finished. “I prefer yours.”

Bulma put a hand to her heart, mouth agape at the compliment. She believed that he liked the pain, she didn't believe that he thought she was brilliant. “Why, Prince Vegeta,” she sighed. “How could I resist such humble pleading?”

His shoulders were stiffer than an over-filled tire, ready to explode at any moment. But the glory of needling him to that point didn’t feel as good as usual. Bulma decided to blame the television.

“Alright,” she said, kicking away the blankets to stand. Her clothes stuck to her too-warm skin, her unbrushed hair hanging heavy from her scalp. Absently she tucked a few curls behind her ear. “Let me shower first and then I’ll get to work.”

Once again, she was surprised to see those black eyes on her knees. So she hadn’t put on pants that morning? So what? It was her house.

“See that you do,” was his parting boom, and Bulma chose not to be offended. This time, at least.

She liked making bots. She liked having something to do.

And she’d die before she admitted that to Vegeta.

#bulma x vegeta #vegebul #dbz fanfiction

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starrysharks · 10 months

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When you create characters, how do you usually go about it? I can understand the first few phases, such as mapping them out, but I would like to know more about some artist processes and you seemed like the best place to start.

By the way, have I told you you look absolutely ✨stunning✨ this fine time of day/night?

when it comes to making characters, most of the time the visual idea is already in my mind as is the character's personality,,, often times i get inspiration from the songs i listen to so the 'personality' so to speak of the song might reflect in that character! (for example, octavia's current design was heavily inspired by '100%' by angelspit, so she kind of has a personality that would reflect the singer if that makes sense?) when it comes to the design itself, i like to chose 1-2 themes or motifs that i think relate well to the character (such as needles and pins with their cobweb motifs, or velvet's 'double x' motif) and a color pallete that will give the 'vibe' i want for them! (such as royal blue for regal characters - for me it's pretty standard color language stuffs) i like to include symbolism relating to the character/anything that could foreshadow their furure role in the story as well >:] shape language is one of the most important parts of visual design for me as well - i choose one shape, occasionally two, that i think will relate to the character best! i also have to make sure the way the shape is applied doesn't contradict with the character's personality (such as why would a smart, prim and proper character have messy spiky hair or poking out bits in their silhouette?) then i apply that shape everywhere i can!

for personality and character itself, i think of three things -

1. the character's role and presence in the story - will they be a major character, or just show up once or twice? are they an ally or an enemy to the protagonist? does that change? the way the character will/can develop should be explored if they're a major character. if your character dies as well, it's good to establish who they were as much as is needed before that happens (say, a dead mom can be portrayed as caring for the short time she's alive) - but it's interesting to leave them vague and mysterious, so you can really go either way!

2. the character's goals - what do they want? are they loyal to one person or a lone wolf? what will they do to get what they want? this can help to explore the character's morals and see if they'll change as the story continues!

3. secret third option - who is the character? do they have any strong likes or dislikes, hobbies, or anything that could 'contradict' with their visual design or outward personality? (such as octavia's love for creepy-cute mascots juxtaposing her violent profession and brutal personality!) technically this could be called humanisation but secret third option is funnier. it helps to explore what the character may not be comfortable with or vice versa because it can help to express the character to the audience without doing too much work.

thats basically it! sorry if this didn't make much sense or was too long ,,, this is just the way i personally go about characters so id recommend coming to others for advice! thank you!! :D

#long post #character design stuff #ask zeno

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south-sea · 1 year

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Second Chance AU Shadow (Headcanons Masterlist)

I was encouraged by a certain someone to share all the Shadow headcanons I omitted from a more recent post, but it quickly got away from me and turned into a sort of masterlist with all the links being added in for context.

So in the interest of eventually having a working catalogue of "view these specifics posts for more organized information on Second Chance AU instead of sifting through various rambles", here it is!

Initial context for what this AU even is is here.

(edit: this is definitely out of date by the time you're seeing it, see pinned for an overall tag)

He figures things out about himself/interacts with new or developing interests in phases. Which is probably pretty standard, but so far he’s gone through a particular trend of weather —> photography/scrapbooking —> food —> adventuring/getting into Situations [you are here]. No telling what’s up next, but he never really abandons discovered interests either. He still keeps up with photography/scrapbooking, still appreciates new weather patterns/cloud formations and whatnot, and is basically never not thinking about Good Food. I would love for him to some day focus on music and maybe pick up an instrument or something; he could learn piano from Metal’s caretaker, even.

Discovering preferred foods is also a slow but unique process in that he doesn’t notice, really, until someone else points out he has a clear preference for something. From his perspective, he still doesn’t really have favorites because why would he, but anyone else would be able to tell there are certain things he gravitates toward (and that applies to everything, not just food). So far, other than expensive chocolates, that’s mostly tomatoes, whether raw or roasted; cherry tomatoes especially. They’re somewhat of a comfort food at this point. A few other honorable mentions: avocado, sautéed spinach mixed in with things, and grilled veggies in general. Weird little kid who goes out of his way to ask for vegetables, really. He also especially likes the crunch of carrots, but celery and lettuce on their own practically insult him for how comparatively tasteless they are.

Don’t ask him what his favorite color is either. He has no idea. He likes the green Emerald the most, but also the light blue one (he’ll never admit it, if just because he doesn't consciously realize it, but it’s because that one specifically reminds him of Metal). From his perspective, that’s about as much as he’s able to place; wires get crossed and he answers according to his Chaos Emerald color preference, not ‘colors in general’. From my perspective, I see it as him being partial to blue and green because that’s what he’d most commonly see from the ARK, looking down at earth. Objectively, blue probably wins by sentimentality alone, given so many of the people he’s close with are/were inherently associated with blue.

He starts a lot of sentences with “I think”, as a sort of parallel to Metal regularly starting statements with “but”. Those who don’t know him might wrongly assume that this, paired with the fact he rarely speaks above something comparable to a whisper, means he’s not very assertive/sure of himself. Not the case, he’s just naturally very quiet. To hear him use his whole chest to speak is unusual, and to hear him shout is downright shocking.

He rests his hand on his forehead to self-soothe, as leaning it against Maria was something he would regularly do when cuddling with her back then. As a direct consequence of this, he does not allow people to touch his head without warning, but pushing his forehead into someone's chest/shoulder is often something he does automatically if someone hugs him, so it's an "on my terms only" kind of thing.

This is very much canon. She/her feels like he’d be stepping on toes (that’s for Maria, not him), they/them doesn’t quite feel right, and neo pronouns are not for him. So, using he/him really is just for the sake of convenience. It’s not quite right, but being referred to that way doesn’t bother him either, so there’s really nothing else for it. That’s just how it is.

The more exploring and such he does, the less sensitive his paw pads get. That eventually leads to wearing half-gloves instead.

He currently lives in a place that looks an awful lot like space. The house is shared with Metal, and has two stories. Upstairs is where his study/bedroom technically are, but he rarely goes up there to do anything but write. A majority of his time is spent downstairs, either cooking or napping. Who needs a proper bed when he has a comically oversized blanket to make a nest out of? (This blanket is eventually torn beyond reasonable repair. While it's replaced with another of similar size, the original is eventually tailored into a jacket.)

Re: this, it directly lends to what I was getting at in this post. There will come a day where he’s so much more “Maria” than himself that he practically drops everything and has to find a more earth-looking [second] home. He will keep and take care of this place even after the “Maria day” passes. I expect this location to be mostly rural—he wants to appreciate nature, its sounds, weather, and things like sunrise/sunsets unhindered, but not so much that he’s fully isolated. Maybe on the outskirts of a smaller town, but still within walking distance of it so he can check in and people-watch or window shop, things like that.

Relatedly, his relationship with his own age is complicated at best. He's neither adult nor child. (There is no argument to be made about how mentally mature he is otherwise. No matter how you spin it, he is still a minor. Arguments about that are not tolerated here.)

The rest of the points are arguably less general and more “Shadow regularly gets himself into trouble: the series” and delves into things like his regeneration ability/biology in relation to the Black Arms/etc, so I’m stuffing ‘em under the cut. Nothing particularly gory or anything like that, just a general courtesy in case people don’t want to read about that rougher/more scientific aspect of his character.

Shortly after his revival, he (safely) gave himself over to trusted scientists. For a few months, he underwent a gauntlet of tests/scans/etc in hopes they would help him find a cure for the illness Maria suffered. Some of these scans were painful despite what he thought was a high pain tolerance, which came as a surprise to him. This is relevant for most of the upcoming points.

Most controversial take: he finds guns boring. Primarily in the sense of what’s being used against him as a weapon, though. Bullets will not stop him. If you want him to stop moving, you��re going to have to lop something clean off, then flip a coin. Heads he stops, tails he’s too hyped up on adrenaline/chaos energy and will still wreck the antagonist’s shit.

Needless to say, his relationship with pain/injury is a bit weird, to the point of being distressingly casual about it. He can recover from just about any damage within reason; so far, he can and has regenerated an entire arm before (with help from an Emerald). Pain and dangerous situations that might inflict damage do not scare him.

His tolerance for pain is another matter entirely, though. In some twisted kind of way, once he realized he does in fact have a limit/pain threshold (e.g., the scans, and a particular other few events, even before the arm loss), he almost started getting more reckless to challenge and raise that threshold. His pain tolerance is already pretty high, so the fact there still exists situations in which damage exceeds that tolerance is almost like a thrill/challenge. He won’t go out of his way to or purposely hurt himself, but if the dangerous situation he’s half-intentionally placed himself in causes an accident or something, then so be it. The more experience he gains, the less likely he's going to be stunlocked by pain when stakes are high.

If he’s left to his own devices for too long, he gets restless. Being restless leads to getting himself into Situations (e.g., the above points, and also kind of like this.) Basically his impulse control just plummets. That’s where races or spars with Metal might eventually come in later. He can only stand being serene and mild-mannered for so long. There is still Black Arms blood in him; it's where he gets his otherwise well-hidden temper/competitiveness/etc. Playing rough with Metal, who has a similar “so what if I lose an arm, it can be repaired” outlook, is a good way to safely manage and expend that energy when it starts to drive him a bit stir-crazy.

Speaking of blood, his is not green. The chaos energy overrides the Black Arms’ blood color, so instead his glows bright gold in the first few seconds it’s exposed to air, and then gradually dulls down into a near-black.

In the event he’s injured, the spots being healed/regenerated come back a bit paler, not unlike a scar (the fur, too, is a bit finer). Eventually his fur evens back out to the usual black, but is a bit longer around the edges of where the injury was for a little while after/to the point he might have to manually trim it. Also tends to keep souvenirs of sorts when he gets into Situations. (General sketch page mulling over all of this. I'm still not 100% sure about the 'his fur eventually goes back to its normal color' thing; he may just Stay Like That with the paler patches/missing quills/etc like regular scars, but until I decide for sure, I'm just operating under the assumption this is not the case.)

He's essentially a highly efficient energy burner. Food/water just gets converted into pure chaos energy. Nothing is wasted; frankly his anatomy doesn't even allow for it.

In the same vein, he can go a few days without food/water, but it'll take a lot to replenish his energy stores. It's typical for him to go into an almost coma-like sleep for a few days to recover from critical injuries (not unlike in Sonic Battle). Outside of that, if he doesn't replenish his chaos energy quickly enough, he stays lethargic/fatigued for about a week.

He is biologically incapable of contracting illnesses (the Metal Virus would still, hypothetically, be an exception), and cannot be poisoned. Whether it's inhaled/ingested, he'd just cough or spit it back out without it taking effect. Similarly, he doesn't experience typical nausea outside of extreme fatigue/pain, so it's one of the few things he knows of due to his time with Maria, but can't really empathize with.

When tired, he's more Creature than not. There's a lot more little squeaks/chirps/huffs and whatnot that you'd expect from a typical hedgehog. This is especially true when he's already asleep/recovering. If he's cradled or hugged for an extended period of time, he will start to purr in a way more comparable to a bear cub than cat. It's so faint it's more felt than heard, and can otherwise only be heard by the person actively holding him.

#second chance au #second chance highlight #shadow the hedgehog #& co #sea talks #occasionally you'll see me still drawing him with the paler patches #it's not a continuity error or anything #don't worry about it #other than that there may be a few miscellaneous things missing #but i suppose little tidbits like that are just a bonus for following me #[for legal reasons this is a joke]#tumblr immediately freaks any time i try to reformat these big posts so i am once again apologizing i couldn't make it less of a text brick #i just want to add line breaks between the bullet points...!! and then it refuses to save!#every time!!

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minsungotp · 2 months

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Want so bad

Ch7 call me tonight

Changbin shook his head high key amused. One of his best friends had a very obvious crush on the new kid. And it was just hilarious to watch.

He observed as Han suddenly pinned leeknow to the wall on the other side of the room.

"Damn." He flinched. Who knew Han had that in him!

The sound of pure laughter rang in his ears and he turned towards it.

Felix was getting a piggyback ride from hyunjin.

Changbin watched them thoughtfully. There was something special about them both that made him double take. The atmosphere the two created made it even more interesting.

Before he could change his mind the rapper barged in.

"Hyunjin, Felix." He nodded.

Hyunjin narrowed his eyes in jealousy.

"Do you need something?" He asked in a chilly tone.

Felix reached for changbin's hand, making his heart melt. How could one man be such a sweetheart? An incredible source of positivity and joy. He had never seen anything like it. And hyunjin was so unapologetically himself. It was extremely refreshing. He found himself wanting to be apart of their little friendship.

Felix seemed thrilled to see him but hyunjin needed a bit more convincing.

Let's see which one of you angels falls harder. He thought to himself.

"Hyunjin~ he grabbed his shoulder and stamped a foot. "Hyunjinnie~" he complained. "Let me join you! Don't break my heart." He pouted playfully.

Hyunjin blinked a look of confusion in his eyes. It was clear that he had thought Changbin was there to flirt with his Felix. But here he was teasing him instead.

"Get off-" hyunjin grumbled, but he didn't actually feel that angry. If anything he was just curious and flattered now.

"Must escape!" He started hauling Felix across the room who shouted his enjoyment.

Changbin caught up to them at last and an idea popped into his head.

What better way to get closer to someone than cuddling up under the blankets?

"Hyunjinnie, jinnie. Can I join you please."

Hyunjin finally gave in with a slight eyeroll.

After a few more piggy back ride laps, Felix slid off hyunjin's back and onto the floor. He brushed hair out of his handsome face. Eyes piercing right through him directly to his core.

"Hyunnie. How can you carry me so easy?" He blinked. "So strong." He murmured, feeling up his arm. Hyunjin grew shy and Changbin flexed demanding attention as well.

Felix feeled up his arms longer than hyunjin. Because I have so much more to feel. He boasted silently.

Changbin grinned he was already having a lot of fun messing around with these two boys. The most interesting part of this new dynamic he had created is each boy brought out a completely different side of himself.

Hyunjin made him work harder with his snarky remarks and eyeroll. while all Felix had to do was breathe and Changbin would find him endearing,

He grabbed each boys hand and ran his thumbs over their knuckles. "Let's watch a movie together. At my place." He offered smoothly.

Hyunjin looked slightly confused but Felix lit up immediately.

"Blanket cuddles are the best kind." He informed hyunjin who grew increasingly shy with the remark.

"If Felix is in then I'm down." He agreed.

Changbin smirked. "Here's my number. Call me tonight if you don't have plans."

Pretty soon it was only him and Bangchan left in the

Room. The leader had seen the whole exchange.

"Why did you invite them to our house?" He asked curiously. Three racha were already living together long before the other members were chosen.

Changbin shrugged. "Movie. Is there a problem?" He asked sarcastically.

Bangchan narrowed his eyes. "But the couch is so small!" He spluttered.

Changbin wasn't phased.

"That's the point mr Chan."

Bangchan folded his arms

What am I going to do with all these boys?

#minsung #stray k #stray kids #secretcrush #changlix #hyunlix #changjin #hyunbin #jeongmin

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Hi! Firstly I love your blog and all your research posts, I find them such good overviews on dress history topics I'm not familiar with. I was wondering if you had any information on lacing throughout history? Like when it was used on different kinds of clothing (not just corsets and similar) and what style of lacing would have been used. I know this is very specific so understandable if it can't be done. Thank you!

Thank you so much!! It really makes me happy to hear that people get use and enjoyment from my history ramblings! :D

This is an interesting question and it relates very closely with the history of supportive undergarments (which I am working a post about, but I'm still in research phase so it will be a while). I won't guarantee this will be exhaustive answer, there's probably some types of garments I don't know use lacing and some I miss and remember next week at the middle of the night. I'm focusing on women's clothing to narrow down the massive topic, but to be clear men's fashion utilized lacing too to create fashionable figures, including in men's corsetry. A fair warning, this post kinda blew out of proportion.

Lacing in Western Fashion History

So lacing is a closure method and pretty interesting one, because it has room for adjustments. If we think of other closure methods like buttons, zippers etc, you can't adjust them on the go. The obvious benefit is the ability loosen or tighten it with the changing body thorough day and between them and also fit it much more easily to another body. The other and perhaps much more significant benefit is that it can be used to tighten the bodice of a garment to be supportive for the bust, which has been it's primary usage across western fashion history.

Here's my little sketch about the most common historical lacing methods.

A - spiral lacing with symmetrical eyelets B - spiral lacing with asymmetrical eyelets C - ladder lacing D - standard lacing E - cross lacing.

There's some drawbacks to it too, since it's also slower than any other closure method. Spiral lacing though is the most simplest and quickest one, which is perhaps why it was so much used thorough history.

Bliaut

Before Middle Ages and mostly thorough early parts of it, a lot of closure methods weren't popularized around Europe. Pins and brooches were the go to method and they had pretty limited use. Tailoring hadn't been developed either so clothes were made of simple cuts and were loose so they would be able to get on and off.

A side note: There were some examples of fitted garments in ancient times but I don't know enough about them or how they were fitted.

Bliaut was a tunic type overdress used by all genders in the French influence area in early Middle Ages, from around 11th to 13th century, when it fell out of fashion. In 12th century for women it became the quintessential "medieval dress" with fitted bodice, often wide long sleeves and a girdle at waist. To be clear the bodice seemed to have been also fitted for men.

There's not really a lot of info on how exactly it was constructed and there has been a lot of debate around it, but it was fitted with lacing on the side. One of the most famous example depicting the 12th century bliaut is a statue in a wall of Angers Cathedral from circa 1200. It's very detailed example showing the lacing.

Tailoring still hadn't been developed yet, and it's theorized the bodice was rectangular, which is why the result wasn't smoothly fitted bodice but very wrinkled one. It's a little hard to make out, but it seems they used spiral lacing with symmetrical eyelets.

Soon after though bliaut went out of fashion in France influenced area and was replaced with much more loose styles till the 14th century.

Kirtle

Kirtle has many names, including cotte and cotehardie, which are sometimes used interchangeably, sometimes to refer to specific areas or periods, but I'll use only kirtle for ease. It also started as a loose garment for all genders. In 14th century tailoring was popularized and lacing made a comeback and so during the century kirtle became a formfitting supportive garment. Sometimes kirtle was closed with buttons, but that seems to be more popular for men's kirtles. Lacing or buttons were also used in sleeves to make them very form fitting too.

Here's an Italian painting from 1385-90. This style of kirtle with smooth front seemed to be popular around western Europe at the time. They either had lacing on side or back. I haven't seen a lot of paintings from the time where the lacing is shown, but it's probable they are using at least a lot of spiral lacing. Kirtle is also starting to become more of an undergarment as houppelande becomes fashionable as an overgarment at the end of the century.

15th century popular painting style is becoming more detailed, which is nice because they'll show the lacing. Front lacing in kirtle is popular, but you also see a lot of side lacing. Spiral lacing is still probably the most common style of lacing in paintings, but there's also cross lacing and ladder lacing, as in the painting below, which is from 1475-80.

At the time (and sometimes already in 14th century) lacing was also used to add detachable sleeves. It made it probably easier to use the kirtle as an undergarment too. In late 15th century Italy (and to some extent German speaking area too) they took this idea to it's logical endpoint and made elaborate sleeves with tons of lacing and the shift bulging under it. The below example is a detail from 1493-96 painting.

Bathhouse dress

Aside from kirtle there was another laced garment, often called the bathhouse dress. The example below is from 1389, but they appeared in art as late as 16th century. They are depicted pretty much exclusively in bathhouse context, so it's possible it was a garment solely for bathhouse use. They are seen specifically in Central European art and most famously in Bohemian art, but also Austrian and High German. I have seen suggestions too that it was used as supportive shift too, and it's possible it was a supportive garment specific to that area. There were many different cuts of this type of dress, but the lacing seems to be either at the frond or the side.

Boned bodices and pair of bodies

In earlier centuries kirtle was sometimes interlined with heavier fabric, but in 16th century it became very structured. They used heavy stiffened fabrics and increasingly towards the end of the century a lot of boning too. Pair of bodies as a separate garment from a supportive bodice was also born.

During Renaissance the variety of styles of clothing gets really out of hand. Kirtle would stay in working class use as far as 17th century, but upper classes transition towards more elaborate dresses that are far removed from the kirtle. During the latter half of 17th century working class would start to use separate pair of bodies and petticoats, before bodies would transition into stays around 1680s. Here's an example of a boned working class kirtle from 1626 with lacing on back side.

Every gown would utilize lacing, but often it wouldn't be seen in fashionable clothing. It could be very subtly done or hidden with a stomacher. Stomachers became increasingly popular towards the end of the century. There was still some places where visible lacing was fashionable for upper classes too like Italy (Venice specifically), Germany and Low Countries. And absolutely all kinds of lacing was used.

In Venice particularly there was a very specific style of boned bodices with ladder lacing on the front like in this example from mid 16th century.

In the German speaking area, there was a very much not boned style where a very open bodice was laced in the front most often with spiral lacing, but I've seen examples of ladder lacing too. The example is from circa 1535.

When Baroque hits through in 17th century, fashion becomes more universal and less all over the place like it was in the previous century, but the fundamentals stay the same. Pair of bodies or heavily boned bodices were used and the closure method for these was very much still lacing. For pair of bodies, which could be used as outergarments outside of the formal occasions of upper class, it was usually on display, for bodices the lacing was usually hidden in the back, like in this example from 1660s. Sleeves could be often attached to bodies with lacing when used as outer garments.

The image limit is again the bane of my existence, so I'll continue in a reblog.

#answers #fashion history #historical fashion #fashion #history #historical clothing #historical dress #pair of bodies #undergarments #historical undergarments #lingerie #historical lingerie #lacing #medieval fashion #renaissance fashion #baroque fashion

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carameldippy · 10 months

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ja¡den x ro¡er - fascinating (old)

( 🪻 / 🕷️ ) nsfw draft drabble ★.

(bluejay jaiden 🪽) ★. note: Roier’s

(idk spanish)petting under Jaiden’s wings.

Jaiden’s wings were one of a kind, they were Roier has never seen Jaiden’s wings up close, but for once, with some convincing, she finally let him.

Jaiden’s wings were fascinating- the way that her feathers were all gorgeous, but different colors and shades of blue. Roier leaned forward a bit, his knees pushing deeper into the cushion of the couch, to see Jaiden’s face.

She was not phased- it seemed like she didn’t mind.

Roier leaned back to how he was originally sitting, and he chuckled, saying in a husky voice, “Cálmate, mi amor. Jaiden, relax.”

“Roier, I- I don’t mind. Go for it!” Jaiden cheered, and Roier noticed her wings perked up a bit.

Roier reached forward, and paused, before putting his hands on her feathers. He was nervous, and didn’t want to hurt her. Eventually, he let his hands embrace Jaiden’s wings.

He began petting her wings, and in response, no sounds. It was soft, and the way some of the feathers felt against Roier’s fingers were different than most textures- it was inexplainable, but in a positive way.

Jaiden grew quieter, and quieter, her wings thrusting and fluttering themselves against Roier’s palms. At one point— Jaiden felt tingles over her body, and shuddered. Roier seemed to have noticed, and he paused, only for him to continue after a brief second.

This feeling was more than different to Jaiden, it had her biting her lip, blushing furiously, and she was nearly starting to become sweaty- oblivious and unknown to Roier.

He kept caressing Jaiden’s wings, until she let back a muffled squeak, and slightly tossed her head back. Her wings were sensitive, and fluffy. Roier just couldn’t stop now, this was a once-in-a-lifetime chance he would get to do this, wasn’t it?

Roier looked at Jaiden’s face, and looked serious at her- taking in and witnessing the embarrassing reaction to his touch.

“Jaiden, eres sensible, yo sé eso, pero no puedo parar. Lo siento.”

You're sensitive, I know that, but I can't stop. I'm sorry.

It was stimulating Jaiden- she became annoyed instantly, frustrated about the weird tingly feeling, and why it felt so, utterly and embarrassingly good. She was becoming obsessed with the way Roier glided his fingers gently pressing, and petting the wings- under and outer…

“Roier-… don’t stop.” She whimpered, instantly regretting she made a sound. Her face was completely red, and she was gripping onto the cushions of their couch to keep still… and not completely squirm.

“Umm- don’t.. don’t you worry, Jaiden.” Roier’s voice cracked, and was his usual squeaky, accented voice. His face wasn’t showing expressions of disgust, but it was more like one is surprise and interest of the other winged-human. She whimpered, and chirped, her face flushed red— multiple thoughts came to her mind. Concerned ones, and other emotions alike. Jaiden just swung her head backwards, and moaned. Her wings sensitively feeling enough pleasure to “satisfy” her.

It didn’t go unnoticed how Jaiden kept whimpering, making sounds just for Roier to hear, and see her writhe in his house. see her underneath himself, squirming and being bratty. …-Loudly.

He was obsessed, too. With everything. He desired.

Pushing her back, so her stomach and chest lies on the cushion of the couch, and her wings perked up. Roier took note her hair did too, Surprisingly and cutely.

He could no longer hide this.

"Jaiden, Jaiden," Roier purred in her ear, and chuckled, "Bobby isn't home."

He smirked. His warm breath against Jaiden's ear making her flush. Jaiden got shivers up her spine as Roier spoke again.

"... You know what that means— Quiero hacerte el amor, toda la noche.~" Roier's squeaky, crackly voice becoming soothing, deeper, and just the thing that made Jaiden feel anticipated, without having to know what he said.

Roier laughed, before grabbing ahold of Jaiden's waist- then wrists. Pinning them onto the couch. Jaiden tossed her head back, bracing herself. Roier just went along, leaning super forward, careful enough not to touch her wings, and planting a kiss her on the cheek.

"I want to make love to you all night, Jaiden. Come, come now."

He kissed her neck, and nibbled on it, making her wings flutter, and face flush red. Nibbling turned to biting- and making harsh hickeys whilst holding onto her slim waist. Jaiden whined— it didn't matter to her what he'd respond. It was Roier's husky voice made her desire more, after all...

Roier chuckled at the birdie's eager gestures, "Sweet, sweet Jaiden, espera pájaro."

Wait, birdie.

Jaiden just lied there patiently, and excited. Roier grinned at the antics of Jaiden, then went back to immediately kissing, caressing, and just overall touching her (and her wings). She and he both giggled. Jaiden sat herself on the couch, infront of Roier.

this is old, short, out of character, and absurd. im so sorry. they are not like this. why did I think this was a good idea 😭. either way i love them sm!!

#proship #poppyblr #dead dove do not eat #poppytwt #🌴🥚#💐twt #💐blr #jaidennsfw

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Cute moment between Miles and Zu

For those reading my Quaritch story on Ao3, I know you miss Zu! That's why I put this flashback in the most recent chapter. To tide you all over. You will see her again really soon. AND you will soon see some really awesome art of her and Miles that I've commissioned 👀 (There's some art of Zu that I've done on my page, if you want to see what she looks like. Pinned and if you scroll down a bit.)

Story spoilers!

[Recent Flashback when the four were waiting for Phase 2 of their mission to kill Jake Sully, after they had already threatened Mo’at and set the C-4 at the Tree of Souls]

The four were resting in their minimalist camp in the forest floor of the Hallelujah Mountains for the evening and the sun was setting soon. They really had no major tasks while they waited for the third day where they’d finally get Jake Sully’s traitor ass. So they all just relaxed, cleaned weapons, gathered and subtly cooked food, and had light, rotating watch shifts. Lyle had practiced speed field stripping various types of the weapons they had brought along, and Mansk found himself reading on a small pocket-sized tablet he had brought. He was trying to identify some of the flora around them. He was reading Grace Augustine's famed textbook on Pandoran botany.

Miles decided to disassemble and clean his WASP revolver, his favorite weapon. For fun and for boredom really. He sat down, legs crossed on his long sleeping pad, shaded under the large, green understory leaves and leaned over and began to disassemble his sidearm on the flat foam pad in front of him. Zu, who was taking in the unique sights and sounds of this forest compared to those of her volcanic archipelago, saw her mate sit on the sleeping pad, focus in his eyes, and went over to watch him. She sat down at the end of his sleeping pad, gripping both of her knees, watching him sweetly, her tail curly lightly, the extra long furry tuft at the end moving loosely, brushing the grass.

Miles glanced up at her and smiled, catching her orange eyes which looked reddish orange under the shade of the leaves above them, then looked back down at his task with focus. He was trying to hold in his smile as he worked, knowing that she was looking intensely at what he was doing, and at him. Zu had not seen how this type of weapon was disassembled when helping the Marines to train her people’s warriors on Sky People weapons. Only M69 AR’s and the Hydra machine guns, so this was interesting to her.

“This is your favorite weapon, My-ulls?” Zu asked in Na’vi.

“Indeed it is. I also like my knife.” he said in English, kindly, not looking up from what he was doing. Zu rolled her eyes, frustrated at him not speaking Na’vi as she demanded of him for the next few days, but at least he indicated that he fully understood what she said regardless. And she wasn’t going to press him to speak Na’vi at this moment given the focus he had on his task, and she also wanted to know more.

Zu replied in English, “It is so small. Why do you not like the big ones? Mansk likes the big ones.” Zu asked, nonchalantly.

Mansk heard this and for the first time that Zu had ever heard, he actually said, “Oorah.” Even Miles and Lyle were surprised at this, and Lyle heard what Miles said, “Oh yeah he does. Get some,” to Mansk in a mocking way. Mansk smirked and rolled his eyes.

Miles chuckled and said, “Well, I’d like to think it’s not the size that matters, it’s how you use it,” he said cheekily, winking at her, but humorously knowing full she would have no understanding of the innuendo he was making. He chuckled to himself. Lyle and Mansk were grinning. Zu tilted her head slightly at this– at his wink combined with the statement, and the clear amusement that the three had which she didn’t understand. She looked like a confused kitten with her head tilted. Miles grinned when he saw this, thinking this was just the cutest damned thing, and he went back to re-assembling his weapon. His tail curling behind him in a pleased manner.

Zu chimed in casually after a moment and said, “I like my spear. It is bigger than the blades that many of my people use. Better reach.”

“And you wield it marvelously , my dear.” he said, sincerely and looked up to her with a suave facial expression. Remembering full well how she kicked his ass with hers and how positively hot he found that.

Zu looked down, blushing. This man, her mate, who she was already so intimate with could still make her blush. Just thinking about this fact made her blush more and her tail softly curled to side in a C-shape. Miles caught her blush and her tail and he pressed his lips together, trying to hold down his smile.

Miles was now in the final stages of reassembling his weapon. After a few more clicks, insertions, and attachments, he held up the cleaned and reassembled WASP revolver in his right hand, locked eyes with Zu, a bold grin on his face, and slapped the clip in. Zu’s eyes widened slightly with excitement, her tail flicking upwards. Something about seeing him do this she found so very attractive. Miles then placed his revolver to the side and looked at his watch.

Zu then asked, “My-ulls why do you look at that so much?”

Miles replied, “It’s my watch, it tells–”

“Yes, yes I know. It tells you when in the day it is. But why do you need to know when among obvious moments? We have sunrise. We have eclipse. We have sunset. Is that not enough?” she asked, curiously.

Miles just looked at her and thought for a moment. She made a solid point… for people who lived a village life. But of course it is important to more discreetly count down the time between and within these big moments. He thought. Though he was military-oriented.

He said, “Well, what if I want to know how long it is until eclipse? Or the evening. How much time I have left to do something?” he posited to her.

“Can you not tell, My-ulls?” Zu pressed.

Miles was amused. Zu was just sitting here flexing her natural Pandoran circadian rhythm over him.

“No. Not all of us can be experts on Pandoran day night cycles, Princess.” he said with a cheeky snark.

Zu then looked down with a smirk, still holding her knees while sitting. Her tail curling quickly. Mischievously. Then she looked back up to him and said, “Well My-ulls. Night is coming soon. Do you want to know how I know that? Because the sun is setting.” Zu said with a mocking tone looking up to the canopy, the golden rays of evening light scattering through.

Miles pulled his lips back in a grin, biting his lower lip with his upper arch of teeth and then quickly lunged at her from his sitting position, catching her off guard and grabbed her to bring her back into his body, Zu screamed out with surprise, laughing, playfully trying to push him off and escape the clutches of his huge arms and hands.

Miles said, “You smart-ass.”

Zu gave him a playful snarl.

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