#<- i don't want it to appear in the main tag of the character but you know...

[jibanyans-chocobar]

Yeah Sasuke ur her husband and all but.

INO DID THE FOREHEAD POKE THINGY FIRST 🗣️🗣️🗣️‼️‼️‼️

[venice-1987]

An annoying phenomenon I've noticed

Alternatively: Whatever you do, don't go onto the TDP reddit

(Alternatively, let people ship things)

[screen-universe-official-thingie]

Actress says hello!

Lusamine's actress says hello. Say hi :} (which one? it's game version. You can tell from the cubic fingies) Body horror go bbbbrrrr

I'm brain rotting about the actress/Skinwalker teratoma OC para thing trapped in the flesh of a pokemon character so hard that I have to make at least one doodle of her outside of the skinsuit.

Look at her gooooo. Isn't she normal :}

Ok, but seriously, even though it does hurt whenever she's in this state or outside of the skin suit, she does look cute when at least half peeled. I think it's the big, hallow eyes in the species's design giving her that effect.

Yes, the doodle has been inspired by this one Pintrest repost of a Tumblr post

[ask-the-druggieverse]

So Dreamberry is confirmed. Are there any other ships that are canon in ATDV?

I'm gonna list the main ones in ATDV, background ships like Undyne x Alphys, or Classic!MMM x Fell!MMM won't be listed sense they're background ships / aren't the main focus

ErrorInk -> My No.1 ship, Queer Platonic or Romantic I don't care I just really love Destroyer x Creator...

Tragic CrossMare (R.I.P Cross)

WikiBill404 (Mandatory/Guilty favorite/forever my OT3)

- I will GUSH over WikiBill404, Bill404 sure but it's always so sad seeing Wiki left out (mainly because this ship is... really really new and came as a crack ship between me and my oomf JFGBDFGB)

(F?)Dr(M/NB)Ink (???Verse specifically) -> Lowkey I think I might make this Dream a girl to help separate ???Verse with Druggieverse

DanceLust (?) -> It's complicated....

AfterDeath (ReaperGeno)

AxeCchiato(HorrorLust) (T4T) -> Macciato is MTF here btw

FarmerTurnip(Horror) -> I will call any Horror that is shipped with Farmer Turnip all because of my other MAU SOPV where a second Horror ends up meeting Farmer and his first actual food he ate outside of his AU was a turnip, but this blog isn't about SOPV

My bad that I keep on talking about SOPV, I like to think ATDV and SOPV are cousins of some sort that compete with each other for attention SJGBGBF

Yes there are 3 Horror's in ATDV, you've only seen 1 so far, the other 2 I won't show until act 1 ends/we get into an intermission or side story of some sort

Depends on the route chosen

KillerColor

Won't spoil / I can't say for certain / Or left for interpretation

GreaserFresh

HorrorDust

GothCuit -> Goth's crushing but this ship is not important at all to the story

CcinoLight(Mare) -> There's a second Nightmare named Moonlight....... R.I.P Ccino,

Insomniac Detective (EpicLight(Mare)) -> this one came entirely as a crackship, Unsure if I want them to be canon or not, so right now it's up to you,

[beevean]

I feel in a very generous mood, and after I talked about how much Lenore fails as a character, I wanted to for once praise the few times when she was pretty well written for who she was meant to be, a professional abuser, liar and manipulator with excellent strategies to make Hector lower his guard. All of these scenes happen in S3E6, for some reason: before and after, she's actually rather sloppy and in your face, and only succeeds because Hector was lobotomized by the writer lol. But this episde is what I mean when I say she had potential.

First, the part where Lenore "offers" the leash:

Lenore: Now then, would you like to go for a walk? Bit of fresh air in the starlight? Hector: I think I would, yes. Lenore: Good. Sadly, there's a condition. *shows leash* Hector: Oh. Lenore: Not my idea. Striga insisted. It should be quite comfortable. She just wanted a little extra security. Hector: You're ten times stronger than I am, Lenore. Lenore: Striga pointed out that you're a magician. And you do want to go for a walk, so… would you mind?

So.

Lenore kickstarts the episode with some fresh humiliation, because she has no time to waste. She jokes that Hector is now walking "on his hind legs" and looks "almost human", jokes again that she dressed up Hector so that his dick won't be stolen by birds, and asks him to smile in the face of his embarrassment like a creepy old man harassing a waitress.

This is the prelude to her downright falling into sexual abuse, which is this entire part.

The request is obviously unfair. Hector has been cooped up in his stagnant cell for what could be weeks, so it's only natural that he would enjoy some fresh air. But in order to get that basic comfort, Hector has to accept being treated like a literal dog for no good reason. And his braincell does activate for a moment, as he points out that yes, there is no good reason to force a leash on him, because Lenore sure showed him how strong and fast she is:

There is no way Hector would even attempt to run away, not when he has no tools at his disposal, he's starved and weakened, the castle is full of other vampires, and Lenore could snap his ankles in a second Annie Wilkes style.

But Lenore is undeterred. First, she says that it was Striga's idea. It's still ambiguous if she was sincere or not: Striga couldn't give less of a fuck about Hector and shows no reaction when, later in the episode, she sees the two on the balcony. That being said, the fact that she is the one complaining, in E8, that Lenore is taking Hector "on fucking walkies" implies that yes, Lenore lied and mentioned the queen who was less likely to bother Hector. As a bonus, she doesn't blame Carmilla, despite her being the first one who put Hector on a leash as he himself points out later on, therefore creating a precedent, because Hector already has beef with Carmilla, and Lenore is aiming to make him get over his resentment. Hence, the name of a vampire he does not care about. (although, logically, Morana would have been better because Striga will have to work closer to Hector once he starts to supply an army, but eh, I guess even Lenore forgot about her lol)

But whoever had the idea doesn't matter, actually. What matters is that Lenore is shifting the blame on someone else. "Oh, I'm so sorry, I wouldn't do this to you, but I'm a poor little girl and I had no choice 🥺 blame her, not me, I'm just the cute princess obeying superior orders 🥺". And since Hector doesn't know Striga at all, and she has no intention of talking to him, he can believe that. She also subtly blames Hector, because well, he wanted to go on a walk, and she's just giving him what he wanted! He should be grateful, really!

Naturally, this excuse falls flat on its face because even if Striga was the one who suggested the leash for "extra security", it's Lenore who decided to make a sexual game out of it. She is the one who has expressed multiple times her attraction to Hector, first by kissing him after beating him to a pulp, and then by playing some more "genuine" compliments during the interrogation - as genuine as they can be after she spent the entire interrogation making him realize how much of a dumbass he was. She didn't need to do any of this. She's having fun for her own amusement, lording her power over Hector.

(mhh, Lenore using sexual abuse for no reason? It's almost like it's a pattern :) it's almost like being a rapist is in her character :) )

On top of this, notice how hypocritical she's being. Lenore is often treated as inferior to the other three, like she's just a silly girl sitting among adults and not one of the important queens. She clearly resents this, to the point of, as linked above, beating Hector to a pulp when he too underestimated her. But here? She'll gladly pretend Striga is her superior and he has no other choice but to comply with her request. Now that it's convenient to her, she'll happily play the part of the powerless little princess in a den of evil queens :)

But she's not done! Because at Hector's "You're ten times stronger than I am", Lenore retorts (again blaming Striga, because she has to look blameless) that he's a magician. This is a profoundly stupid excuse because Hector is not a magician, he's a Forgemaster who can't do shit without a forging tool: if he were a "magician" like, say, Sypha or the one who brainwashed an entire village, Lenore would already be a pile of ashes. But again, logic doesn't matter: what matters is that Hector is painted like the real threat to Lenore, the one who has the power to hurt her and not the other way around. See, she's just trying to protect herself from the mean Forgemaster, poor thing! This comes into play later.

Now, were Hector a stubborn person who valued his own dignity, this would be the moment where he'd show Lenore the middle finger and resign himself to staying in the stagnant cell. But Hector is not stubborn. Hector doesn't care about his own dignity and honor: he wants to feel safe and cared for. Plus, Lenore has already beaten him at the first sign of defiance: how does he know that she wouldn't punish him again if he refused her proposal? Even just by taking away the few "gifts" she had given him. So, powerless and too weakened to put up a mental fight, he caves in, because he's willing to give away his humanity for a few minutes of comfort and pretending Lenore is taking care of him.

Before I move on, I need to point out the half-clever, half-frustrating ironic echo the "magician" line gets in S4E6 that almost redeems it:

This is what in a vacuum I would call a big dick move lol. How delightfully sassy it is for Hector, after getting his heart broken and biding his time by coddling his abuser's feelings, to throw Lenore's excuses back in her face to put her in a position of helplessness! Oh, he can't be trusted because of his powers, and that was the reason he was treated like a dog and had a slave ring brute forced onto his hand when he would have willingly agreed to becoming Lenore's pet? Well, then Lenore was a giant idiot for trusting him after raping him into slavery and believing he would be harmless and happy with her, right? :)

(it would have been better if they used the exact word again, but whatever, nitpick)

Sadly I can't be fully happy with this scene because, despite his satisfied smirk shown here, Hector isn't really getting back at Lenore for the disgusting way she treated him, but he's instead trying his best to protect her with no malice in his heart, as shown when Isaac arrives and as shown by how he apologizes before trapping her. The parallel between Lenore "protecting" Hector by ruining his life because of her selfishness and Hector returning the favor is obvious, but it's as unsatisfying as possible, because by now the story wants us to feel sorry for Lenore, and Hector's gesture is meant to be tragic, not the rightful comeuppance. Also, due to how wishy-washy the worldbuilding is, I really can't tell if Hector deliberately used the wrong word as a reference to make Lenore really feel bad for her past actions (unlikely, given how he forgave her of everything, but a girl can dream), or if he's seriously calling himself a wizard, which even in the context of the show is very wrong and would be yet another way the animated franchise has watered down the concept of Devil Forging.

That being said, I can ignore the rest of the episode and pretend Hector was being snarky against his abuser 💖 I don't care if it's OOC and it's not like Hector to be this spiteful 💖 go king 💖

After this digression, back to S3E6, before Lenore became a woobie love interest and was still a vile manipulator.

I talked about this scene here, and mostly said that it was wasted potential for Lenore's final act in S4 for multiple reasons. But, for the purpose of this post, it is another nice attempt at manipulation, even if it's a basic "look how nice this place is! You'll enjoy it every night if you'll work for us!". Symbolically, it could be seen as Lenore dragging Hector away from humanity and towards the world of vampires... which would be poignant if Hector didn't start already as someone who turned his back against mankind in favor of vampires and hasn't budged from his beliefs. But eh, I get the idea, and it can be seen as foreshadowing to Lenore allowing Hector free roam of the castle once he becomes her pet. It sure is a nice gilded cage, isn't it?

Then, we have the scene on the balcony:

Lenore: Does it hurt? Hector: No. It just reminds me of the last time someone put a collar on me. Lenore: In Braila? Hector: When Carmilla almost killed me. Lenore: Well, she does have a temper. But she would never have meant to kill you. Hector: No. Because she needs me to be her forgemaster slave. Lenore: No, because if she'd meant to kill you, you would quite simply be dead. Hector: Hmph. Lenore: And if she'd meant to torture you, you would have arrived here carrying your guts in both hands with a spike up your arse. Hector: I suppose that's true. I mean, I can see her doing it. In nightmares and such. Lenore: She does have a temper, but she's logical. She never lets it run away with her to the point of, oh, I don't know, condemning the entire human race to death? Just a recent example of what being genuinely insane with murderous rage looks like. Hector: All right. Lenore: You may not have been treated like a boy king on your way here, but you did show up alive. Hector: Might have been nice, though. Lenore: Have you considered that you're only alive because you listened to Carmilla back in Dracula's castle? Hector: I hadn't. She tricked me. Lenore: I don't think she did. I think she made complete sense to you, and you felt guilty, understandably, about how it all played out. Hector: She made me betray Dracula. Lenore: No, she didn't. She showed you the old man was insane, and she saved you from the consequences. Nobody here wants to harm you. We just don't quite trust you yet. Hector: Trust me? Lenore: You did try to hurt me, Hector.

I still don't know why I can't find a clip of this part. With how crucial it is to their development (and you know, shippers would get a kick out of seeing the peggable boy leashed by the dommy mommy having a cute bonding moment), you'd think there'd be plenty of videos.

Nevertheless, this is the only time Lenore disgusted me in an intentional way, which I appreciate. His character development on stall, Hector has no moral qualms about working for vampires who want to turn humans into livestock, but he is still angry at Carmilla for tricking, beating and imprisoning him, understandably so. She is the only reason Hector still hasn't accepted Lenore's proposal: he doesn't want to work for her out of spite. So what does Lenore do with her amazing diplomacy skills? Launch herself into some pristine abuse apologism, the likes of which are only paralleled by Lenore stans themselves, using every excuse in the book to downplay Carmilla's brutal, sadistic beatdown of Hector, because oh, she just has a temper! Oh, it was just a one time thing! Oh, she saved your life nonetheless, even if you were treated less than royally! Oh, but Dracula was even more insane, so you can't be mad at Carmilla, she was just trying to help!

She's hitting every point possible to make Hector give up his grudge, because who cares about how he was treated, he's alive now, right? He should be grateful that he was "rescued" from Dracula's insanity, shouldn't he? Which is very similar to Lenore's overall attitude, like when she lowkey implied that she was the only one in the castle willing to treat Hector nicely after brutally beating him into submission :)

And as the cherry on top, she is blaming him for that, too! Hector tried to hurt her, the meanie, so really, no wonder he's being treated like a dog! No one wants to hurt him, she swears, it's just that these four super strong vampires are scared of this human prisoner! And if Lenore beat him to a pulp the other day (not that she is directly mentioning it, of course, the accent is on how he tried to hurt her), well, it's all his fault, so he can't complain. Mhh, reminds me of another scene where Lenore downplays her disgusting actions by shaming Hector...

Goodness, but Lenore must have gotten a degree in abuse apologism with flying colors! Look at that flawless DARVO! She would be a brilliant portrayal of a self-centered piece of shit who refuses to take responsibility, if I knew it was all intentional!

I also like that, near the end, when she's rebuking Hector's protests, for once she doesn't sound insufferably smug, but like she is patiently correcting a stubborn child making him reason. This is much better than her usual tone of voice that can only be described as "I get wet at seeing you humiliated", and not just because it's less grating on the ears: she is supposed to sound trustworthy and well-meaning, emotionally comforting Hector and not making fun of him. This is the tone she should have had from day one. It also would have helped distinguishing her and not making her sound like Carmilla 2.0, BDSM patch included.

The rest of the sequence speaks for itself. Lenore gives Hector a bigger cell (with added symbolism of her tugging his leash to lead him to it, showing that she is forcing all these comforts on him), complete with a book about vampires that he might find interesting, and engages in yet some more sexual play by removing the collar in the most erotic way possible for the joy of the shippers and the thirsty fans. But I want to focus on two things.

One, the book.

When it came to convincing Hector that nighttime is better than daytime, thus the vampire world is better than the human world, I said it was redundant because Hector already feels closer to the former than the latter. This, however, is a much better way to lure him in: Lenore is welcoming Hector even further in their world - or rather, her world. She is sharing their knowledge, the secret knowledge lost by humans and preserved by vampires, much like when during their walk she flaunted the castle's hypocaust that keeps the cells warm ignore that it's normally kept lit by slaves, giving us some unintentionally clever foreshadowing. In E8, Hector is genuinely fascinated by it:

Lenore's strategy of "humanizing" her race, and thus herself and the council so that Hector won't be scared, is pretty obvious but efficient. It's a shame that it's redundant because Hector has no prejudices, nor has he shown any, against vampires (because that would have created conflict between him and Lenore's plan): but hey, better be safe than sorry, right? In a way, it's a continuation of Lenore's abuse apologism, when she tried her best to paint Carmilla as a logical person "with a temper", and not as a violent beast to be scared of. "I keep telling you, we're not monsters." Because if we act like monsters, it doesn't come natural to us, the civilized species that we are, so you must have done something to provoke it :)

Most importantly, this really hits one of Hector's weakest spots: feeling appreciated for his talents. It's all but said that the reason he feels more comfortable around vampires is because they mostly value him for his Devil Forging and necromancy, unlike humans who chased him away for that. For a human being who feels no connection to mankind, being offered a peek into vampire culture must have felt a honor.

Lenore giving him that book "given his profession" shows that she's meeting him on his level, and she doesn't simply see him as a tool like Carmilla, but someone whose blasphemous knowledge is respectable and worth nurturing. She didn't need to do that: Hector is already a genius in Devil Forging, so it's not for him to study to become more efficient. But it's basically a kind gift based on his interests.

But the really brilliant line is this one:

The levels of mindfuckery here!

Lenore coerced Hector into wearing a dog collar and leash for the simple purpose of walking around, making him feel like it was his fault he had to be treated that way, and all for the purpose of gaslighting him into forgiving Carmilla for hurting him. And after that gratuituous display of power over him, she is acting like they just went on a date and she is sheepishly asking permission for another one. (There is no clip, but the tone sounds soft and honestly grateful, too, like he's really doing her a favor.)

This is the exact same strategy of blaming Striga for the leash. She's passing the responsibility onto someone else: Hector, in this case. Lenore is pretending Hector has any power over their encounters. She's just a poor girl who wants to spend quality time with him, but she would never intrude upon his space without permission 🥺 even thought she just literally did by nearly kissing him while taking away the collar before he could ever express any interest in her 🥺 no, really, she leaves the choice up to him 🥺 (so that everything that follows will be his fault, obviously)

But Lenore doesn't just delude Hector into feeling like he has control right after stripping it from him: the point is, naturally, making him feel wanted. Not just as a thing to play with, because otherwise Lenore can just visit him whenever she pleases, but as a person worthy of respect. She likes spending time with him, and she demurely asks if he too wants to see her - and after popping a boner after her little stunt being lovebombed like that, of course Hector can't say no. Not after feeling genuinely cared for as a person, his biggest weak point.

How nice, after their rough start, they're finally developing a relationship of equality and respect despite their circumstances!

This is what Lenore should have been since the beginning. Wearing the mask of the demure little girl whom others make fun of, who is completely harmless (unless the other person deserves it), really, her hands are tied but she always tries her best, look at her gifts made from her pure kindness of heart! And subtly but constantly snipering at Hector's heart, sensing the chinks in his armor and pouncing on them like only a consummate liar and inherent predator can do. Not smugness, not humiliation, not sexual molestation: the believable lie of love and affection, targeted to someone who would sell his soul to taste those crumbs.

Or worse, the other interpretation is that this isn't even malicious lying at all. Now sure, Lenore can't spend one second in S3 without that obnoxious smirk on her face because she's just enjoying so much taking advantage of the power she has over her prisoner, and sure, I have proof that the ring was a pointless act of cruelty that nullifies all her hard work... but who says every word out of her mouth is a lie meant to harm and psychologically break Hector? Maybe it's just 90% of them! Maybe she's genuine when she shows attraction to Hector, and compliments him, and is happy when gets "permission" to see her again because it also makes her feel wanted (after all, Lenore's priority is feeling good about herself). Maybe she does care about him and she was earnest when she tried to "comfort" Hector after raping him into slavery - oh, my bad, into a position of pet... problem is that she is still a vampire, who cannot conceptualize love as humans do, and sees relationships as inherently unbalanced where she is the one where she has to have all the power. And she's willing to do whatever it takes to gain it, say every lie that comes to her fangs, twist every word, shift every ounce of blame, as long as it's for her pet's own good. Because that's what vampires do.

It's a shame those are the only instances Lenore is well written as a villain, because man, the depths of the realistic, relatable horror displayed in one episode are staggering and well conveyed. And most of this behavior is still carried into S4! ... completely by accident, which ignites my fury like few things.

She could have been a great, viscerally repulsive villain and an accurate depiction of an abuser who truly thinks she's in the right, and not just mere masturbation fodder. Now, if only Hector was written with more spine than a beached jellyfish...

[discjude]

whatever afterlife exists in SGE must be the funniest shit ever imagine being some Jaunt Jolie peasant who gets a little too in the way of the Snake and dying only to see The Literal School Master cheering the Snake on. Imagine dying of like cholera or something and taking a little Ghost Vacation to Camelot and seeing the King of Camelot - who's dead, apparently - beating the shit out of some random other boy with weird eyes. imagine how flesh and blood went down. Do you think they all had popcorn for that

[mizuki-foreshadowing]

If I've never read a word of project sekai would I hypothetically be able to read your fanfic? Would I be lost and confused

Yep, you'd be able to read it! I try and explain things as I go. A lot of the time I'll purposefully leave out or downplay things that are important in the canon because they aren't important in the fic. The point of view character is very oblivious/unreadable so it works.

One thing I do try to play around with is familiarity. I don't try to juggle honorifics, but I try to do interesting things with when a character is refered to by first name or last name. Knowing when the same person is being refered to may be tricky, but I think that's it.

[maester-cressen]

top 5 asoiaf ships

Taking this ask and combining it with the current asoiaf ships tier list :)

Nothing inside each tier is in order except for Sansan and Braime sharing the #1 spot. They are canon to me and that's what matters <3

Ships/dynamics that weren't in this tierlist and where I would put them:

1st tier: Asha/Qarl, Bran/Shireen, Daenerys/Daario, Sam/Gilly

2nd tier: Danyrion, Sanrion, Jaime/Catelyn, Roose/Catelyn

3rd tier: Tyrion/Penny, Robb/Daenerys, Tyrion/Catelyn, Ilyn/Jaime

5th tier: Loras & Jaime, Renly & Jaime (both of these should remain platonic IMO but are very interesting)

There's definitely more, but these are the ones I remember right now lol

Explaining ahead some Controversial OpinionsTM:

If something is in "neutral" it means I either don't care about the characters involved in them, never consumed any kind of fan content involving them or don't really have an opinion on the dynamic. For example, I never once thought to myself "I want to read a fic where Young Griff hooks up with one of the Stark sisters. Or both! Fandom will be fandom!". Sorry!

The 6th tier is for ships I don't ship, but that I still enjoy seeing on my dash. Why? Because the creators are super nice people who where very kind to me during my many phases in the asoiaf fandom. Even if I have a few of my most disliked ships there instead of the 7th tier, I will always enjoy seeing them still thrive. Keep doing you and don't let the haters get to you!

What is on the 7th tier is ships I dislike and actively filter tags for them (the ones that are popular on tumblr and ao3 at least, never encountered something like Oberyn/Sansa in the wild). I never block users for shipping things I don't ship. I only block shippers that I found out are harassing non-shippers or using a ship to bash other characters.

I find the latter particularly obnoxious behavior – if you dislike a character, why bother creating works with them? Dedicate time to the characters & dynamics you enjoy instead of bashing fans. The asoiaf fandom sometimes does this, but I participate in other, bigger offenders of this (the fe3h fandom in its early to mid stages... oh wow)

Sorry for the negative rant at the end, anon! Hope this late answer is good enough!

[dropespeon]

something that fascinates me is the different sorts of aus different fandoms are drawn to. like i see a lot of canon divergent aus for isat, but then with other things like orv it's mostly different settings (classic fantasy aus and such). and then there's whatever the bnha fandom has going on where they just make the protagonist a completely new character

[dearestagonya]

— ✿ TAG DUMP. › JILLIAN NAKAMURA.

— ✿ i'll bring you to life i'm a holy fuck. › jillian's main verse.

— ✿ she’s dropping out of school ‘cause she don’t need the grades the colors in her hair don’t seem to fade. › jillian's high school verse.

— ✿ and all you wanted was somebody who cared. › jillian's yugioh gx verse.

— ✿ you say i'm complicated that i must be out my mind. › yugioh 5ds verse.

— ✿ i’m your biggest fan i’ll follow you until you love me. › jillian's rockstar verse.

— ✿ step right up to watch the freak go crazy. › jillian's naruto verse.

— ✿ she's a novice a beginner i'm the sexorcist the sinner. › jillian's noragami verse.

— ✿ what's wrong with being confident. › jillian's ohshc verse.

— ✿ oh please let me warn them don't you come here don't bring anyone here. › jillian's ancient egypt verse.

— ✿ jillian nakamura. › in character.

— ✿ came from the trauma stayed for the drama. › jillian's aesthetics.

— ✿ i can guide you i can teach you honey this is just a preview. › jillian's headcanons.

— ✿ try to be sexy but don't be too sexual. › jillian's appearance.

[hclyfvckcdaa]

— ✿ tag dump. › JILLIAN NAKAMURA.

— ✿ i'll bring you to life i'm a holy fuck. › main verse.

— ✿ she’s dropping out of school ‘cause she don’t need the grades the colors in her hair don’t seem to fade. › high school verse.

— ✿ and all you wanted was somebody who cared. › yugioh gx verse.

— ✿ you say i'm complicated that i must be out my mind. › yugioh 5ds verse.

— ✿ i’m your biggest fan i’ll follow you until you love me. › rockstar verse.

— ✿ step right up to watch the freak go crazy. › naruto verse.

— ✿ she's a novice a beginner i'm the sexorcist the sinner. › noragami verse.

— ✿ what's wrong with being confident. › ohshc verse.

— ✿ oh please let me warn them don't you come here don't bring anyone here. › ancient egypt verse.

— ✿ jillian nakamura. › in character.

— ✿ came from the trauma stayed for the drama. › aesthetics.

— ✿ i can guide you i can teach you honey this is just a preview. › headcanons.

— ✿ try to be sexy but don't be too sexual. › appearance.

[cheapshrimpysheep]

Dating in a Dream - Epel Felmier

SUMMARY: What would his dream be like, exactly the same as in the original story, but with the small detail that he is dreaming that you two are dating?

CHARACTERS: Epel Felmier x Reader 🍎🦐

TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader; In a Relationship (kinda)

WARNING: Spoilers from Book 7 and Epel’s dream (Eng Server)

WORD COUNT: 1.530 words

COMMENTS: As English is not my first language I asked Gemini for help with Epel's dialect/accent. This was written as a companion piece to the original dream story, so the parts that are the same as the game are just summarized.

I hope you enjoy 🍎

Dating in a Dream: Idia / (Epel) / Rook / Vil / Kalim / Jamil / Floyd / Jade / Azul / ...

“Aether signal tracking successful.” Ortho says when you land in the new dream, along with Grim, Silver and Sebek. “We have arrived at the designated coordinates.”

You're on Main Street, looking around and trying to figure out whose dream it is. That's when you hear abnormally heavy footsteps running and getting closer. You look and see an Epel's head in a body that looks more like Jack's, which made it all the more strange, uncanny, and almost hilarious.

You hear him saying something about being late and that's why he doesn't see your group. Grim was the one who had to shout to get Epel's attention.

“Ah, Grim! (Y/N)! Good morning! And behind you, Ah see... Ortho and some Diasomnia fellas Ah don't hardly know. Ah don't get why y'all're glowerin'.”

“Cease your incessant mumbling!” Sebek says.

“Huh? Ah was just... Ain't you Sebek from Class D? What's yer problem? Y'wanna start somethin' with me, huh?”

Epel approaches Sebek as if he were ready to start a fight, that's when you put yourself between the two of them to ask Epel to wait and say that there's no need for that.

“Oh, they’re yer friends? Sorry babe.”

“W-what did he call (Y/N)?” Grim asked with wide eyes, the same expression as everyone else.

“Hey, since you're here... Ah was goin’ to ma Spelldrive practice. Don't you have cheerleadin' practice too? You always practice with us.”

“C-cheerleading?” You ask.

“Yeah. You probly forgot ‘cause you're always so busy. If you're free, come with me. Ah always play better with you cheerin’ me on.” He smirks at you. “And Ah know how you love seein’ yer boyfriend win another game.”

“BOYFRIEND?!” Everyone said in unison.

“Oh boy.” Idia's voice says through the tablet. “Dude is dreaming that he's some sports team captain who's dating the head cheerleader. So cliché. What did I tell you about his imagination being weak?”

“Epel Felmier. May I make you a few questions?” Ortho asks and Epel agrees. “From what I understand, you and (Y/N) are dating, correct?”

“Ya bet we are!” Epel confirms with a huge smile. “Ain't they just as kind as can be, and as pretty as a picture?” He grabs you by the waist to pull you against him. “Shoot, Ah must be the luckiest guy aroun’!”

“Aww, so sweet.” Idia says. “If I get diabetes after this I'll be sending this guy the bill for my medication.”

“You two really make a very cute couple.” Ortho says to Epel. You didn't know if he was being sincere or sarcastic just to keep the conversation going. “When did you two start dating?”

“Lesse... When was it again? It was after I gained muscle and get this tall. And that was... Uhh... When WAS it? ... Hrk! Mah head... It hurts!”

The dream begins to distort, but when you think Epel is about to wake up, Vil and Rook appear, darkness versions of them.

“I believe it was near the end of winter break when your height surpassed mine, Eple.” Darkness Vil says.

“Oui. And you two started your love affair in the spring.” Darkness Rook complements. “Tellement romantique!”

“Really?” Idia complained again. “You start dating in the spring? How predictable. Were the birds also singing their hearts out when (Y/N) said 'Of course I want to date you, silly' ?”

“Epel.” Darkness Vil speaks again. “You left the dorm rather early today, so why are you standing around shooting the breeze?”

“Ah was on mah way to mornin’ practice when Ah ran into (Y/N) and these other folks...”

“Conversing with friends is indeed a valuable thing, but are you not the Spelldrive club most promising rookie?” Darkness Rook says. “I hear as much all the time from Leona.”

The two darkness figures with the appearance of Vil and Rook continue talking about how Eple is strong and such a talented player that the students of Savanaclaw would like him to ask to transfer to their dorm, but Vil would never allow it because he doesn't want to lose a student like Epel.

“That’s enough idle chitchat.” Darkness Vil says. “Off with you, now, get to your club.”

“Yessir. You coming with me (Y/N)?”

“NO!” You say. “This is not you Epel! You're not this tall, muscular guy. You are a boy with a cute and delicate appearance but a will of steel. We may have never started dating, but the truth is... I like you too Epel. I really do. But not this you, the real you. The Epel who said in SDC that he was going to maximize his weapon and beat Neige with his charm! Did you forget?”

“Epel. Cease listening to those spudlings.” Darkness Vil warns him.

“Yes, indeed. You will never go wrong by heeding Vil, Epel!” Darkness Rook encourages.

“You were finally accepting yourself.” You continue “Finally seeing yourself the way I see you. You were so cool! I was so proud of you!”

The dream world distorts again until Epel breaks and awakens. His body returned to normal, and he was wearing his dorm uniform.

“How could I have forgotten?” Epel says with tears in the corners of his eyes. “I was going to accept the strength only I had, a strength like that poison apple... I swore it that day!”

You feel so happy to see him return to the Epel you know that you can't contain the urge to hug him. He stays still for a second because of the surprise, but right after you feel him returning the hug with affection.

“Oh dear, Epel...” Darkness Vil says horrified. “You look so frail now.”

“Misérables! Your physique towered as high as the Seven jeweled Hills themselves. Where has it gone?”

“You poor thing. That dirty spud have cursed you with a pitiful form. You certainly deserve someone better than them. Come to me instead. I'll restore your brawny beauty.”

“Yes, Vil, that's a marvelous idea! Come, Epel. Join us.”

Epel is silent for a moment. To then tell them that the Rook and Vil he knows would never say those things. And that he would be lying if he said that he didn't wish he could be big and brawny.

“But the strength I want... The brawn I want... The beauty I want... The love I want... That's for ME to decide, and for ME to claim myself! And one more thing... You insult (Y/N) again, and me punchin' yer fake face'll be the least of yer worries, I guarantee it!”

Darkness Vil and Rook tried to convince Epel to choose the dream over reality, but this only angered him even more and made him and the others attack the darkness figures. Epel finishes the fight by using his signature spell on the fake Vil and Rook.

“Hey, Epel! You finally awake?” Grim asks.

“Yeah, my head's clear now. I must've looked like a real doof to you guys, huh?”

They chit chat a little about Epel showing how strong he is for being able to overcome the darkness. Until Grim speaks again to caught Epel's attention with a serious expression and crossed paws.

“Enough chit chat. Epel, I need to sort somethin’ out with you.” Epel looks at Grim puzzledly and Grim points at him with a cute, threatening finger. “What are your intentions with my hench-human?”

Epel practically jumps in place with a panicked expression and flushed cheeks. He opens his mouth to say something, or at least try, but he can barely say a word without stuttering.

“If you need, I can play the audios of what you said so you remember what you could explain first.” Ortho suggests with a look of someone who smiles mischievously.

“NO! REALLY DON’T DO IT!” Epel begs. “Can we just forget about that for now and focus on the real issue here? I don’t even know what's going on. What was up with the fake Vil and Rook? What’s happening?!”

They show the explanatory video to Epel, explain the plan and that he should go with them to the next dream as they would go to another Pomefiore student's dream. He agrees and Ortho creates a dummy version of tall and brawny Epel to stay in that dream so as not to alert Malleus.

“Eugh! Now that I'm looking at it again... How in tarnation did Ah ever think Ah looked cool?!”

“Indeed.” You say. “The real you is so much better.”

He looks at you surprised and flattered.

“R-really?... Huh... hey... sorry about... huh...”

“I like you too, Epel.” You admit.

“You... WHAT?!”

You tell him that the feeling is mutual and everything you like about him. You also talk about how you prefer the real him, rather than that... weird version of him.

“You know, I could cheer for you in a game or two if you want.” You tease him.

“I’m... not gonna lie, I would love that.” He smiles, cutely and excited. He then gains the courage to hug you and kiss you on the cheek.

“PDA Alert!” Idia's voice is heard through the table.

Epel immediately moves away from you, embarrassed for having done it in front of the others.

If you would like to read more from me, you can find it in my pinned post: INDEX

[incorrect-ironwidow]

LETS TALK ABOUT THE AO3 TAGS

Note: this post contains a small spoiler, without context or detail, from Heavenly Tyrant.

So, it came to my attention (and I know many of you have already noticed too), that Iron Widow has several incorrect tags on AO3. I will leave some of the main examples in a print below for those who haven't seen it yet, but in short, the tags in the drop-down menu and those suggested as "official" when you are going to post a new fic appear giving titles to the characters or relating their names in the books to the real names of Chinese historical figures.

@xiranjayzhao, more than once (and even in the Heavenly Tyrant acknowledgments), talked about how the characters, despite having similar names, are not made as a historical reinterpretation, their characters do not seek to be a new, realistic or faithful version of their historical names. Rather, they are inspired by that historical essence, being completely original to the books in which they appear. In other words, it is not right to give them historical titles or relate them to real historical names (as happens with the tags for Qin Zheng and Sima Yi) as if they were new faithful versions of those people.

I opened a ticket with AO3 support to explain the situation. Because, despite knowing that the tags are written by the fandom, just the fact that they are in the drop-down menu and are suggested when posting a new work already makes people feel influenced to use them (it shows that they have more views/are commonly searched/used). I am not sure how long it will take or if they can solve the situation (in fact, please, if there is any volunteer who works with AO3 I would be extremely grateful to hear from you about how we can solve the issue and what the site can do), but I know that avoiding the continued use of these tags can help.

And, that is why I am writing this long post, to talk to you; creators in our fandom!

To ensure that your work has the correct tags and so that our creations do not reinforce a misconception about the books, which the author has said many times was not their intention when writing the characters, we need to change (and start to not use) the tags in the drop-down menu and in the suggestions when the characters have titles and names that were never presented in the books. In other words, for the Iron Triangle tag that reads "Gao Yizhi/Emperor Taizong of Tang | Li Shimin/Empress Tianhou of Zhou | Wu Zetian" change it to "Gao Yizhi|Zhang Yizhi / Li Shimin / Wu Zetian", for the tag that reads "Empress Tianhou of Zhou | Wu Zetian/First Emperor of Qin | Qin Shihuang | Ying Zheng" change it to "Wu Zetian / Qin Zheng", and so on. The same goes for individual tags with character names, choose to write only the name of the character that appears in the book or, if you feel it needs more context, add "(Iron Widow)" after the name (like write "Sima Yi (Iron Widow)" if Sima Yi is a character at your work).

With time and use, I believe this may even influence the correct tags to be suggested and appear in the drop-down menu, making it easier to search for works from our fandom on AO3.

Anyway, if you have any questions about the issue or how to correctly tag your work, don't hesitate to ask, I'm here to help. And, if you want to add more to this discussion, please feel free to use the comments or reblogs!

That's it for now, I can't wait to see all the future content you'll create for Iron Widow/Heavenly Tyrant (especially with our little Valentine's event starting tomorrow)… <3

[venusbyline]

Ecstasy — Aegon II Targaryen.

— summary: His niece needs drugs to keep her academic performance impeccable during her final exams. Aegon only agrees to sell them to her if she has sex with him.

— pairing: drug dealer!Aegon II Targaryen x college student niece!reader

— type: smut, dark, modern AU

— word count: 5.4k

— tags/warnings: DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, female!reader, dark!Aegon II Targaryen, modern AU, Targcest (uncle/niece), dubcon, underage sex, age gap (older man/younger woman), reader is 19 and Aegon is 28, drug dealing, rough sex, corruption kink, threats of rape/non-con, forced kiss, degradation, manipulation, choking kink, fingerfucking, pussy slapping, orgasm denial, oral sex (male receiving), deepthroating, butt slapping, hair-pulling, spit kink, spit as lube, vaginal sex, missionary position, overstimulation, dacryphilia, dumbification, squirting, cum shot, cum licking, nipple licking, dubcon somnophilia, aftercare, cuddling and snuggling, reader is Jacaerys' twin sister, minor Aemond Targaryen/Helaena Targaryen, implied younger brother/older sister incest, minor Daeron Targaryen/reader. no use of y/n, english is not my first language.

— author's notes¹: This one-shot was based on a very creative anon ask I received here on Tumblr (tysm sweetie 😭😭) about specific modern!Aegon scenarios and inspired by the appearances of other Tom Glynn-Carney's characters. In "Ecstasy", Aegon looks like the character Sean (Doing Money).

— author's notes²: I consider it "underage sex" because the reader is 19 years old and in MY MIND the story takes place in the US (which means she's not of legal age yet). But the country and city aren't said during the story, so you can imagine that however you want and maybe not consider that as underage sex.

— crossposting: AO3

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"Auntie Hel isn't home?"

Aegon took the joint he was smoking out of his mouth, pressing it a little hard between his forefinger and thumb due to the slight fright he had just felt. The smoke got stuck in his lungs and he had to cough four times to be able to breathe properly again.

Having his bedroom door open so suddenly was already unusual in itself — considering that his siblings always avoided entering there without knocking first, apprehensive about witnessing their eldest brother fucking random girls or boys —, but having the door opened like that by his annoying niece? That was more unexpected than he could have imagined.

He took a sip of the beer that he was holding with his other hand, wanting to soothe the burning in his throat, and then grumbled: "Damn, girl. Don't you know how to knock?" Drinking more, he added with a question. "And how'd you get here?"

"Daeron gave me a key yesterday, since you didn't open that stupid door for me last week." His niece shot back, crossing arms and walking into the room without bothering to close the door behind.

"Of course it was my little brother." Aegon grumbled again, before taking one more puff of the joint. No coughing this time. "Loverboy keeps trying to get in your pants."

You blushed at the crude words he had said. Daeron, your uncle and Aegon's youngest brother, had a crush on you for years, and it was nothing new to anyone. He was always following you around like a puppy, to the point of even choosing some college classes that were the same as yours so he could spend more time by your side, since he could not stand just seeing his beautiful niece at the hallways of the campus.

It was a little weird, since you were his niece, but you were very attached to Daeron and did not have a cold heart to refuse him and much less to tell your mom about that.

Or maybe a part of your mind was really thinking about trying something with him in the future. Well... Of course Daeron was your dear uncle, but it could not be as weird as the complicated situationship between Aemond and Helaena had with each other, your mom's second half-brother and her half-sister — you still remembered hearing slapping skins and they moaning during an afternoon when you went to visit Daeron, although their youngest brother limited himself to clearing his throat in an embarrassed way and taking you to another room of their big house.

"Unless you've already let him fuck your little pussy."

Aegon's mocking voice interrupted those random thoughts, and you looked at him indignantly, both due to his audacity to say that and due to the words he used. "Don't say that!"

He laughed, putting out the joint and leaning back against the headboard of his bed, placing the beer bottle on the nightstand, which had two empty Monster Energy and an ashtray full of unlit cigarettes. "Don't say what? 'Fuck' or 'your little pussy'?"

Aegon giggled at his own teasing towards you, looking your body up and down with a different look than usual — at least different from what you had already noticed. He usually always had a bored or mocking expression when he was interacting with you.

It was not that Aegon despised you in some way, he started to find you quite pretty and hot ever since your parents divorced and his half-sister and her children moved to a house very close to the one he shared with his siblings. But you were so... Different from him. So different that sometimes he caught himself wondering about corrupting you and turning you into his little whore.

"I need your help, uncle." You chose to ignore that sexual question and get straight to the main current problem.

The fact that you needed his help was something that caught him off guard, considering that you avoided any interaction with him most of the time. However, what surprised Aegon the most was the fact that you called him "uncle", with an almost tearful tone. You did not usually call any of your mom's half-brothers — Aegon because he was too annoying; Aemond because you barely spent time around him, since he hated your brothers, mainly your younger brother Lucerys; and Daeron because you were the same age, the two of you were good friends and he was in love with you, besides you having a little crush on him too —. You just called Helaena "Auntie Hel" because you had been saying those words to her since you were a toddler, and that special nickname hung as an inside joke when both of you grew up.

Despite the initial surprise, Aegon felt his pants getting tighter. Perhaps it was the weed's fault, since it was a very common reaction he always felt when he was high. "My help? And why not call your sweet Auntie Hel?"

You rolled eyes, having no patience for all of that sarcasm. "Holy shit, Aegon. I'm here almost begging, can't be just a little less mean now?"

He mumbled something and nodded reluctantly. "Fine. So sit close to me and tell me right away what you need."

Moving closer to the edge of the bed, but still keeping your distance, you finally began to speak. "Final exams are about to start in a few days, but I can't study."

"Princess, I'm not the best person for asking for help with that fucking boring college stuff."

"Yeah, I know. I'm not asking you for that kind of help." Huffing and shifting uncomfortably in the mattress. The fact that Aegon was not a studious person was obvious, first of all because he had dropped out of economics degree without any warning, without caring about the fact that his father wanted him to share the family company with Rhaenyra. "I'm asking for help 'cause... I've been really tired and I need to stay completely awake and agitated for longer than usual to be ready for my exams."

With wide eyes, Aegon stared at his niece with such surprise that she almost felt like an idiot. "Wait a minute..." He finally seemed to realize what you meant, starting to laugh almost hysterically. "You want me to sell you drugs?"

You almost whimpered after what he said, turning your head to check the open door and make sure none of your other uncles had entered the house in the meantime.

The current job that Aegon dedicated himself to after dropping out of college was not at all normal, and as much as his relatives suspected it, most of them did not get involved about his business — of course Helaena, Aemond and especially Daeron did not want to end up in trouble with the officers because of their older brother, but they also preferred to let him do those things, since at least he did not use the drugs he sold, being already happy smoking weed.

"That's not funny, Aegon. I really need to dedicate myself to my studies but I can't for now."

"People usually seek meds before choosing this path."

"I don't wanna take meds for so long. I'll take that drug only a few times so I can stay awake and energetic enough to study and get good grades."

Aegon sighed with a stern face while he wiped away the tears that had gathered in his eyes due to the previous laughter. "So my innocent niece decided to become a drug addict just 'cause she needs to keep being a nerd?" His tone was sharp and you flinched slightly, sitting there on the bed before his severe gaze. You knew how hypocritical all of that sounded, since you had always judged Aegon for what his dangerous job. "I should send you away from my bedroom, call Rhaenyra and tell her about what her little daughter asked me."

You looked at him with a mix of shock, fear and frustration. "Please don't do that!" Your voice was shaky and you almost felt stupid for humiliating yourself like that. Your mom would be disappointed with what you wanted to do and would lecture you for weeks. And Jacaerys... Your twin brother would definitely force you to stay away from Daeron and Helaena afterwards. "Please, uncle..."

And it happened again. That arousal when you called him that, when you used that tone so trembling that it almost made you seem like an innocent lamb, ready to be corrupted and devoured by him. So unusual from your typical annoying personality.

A few minutes later, Aegon sat there stretching himself and thinking for a moment. Complete silence settled in the room and for a moment you thought he was actually going to send you away and mess up with your life. He was considering something else, though.

"What drug do you want, niece?"

You could not believe what you heard, eyes widening and your body unconsciously moving closer to your uncle, enough to make him hold his breath at the sudden physical proximity. "Are being serious?" Aegon raised an eyebrow, having no patience anymore. Then you swallowed hard and bit the lip in embarrassment before saying. "I thought about crystal meth, or maybe—"

Aegon immediately yelled: "Shut up and don't even finish that fucking sentence!" The anger was clear on his face. "Are you fucking crazy? Do you know how dangerous that shit is?"

You knew it and still thought it was the best alternative. After all, you could not risk messing up your always perfect grades of the previous semester, much less now that you were wanting to try to get an internship.

Your silence was just the last straw for Aegon to scoff. "Give it up, girl. I'm not gonna sell you any fucking Ice. Just stop being a nerd and learn how to deal with the fact that you're gonna get a bad grade for once in your boring life."

"My college life is important to me!"

Aegon clenched his jaw at the loud voice. "Don't you fucking dare shout at me now. You're the one who needs me now, not the other way around."

It was true, much more than you would like to admit. You were the one who was whining for your older uncle to sell meth, a kind of request that was completely unexpected and out of the ordinary. Neither you nor Aegon imagined that something like this would happen.

Your uncle seemed to relax a little bit when he noticed how ashamed you seemed about the situation you had gotten yourself into of your own free will, and lowering the head like you used to do during your childhood. Aegon would hate to see his niece crying, because you did that every time he was forced to take care of you when he was in his teens

"Ice is out of the question. It's too dangerous and instead of staying awake and focused on your stupid stuffs, you'll become aggressive and hallucinating for sure." He declared, realizing that you did not know very well about drugs, which was typical of some nerdy girls. "But..." Your heart almost skipped a beat when he started to give in. "Maybe a weaker option would help. Maybe Ecstasy."

Frowning, you asked him: "Ecstasy? People use it at fraternity parties or clubs."

Aegon rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. I know how it works, dumb kid. I've been selling this type of shit for years... at least you'll stay awake. Probably it'll help you better than the fucking Ice." He stretched, looking at you with a stoic face, as if he was both analyzing you and eager for any answer. "Take it or leave it, niece. I can get you that in two days."

Forcing yourself to ignore your morality and principles, you sighed loudly and nodded. "Alright, uncle... It'll be our secret agreement."

Before you could get into the topic about payment and how much it would cost, Aegon grinned with a cunning look in his eyes. "No, no, niece. I don't want your money." He looked at your body again, the denim shorts you were wearing and the basic black t-shirt. "I want your pussy."

You held a breath, heart racing and trying to understand if you had heard right. If your uncle had really said that. If he really wanted to fuck you. Even though things with him had always been tense, the possibility of him wanting something like that never crossed your mind.

How could you have imagined that he wanted to have sex with you?

With flushed cheek and horrified by his suggestion, you got up from the bed at the same time.

"You can't be serious!"

"And why not? You need the drug and I wanna fuck you."

"You've never said anything like that until now! You've never wanted me in this... In this way."

"I think you're such a annoying nerd, but that doesn't mean I never thought about fuck you." You cringed at his teasing. "C'mon, girl. Just spread your pretty legs for me."

A wave of nausea left an uneasiness inside your stomach, trying to take a deep breath and looking away for a few minutes to think about the matter, to reflect on the pros and cons of the situation.

On the one hand, you would have to have sex with your own uncle, an uncle who never cared so much about you and always treated you kinda gruff. An uncle who was not like Daeron, who despite harboring a forbidden love for you, at least he was one of your best friends — and at least you wanted him too, even if not as much as he wanted you.

Besides, Aegon did not seem to be kind during the act. The possibility of him hurting you sent a chill down your spine.

You needed him, though. And that was a pro that ended up being more important than the cons. His omission about that agreement would be necessary, because you would hate having to deal with your mom and brothers if Aegon spoke with them. And you wanted the drug, maintaining your good academic performance was essential.

"So? Take it or leave it, princess."

Breathing heavily, you nodded. "Alright. I'll... I'll do it." Your answer made Aegon's grin reappear.

Taking advantage of the fact that you were still standing, he gestured to your form. "Let's go, take off your clothes."

Your hands went to the button of your denim shorts, undoing it and lowering the zipper so you could slide it down your legs. The black panties you were wearing were not so attractive, they were not like the lace panties the girls he fucked wore, but he did not seem disappointed at all — in fact, his eyes became darker, as if he liked seeing that you really were not someone who was always ready to have sex with anyone.

Despite almost crying out of embarrassment, you wanted to get this over quickly. Then, without further hesitation, you took off the t-shirt you were wearing, revealing the bra, one of those styles that squeezed quite well the breasts.

"Wow, niece... You really have become a gorgeous little girl." You grimaced at that, choosing to ignore him and just continue what you were doing. The urge to irritate him for a little longer and not take off your underwear arose in your mind, however, the possibility of Aegon taking out his current frustration during sex did not seem at all pleasant.

After you had completely undressed, Aegon's pupils dilated, wanting to devour his niece. Despite it being a sunny day, he saw your goosebumps. You never felt so sexually desired by anyone until now.

Although you had lost virginity a few years ago, nothing compared to the fear you were currently dealing with, nothing compared to the fear of letting your uncle touch you. It was wrong in so many ways, and yet that agreement spoke louder than your moralism or worries.

"Please, uncle... I don't want it." You lowered the head, hoping he would give up on that crazy and cruel idea.

The boner was already visible inside his pants. Aegon would not back down on that decision, much less let you leave the house. Clenching his jaw, he hummed: "You can do it willingly, or I can force you."

You could vomit right there when you realized that the deal with Aegon was worthless anymore. If you said you did not want the drug anymore, he would force it on you anyway. Your own uncle considering doing something so evil just for pure dirty lust.

Of course you were not into that. Not at all. But if Aegon forced you, it would be further worse. He would spare no effort to hurt and threaten you.

Because of that realization, you moved closer to him when he gestured to the bed again. Sitting there, now extremely close, Aegon pulled you by the neck. His hand was strong, even he was smaller than Aemond or Daeron.

"Good girl." That praise was followed by the feeling of his lips on yours. You tried to close your mouth at first, making him growl and squeezing your throat, causing a sharp pain until you opened your lips.

The kiss tasted like weed and beer, mixed with the artificial flavor of your cherry lip balm. The grip of his palm was so tight that your vision blurred, the shortness of breath increasing while his wet tongue forced yours to taste him.

When the saliva from both of you began to drip down your chins, Aegon finally released you. The sight of his niece panting and with a flushed face due to just a simple intense kiss made his body heat up even hotter than it already was.

"Lie down." Aegon pointed to the space next to him. A part of him would have preferred you to continue obeying, since the idea of raping his little niece was a little cruel even for his personality — not that he had not already done similar things with other girls younger than him, but you were somehow important to him, even if he would never admit this weakness.

After you lay down like he ordered, your eyes widened, afraid of the next steps.

Your uncle knelt on the mattress and moved in front of you, frowning in frustration as he saw that your legs remained not spread, trying to hide what he wanted the most. "Now open them."

Your obedience came a few seconds later, and Aegon smirked therefore, watching your pussy so open, just for him. "Fuck, girl. Who would have thought that my little niece has one of the most pretty tight pussies I've ever seen?". You bit the lower lip at hearing such teasing praise.

The fact that you were not wet yet was not a positive for Aegon. However, he did not say anything before spitting on his fingers and then bringing them to your clit. You moaned loudly, the carelessness in his touches was overwhelming making your back arching upwards, mind unable to understand that aching but also pleasure sensation. Not the sensation of being rubbed, but the fact that you did not feel as disgusted as you thought you would.

Aegon's fingers were not soft, the rough friction causing a lot moans and whines, your core starting to get wet, even though you hated yourself for feeling turned on by what was happening to you.

You should have wanted to throw up. You should have begged Aegon to stop that. Or you should have run away from there.

Yet, you did not do any of those things.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Aegon chuckled, looking at you with a bit of amusement and relief, despite everything. "My niece is a fucking little slut."

You shook the head, feeling so humiliated because that was not a lie. You were enjoying it as fuck and your hips rose to seek more friction and rub against his hand, receiving a slap on your clit that forced you to cry out. "Don't fucking lie to me, girl."

When Aegon forced his index finger inside you without any warning, the first reaction was trying to close your legs, which he immediately stopped. Keeping his free palm on your thigh and inserting his middle finger next, he started to fingerfuck your pussy at a pace too fast for your confused brain to process.

Those moans of yours were embarrassing, a mess of meaningless, tearful words that not even he could understand. "Holy shit, are you already all brainless and dumb just with my fingers? Imagine when I fuck my fat cock inside you."

You whined many others random things, but Aegon listened to your pleas for a faster and rougher fingering. His cock throbbed inside his pants, wanting some touch there. So Aegon pulled his fingers out, mocking about your pretty face: wide eyes, flushed cheeks, eyebrows furrowed with an expression that made you look more like a virgin girl than a naughty nineteen-year-old.

"Relax, little niece. I'll give what you need soon."

Despite the possibility of keep teasing you could be interesting, your uncle needed to fuck you soon. Taking off his pants and the dark blue sweatshirt he was wearing, Aegon was left with just his black underwear. You had to pinch your own nipples to try to moan due to other things besides thinking about how hot he looked.

Aegon's beauty was obvious to anyone, even you. But his personality was always a reason why you never went into that kind of sexual thoughts. He was your uncle and also a little shit. A gorgeous little shit.

"Your tight pussy is dripping as fuck..."

The second slap on your core came further harder this time, another scream of pain reverberating in the room. You closed your legs on impulse, spreading them again when Aegon stared at you with fire in the eyes.

He took off his own underwear after a few seconds, revealing some tufts of untrimmed blond hairs of his groin and a cock so tempting it dried your mouth, wanting to feel it in your throat. It was so big, thick like no other guy you had ever slept with. It was also pink, a shade darker at the tip — but not so darker.

“Liking what you see, princess?”

Nodding, your hole clenching around nothing. “Yes, uncle… So much.”

Meanwhile, Aegon held his own member and began to jerking off, admiring your body and getting pleasure in the realization that he was indeed about to fuck his half-sister's only daughter. The niece who was only nineteen, while he was already twenty-eight, approaching his thirties. The niece who had frustrated him deeply since the childhood.

He was about to fuck you before Daeron even had a real chance.

He knew he was hot, despite not having a defined body than Aemond or being slim like Daeron. Aegon could tell that his shape almost resembled a male version of Helaena, and in the same way that both women and men desired his younger sister, the same happened to him. The difference was that Helaena did not care about people desiring her. And meanwhile Aegon relished any opportunity to a good fuck.

Thinking better as you barely managed to control yourself from practically drooling in front of his naked form: "Sit down. I want you sucking on my cock first."

Aegon's order caught you off guard. As soon as you put your initial confusion aside, he pulled you by under your shoulders, not too rude to the point of hurting — only worsening the misunderstanding when he also sat down next to you, still playing with his own cock —. "Have you never given a man a blowjob or handjob in that position?" He asked after stopped you from getting up from the bed and kneeling. "It's okay, princess. I promise it's very easy. Keep sitting there and get on all fours, with that pretty face close to my lap."

You did what he said, noticing that the position would not be comfortable to give him a head. "Like that, uncle?" You said with a sweet but hesitant voice.

Aegon smiled, a truly genuine smile. "Just like that, princess." Running his thumb over your lips before moved his hand up to caress your hair. "Now you can put that pretty mouth to work."

Lowering yourself further, you waited for Aegon to grab his boner and then guide it closer to your face. The tip was already wet with pre-cum and you ran your tongue over it, letting out a whimper at the slightly salty taste.

"Good girl." Aegon sighed, one palm gripping your hair and the other one busy holding his own cock. "Now open up... That's it... Fuck! Fuck!" He growled loud two times and rolled his eyes in pleasure, feeling you take him deep into your throat.

The sounds of your gagging and his moans were echoing around every time you moved the head up and down, trying to focus on keeping to breath through your nose, not wanting to disappoint your uncle — pleasing him at that moment was one of the sexiest things you had allowed yourself to do. Also, that would lead to you getting the drug two days later. It was the deal.

Your uncle reached out his arm towards him and created momentum to pull it down and give you a hard slap on the ass, watching you crying out of pain and choking around his cock when your mouth lowered even further and hit the back of your throat. "Damn, niece. Look at the mess you made..."

His tone was quite mocking and dark. He grabbed your hair to lift you up, his smirk widening as he saw how much spit was running down your chin. "Poor little thing... Can't handle a fat cock inside that tight throat."

Even though your sloppy blowjob had been one of the best he had ever received during all his twenty-eight years of life, his pride was high and admitting that his niece was an expert at giving a head was out of the question.

"You look so fucking pathetic right now."

Those degrading words intensified the shame in your heart, hurting your feelings again when he gathered all the spit that dripped from your mouth and rubbing it on all over your face, every inch of it. "Oh, are you crying now?"

His chuckle was the last straw. You could not take it anymore, sobbing and needing to clean up that mess. "Shush, little one." Aegon used the nickname he sometimes called you when the two of you were younger, then gesturing to the pillow. "Now lie down and spread your legs for me."

Obeying with the heart racing, you moved as Aegon demanded and he knelt back down on the mattress, between your legs. He fingered your core — which was still dripping — twice, once licking his own digits to taste your juices and a second time to wet his own cock — adding more moisture to it, since it was already wet enough with your spit, making his pubic hair glint.

There was no advance notice, Aegon took advantage of that brief distraction and pushing himself into you with a brutal thrust, holding your knees after you cried out so desperate and tried to kick his chest out of reflex. "Be fucking quiet, dammit! Are you so stupid that you can't handle my cock?" Those growled sentences caught you off guard, tears streaming down while he began to thrust faster and harder than you were used to with previous relationships or one-night stand boys.

"S-Stop... It hurts. You're hurting me, uncle!" All the whimpers fell on deaf ears. Aegon lifted your legs up, getting an angle to fuck you better — or hurt you better.

"I don't care. You're gonna take it like a grown-up girl."

It was not a request, it was an order. He did not leave any room for argument, his cock slamming in and out of you. At that pace, your breasts were bouncing and your pussy clenching around him. It felt like you were going to be ripped in half. "Mmm, you've such a warm cunny. I should've fucked you so many years ago."

The feeling of your tight hole crushing him was overwhelming. He growled and arched his neck back, before adjusting his posture again and leaning down to spit on your pussy. His saliva gave you a sudden pleasure and your swollen clit throbbed slightly, the pleasure increasing more and more when Aegon released one of your knees so he could rub you harder.

The crying did not stop and everything continued to hurt as hell, but your moans were no longer of pure physical pain. They turned to moans of masochism desire. "U-Uncle... Please, I need to— Oh, fuck!" With your body trembling, your uncle's ministrations became aggressive like an animal.

Maybe you were so overstimulated and stupid because you had not slept with anyone in a few months. Aegon noticed it easily, feeling you tightening around him and your orgasm coming... Tits bouncing, eyes rolling back in the head, mouth drooling, whining like a virgin girl. Every touch, every thrust... They were like a dark paradise, no matter how violent.

"That's it, you fucking whore... Cum on your uncle's cock like the good cumslut you are." His thumb rubbed faster. "Cum right now, whore. Cream on my fucking big cock."

Without needing any more verbal encouragement, you screamed Aegon's name. So fucking loud. Your pussy convulsed, spasms rippling through you and your back arching.

Aegon groaned at how tight you felt, and he did not give you a rest, hitting your clit with his three palm slaps until you cried out, cumming a second time, squirting into his hand like a porn star.

"Holy shit, girl!" He widened eyes, closing them tightly, feeling the overwhelming climax hit him immediately upon witnessing that sight. Moaning your name and pulling out before it was too late, Aegon spilled his cum on your belly, a few shots dripping onto your beautiful breasts.

You did not know what happened during the next half an hour, consciousness fading and turning you into just an used, brainless doll.

With a headache and with your pussy aching, you tried to move, being held by Aegon's hands, who seemed focused on sucking your breasts and licking the cum he had spilled there.

You let out a whine against your will and considered pushing him away.

But the good sensation of his tongue on your nipple and the sight of his big, beautiful eyes while did it changed your mind.

"There, lick it." Aegon ran a hand over your belly, collecting some of the white seed and brought his three finger into your lips. You licked them without complaining, returning the exchange of glances.

Humming softly, Aegon stood up a little to kiss your forehead, just like he used to do when you were a kid and had to pretend to your family that he was a loving uncle.

You got carried away by stupid, random fantasies during a few minutes, his caress in your sweaty hair were soft and out of the usual indifferent behaviour. "Can I stay here with you a little longer?" You found yourself asking with a vulnerability he was not used to.

As much as he was not a hughe fan of aftercare, it was different when it was with his own little niece. Sighing with feigned irritation, he nodded afterwards.

"Fine, but don't be clingy. I'm not gonna hug you or anything like that just 'cause you let me fuck you in exchange for drugs."

There were no complaints. Aegon lay down next to you and spent the next few minutes texting two friends who were drug dealers and worked with him, telling them he would need some Ecstasy for a "random client."

The silent serenity that followed turned him kinda uncomfortable, and as soon as he looked to the side, he sighed one more time. You were there, sleeping so curled up, clearly with a sore body. "Damn, princess..."

Having sex with your uncle had been against your entire morality. Pulling you gently against his chest and stroking your hair was against Aegon's entire morality.

You had given in, and now it was his turn to give in too.

For the next few hours, Aegon allowed himself to cuddle his niece and fall into a deep sleep.

Daeron hated going back to their house and see what was going on in Aegon's bedroom. Aemond chuckled softly and Helaena was surprised and with a small smile.

None of them dared to interrupt that, all of them agreeing to close the door and leave the two of you sleeping.

[kykyonthemoon]

Bad Luck Streak

After losing to him for the tenth time in kitty cards, you decide to throw a tantrum.

ಇ. Character x Reader/MC

Included parts in order: Rafayel - Xavier - Zayne - Caleb

ಇ. Tags & warnings: a little spicy, 16+, MDNI, fluff, short and sweet, making out, fluff, domestic fluff, established relationship, some jealousy (from Zayne), MC being a baby (tbh I would too if I lose too many kitty cards games).

ಇ. Word count: 4k5

ಇ. Based on an anonymous request.

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Rafayel

“If you post on your account right now that I, Rafayel, am the most handsome and best kitty cards player, I will let you win this match.”

Rafayel's voice rang out in the room, from across the table. You frowned and said it clearly again, word by word:

"Not. A. Single. Chance!”

“Such a pity.” He spoke as if he was singing. Then, with a delicate yet merciless gesture, he set down his kitty card in the proper position of the purple cup. You quickly reached out to cover the mouth of the cup, but it was too late.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

A “meow” sounded. The cat was the same color as the cup. And it was a six-point.

Time seemed to pass very slowly. Your lips formed an "A" and "O" shape, then the remaining cards in your hand were tossed into the air, falling all around. 

Rafayel's jubilant laughter echoed across the room. He stood up, dancing in the rain from your losing cards. He even made a song:

“Rafayel! Rafayel! Who is the most handsome and talented kitty cards player? It's Rafayel!”

He paused, his index finger and thumb creating a "V" and resting on his chin. He looked at you with a sarcastic expression.

"I offered you the chance to win. It's unfortunate you didn't accept it."

“Will you stop?”

You furiously gazed up at him.You had just lost the tenth game. Even if you had a nightmare, you would not have expected to be that unfortunate.

But seeing your sour expression, Rafayel became even happier. He constantly teased you, claiming that you had just lost to a kitty card master. You clenched your teeth.

“You cheated! There was definitely cheating!”

“Is that so? Then why couldn't you catch me?" He continued to laugh. “Without proof, you must have lost because of such poor skills.”

"That's enough, Rafayel!" You stood up, irritated. To his amazement, you grabbed his collar and hauled him out. You pushed him hard into the vacant corridor. “Go home! I don't want to see that arrogant face of yours anymore!”

"Eh!" Rafayel attempted to run inside, but you swiftly shut the door. You heard him beating on the door outside: “But it's already late. There are no more trains or buses! Are you really going to leave me out here all by myself?”

You opened the door a crack, threw his phone into his hands and said:

“Call a taxi and go home!”

Then, you slammed the door again. Rafayel continued to make noise outside: “Hey! How could you bear to let me go home alone with a stranger, in the middle of the night like this?!” 

But you gave no answer. You let Rafayel boo and protest outside. You put on headphones, deliberately turned on the music loudly and headed into the bathroom to get ready for bed.

After a time, you approached the door. You could still see Rafayel on the CCTV screen. He stopped screaming and crouched with his head down in the corridor just across from your main entrance. He looked miserable. The hubris of victory had simply vanished from him. You sighed, knowing that you had lost since your compassion decided to speak up.

You opened the door. Rafayel lifted his head and gazed at you, perplexed like a lost puppy. It was very late and he had yet to leave. You were about to tell him to go home when he suddenly ran towards you, arms spread, seeking to hug you.

Instinctively, you moved aside. Rafayel was running and could not stop in time and rushed straight inside. Both surprised and not paying attention to the steps connecting the main door and your living room, he fell. 

He appeared both pathetic and humorous. You did not know how to react anymore. You closed the door, trying to suppress your laughter while Rafayel made a fuss again. He did not even bother to get up, but lay down on the floor to throw a tantrum.

“Miss Bodyguard is bullying me! Come out and see! Oh, good neighbors! She kicked me out of the house. She even made me collapse on the floor! It's all because I'm so attractive and better than her at kitty cards that she hates me!"

"You want to go out there again, don't you?" You spoke quietly. You felt more amused than upset at him. You approached Rafayel, leaning down slightly to see how he was. “Hmm. You still can shout out so loud. It means that you're okay, right?”

You poked his body with your finger. Rafayel struggled like a fish out of water. Then, he suddenly grabbed your wrist and pulled you down to the floor with him.

“Ouch!”

You yelled aloud. In the blink of an eye, you were lying in his lap on the floor. 

“Rafayel, what are you doing? Let me go!”

He smiled triumphantly, once more.

“Be still. I'm hurt so much... right here.”

Rafayel pointed to his chest, which was rising and falling with each heavy breath. You could hear a chaotic heartbeat there. He said again:

“Why do you want to chase me away? Why do you have to say that you don't want to see me anymore? It's just kitty cards! If you like winning that much, I'll let you win all the time!”

“I don't need you to let me win.” You said. With your competitive nature, you wanted to defeat him in a fair and righteous manner while also enjoying his sullen face. "If you give in, there's no fun anymore."

Since you could not stay on the ground like this forever, you attempted to get up. But Rafayel would not let you go. He grimaced while holding you above him.

“My whole body hurts so much! My head hurts too! Compensation. I request compensation!”

You supported your body with my elbows on his chest. It was never easy to coax this fish. You just had to use your usual tricks.

"Alright. Here comes compensation.” 

You giggled, then leaned down and kissed him for a long while. The delicate kiss on his lips gradually melted down his neck, then, the chest, turning into crimson flower petals - the way you left your imprint on him. Rafayel lay beneath you and struggled a little, but held you even more tightly. Perhaps you must admit that you had no intention of letting him go home alone that night.

Xavier

You worriedly looked up at Xavier, who sat across from you. His face was hidden in the pile of cards in his hand, displaying just his intensely concentrated eyes. You clutched the very last card tightly in your hands. Just one more step, as long as he spared the last cup, you would win.

Yet things did not always go your way. Xavier picked up a card and placed it in the cup. It transformed into the cat with number six, earning double the points. 

"Another win for me."

His words, so gentle, but it cut your heart for the tenth time. You had lost ten games in a row in just one evening.

“You… YOU!!!” 

Anger choked in your throat. You grit your teeth. How could this be? Apparently you were the one teaching Xavier how to play kitty cards, yet he certainly outperformed you.

Unable to accept this, you became enraged and took out your frustration on the cats in the gaming kit. The cups tipped over, and the virtual cats leaped out. They cautiously seeked shelter on Xavier's arms and shoulders. You growled:

"We. Are. Done. Playing!!!"

You stormed into the bedroom like a hurricane. Ignoring the kittens, ignoring Xavier. You buried yourself on the bed and struggled for quite some time.

“AAAAAAARRRGGGHHHHH!!!” 

Perhaps Xavier overheard you yell. However, he did not come in to comfort you as usual. This made you feel even worse. You disliked the sensation of losing. 

You returned to the living room after a lengthy period of lying in bed and felt considerably calmer. There was no one around. You merely discovered a beautifully packed kitty cards kit on the coffee table. You huffed with annoyance. Xavier must have left without saying goodbye. Was it your juvenile reaction to losing that offended him?

You felt humiliated and angry with yourself. You must have upset him. It was only a few card games, but you let it impact both of you. Still you could not accept the fact that you had lost. He could have let you win one match, just one match, right? Finally, you decided to make yourself a cup of hot milk and go to bed early.

A bit later, the doorbell rang. As you went closer to the surveillance camera, you saw Xavier standing outside. However, there was something odd. You had to rub your eyes many times to ensure it was him.

You quickly opened the door. Xavier stood there, his light hair adorned with a pair of white bunny ears with black tips swinging back and forth. He was dressed in a white and blue suit, his hands gloved, and he was holding them up like a cute bunny who had just lost his way to your house.

“X-Xavier?!” You were taken aback, but you had to admit that you admired the way he looked. 

"Can… Can I come inside?"

Xavier looked around with embarrassment. What if he was caught like this? Thinking about it, you swiftly drew him inside. Only you were permitted to adore this aspect of his. 

You shut the door and followed Xavier into the living room. Yet you could not tear your gaze away from the round white rabbit tail waving behind him. You felt guilty because you wanted to reach out and touch it. 

“Why are you dressed like this? In the middle of the night?” You asked. Perhaps you were so furious and fatigued that your imagination conjured up this scenario.

“I'm here to be your bunny butler.” Xavier spoke up. “Since last time you said you would like a bunny butler…”

Xavier left his sentence incomplete. He carefully examined your reaction before saying, "I hope you like it."

“Ah, erm…” You coughed. “Are you doing this because of the kitty cards incident earlier?”

Xavier nodded slightly. Oh Lord! His dangling bunny ears looked so adorable beyond imagination! You just wanted to pull him down and touch them a lot.

Seeming to know what you were thinking, Xavier sat down beside you. You tried to keep your face stoic as if you could not care less, and said:

“You don't need to do that.”

“Do you really not want your bunny butler?”

As he drew in closer, you felt your pulse skip a beat and your throat dry. You responded:

“Eh… um… I mean… You didn't have to go to this extent…”

Xavier sighed sadly. He stretched out and scratched the rabbit ears on his head, which made you want to touch them more.

“If you don't like it… I'll leave…”

"Wait!" You stopped him. Soon your hand was holding a bunny ear on his head. “Oh, hey…”

The smooth cotton layer calmed your rage. You proceeded to caress the rabbit's ear with one hand before grabbing another one with the other. Xavier patiently resided quietly as you played around. He breathed gently and steadily, and his cheeks were slightly rosy.

“I thought you didn't like it.” He mentioned.

“When did I ever say that?” 

“You do like fluffy things, don't you?”

Your giggles rang out. “Yeah. I also like an obedient bunny that knows he should call me master."

Xavier took a short peek at you before turning away. His face lit up even more. He mumbled: “Okay… If this makes you feel better… My Lady….”

You gently lifted Xavier's chin so he could no longer avoid your gaze. Then you grinned with satisfaction:

"Very good. But I still haven't completely forgiven."

“So, what do you want the bunny butler to do for you, My Lady?”

“Let's see…” You pretended to think, then your hand quickly went behind Xavier's back and touched his bunny tail. He dodged intuitively in an instance.

“This… You cannot touch…”

“Why not?” 

You frowned and tried again, then again... You kept attacking Xavier's back with both hands, and he kept avoiding you. In the end, you suddenly leaned close to him. 

"Got it!" You grasped the rabbit tail behind Xavier as you hugged him and sat entirely on his lap. His breath wafted across your shoulders and neck. You also blushed.

“My Lady, are you content now?” He asked with an expression like he had just been bullied. Then, without waiting for your response, he gripped your hips firmly and forced you closer to his body.

Your heart was racing pretty fast. You could not take your eyes off Xavier. He was very close. So close. His lips brushed the tip of your nose, slightly parted and whispered:

“Are you no longer mad at me?”

You nodded slightly, since you were helpless to say anything else in this situation. 

“So have you had enough of playing, My Lady?”

Another nod. Xavier seemed satisfied. He said:

“Then it's my turn.”

"Huh?" 

Before you could grasp what was actually going on, Xavier put a hand behind your neck and forced you into him. His lips gently parted yours, and you tasted the nectar on the tip of his tongue. You felt dizzy, to the point you entrusted your entire body weight on Xavier. Even though it was him who was wearing the bunny costume, why did it feel like you were the prey?

Zayne

“Can't you let me win for just once, Zayne?” 

You frowned at him. With a serene appearance, Zayne put down his final card and won the entire game.

“If I give in to you, how will you improve?”

You bit your bottom lip firmly. Your hand dropped the cards, and your eyes were crimson as if you were going to cry. It was the tenth game you had lost to him. Such an impossible mission to beat Doctor Zayne since he constantly blocked his opponent's moves like that. 

“You… Foul play!” You shrieked, catching the attention of a few pairs playing kitty cards nearby.

“That is called strategy, not foul play. Foul play is when you cheated to peek at my cards..."

“La la la! I won't listen to you anymore!” You covered your ears tightly. “You're always so cruel! Look at the pile of support cards you have! You just have to back me into a corner like this!” 

Even when the game ended, in Zayne's hand was still a stack of assist cards he had gathered from the beginning of the game to attack you. He seemed to have every type of support card in a kitty deck. How come he was so lucky? Every card he drew was a fatal card. He left you no chance to win.

Despite your outraged expression, Zayne remained remarkably calm. He put the cards back in the kit and cleaned up the mess on your side of the table. He replied:

“This game only has two players. If I don't attack you, then who?"

“I'm not talking to you anymore.” You rose up and marched away in anger. Zayne grinned at your childishness and continued with cleaning up the cards.

That day, a special event was held at Akso Hospital. Patients, relatives and staff were all excited to play kitty cards. Small tables were neatly set up around the hall and the main garden for each pair of players to participate. Everyone was very happy, except for you. No one would be, if they lost ten consecutive games of kitty cards.

After a time, with no indication of you returning, Zayne began looking about. He knew your childish and competitive nature, as well as the way to comfort you. Yet it was a different time. He had not expected to discover you leaving him to play cards with someone else.

You sat at another table with Doctor Greyson. You just won a high-scoring game and chose to celebrate by howling and swaying your body left and right. Then you asked Greyson:

“Let's play one more round, shall we?”

Greyson had barely nodded when he felt a strong cold. He was shivering in the nice warm bright weather. 

“Ah… um… Somehow… I-I feel so cold… P-Please... excuse me…”

Having stated so, the doctor rose up, hunched, and proceeded into the hall, where the nurse, Yvonne, appeared to inquire as to why he had suddenly felt sick.

You sighed because your victory did not last long. But right after that, you found someone else who was also looking for a partner to play cards with. It was an elderly cardiology patient. You warmly encouraged the elderly man to sit on the chair. But after only a few minutes, before you could even play your first card, the old man sneezed loudly and said it was too windy out here and he felt cold. He then requested the nurse to take him inside.

How strange! You felt no cold at all, and it was not that windy here. You glanced around for other folks to play with. Since you had lost so much, you felt compelled to win many more games to compensate for the resentment in your heart. But another person came, then another, and another... Whether young or old, sick or healthy, everyone felt a shiver run down their spines as soon as they sat in the chair opposite yours. Was this table haunted or something?

You decided to change positions and see what happened. But, as you rose up and prepared to sit on that dreadful chair, you noticed a familiar figure from a table in the garden's most secluded corner. There was just one person seated there: Doctor Zayne.

"What are you doing?" You were outraged and dashed to inquire. It was not a work day for Zayne, and his casual dress added to his laid-back demeanor. He calmly replied:

“I'm waiting for someone to come play kitty cards with me.”

“It's not what I meant! Did you just use Evol on the people who came to my table?”

Zayne put his hands in his pockets, indifferently:

“A person may feel cold because their body is not feeling well. It's best for them to go inside for a check-up."

“That's it! Obviously you did something on purpose!” You muttered a few words of bitterness under your breath. Surely he had pulled a trick to ensure that no one would play cards with you again, and that you would not be able to taste glorious victory. You definitely must figure this out.

“Doctor Zayne, show me your hands.” You made it sound like a demand. 

"Why?" 

“I want to check your hands.” If Zayne had just used his Evol, his hands would still have ice on.

Of course, Zayne would never let you catch him that easily.His hands remained securely tucked in his coat pockets. Losing patience, you grabbed him with both hands.

“He who excuses himself, accuses himself! If you're innocent, why don't you prove it?"

Zayne did not respond. You used all of your might to take his hand from his pocket. He gazed at you briefly, a mischievous smirk on his lips. Then he took out his hand and spread it in front of you.

"Here. Don't mess around anymore.”

You carefully examined Zayne's hand. Nothing. The palm of his hand was just cool, not freezing. You huffed loudly. Unwilling to accept this defeat again, you quickly pulled up his sleeve. In the sunlight, little snowflakes emerged, dazzling precisely like your triumphant smile.

“Ah ha! Here it is! Doctor Zayne, I've caught you red-handed!”

Being exposed like that, Zayne did not flinch. He looked up at you and then, as quick as lightning, the hand you clutched tightly turned the tables. He grabbed yours and pulled you down into his arms.

"Be still. You're too loud.” Doctor Zayne grasped your waist and even placed his finger on your mouth to remind you to be quiet. Your chest rumbled again, especially at the notion of someone catching you both here, in this position.

Fortunately, the area was primarily covered with decorative plants. One must look attentively for the existence of a secret kitty cards table in this corner of the garden.

“Doctor Zayne,” you whispered. “You are too much! You scared away everyone who wanted to play cards with me. Now I can't win anymore."

Zayne gently nudged his head at yours. He seemed miserable.

“Do you like playing kitty cards with other people more than with me?”

You lifted your hand to massage your forehead. "Hmm. Of course. Because whenever I play with you, I always lose."

Zayne's eyebrows furrowed. He said: “Understood. Then I'll just make everyone else stay away from your table.”

"Eh! Doctor Zayne! I didn't expect you to be that unfair!”

Zayne smirked. His hand raised your face, causing you to stare into his eyes. “Be still. Do you want others to find us here?”

You turned red, but remained defiant. "What's the matter? Are you afraid that others will find out you're bullying me here?”

"Maybe." 

He answered idly. Why did you suspect he was up to something? He leaned so near to you that you could detect a scent of mint candy on his breath. A soft kiss landed on your cheek.

“I intend to keep you here for myself. So that no one else can see your cute reactions when playing kitty cards anymore…”

He began kissing you, gently then fiercely. His kisses were as sweet as candy, cool as summer ice cream. His arm tightened around your waist, keeping your back straight. Your feet were lifted off the grass. Between kisses that melted the ice on Zayne's hands, he whispered:

“No one else, but me.”

Caleb

Never once had Caleb given in to you in kitty cards games. Every time you played cards with him, it ended in arguments, yelling, and even tears when you ran to tell Grandma about it.

And then, that trick no longer worked, since you had moved out and grown up. Caleb would not be swayed by a few tears from you.

“Don't do that anymore.” He spoke from the opposite side. “It won't work now.”

He proceeded calmly. You snorted. At this pace, you would lose. You did not want to do housework for the following week when you both returned home to see Grandma. Every time you played kitty cards with him, housework was what you bet on. The loser must do all the chores for the winner. This time, Caleb came to Linkon to pick you up before you both came home the day after.

“You are truly an evil person.” You murmured. His phone rang at the time, and while he was answering it, you swiftly took his green kitty and swapped it with another cup.

"Hey!" He grabbed your hand, hastily murmured something on the phone about calling back later, and hung up. He stared at you, clicking his tongue. “Cheater!”

"I did not cheat!" You lied. “This cat… wanted to climb out of the cup. I was just helping you catch it."

You attempted to draw your hand back. The cat returned to its previous place. Caleb still did not let you go. He shook his head:

“Cheating is cheating. If Gran knows about this, she would be so sad!”

“No way…” You pouted. 

“I saw it with my own eyes. Don't deny it. You've lost this game.” 

Caleb declared. Of course, you would never accept this result.

"I'm not lost! It's my turn! I haven't lost yet!”

He dropped the cards and placed them on the table. “Whoever cheats loses. Stop playing. We have an early train to catch tomorrow. It's over. A week of housework for you!”

Caleb grinned with victory. He rose up and attempted to leave. But you would not let him have it. You surged forward, flinging yourself onto his back. You pinched his ear and shouted:

"No! Play again! One more round! I have to restore my honor!”

Caleb fought but was unable to shove you down. He spoke:

"You've lost ten games already. Even if you keep playing, you won't be able to beat me, pip-squeak!"

"No! I refuse to lose! Let's play again!”

You kicked your legs hard, causing Caleb to lose his balance. Then you both sank into the comfy sofa. You could hear him mutter, his words garbled since his face was crushed against the mattress.

"Oh dear! What did you eat to become this heavy, pip-squeak?!”

You got up, but because he called you fat and you wanted vengeance for those ten lost games of kitty cards, you refused to get down and simply lay on his body. 

“Get off, pip-squeak?”

"Nope. Unless you're willing to play ten more games, I won't come down."

Caleb smiled and sighed, powerless before your stubbornness. Finally, he turned so that you both lay on your sides on the sofa. Your back rested against his chest. Suddenly, you felt quite hot in the room. 

“Are you confident that you will beat me in the next ten games?” Caleb asked. His breath brushed your hair and nape, leaving you ticklish.

"Yeah…" You responded quietly. Caleb placed one hand on your tummy and softly pressed, which startled you.

“But I don't want to play anymore.”

"Why not?"

Caleb did not respond, instead pressing his body further closer to you. It seemed you already had the answer. You looked at the virtual cats blinking on the table. They were waiting for both of you to start a new game. It was fine to let them wait a little longer. 

“Pip-squeak, you know why.” 

Your cheeks felt heated. You gently turned around and adjusted your posture to lie straight on the sofa, looking at him for a moment.

“Know what?”

Caleb smiled at you while you attempted to be innocent. He replied:

“Someone pretends she doesn't know anything. You just cheated. I haven't punished you yet."

“I don't remember anything.”

“When we were little, you made a rule that anyone who cheated would be punished, right?” Caleb reminded you of it. 

“S-So… what kind of punishment do you want?” You nervously gazed up at him, waiting. 

“How about this?…”

Caleb whispered. Then he began tickling you. You fought and yelled. You almost fell to the ground, but he caught you and drew you closer. You rested your hands on his chest to maintain balance. 

“Okay… Is that it? Now… Can we continue playing?” You gasped for air as you gazed down at Caleb. He shook his head.

"Not yet. It was simply the beginning.” 

You were about to protest when Caleb quickly locked your lips. The virtual kitties over there must wait a little longer then.

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Now that helluva boss season 2 has hit it's finale, let's discuss everything we know about season 3 at this point in time!

aka, a comprehensive list of everything about season 3 that we've been told about so far. (Please tell me if I've missed anything, thanks!)

I do not think that any of this information necessitates a spoiler tag on this post, but if you want to go into season 3 completely blind, click off this post now.

Bluesky Stuff:

What we learned from this bluesky thread posted shortly before Sinsmas was released is as follows:

The wait until Season 3 starts will be quite long.

The team decided that helluva boss having closer releases of episodes was the best decision (heard this meant a month in-between episodes but I forgot where I saw that), so thee team wants to commit to a more traditional release going forward.

Confirmed once again that season 3 has a total of 15 episodes.

We will also be getting shorts in-between the wait until season 3 starts, and I assume this means monthly shorts as well, based on the fact we had monthly shorts last time as well.

Vivziepop has also described season 3 as a 'queer roller coaster.', so we gotta be prepared to get back on that ride again.

At some panel it was confirmed that in season 3 we will be getting an episode that contains some more Millie backstory.

Tweet link here:

In some other panel, alongside confirming Vassago's appearance in the Mastermind episode, they also confirmed that we will be seeing 'much more' of Vassago in season 3, the post in the picture above contains the clip of this moment in the panel as well.

In what appears to be a recording for the second half of season 3, they're doing recording work for a Stolas song titled 'Dirty Bird', and yes, it is going to be super horny. There is a video of this Instagram post on the post below, plus one extra screenshot.

In the Los Angeles Comic Con 2024, quite a few things were revealed to us, with those being as follows:

As said before, this traditional release schedule does mean that the episodes will hopefully be a month apart from each other, and that Vivziepop saw the show was moving towards a more narrative direction, with this also being where the heart of the show is, and as a result, the direction the team is going in.

Lastly, we probably won't see all 72 Goetias, but we will see a lot more of them in season 3.

Post referenced in above screenshot contains a youtube link to said Comic Con.

According to the reblogs under this post, it appears that Erica (Loona's VA), was asked what her favorite song/episode was, and she responded with 'the song that Loona has in season three', confirming that Loona does have a song during season 3.

Video can be found within this post:

At 1:06:19 of this video, Vivziepop does state that the show will eventually get to Stella's perspective, which I have to imagine the show will get to in season 3, and that Vivziepop hearkens Stella's character to the character of BoJack Horseman's mother (Beatrice Horseman) because they are very similar in that regard.

Finally, Vivziepop posted these screenshots of her doing some audio editing to her Instagram over a year ago, we don't know what episode this is from but based on the long name in line 7 that doesn't appear to match any character we know at the moment, this appears to likely be a picture of some season 3 audio.

The main things we can gather from these screenshots appear to be Millie talking with Stolas a bit, and the absolute explosion of voices following something that Blitz said.

Post where I found these screenshots from can be found here, some additional discussion regarding is also in the reblogs:

This YouTube video covers a few instagram videos covering recording footage that Vivziepop uploaded to her account, with them being from the first half of season 3.

What we learn from these instagram videos is that Wally Wackford returns in season 3 with some new lines, and there's also a courtroom scene as well involving Blitz and Stolas, with it also looking like Stolas will be acting as defense for Blitz regarding something we don't know at the moment.

According to Vivzie's instagram, we will be seeing Anthony Padilla and Ian Hecox (You might have heard of them before from something called Smosh) be the VAs of some special future characters at some point during season 3.

In this helluva boss podcast that Brandon Rogers did, Brandon Rogers stated that season 3 has a packed cast of guest stars, and then mentioned that we'll be seeing people from Brandon Roger's universe, aka, his own YouTube channel, in the hellaverse at some point during season 3.

In a helluva boss QnA panel, it was confirmed that we will be seeing more of Blitz's circus past at some point, and of course, that also means that we're gonna get more flashbacks to traumatic moments in Blitz's life as well in regards to his circus past, trauma flashbacks if you want to call it that. (Credits to Lexipop398 for transcripting all of the QnA, can find the full transcript of the QnA here, do note that you have to be signed into bluesky to view the post, however.)

To wrap things off, I believe the next significant reveal or such regarding season 3 will be found in the 2025 LVL UP EXPO, as there are quite a lot of VAs involved with Helluva Boss there, plus Sam Haft and Vivziepop.

Especially considering that in the 2024 LVL UP EXPO, the first helluva boss short was shown, we got the song featured in s2 e8, 'When I See Him' and the season 2 trailer.