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earthlybeam · 7 months ago

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For @cantbgirlie2 ˖°🌊.·°*🫧𓇼⋆🦪₊

Generally humans tend to be more openly affectionate and physically expressive than elves. They engage in actions like holding hands, giving their friends a quick kiss on the forehead or cheek for good luck or as a way to say goodbye, or when showing how much they’ve missed each other. It’s also common for humans to casually drape an arm around a friend’s waist while sitting together and chatting comfortably.

how would the elves react to this?

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Círdan version only as stranger, friend, lover.

With an Extra bonus 🌊⋆｡𖦹°.🐚⋆❀˖°🫧

🌊 𝓬í𝓻𝓭𝓪𝓷

Stranger:

𓇼 Círdan, being one of the most ancient and wise elves of Middle-earth, would initially be slightly bemused by the openness of human affection. To him, gestures such as holding hands or a quick kiss on the cheek might feel overly casual and unfamiliar. He might gently step back, his brow furrowing slightly as he processes the gesture, though he would not show irritation. Instead, his reaction would be more of thoughtful contemplation. Círdan understands that human culture values connection and affection in a different way than elves do, and his keen foresight might make him curious about the meaning behind these displays.

𓇼 While Círdan may not reciprocate immediately, he would not reject the gesture outright. His age and wisdom make him patient and understanding. If the human’s actions are accompanied by respect, his response would be measured but warm, perhaps a small bow or a formal touch on the shoulder. He might even offer a smile to ease any awkwardness.

𓇼 Internal thought: Such actions are not of my kind, yet I see the comfort they bring. How strange, but… they are earnest. Public action: A formal, gentle touch on the shoulder, or a respectful nod, his expression thoughtful but slightly distant.

Friend:

𓇼 With a trusted friend, Círdan’s reaction becomes more warm, though he remains composed. He is no longer a stranger to human affection and can appreciate it in a deeper, more personal way, especially as you have earned his trust. If you were to place a hand on his arm or offer a quick touch when parting, he might show a glimmer of affection in return, perhaps placing his hand briefly on your shoulder or wrist.

𓇼 He would not embrace the physicality of human affection in public, but in private moments, he might be more open to softer displays of warmth. He might wonder how the bonds of friendship among humans can be so freely expressed. While he doesn’t fully understand the need for such touch, he might even begin to appreciate it, as he learns from you about the depth of human connections.

𓇼 Internal thought: There is something… comforting about this touch. I find it curious, though not unwelcome.Public action: A brief, respectful touch—perhaps a hand on the back or shoulder as you walk side by side, acknowledging the friendship without overwhelming the space between you.

Lover:

𓇼 Círdan’s transformation when dealing with a lover is where the warmth of human affection fully touches him, though it takes time. He is a man of great patience and wisdom, and when he finally opens his heart to you, his demeanor softens. In private, he becomes more relaxed, allowing himself to be drawn into your warmth.

𓇼 Círdan is tender in his affections—small, meaningful gestures that reflect the depth of his feelings. When you are together, he might hold your hand without hesitation, or offer a gentle kiss to your forehead. His touch is steady and reassuring, and you can feel the unspoken care in every moment spent near him.

𓇼 One endearing, more playful aspect of Círdan’s affection is his enjoyment of having you touch his beard. As an elf who has lived for millennia, he’s quite accustomed to the dignity and grace of his long, silvery beard, but with you, he finds himself smiling softly when you take the time to braid or play with it. This small, intimate act allows him to feel cherished, and he genuinely enjoys the attention.

𓇼 Círdan might surprise you with moments of affectionate vulnerability, allowing you to play with his beard as if it were a form of connection. He finds solace in these small, quiet moments with you, and although he maintains a serene, composed exterior, he cannot hide the fondness in his eyes when you braid it or softly tug on the strands.

𓇼 Internal thought: Your hands… you bring a joy to me, not unlike the waves that crash against my ships. Your touch feels like home. Public action: A gentle kiss to your forehead or a lingering touch on your hand. In private, he might allow his beard to be braided or touched, smiling with fondness and patience as you play with it, making these quiet, tender moments all the more precious.

𓇼 Círdan’s Affection in Private: Círdan may be stoic and reserved in public, but in private, he shows his love in quiet, meaningful ways. His affection is deep and sincere, and the small, intimate gestures, such as you braiding his beard, hold great significance to him. He has lived for so long, and yet with you, he finds joy in the simplicity of human touch. As your lover, he is protective, patient, and kind, and his affection is all the more tender because it comes from a place of experience and wisdom. You are his anchor, and he shows that by allowing these small acts of tenderness that few others would see.

𓇼 Extra Touch (For a Cute Moment): When you braid his beard, Círdan may chuckle softly, his deep voice resonating with quiet amusement. His eyes would twinkle with fondness, and he’d probably murmur, “Be careful, my love, for even a shipwright’s beard is not immune to a sailor’s tangles.” It’s his way of letting his guard down just a little, in the most endearing and sweet way possible.

🌟Extra Bonus as círdan deserves the love🌟

Círdan Nervous Around You: 😳

𓇼 Círdan, as a shipwright and mariner who has spent millennia observing the world with keen foresight, is not accustomed to the vulnerability of romantic feelings. Though he is calm and composed in most situations, he finds himself uncharacteristically nervous around you. His usually steady hands might tremble just a little when you’re near, and there’s an odd warmth in his chest that he can’t quite explain, despite his wisdom and experience.

𓇼 He’s quick to notice your subtle gestures—how your eyes linger on him just a moment longer than usual, or how you smile when he’s near. He is no fool; he knows that you likely have a soft spot for him, and for the first time in his long life, Círdan is uncertain about how to act. His usual confidence wanes in your presence, replaced by a gentle, almost imperceptible nervousness.

𓇼 He tries to maintain his usual composure, but it’s clear that he is affected by you in ways he doesn’t quite understand. He may try to shift the conversation back to more neutral topics or focus on his work, but his mind often drifts back to you. Every small touch or glance feels like a spark, and when you smile at him, he feels both elated and overwhelmed. He doesn’t know how to express this new, deeper connection—he is an elf, after all, who has seen the rise and fall of ages, but this feeling is as new to him as it is to you.

𓇼 Internal thought: Why do your eyes make my heart race? I have walked through countless lifetimes, yet this… this is new. Public action: He might avoid direct eye contact, his hand lingering over his work longer than necessary, and he would unconsciously smile at you when you’re not looking. When he speaks to you, his voice might be just a bit softer, filled with warmth, as if his words carry an unspoken meaning.

𓆉 ⋆｡˚𓇼 ⋆｡˚𓆟 ⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𓆉 ⋆｡˚𓇼 ⋆｡˚𓆟

Círdan’s Reaction to You Playing with His Hair: ⭐️

𓇼 As an elf who values personal space and restraint, Círdan is initially uncertain about how to react when you start playing with his hair. Elven culture holds the act of touching someone’s hair as intimate, and it is typically reserved for the deepest forms of connection or courtship. He may feel a sudden, gentle tug at his heart when you touch his long, silvery beard or run your fingers through his hair. He would likely freeze for a moment, unsure whether he should pull back or lean into the touch.

𓇼 The sensation of your fingers against his hair brings a warmth that he is not accustomed to. His ancient, composed self is momentarily swept away by the gentle intimacy of the moment. Despite his initial hesitation, Círdan might slowly relax, allowing you to continue, though his thoughts race. He is so used to being the one who takes care of others, the one in control of situations, but with you, the roles have subtly shifted.

𓇼 If you braid or gently tug at his hair, Círdan might look at you with soft, affectionate eyes, his lips curling into a tender smile. He finds himself enjoying the attention, his heart swelling with a feeling he hadn’t experienced in centuries. He’s touched, not just physically but emotionally, by your closeness and the quiet, intimate bond that is growing between you both.

𓇼 Internal thought: I have crafted many ships, sailed many seas… but nothing has ever felt as delicate as this moment. Your touch… it is like the wind, soft yet ever-present. Public action: He might lean in slightly, closing his eyes for a brief moment to savor the feeling, or he may reach up and gently touch your hand as it lingers in his hair, silently acknowledging your connection. His reaction would be calm, but there would be a sparkle in his eyes that betrays his growing fondness.

𓆉 ⋆｡˚𓇼 ⋆｡˚𓆟 ⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𓆉 ⋆｡˚𓇼 ⋆｡˚𓆟

A Kiss and How Círdan Reacts: 💋

𓇼 When you finally lean in and kiss him—whether it’s a soft, tentative kiss on the cheek or a delicate press of lips to his—Círdan is momentarily frozen, his mind racing. He’s been aware of the tension between you both, but the realization that you feel the same way as he does takes him by surprise. He might feel his breath catch in his throat, and his heart beat just a little faster than usual, as if time itself has slowed for that brief moment.

𓇼 When the kiss ends, he would pull back slightly, his eyes searching yours, looking for any sign of hesitation. He is a creature of great patience, but he is also deeply sensitive to the emotions of those around him, and the weight of this simple gesture does not escape him.

𓇼 His reaction would be tender but quiet, perhaps brushing a stray lock of hair from your face, his fingers lingering on your skin for just a moment too long. His voice, though soft, would carry the weight of his emotions, his words almost like a whisper carried by the wind.

𓇼 Internal thought: How strange… to have lived for so long and yet, in this moment, feel as if I am a youth again, uncertain and full of wonder. Public action: A soft, lingering touch on your hand or a gentle press of his forehead to yours. He would not rush, but instead savor the moment, letting the warmth of your kiss settle into his being. A gentle, thoughtful smile would likely follow, his eyes searching yours for reassurance or to gauge your own feelings.

If you want anymore of any other elven characters like thranduil, Elrond, lindir, haldir, feren, meludir, Galion, elros, elladan, elrohir, Legolas, celeborn, erestor, glrofindel.

Let me know 💚🍃

#cirdan #cirdan x reader #cirdan the shipwright #cirdandaddy #cirdan headcanons #lord of the rings #the hobbit #the rings of power

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avelera · 2 years ago

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I feel like one unexpected side-effect in the (slight) uptick of queer ships becoming canon (seriously guys it's so slight if you look at the actual numbers) is learning how often slash fandom doesn't actually want the baggage that comes with their ship becoming canon.

I mean, of course they want it. The fandom wants the confirmation that they're not delusional, that they're not mocked, that the sparks they sensed between two possibly-queer characters is real.

But the side-effect of a ship becoming canon with anything more than a kiss to mark the end of the story is that it might become canon not in the way you wanted.

So long as the characters are in the will-they-won't-they, you can imagine what their first time would be like. You can imagine how they act in a relationship together. You can imagine the tone of the relationship.

You can imagine it in ways that are incredibly personal and meaningful to you.

But the minute a ship becomes canon at a point where the story still needs to progress, you're going to get divergence from the way you imagined it going.

They're going to bicker about things you never imagined would be a point of contention between them in the story, that it might have even been meaningful for you that they had never fought over previously, possibly because the story just didn't have the time for them to fight over that beforehand. Or perhaps this writer leans more into interpersonal conflict as a plot point, where you preferred the couple facing an external threat. There's as many ways to imagine the tone of a relatinship as there are people in the world.

They're going to have a different first-something than you imagined. First kiss, first date, first time sleeping together. For it to be canonical it has to be committed to the page which means it has to be set. Maybe you thought it would be awkward where it was smooth, or smooth where it should be awkward. Maybe you though the kiss would be a bigger deal to them than the sex or vice versa. Maybe canonically they flub the romance of that first time for the sake of comedy. Now that's canon too. You can ignore it with fic, obviously that's what fandom is about, but now it's AU, not "what-if?".

There might be interruptions to the love story, breakups, fights, separations, that aren't the end of the relationship but do mark an action beat that is necessary to keep the story moving and interesting. Unless the last canonical beat is them riding into the sunset together, it's inevitable and usually marks the end of a story because domestic fluff where nothing happens isn't actually a genre that can be sustained in original fiction without a plot.

Look, as queer ships become canon, this is going to be inevitable. OFMD S2 was the most egregious example I've seen recently of everyone who had engaged with the fandom having a different version of how they wanted Stede and Ed to behave once they were together. I couldn't help but laugh when I saw that the fandom fervency shifted from the canonical established queer ship (after it had the audacity to move beyond the establishing kiss and then the will-they-won't-they phase of reuniting), to the potential of a character who was never even canonically established as queer (Izzy) because everything about his story still lived in the potential land that fandom thrives in. And I don't entirely mean that as a criticism, just as a bitter irony!

Fandoms don't necessarily want a ship confirmed, they think they do, but that potential which was so enshrined and infuriatingly drawn out with regards to queer ships for so long and that's only just barely breaking just a little from when it was outright forbidden to show queer characters getting together (and it still is in most of the world if you go by population, and heavily discouraged by the mainstream powers that be in most places even where it's not banned, the limitations on international markets you get from having canonical queer characters even as side characters still makes it prohibitive for big budget flicks, since it means cutting themselves off from those markets in terms of recouping costs.)....

ANYWAY the point I'm making is that a few queer ships becoming canon has led to a perhaps predictable but depressing amount of outrage when 1) a popular queer ship doesn't become canon, but that's been building for a while now, but also 2) when the popular ship becoming canon doesn't become canon in the way the fandom wanted. Which was also inevitable but goddamn as a veteran of fandom for over two decades now, I can remember not that long ago when your queer ship becoming canon just not in the way you hoped would have been a damn nice problem to have!

#maggie rambles #fandom #ofmd meta

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blakeswritingimagines · 2 years ago

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Dating Villain! Daemon Would Include:

Being a villain, people are going to talk about him. When someone talks about him, it's probably going to be about his deeds or actions. You know, who he's hurt, what he's destroyed. But when someone wants to talk about him as a person and they want to understand what makes him tick, to know him-he has to look at the person who loves him and asks you how you see him.

In simple terms. Exhilarating. He cannot tell you how thrilling it is to break so many moral and physical boundaries when you are with someone as twisted as he is. He feels free to be himself, to do as he pleases, knowing that regardless of what happens, you are always on the same twisted wavelength. And he is so unpredictable, that you are constantly on your toes. He loves the way he feels with his love by his side. And of course, you love watching him burn.

I must confess, that the relationship is not always easy. Despite the thrill, you both have a habit of becoming toxic, bound together, you are like a timebomb ready to explode. He often finds the intensity and unpredictability to be difficult to navigate in a relationship. But it is the drama that keeps him coming back. Love is messy, love is difficult, and being with you reminds him of that fact.

Aside from the excitement of doing the wrong thing, he finds himself fascinated with your mind and the way it works. You'll constantly be surprised by his thought processes, the reasoning behind his dark deeds. So much so that the little amount of morals you have left are constantly tested. And at the same time, you'll find yourself drawn deeper and deeper into his dark embrace. He is consumed by you, utterly and fully. He is yours, mind, body, and soul.

There is simply nothing quite like it. The rush of adrenaline, the thrill of testing fate, the excitement of pushing boundaries and defying conventional morality. But, to do so with your soulmate and partner in crime is something truly spectacular. You are made for one another. He is the embodiment of everything dark, wrong, and forbidden, and you will be in absolute heaven because of it. The things you can do together, both in and out of the spotlight, are things of legends.

You push him to be the best version of himself, and he believes you would say the same. He's been with many people in his time, and none of them have been able to truly bring out his darker side like you do. You know how to bring out his true colors and push him to his limits. And for someone as volatile and unpredictable as himself, he really needs a love like you to keep him engaged. You are the perfect combination of darkness and beauty, and he has no doubt you are his soulmate.

When he is with you, he feels no constraints. There are no limits to how far he can push the boundaries. And you push back just as hard, if not harder. You both are free to break rules and defy laws in pursuit of your interests and desires. It is exhilarating to know that he is with someone who is willing to go as far as him. It is almost as if you are daring him to cross the line, knowing full well that he will always push it further. The power dynamic is intoxicating.

The best part of it all is your sheer loyalty. There is no fear of betrayal, no need to worry about her abandoning or forsaking him, all of your plans and plots are always a joint effort and there is a level of stability and security he's never experienced before. You will always have his back and fight alongside him against those who would oppose your dark ways.

He feels a sense of freedom with his love by his side. He feels like he can live out his every dark desire, push the boundaries of what’s right and wrong, and even defy the Gods themselves because he knows that his love is right there with him. He feels free, empowered, and liberated in a way he never has before. He feels like he has a partner and a confidant who understands and accepts him for who he is and is able to match and even surpass him in terms of darkness.

Well, I have to say, it can also be quite the emotional rollercoaster. Because although you both love your dark and twisted lives, you are still two very troubled and emotionally complicated individuals. You'll have your ups and downs, like any normal relationship, but dare I say your ups and downs are a bit more extreme due to your wicked ways. But it's all part of the game for you both. You love each other, flaws and all. You learn to embrace the chaos.

When dating Daemon, one must be cautious of their words. He takes everything literally and is quick to anger. He is also prone to bouts of madness, so it is important to pay attention to the state of his mind when interacting with him. Despite these challenges, Daemon is passionate and loyal to the people he has loved and he has a soft spot for people even if he finds it funny that they fear him.

He has a soft spot for those who show courage and loyalty. When it comes to the person he loves, he takes pleasure in watching you fight and struggle to please him. He will punish you for disobeying him but will reward you for being good, giving him exactly what he desires. The affection he desires must involve pain, pleasure, and domination.

#daemon targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen smut #daemon x reader #daemon targeryan #daemon targaryen #daemon targeryen x reader #house of the dragon #dating would include #hotd daemon targaryen #hotd daemon #hotd headcanon #hotd x reader #hotd #house of the dragon headcanon

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ilovescaredysquirrel2 · 2 months ago

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Disney movies my kids will NOT be allowed to watch

My bf James and I have already started talking about this. He was never a Disney fan growing up and neither was I, except I liked shows like Good Luck Charlie, Bear in the Big Blue House, Shake it Up, and Suite Life of Zack & Cody on deck. All the 4 shows I named, our kids would be allowed to watch. However when it comes to movies, I am more strict.

Here are a list of Disney movies I will NEVER let my kids watch:

Snow White and the Seven Dwarves (both the live action and cartoon one send a bad message, just different agendas. I just don't want my little girl thinking she needs to be kissed by a prince who's way older than her when she's only 14)

Pinocchio (Who needs the stupid old Disney one when you got the modern versions that have more characters? Idc if Pinocchio's/Buratino's Return is in Russian, at least it has a better story than the old Disney one. Plus, they include the blue haired girl)

Song of the South (I never seen it but I heard it was banned because of racial stereotypes. I'd be surprised if it's worse than the others I'll name)

Peter Pan (There's obvious reasons why I wouldn't allow my kids to watch this... the racist song about the Indigenous tribes, as well as Tinkerbell being hypersexualized and the scene where they're hitting her butt)

The Little Mermaid (I'll let my kids watch the live action version but not the hypersexualized cartoon one. Seriously? What were they thinking when they drew her, she has tiny seashells that barely cover her breasts, not to mention, she's supposedly 16? That's disgusting to draw a 16 year old barely wearing anything. There's also a scene where it shows her butt).

Aladdin (Like Ariel, Jasmin is also hypersexualized and it's just as disgusting when you find out she's said to be about 14-15 years old. I have no problem with Disney drawing Jessica Rabbit with the hypersexualized body but Ariel and Jasmin are minors, they shouldn't be drawn like that).

Pocahontas (Seriously, doesn't everyone hate this one??? The song about the Indigenous tribe in Peter Pan was racist but this whole movie is 1000 times worse. They made this "magical romance story" inspired by a young girl's tragedy who was kidnapped and taken to England when she was like 12 or 13, then she died from disease. You gotta be really nostalgia blinded to not see anything wrong with this one.)

Beauty and the Beast (Idc if the live action one is better, my little girl is not allowed to watch either of them. Why would you want your daughter to watch a movie about a girl who falls in love with the monster beast who kidnaps her, and with all her love he magically turns into a prince who's twice her age. Wtf why would your parents let you watch this as a kid??? Doesn't anyone else have a problem with this story?)

High School Musical (It's not as bad as the others I named but I'm sick of the whole "blonde hair popular girl always the mean villain" agenda, when we can also see Sharpay's point of view as not wanting some nobody's to join the theater club when she worked hard for years).

Zootopia (Okay, I hope what I'm saying isn't controversial because I'm not trying to be but this movie got a little too... political? Like the whole racism thing with animal characters was done so poorly and also tried to connect with the real life events, which should not be in a movie made for kids. I seen other animated movies where they did the "animal racism" type story way different and showed both sides. I recommend Ernest & Celestine instead, I'm gonna get my kids into Ernest & Celestine)

If you have any thoughts, let me know! If you disagree, I would like to hear your opinion on why. Perhaps #9 is a bit harsh, but I never seen that movie in years. I think High School Musical is the only one I put on this list that I might give in to letting my kid watch.

#my thoughts #disney movies #disney movies kids should NOT watch #don't let your kids watch this

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digi-tama-in-your-pocket · 11 months ago

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I've been on a real comic book kick lately. I'm mostly fixated on Batman at the moment ( his partner would totally be Cyberdramon btw, maybe tukaimon as the rookie stage ) but it got me thinking about how id love to see more collaboration between the western comics scene and the japanese manga scene, we've got a Naruto meets Ninja Turtles crossover coming soon, DC and Marvel already dabbled in manga and anime versions of their stuff, and we have various netflix adaptations of anime, and a few movies. Admittedly, I wish when it came to the western side of things, we'd stop doing so much live action and start doing animation and comics.

I'm getting rambling a little off topic here. It led me to think back, and I swear I have a memory of manga releasing as single floppy issues on american comic book racks. I distinctly remember Dragon Ball Z, Sailor Moon, Pokemon Adventures, and The Electric Tale of Pikachu all releasing each chapter as a single stand alone comic book. I just can't seem to find any evidence of this... but tell you what I do remember though...

These western adaptations of the Digimon Anime, mostly just a 1:1 recration, hand drawn, rather than, whatchacallem, those "Cinemangas" that used to take up space on the shelf at Borders.

Look at these fucking covers.

I love them so much. The composition of each one really has the attention grabbing energy that so many comics on store shelves had to have at the time. Although only 12 issues were published in the west, it looks like other territories got the whole she-bang, and even Adventure 02, Frontier, and Tamers got comics.

I'd love to see these all re-released in glorious full color, even if it's only digitally... however, we all know that's never going to happen. I'm sure these comics are wrapped in all kinds of legal red tape and Bandai probabl doesn't even know they exist.

That being said...

it would be so cool to see a brand new ongoing comic book in the west set in the world of Digimon. I know the western comic book scene has it's issues but one thing they do very well is explore an established canon from all sorts of different angles. And the best part is, purists who don't want this, don't have to read it.

And I'd kind of like a Tamagotchi comic too, that's kind of what I thought that "time travel" shell was at first, but alas. And I think that's even less likely than a Digimon Dark Horse reprint, because.. well I don't think a tamagotchi comic would sell even a little. We can't even get the anime subbed and fans aren't interested. No chance a comic book could happen.

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clonerightsenthusiast · 7 months ago

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welcome to hater corner. book asks 13 and 16

okay yeah i asked for this

i actually mostly read books that i really liked this year! even ones where i was like 'yeah i dont need to read the rest of this series' (cough fourth wing) i was reasonably entertained by.

so actually the answer for both least favorite book and most over-hyped book is the same one, and i will be murdered for it, but i did NOT like This Is How You Lose The Time War. i read it at the beginning of the year and really restrained myself while talking about it with the ppl who recommended it bc everyone else loved it so ive been SITTING on these opinions.

everybody and their mom has nothing but the highest praise for this book and maybe i just dont get it because romance isn't my genre but. it REALLY did not do it for me. i desperately wanted there to be any kind of coherent plot or sense of cause and effect between scenes but it's just a series of disconnected scenes of the characters talking about doing things with no explanation why that don't seem to have any impact at all on the state of the world. every so often we're told things are going badly for one side or the other but there's never any lines drawn from an action the other side took. i kept waiting for anything to come back around and it simply did not happen. and like, sure. it's a romance book. the time war itself is just a framing device for an epistolary romance. but GOD every conversation would have so much weight if red and blue were actually tangibly affecting each other's situation! if they were drawing lines between one of them destroying something and the other being put in timeout! if their actual war efforts had any weight at all then weighing their duty vs their growing connection with their enemy is much more meaningful! argahjagr im going to eat glass

people rant and rave about the prose but i bounced off it HARD. i found it painfully obtuse to the point where i was fighting with the text to have any idea at all of what was literally happening on the page. legitimately i didn't realize the foreshadowing for the plot twist bc the prose was so arcane i didn't realize there was supposed to be another character in those scenes and thought it was just the same narrator. and like, im an idiot so maybe that was just me but. woof.

and what KILLS me is the ending is REALLY GOOD. the book sprouts a plot at the eleventh hour and when the prose is forced to become more tangible because characters are actually interacting in a scene and their actions are actually relevant to what happens so it has to be clear what they're actually doing (while still being flowery and descriptive!!) it's very engaging and i loved it! and it's such a tiny fraction of a very short book! there is a version of this book that lives in my head where the whole book is like those last couple chapters and it drives me fucking insane.

so anyways yeah if you love time war im happy for you :))))))

#ty wave for the invitation to get that off my chest <3 haters forever <3 #im sorry to women for this one

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kevinsreviewcatalogue · 2 years ago

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Review: Puss in Boots: The Last Wish (2022)

Puss in Boots: The Last Wish (2022)

Rated PG for action/violence, rude humor/language, and some scary moments

Score: 5 out of 5

Puss in Boots: The Last Wish is a movie I missed last year, which made it kind of annoying to hear so many people praising it to the heavens as one of the best animated films in years, not least of all because I'm the kind of guy who does not like spoilers. Flying down to Florida just in time to share a house with three little kids over Christmas break gave me the perfect opportunity to check it out, and the only thing I'm disappointed about is not seeing it sooner. It doesn't reinvent the wheel or have any pretensions of being a particularly revelatory movie, but it's still an outstandingly well-put-together one in everything from the animation to the characters to the humor to the mayhem. Putting it side-by-side with Shrek, the film that put DreamWorks Animation in the spotlight and which this one is a sequel to a spinoff of, shows just how much the studio has evolved in the twenty-plus years since then, going from mischievous, Looney Tunes-esque pop culture spoofs with barbs aimed directly at Disney to a kind of family-friendly, character-driven adventure comedy that's clearly inspired by the Mouse but still has enough unique style and dramatic edge to stand out. I don't really have much to add to the conversation on this one except to say that it's easily one of the best films that DreamWorks has ever made, especially given what I thought of the movie they released just eight months before this, and one that I expect to stick around as a classic just like Shrek itself.

Set in a fantasy/fairy-tale version of Spain, our eponymous protagonist is an intelligent cat who has exploited his nine lives to become an adventurer who doesn't fear death... at least, not until he loses his eighth life thanks to his carelessness fighting a monster attacking a town. Suddenly, he no longer feels so invincible, especially once he encounters a mysterious wolf bounty hunter who seeks to claim his ninth and final life after watching him squander his previous eight. Going into retirement in an elderly cat lady's home after burying his sword and gear, Puss is dragged back to the world of adventure when Goldilocks, the thuggish leader of the Three Bears Crime Family (guess who her "enforcers" are), seeks to hire him to find the Wishing Star, a magical rock that would grant one wish to whoever discovers it -- and she won't take no for an answer. Puss decides that this star is his key to regaining his nine lives, and with help from an old flame named Kitty Softpaws, he sets out to find it himself, staying one step ahead of Goldilocks, the evil businessman "Big" Jack Horner who wants it for his own ends, and of course, the Wolf.

The look of the film is one of the most immediately striking things about it. While it's not the first film to use cel shading to make computer animation emulate the look of hand-drawn animation while being distinct from both (Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse and The Mitchells vs. the Machines did something similar recently), it's going for a different set of influences than those films, its look instead resembling a mix of the fairy tale artwork that the Shrek movies have always spoofed and anime in the action scenes. The settings feel lifted almost from a highly stylized painting or storybook, while the action looks downright sublime, the film's characters doing battle, chasing one another, and facing various treacherous foes on their quest for the Wishing Star in all manner of awesome ways. Even as cats, Puss and Kitty came across as credible and cool adventure heroes, especially with Antonio Banderas and Salma Hayek Pinault leaning heavily into their live-action screen personas, Banderas playing Puss as a riff on Zorro where the only real "parody" element comes from his species and Hayek playing Kitty as the cool femme fatale who has history with the hero that they'll inevitably have to settle. Florence Pugh was hilarious doing her best gender-flipped Ray Winstone impression as Goldilocks, especially with the real Winstone himself voicing one of the three bears (alongside Olivia Colman and Samson Kayo), while John Mulaney made Horner into an absolute bastard who I couldn't wait to see get his well-deserved comeuppance. At first glance, with three separate groups of characters all racing for the Wishing Star, this film can feel sprawling, and yet it always manages to tie these three stories together in a way that feels organic.

The key to doing this was the Wolf. From the moment we're introduced to him, he's presented as a metaphorical representation of death itself, an impossibly skilled fighter who trounces and nearly kills Puss in their first encounter and who is seemingly unstoppable from that point onward, every meeting he has with Puss feeling like it could be their last. The film's comedy stops dead cold whenever the whistling announcing his arrival starts up, Wagner Moura's performance lending him an almost demonic menace without going over-the-top into cackling supervillainy. He is one of the best villains I've seen in any animated film in a long while, a no-nonsense monster whose evil combines the most terrifying elements of an unstoppable force of nature and somebody who hates you personally, the closest thing that a family film could come to an outright slasher movie villain. There have been many jokes made about this film having one of the most realistic depictions of a panic attack in any animated film, but watching it, it was no joke: I understood immediately how this guy completely disarmed Puss' suave, arrogant demeanor and left him a trembling wreck running for his life. The Wolf wasn't just scary, he was a perfect villain for Puss, a representation of how his wasted life is finally catching up with him, and watching Puss reach a place where he can finally confront the Wolf and turn the tables on him was immeasurably satisfying.

From this, we get a fairly simple moral that largely boils down to a celebration of living life to the fullest rather than either wasting it on hedonism or remaining stuck in an idealized past. It's nothing revolutionary, but not only is it exactly the kind of thing that the fairy tales this movie is sending up have long embraced, it's well-told enough that I fully bought into it. If the original Shrek was a deconstructive parody of fairy tales that sent up their moral messages while offering a few of its own, then this film serves largely as a more faithful, straightforward throwback to them, amped up with a swashbuckling action/adventure plot and some jokes for the parents but otherwise falling squarely within the modern, post-Kung Fu Panda DreamWorks wheelhouse.

The Bottom Line

It's a very straightforward movie once you get past the stylish animation, but hardly to a fault, as it's still a riotous, heartfelt, and just plain awesome ride that delivers exactly where it counts and doesn't overstay its welcome. Easily one of the best family films of the last ten years.

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aenigmaticdays · 2 years ago

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At every turn

An AU (possibly) of what I have forming in my mind....that snippet down below.

The familiar weight of the sword materialises in her blood-stained hands and falls to the ground is that fleeting moment when time flows in reverse.

The other split-second decision that Kang Yeong Hwa had once made to cease both their pain and suffering by shedding his blood is as now as easy to make as the casual flip of the coin.

It’s a fitting, more worthy action—for the both of them and the path they’d chosen—that binds itself to the love she proclaims for him than a cruel, life-ending slash in the neck.

Tears distort her vision, shaping him into a smudged purple shape amidst the disorienting glow of the torches around them.

How ironic that she had needed 1,500 years of clarity and insight to come to this painful and all-too-late realisation, and it’s all because of him.

Him of all people in the notoriously ambitious Kingdom of Silla—the infamously cold and ruthlessly capable Silla General who’d won every battle he walked into, who’d taken the lives of her family and scattered a portion of the Gaya diaspora to the Northern shores.

And yet it was him who’d also inadvertently taught her about the resilience and the all-encompassing protectiveness of love even as the ground ran red with his blood.

It’s only here and now, in this ancient, hellish Silla dreamscape that she walks in as both Han Ri Ta and Kang Yeong Hwa, that she finds the courage to take an entirely different path in choosing to be with him over her inability to see past her pain and their miserable union.

But correcting the mistake of the past if only in her dream is as much an acknowledgement of how woefully she’d underestimated the tightness of the bond she’d formed with him, as it is as much a sure surrender to their inevitable fates.

“I love you, Sir.”

The words—words that she hadn’t manage to say at all in their previous encounters—tumble out with relief and regret.

As far as she’s concerned, they are words that she should have said earlier—much earlier—instead of the numerous elusive mentions of needing him by her side.

He turns around slowly, but doesn’t move towards her or away from her.

There’s no discernible shift in his expression although the drawn sword with its naked blade lying on the ground might have given him an idea of her initial intentions.

But desperation drives her persistence, pushes her feet towards him and into a tentative hug that he doesn’t return.

Instead, he steps back and looks intently at her. “Even if you do not let me go, the reality does not change.”

Is that the flicker of unease in the quiet whisper of those words? Like it’s a gentle rebuke rather than a stoic acceptance of another cycle of life and death passing them by?

Or is this all on her part—a subconscious knowing somehow, that this version of reality is merely a manifestation of her present-day longing and yearning that can only be held at bay for so long?

Yet he’d held on, against this drowning for 1,500 years, while she’d locked their cage and thoughtlessly flung the key to their redemption over the very cliff she’d been pushed over.

“I want to change my decision in the past in this way.” The admission now flows easily like the tide of the sea as smile creases her cheek. “So we can be together, at least in my dreams.”

He closes the distance then, understanding flooding his eyes.

This close to him, she hears his ragged, indrawn breath, feels the gentle curve of his cheek as he turns his head slightly towards the vague shouts and the footsteps that draw nearer.

“I promised that I would find a way to end our curse,” he says quietly. Always reassuring, but with that same, strange inflection threaded through his words. “I thought I did. But I cannot see beyond this lapse.”

This lapse?

The ground flips over, then rights itself.

The thin filament on which Han Ri Ta and Kang Yeong Hwa co-exists starts to fray as a distant thought snakes into her consciousness, far above the scene that’s playing out. In that brief second, she sees the blue-pink-purple threads that surround them, a source of glowing light of their own that disappears as soon as she reaches out to touch them.

She barely manages to breathe, barely manages to formulate a thought.

This odd turn, the same but different. Is this deviation yet another product of longing unfulfilled?

This just isn’t how it’s supposed to happen, especially after how carefully Han Ri Ta had finally laid down the pieces and cast her lot in with Doha fully.

This inglorious end where they die together is a road she’s trodden with him multiple times now, even if it’s a powerless way to walk out and resolve her own personal regrets.

It feels…it feels like she’s suddenly lifting something too heavy for her, before the ground beneath her feet crumbles and swallows the both of them whole.

How—?

She savours the brief, ghostly touch of his cold fingers against her cheek, then follows his gaze that to settles on that pink-blue-purple threads that swirl around them.

“You have to let me go.”

There’s a grim cast to his features, even if there’s that soft light in his eyes she can’t forget.

What--? No…!

She throws her arms tightly around him, even as he spins around and shields her with his back.

Then she feels, rather than hears, the whistle of the arrows starting to find their mark.

#moon in the day #kim young dae #pyo ye jin #fanfic #Writing what I want to see #kdrama #korean drama

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fakeshibe · 2 years ago

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i got one of the dishonored comics today, The Peeress and the Price (still waiting for the art book to ship), and it was a really cool short comic run!! i’ve got a couple of mixed feelings on certain parts of it though :/

So, spoilers mini-essay with absolutely no spell checking or proofreading to explain my thoughts and critiques :D

— Spoilers for Dishonored: the Peeress and the Price —

the art was incredible, loved it, such a sick style the really harsh lighting had such a sick effect. really cool use of colours too. For some reason on the version i got Emily’s headshot on the cover was like, super low resolution and visibly png compressed? there were a couple of page spreads of D2 location art on the inside too which were slightly compressed looking with a weird sharpness, no idea what’s going on there lol. it was an official print so, i guess maybe it didn’t get proofed properly before it went to print or there was a tight deadline? the actual comic art looks incredible, it’s just the cover and the art spreads, which makes sense cause they’re pieces i’ve seen other places being re-used for this. bit odd though.

It started out super great, diving straight into Emily being confronted with the demand for democracy from a group of Dunwall citizens, and I love that!! it’s a genuinely good question for Emily to be asked, if she’s always looking to do the best thing for Dunwall, would that include abolishing the monarchy? but then the rest of the comic just feels too short to properly explore that and it concludes in such an unsatisfying way. It feels like it was maybe meant to be a 3 issue thing treat had to be shortened to 2? or maybe it was always 2 issues, and really should’ve been 2. idk.

The action is really great, I really love it!! it’s so cool to see how Corvo and Emily fight side by side, and to get it clarified that Corvo’s mark doesn’t get returned post-Delilah in D2. And the antagonist, Price? the way she’s drawn and framed is so cool and I love it, she’s allowed to be so brutal and i love that. but does she really have a motivation? Unless i missed a panel i couldn’t really tell one other than she just wants to watch the world burn. She kinda fits the description of characters from Morely, so in my mind i’m assuming she’s for the fall of Dunwall and the empire because of how Morely has been constantly revolting against the empire in the background of the games, because that actually is a really cool motivation that brings the wider empire into the story and furthered the question of how much good Emily’s position as empress does when balanced against the damage inherent of it being an empire.

But yeah, the ‘im into chaos because, fuckin idk it’s fun to watch the world burn’ methodology of Price kinda doesn’t work for me. I know Price explains her motivation in more detail while she’s attempting to convince Wainwright to use his position to turn peaceful protest into a violent rebellion, but it still just doesn’t convince me without the mention of Morely or a wider motivation.

Also, the part about the ending being unsatisfying? Emily kills like 10 of the rat gang henchmen without a second though, not in self defence either, she usually starts it. So her sparing the leader of the gang and telling the public ‘it’s not my position to decide who lives or dies’… actual what the fuck are you on about 😭😭 since when?? unless that’s meant to be her separating Empress Emily and assassin Emily, and declaring that publicly she’ll limit her powers, but behind the scenes she’ll still control Dunwall??

Also the people were like having a revolution 10 mins ago, but now that Emily has spared one person from capital punishment they’re all royalists again? idk, i loved the art in the comic and the characters but i think some of the writing just wasn’t for me lol

I’ve still to read the actual books and ik they’re a lot longer than a 36 page comic, so i’m hoping they delve into things a bit deeper.

All in all, I think by nature a short run comic is gonna struggle to go very in depth on any topic, i think it did it pretty well for the format and i’d have loved to see the authors and artists given a longer run to explore the ideas they had further :) I think it’s a nice little follow up to show how things work in Dunwall post-D2, and how Emily and Corvo work together and everything. It’s nice to see that there’s been a thought for the continuation of the series and more spin-off media, even if i have critiques of it i’ll always be glad for more Dishonored related media lmao

#sheeb dishonored posting #Dishonored comics #dishonored2 #Peeress and the Price #Peeress and the price spoilers

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curecraft · 2 years ago

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Dancing☆Star Pretty Cure

#precure #pretty cure #dancing star precure #top #lock #soul #kagura #break #pas de deux #craft.post #I thought a side by side of the drawn and live action versions would be cool #I think it would’ve been funny if they took a photo of the fairy’s actor and made it ridiculously small for the live action poster #100

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ghidorahsrealm · 2 years ago

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Noooooo, I didn’t draw kaijus to put them into DMC...

Titanus Ghidorah (my redesigned version) - Titanus Daevas and Apocryphan - Titanus Shinchū

Titanus Ghidorah:

Ichi is the main controller of the body. A prideful, borderline arrogant kaiju, Ichi acts as the mastermind or intelligent one of the three heads. He’s the one that plans everything and keeps Ni and San under control; he is capable of keeping his emotions under wrap, so no one knows what he’s visibly feeling at that point in time, though his actions says a lot more than his words do, despite him enjoying long and debatable conversations. Easily the most level-headed one and to keep focused on the main goal, unlike his fellow heads. He knows that brute force or manipulation alone isn’t enough to crush his enemies, so often, he blends the styles together to cause mass carnage and annihilate his enemies with lethal efficiency. Godzilla hates Ichi the most out of the heads.

Ni is the second head, and the most destructively violent one of the three heads. His head structure is made to cause absolute catastrophe by having a bite force stronger than Ichi or San’s, and no kaiju (minus Godzilla) is able to escape his jaws alive, or at the very least, shattered bones and profusive bleeding (that is difficult or impossible to stop due to venom glands Ni has). His electrical breath is the most devastating, but severely difficult to control, and more than likely can have just as much damage done to themselves as to the rest of the world. To rival his power, Ni is the boaster and highly aggressive. He sees the world as his playground - he is the king of Kings, he doesn’t have to follow orders (except he does, as Ichi controls a majority of the body). If an area in the world is too peaceful, or there is no battles amongst the kaiju, Ni is the most likely one to start it, as there always has to be conflict, or else what is the point in the world that they live in? Though, admittedly, the only one who can keep Ni calm for long periods is Mothra; no one is sure why this is the case, but kaiju and humans alike don’t complain much, considering Ni is a walking disaster ready to burst at any given moment.

San is the third and last head. The most “innocent” one of the heads, San has appropriately adopted the name of “Kevin”, given to him by the humans who took notice of his dorky personality, but despite his pleasant mannerisms, he has his own dark side. Internally, San is sadistic, manipulative, and cunning. His outside personality isn’t an entire lie, but it’s not the entire truth. The reality is that his base nature fights against the kaiju he tries to be, a tug of war that lasts millennia with neither half gaining the upper hand for too long. San tries his best, he really does, but the scent of freshly drawn blood and screams of tiny humans tempts his inner bloodlust, and so he loses himself in the moment, focused only on the ruin that follows. He would cause chaos alongside the other two heads, but wouldn’t immediately end his opponents. Instead, he’d be the type to drink their blood, throw out taunts, mocking them, insulting them, using his slick words to get them to slip. He’d even eat the ashes of dead humans that have been vaporized, just to watch the horror fly on the faces of the humans who knew the ash pile moments before. Once San snaps out of it, he feels nothing but overwhelmingly crushing guilt; he knows he can’t be forgiven for the crimes, and knows that his thoughts would claw him from the inside out. But he tries to not let it get to him. The only thing to keep them at bay is try to make up what he’s done, to be the kind kaiju people knew him as, but trust is a tricky thing, and San often finds himself alone. No one knows how to pull him from his darkened state, though who knows, maybe he’ll find someone... maybe. (Oh, and he uses his horn to skewer and slash body parts off his opponents, that horn is razer sharp and can cut through steel painfully easily.)

Titanus Daevas:

Daevas is the first daughter of the Queen, Mothra, and the Devil, King Ghidorah. While it may appear that she has two heads that are separate individuals, it’s actually just Daevas, but split into two heads... if that makes sense. The extra head allows her to watch from both behind or below, while the other watches the front or above; additionally, it also means shes able to grasp objects or other kaiju, as with her front limbs, they’re more so meant for tearing into flesh with their serrated edges than actual carrying. Height wise, she’s taller than her father, though in overall bulk/mass, she is lighter with a more sleek build. Her tail is like that of a scorpions, with the curved edge holding a prevalent venom that prevents blood clots and induces mild paralysis, hindering her opponents limbs so that she may use her electrical beams to blast the opponent into puddles of blood. Or, if she so wished, she could use the barbs on her tail to slam into the opponent and have them break off similar to spines, though usually the process to regrow the barbs takes a considerable amount of time, so its only used for emergencies.

Daevas (or Olvida, her human name) is a lost soul making due with what she has. Due to Ichi not caring for Daevas like how Ni does, he ultimately abandons her, which causes Ni to try and blow apart Ichi’s head; he does deeply care for his daughter, but his insecurities are deep, as he fears that he’d accidentally hurt or kill Daevas, or that he’d be a horrible example of a parent and lead her down a dark path like the one he has treaded upon. Ichi, noticing the internal struggle, manipulates Ni into giving into his head (as in reality, Ni isn’t as strong-willed like Ichi is), and convinces him that Daevas would be a lot safer being in the hands of Mothra than his own, and Ni caves. He was broken, and Mothra attempted to intervene, to try and reign in Ni and bring out his parental side, but he is too far gone, Ichi wormed too far into his psyche to where Ni wishes he didn’t have Daevas. He was always going to be a failure of a father, so why did he bring in such a precious life that he would inevitably destroy? His thoughts crushed Mothra, and it led to a long-felt depression to come crashing down. She started blaming herself for what has happened; this reflected in how she cares for Daevas (and soon, her younger sister, who has yet to hatch), where Mothra found herself lost more in her thoughts than caring for her daughter, and Daevas noticed. She wasn’t dumb, she noticed the look in her mother’s eyes. Looking at Daevas made Mothra succumb deeper into the abyss, a constant reminder of how Ni left, leaving Daevas fatherless. He was always around, yet, he ignored Mothra and Daevas whenever they were nearby, but when Daevas wanders up to him? He’d snap, but it was a cover up to try and prevent the merciless tears from pouring out. Daevas never tried again.

An accident, that’s what she convinced herself she was. Her thoughts were even more solidified where one day, her mother was gone. Daevas had a dream before she woke up to Mothra being missing, the soft whispers of “I’ll be going away soon, but I’ll be back, I promise” resonated within her skull, and the young kaiju knew that those words were rooted in reality, but it wasn’t the full truth. A day she waited, a week, a month, a year. She wasn’t coming home, she had lied. Daevas left the nest that was once her home, knowing that she had been abandoned by the only hope left in her life - she was pained by this, oh the shattering of her heart echoed throughout her chest, making it hard to swallow and hard to breathe. But she endured, she was just an accident after all, along with her younger sister. Her sister was born after Ni had left the family, and was still only a larva when Mothra had abandoned them. She was weaker than Daevas, significantly weaker; she struggled to eat, her moves were sluggish, and her exhaustion knew no limits. Other kaiju would’ve abandoned her, seeing her as more of a burden to their survival than their own kin, but Daevas wouldn’t be like their parents. She cared for her sister, took her with on her travels. They never stayed in one spot, always moving, always surviving. Soon, she has reached her young adult hood, and her sister began to change into her moth form, though she was still reliant on Daevas. Daevas didn’t mind, she was her sister after all, and no matter the day, she’d care for her little sister. Even if she would die in her attempts to keep her safe.

Daevas is a survivor, so she doesn’t interact with the other kaiju in fear they’d attempt to harm her or her little sister. Not to mention, they’d think she was the hidden heir to the Devil, and while she doesn’t wish to be associated with her father, part of her yearns to be recognized by him, to at least be acknowledged that the power she has gives her great potential. Dae isn’t one to dwell on those thoughts for too long though, as it would risk the safety of both her and her sister, so she buries it under hard work hunting for food and making sure her sister is safe. Now, I wouldn’t say she’s the type to get over trauma easily, but Dae always attempts to look at it from a logical stand point: those kaiju that affected her the most aren’t in her life anymore, and so theres no point in dwelling on the suffering she had to go through. If she ever meets them again? She’ll attempt to let the past be the past, and focus on the future. The daughter of the Devil is more of a brawn over brains, but it’s not to say she is “dumb”. She’s a quick learner when it comes to learning to survive, but socializing? She is significantly slower with. She’d be hostile at first, definitely, and will likely keep up a hostile or intimidating front for a while for those she doesn’t know, but slowly over time, she’ll tolerate other kaiju being around. She prefers not to talk though, her speech is kinda... meh. Basic words to get the point across, but if you use too many big words, she won’t understand. Don’t try explaining it to her either, she’ll look at you like you’re an insane mad man.

Titanus Apocryphan:

The son of the Devil and Muto Queen, and the half-brother of Daevas and her sister. He is recognized as the true heir to Ghidorah, though he could care less about such a title. In the end, it is just a title, it has nothing of value and just a term to label something, which quite frankly, Apocryphan hates. King, queen, prince, princess, it doesn’t matter, and so he does get into scuffles with Godzilla sometimes when the King tries to assert his dominance over him, but if theres one thing Apocryphan hates, its control. Now, Apoc is nice, borderlining on a gentleman, but he shares no desires in being an alpha, no desires in having a mate and continuing the bloodline, he just wishes to experience life itself. Call him a hippie, if you will, but he’s the non-pacifist hippie. Just don’t piss him off; Apocryphan is one of the bulkiest kaiju, and he’d definitely body you if you can’t fly or don’t have matching bulk to withstand him toppling you. He’s by no means as agile as say, Daevas, but he does have a nasty lightning breath attack, able to use an EMP ability, and able to deal an AOE electric attack to knock down flyers temporarily. Despite him having appendages similar to wings, they’re more so used for protecting himself; flexible, yet undeniably tough hide, able to withstand extreme temperatures and resistant to damage. He’s the tank, so to speak.

When he was born, he was actually adored by Ichi; the primary head adored his son, pride swelling within his chest at the sight of his spawn. He raises him well alongside his Queen, Barb, teaching him how to fight and in some cases, teaching him brutality if the situation so calls for it. Barb got on his hide for teaching their son such a thing, but it was quickly dismissed by Ichi, who told her he wouldn’t be trying to teach his son such things again. Barb was doting upon her son, though not overly so. She told stories about her species to a young Apocryphan, who was fascinated by such tales, and sometimes his father would come in to tell his own book of history about the kind he was apart of. In short, Apocryphan had the family Daevas had lost, and that made her nearly ignite herself into flames when she finds out about Apoc.

Now to the part I want to write about - Apocryphan and Daevas are heated rivals, but it’s pretty one-sided. Apoc genuinely wants to bond with the half-sister his father never spoke of, but Daevas sees him as just... well, a replacement for her. All those years of surviving, and this is the reward she receives for all of her painful suffering? She brews with intense, bloody hatred at the sight of him, and wants to slash him apart to show her dominance over her younger half-brother. What Apoc sees though? Just someone that’s broken, agonizingly so. So despite all of the near-death scenarios he throws himself into, he still tries to get to know Dae, to hear her story. That’s one she’ll likely never tell Apoc to his face though. His presence alone is a slap to the face for her.

Titanus Shinchū

Ah, the youngest sister of Dae, and older sibling of Apocryphan. Now, admittedly, she is the weakest character out of the ones I’ve written about so far. From what I do have of her, she is admittedly very weak for a kaiju. She can still be a thorn for humanity, but can be dealt with quickly. She was born with an autoimmune disease, so her body is constantly fighting herself, leaving her drained a majority of the time and difficult to... well, live. She doesn’t give up though, she would be the one too angry and stubborn to die, angry at the world. She never is harsh to her older sister, but everyone else, including Godzilla? Sarcastic and rude, always having a biting remark to nip at them. In a way, shes envious about the life they live - they don’t suffer from all the pain she has to go through, must be nice getting to live a normal life, to actually be able to function properly rather than consume yourself from the inside. I imagine her life span would be shorter compared to Dae, though her benefit is that she’s, thankfully, able to be reborn like how her mother does, but it’s always painful for Dae to see her die. A life of suffering, fueled by the anger that Shin has for the world and the hand that was dealt to their family.

She clings to Dae a lot, admittedly. Dae is the wall, but Shin is the ranged attacker. Her wings are like a dragon fly’s, beating fast that generates a lot of heat to pulse through her body, and she’s able to launch electrical spines at her enemies with, honestly, quite good accuracy. She’s fast in the air, like, ungodly fast, but it takes a huge chunk of energy for her to go that fast, so usually she hovers, as it takes less energy, but honestly? Shin prefers not to fly at all; to her, you’re just painting a big ol’ red target on your underbelly, and while she doesn’t mind dying (since she’ll come back anyway), it’s a pain in the ass to get to her moth form again.

Hates Apoc too, but isn’t blinded by nothing but rage like Dae is. She’ll hear him out, if just to quell her curiosity, but then she’d tell him to scurry back to Ghidorah, he isn’t welcomed here.

that’s all im going to write bc my brain go poof back to dmc i gooooo

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cythiraeth · 2 years ago

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jealousy is sometimes good for both of you! - i.e. you being jealous of kaveh

✧ ─ ⌑ pairing: gn!reader x kaveh

✧ ─ ⌑ short summary: as you help him clean, you come across something that makes you doubt his feelings. how will he explain it?

✧ ─ ⌑ about the work: fluff (ig?), jealousy, lowercase, not proof-read

✧ ─ ⌑ notes: hii! welcome to my blog, which i created on impulse. you can call me liv! it's actually my first post ever, so i hope its okay. i just had to create something, because for a few recent days my head was empty, just kaveh in there. enjoy!

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the sun was already going down when the last of its rays danced across the floor as they fell through the open window. there was no doubt that it looked quite charming, but it also made all the dust particles on the brown floor more visible. you had to look away so as not to get angry that it wasn't clean. you had already been sweeping the floor in kaveh's house for almost half an hour, and you wanted to get it done as soon as possible. even if it was you who had the idea of helping him...

it was his turn to clean the house, and of course he left it until the last minute. you didn't like the idea of al-haitham getting even madder at kaveh than he already was, so you offered to help (read: to do most of the work yourself). he thanked you with a kiss and promised to return the favour, ignoring your complaints that it wasn't necessary. he quickly hid in his room to get back to work, leaving you with a broom in the living room.

you had almost finished your work when you noticed a small pile of papers that had been left on the sill of the window. you thought it must be something kaveh forgot to take with him, so you put down the broom and went to his room. you don't know what it was that made you want to look, because you never do, but this time you let your eyes fall on the sheets. bringing the papers closer to your eyes, you stopped halfway. the first page was covered with some of kaveh's writing, but the gaps between the lines and the blank spaces were all filled with little pencil scribbles of�� him? you blinked twice, not quite sure if you had seen it right. why would he... draw himself on his own papers? not to mention the fact that some of the larger scribbles were in fact very detailed, but still done in a messy style. you could see a small version of him drawn in a comic book style, a more realistic portrait and even a detailed drawing of his hairpin. he was a skilled artist, you knew that, but you wouldn't accuse him of being so self-indulgent as to draw something like this.

unintentionally, your first thought was: someone has drawn him. by someone, you meant a girl. then you shook your head and laughed at your own stupidity, but even after that you couldn't help the feeling that began to grow in your stomach. with a few questions in your head, you finally went to his room, and after hearing a silent "come in" when you knocked on the door, you entered the apartment.

sitting behind his desk, he raised his head. a slight smile appeared on his face when he saw you as he put down his pencil. "done cleaning?" he inquired quietly. "almost," you replied as you walked further into the room after you had closed the door. you handed him the papers you had brought, "looks like you forgot something from the living room," you said. he looked at them in silence before replying, "oh, that's right! thanks for bringing them." you could hear the subtle chuckle in his voice, the one he often made when the two of you were alone together. you smiled at his actions, but still the questions in your mind made your skin itch. you took a step closer and leaned over his desk. "not a problem," you said with a smile, "but i was wondering... who did these little drawings?" you pointed your finger at one of them, depicting his side profile.

his answer made your heart skip a beat, even though you knew you were probably too sensitive about it. "oh, my friend drew them. adorable, aren't they?" he asked, laughing, before adding, "she drew them on my papers because they were on the top of the desk. we often draw on something when we think. It helps to concentrate." he explained, but it didn't help you at all. she, he said. so you were right. why would a girl draw him like that? the scribbles really were detailed, she must have been looking at him while she was making them. and the one of a hairpin. does that mean he took it off when he was with her? but he never did that, he always kept it in his hair and not many people were allowed to touch it.

when you fell silent, he realised something was wrong. he expected you to be more... excited? why were you so quiet, he wondered. "y/n?" he asked quietly, tucking some of your hair that had fallen onto your face behind your ear. "did something happen?"

"no, no..." you sighed as you felt your cheeks turning slightly red. "it's just that..." you couldn't finish the sentence, too much on your mind. but kaveh waited patiently for you to finish. "it's just that she really has an appreciation for your beauty." you tried to look as relaxed as possible, but you were aware of how stupid it sounded. he looked at you for a moment before letting out an adorable short laugh. "well, it looks like someone around here got a little jealous." he said before getting up from his chair. "my dear, why would you even think something like that?" he almost whispered. "i have no idea, i'm sorry. sometimes..." you couldn't finish because he cut you off. "no! don't be sorry, you haven't done anything wrong. i understand why you might feel that way. i do it myself from time to time." you looked at him in surprise at this confession. he had never brought up this subject in your conversation before, but once again you hadn't been given enough time to think about it, because he reached for one of the papers that you had brought to him and placed it in your hands. "maybe she has an appreciation for my beauty, but i want to show you what’s on my mind while i'm at work".

you looked at the page he had given you, and in a second all your negative feelings disappeared. because in front of your eyes you could see a very similar paper to the one before, with one difference. the whole of it was covered with drawings of you. and they were even more detailed, even more beautiful than those of him. you looked at the drawings of your hands, your smiling face, you sleeping. immediately a broad smile appeared on your lips, you couldn't help but melt inside. you continued to examine them until your eyes fell on one that showed you almost shirtless. it was at this point that you looked away from the page and had a slight blush on your face. a soft "oh..." escaped your lips before you looked at him again. "in that case, i guess i'm not jealous anymore," you laughed and put the page back on the desk.

you took a deep breath of relief before speaking again. "i got carried away, sorry. of course, i should never doubt your feelings because of a funny scribble on a piece of paper." you both chuckled at your words. "oh my archons," he said between chuckles as you leaned your head against his shoulder, "it sounds even worse when you say it out loud." "please," you whispered, "don't ever let me act like this again.”

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#kaveh x reader #genshin scenarios #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #kaveh #genshin kaveh #genshin fluff

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laulink · 3 years ago

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On the ships in Your Throne though, let’s be real :

Everyone is in love with Medea, we know that, BUT

- Eros is an asshole and is gonna die

- Helio’s love for Medea is toxic. Here, I said it. His feelings themselves aren’t really a problem, but the way he reacts to them is absolutely toxic, both for him as a person and his relationship with Medea. He never questions her, even on personal matters like the bite mark on her wrist, he’d do absolutely anything for her, once again no questions asked, he’s devoting herself fully to her and nothing else, he doesn’t even seem to have any thought in his head beside “I want to be useful to Lady Medea”, which means he basically isn’t even his own person and only exists through her... It’s no wonder Medea isn’t in love with him : she’s said so already, even thinking this might make her similar to Eros because she pretends not to know what kind of love Helio has for her just to keep the status quo and not lose one of her closest friends and most useful and loyal allies. Medea is a strong and determined person who is constantly trying to better herself and achieve a higher position because she wants to be recognised for her feats and talents, to leave a trace in history ; I cannot fathom how such a character could fall in love with a shadow, a puppet at best who barely has a will and personality of his own and who doesn’t even believe himself to deserve to stand at her side.

- Perion... isn’t actually in love with Medea. He’s curious, he’s watching her closely, but he’s always been very clear about his feelings : he is disgusted by the sins Medea has already committed and only works with her because he wants to see the changes she will bring to the Empire.

- Bertie is adorable, kind, caring, and a lot smarter and more observant than anyone else in the cast, aside from Medea, Dekis, Eros and Helio. I wouldn’t be surprised if, when Medea rises to power, Bertie became one of her closest allies. Plus, Medea has already gone berserk over Bertie getting injured for her sake. I think a relationship between them would be adorable, but ultimately very unlikely because of their differences in standing, life experiences, goals, etc.

- Psyche, finally, is one of the very few people who considers herself an equal to Medea (and rightly so !) and the only one among those few who is both in love with her (contrary to Perion) and whom Medea loves as well (contrary to Eros). Their lives have been very different, yet a lot of parallels can be drawn, and their ability to switch bodies has granted them a glimpse of the other’s life no one else could ever get, allowing them to understand each other very well despite only knowing each other for a couple of years and being close friends for just a few months. She has questioned Medea many times over her intentions, actions and morals, and in the recent chapters Medea has started to change because, as she told Psyche before, Psyche is the kind of person “who makes people want to be like her”, meaning that Medea’s change in behaviour and new tendency to put her plans into jeopardy to protect someone, even if it doesn’t benefit her, is something she likes about Psyche and wants to reproduce, even if she doesn’t fully understand it yet. Psyche herself has changed a lot since switching bodies with Medea, not only learning to read between the lines in the nobles’ conversations but also to understand someone’s intentions and plans and finding ways to counter them, thus becoming more like Medea herself. In other words, those two keep challenging each other and try to become better versions of themselves by emulating the other’s qualities, which is exactly what I believe is missing from Medea’s relationship with Helio.

I’ve seen a few comparisons between Your Throne and Beware the Villainess regarding the wlw ships, but there is a key difference : the final ship in Beware the Villainess, Melissa and Nine, has always been more balanced than the “main hetero relationship” in Your Throne, between Medea and Helio, because while Nine always admired Melissa, he was never as dependent on her as Helio is, meaning their relationship was a lot more healthy from the start and, as it developped, Nine did his best to become someone who could be an equal to Melissa in order to support her to the best of his abilities, while Helio wants to be strong enough to protect her, but hasn’t had any character development going beyond that so far (while Medea and Psyche have had a lot of character development themselves, making me think Helio isn’t gonna get significant development).

With all of this information, I have a couple of expectations for the end of the series in the romance department :

- since Psyche has been trapped by her love for Eros for a good part of the series so far and has never had a chance to be herself, I expect her to pull a Yuri from Beware the Villainess and focus on developing into her own person at the end of the series, when she has the space and freedom to do so. Considering the latest free chapters, I imagine her using her blessing to help at a hospital, maybe running an orphanage, something to make people happy as it is what makes her happiest, from what we’ve seen.

- Helio, if he gets any semblance of character development, and I expect him to, but not a lot, will get just enough to understand he’s been relying too much on Medea and will distance himself from her once the conflict is over. He’ll probably go on a journey, maybe a pilgrimage, to find himself and repent for what he did during the war.

- Medea will remain single at the end of the series. Maybe it will be hinted that she will marry a few years down the line, but not right away. She is healing from trauma, just like Helio and Psyche are, so she will need to find herself and grow into the person she wants to be before she can be in any healthy romantic relationship, regardless of the feelings of love she might hold for one of the aforementioned characters.

If a ship is hinted at for Medea, a few years down the line, I don’t expect her partner to be Psyche, but thematically speaking and character-wise, it would be the ship that would make the most sense and would feel most appropriate considering the characters’ standing at this point in the story. If Helio went through a whole arc of character development, things might be different, but I don’t think he will by the end of the series. Also, Othilei’s queen has made quite a few references to being attracted to Medea, and Medea has acknowledged them, unlike what we could see in some similar stories like Beware the Villainess, meaning it is canonly considered a possibility for two women to be attracted to each other and one half of the ship at least is aware of that. Adding the fact that Dion has also shown that love between two men exists and is acknowledged in this world (Dekis didn’t even say he wasn’t interested in men, only that he was married, and I choose to consider that means he is bi or pan. Medea is also bi because you can’t tell me that someone who wears gowns and suits so well isn’t bi) and it isn’t so unlikely anymore to see Medea and Psyche admit to being in love with each other, even if nothing comes of it right away. But, like I said, I don’t expect that to happen.

#your throne #medea solon #psyche callista #helio niccolo #perion sob vasilios #eros orna vasilios #medea x helio #melio #hedea #?#I don't know their shipname #medea x psyche #psydea #my analysis

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carnal-lnstinct · 4 years ago

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Summary: For now he had you and Goku, and the occasional thunderstorm that cleansed his sorrows. The Earth held many new wonders for him to explore. He couldn’t wait to find them, especially with you. ( Sequel to The Way You Said I Love You One shot )

Pairing: Broly ( DBS ) x Fem!Reader Word Count: 6279 AO3 Rating: Mature / 18+ A/N: Naturally after giving Broly a sweet moment in the I Love You series, I had to follow my original spicy version of his one shot as a sequel and I will happily contribute to putting Broly content out into the world. Warning: ( explicit language, first time, size difference )

[ “I Love You” ] [ Chapter 1 ] [ Chapter 2 ] [ Chapter 3 ]

Watching the rainfall from the window easily became Broly's humble little hobby here on Earth. He did not flinch at the sounds of thunder any longer or so much as blinked when lightning raced in the clouds, but eagerly waited by the window to watch the Earth replenish itself. Refreshing himself in some way. Never had something sounding so furious soothe him since playing with Ba. It almost disappointed him when it was just raining without the thunder and lightning. He was fine watching it alone, contemplating his place on this new planet and learning to adjust to the lifestyle of an Earthling as his remaining saiyan counterparts had. But whenever you joined his side he truly felt content. Comforted by the thought he was free to be alone with the rain if he wants to, but having that coziness of another presence with him when he was done being alone. He trusted the beauty of this peaceful planet, drawn by the happiness it gave him.

When he was not training to master control of his monstrous power with Goku or exploring the endless wonders of the Earth, he sought only to stick by your side. You are smart to him, kind to him without wanting anything in return. Something he learned to accept again after meeting Cheelai and Lemo. Though he did want to give you his gratitude any way he could with the manners taught to him by his father, but also with the strength he once cursed. He now sought to protect his new friend. He doesn't have many of those around these days with Lemo and Cheelai on the run from the Frieza Force, finding it better they all separated than to be ambushed by the Frieza Force all in one place even with a planet occupied by such powerful saiyans. They would not have Broly fight another needless battle for their sake, but they try to keep in touch as often as they can just to show they are alive and well.

And the loss of his father still weighed on his heart. It wasn't always pleasant growing up with Paragus, but that was still his father. His family. Paragus did what he felt necessary to ensure their survival, with what strength he had he protected them both. Surviving is not kind, there is only a need to live and a want to keep living. That's how Broly learned to survive for himself and his father when the old man's age and training scars started to catch up on him. Even if it hurts or raised a sense of dread in Broly, it was different to live without his father anymore. That hurt, too. According to Goku, it was too soon to make a wish on those dragon balls but it was possible to bring his father back to life. Broly at least had time to consider it, though he was hesitant. Not out of resentment for the man, but because he also felt a sense of relief in his grief.

If there was anything he learned from his fight with Goku and Prince Vegeta was that those old hates need to go away and he doesn't have to finish a fight he didn't start. He'll fight when he wants to and when it excited him. Revenge for King Vegeta's actions ended when not only Planet Vegeta was destroyed but when Paragus died as well. Broly doesn’t have to fight that war anymore. Honestly, it felt like a betrayal to the man who raised him to not immediately have the desire to revive him, but he could worry about that when the time came. He was at least able to return to the Earth to bury the remains of the man. Maybe he needed the rest from surviving so long too, what better place to rest than the beautiful Earth?

For now, he had you and Goku (or Kakarot as he preferred the larger saiyan to call him), and the occasional thunderstorm that cleansed his sorrows. But that wasn't so bad now, especially with you. Your smile made him tingle inside and learning who you were as a person here on Earth just brought such warmth into his heart. Not to mention how he came to trust you with his prized possession and the care you put into keeping Ba's ear clean and soft for him. It started to smell less and less like the Vampa beast and the years of filth accumulated in it but he didn't hate the smell that came from it now. It just smelled more like you. He would open up more about his experiences on Vampa where he didn’t feel that weight of his father’s vengeance on his shoulders, recalling the fun he had on his own or with Ba before the incident. You never heard Broly laugh before, but when he told you how he use to push the large parasitic bugs on their backs to watch them squirm because of how they struggled to turn over, it was like you were talking to that bratty little kid who found joy in tormenting the poor bugs back then. A glimpse at the purity in his smile trying to return from the dark place he shoved it down into.

Naturally, it was only a matter of time before you became enamored with each other. You hadn't quite looked at him the same since he held you during his first thunderstorm. He fitted you to him like he was filling a hole in his soul with you, asking without words for your permission to feel safe with you. Your body was warmed from the cool storm breeze and dampness of your clothing by being so close to him. You could envision him holding you like that again and again. More closer, with both his larger arms fully embracing you. Yet you hesitated to pursue such feelings at first. You didn't want to take advantage of his feelings simply because he made himself at home with you and you spent so much time doing things for him. You wanted to take care of him to make up for the quiet suffering he held to himself. He’s not obligated to love you for that and when he was finally ready to socialize more with the rest of the world he could fall in love when he wanted.

But Broly made it difficult to keep your friendship chaste. He would continue to find ways to touch your hand more. The way he hunched over to meet your gaze started to leave such little distance between you. It didn't help that he held such handsome features, either. The perfect specimen of the ideal man; He was tall, dark, and handsome with an attractive brood and delicious pout to match it. Not to mention the air of mystery surrounding his past and the impressive, inhuman strength he displays on a regular basis. And when he smiled...oh, when he smiled. He had a body carved by the gods, scars that could only be rewarded in their jealousy for the beauty they created with him. Your difference in size didn't let your thoughts remain so innocent of his physique either. It was a comfort and a curse to the lonely aches between your thighs remembering how his muscles felt when you dried him with the towel that day. Very, very little is left to the imagination in his saiyan suit without the ear tied to his waist.

You were both like two pots boiling over in pining frustration for each other, waiting for that moment that would release the build-up of your need.

Until Broly had come in from his training and was caught in the rain on his way home one day. You held a towel out to him and he lowered his head for you to dry his hair instead of taking it from you. You innocently oblige, of course. His damp face peeked out from behind the fabric when you dried his messy bangs and the intensity of his eyes just locked you in when you found them watching you, all his beautiful features highlighted by the dull sheen of the water on his skin. The large saiyan leaned in closer gingerly brushing his thumb across your cheek. Your inhibitions peeled away when you drew in closer in return. Where you expected to finally kiss that beautiful pout, you're met with a large tongue sliding up the other side of your face instead. You couldn't hide the way such contact made you shudder in a mix of startle and arousal, but you could at least use it as a means to get a proper kiss out of him which he took to quite well once you explained it. If you were finally going to pursue this, you weren't going to rush into it and risk hurting him or yourself.

Kissing became normal between you in no time, but Broly would still find a means to put his tongue on you. Affectionately licking your face and neck when he nuzzles himself against you or licking at your fingers when he takes your hand in his. Simple kisses were nice and tingly too, but to him, they did not feel like it was enough for the closeness he wanted to share with you. Kissing, too, would start to incorporate his tongue leading to more heated make-outs that were harder to break from, leaving your mind drowning in a fuzzy warmth and your body heeding its own needs. Hands that roamed across his tanned muscles through the fitted black top and finding the larger scars across his body, larger hands that followed the outline of your form and pulled at your hips to take away the space between you. And the subtle, yet directing roll of hips between you both indicating the next level of affection building.

You could feel the way he was rubbing himself against your leg and had no doubt there was no way you could take him on the first try. One so humble with such a big heart would come so well endowed. The way his hips jabbed at you must have meant this was a completely new experience for him. Something you should have picked up on when he told you it was just him and his father surviving that awful planet all his life. After all, you did have to show him how to kiss you. Having it jutted into your leg certainly pulled you back in control of your mind and body and you managed to break from his lips with a heated shudder.

In the moment Broly answered only to the primal desire slowly but surely consuming inside him, an intuitive call unlike that of his inner Wrath State but not so far off. He was aware of his actions at least and still found very little control in stopping himself the closer he tried to become with you. Hands responding to a need to grasp that started bearing down on your weaker form to feel you more with his body. A mouth that wanted warmth from yours and craving the taste of it bringing him to kiss you more purposely when you tried to break away. And a heat making him susceptible to the sensitive, yet prominent need building between his legs. The whimper you made against his mouth heightened the pleasure, making it harder to heed any outside force than the carnal darkness creeping in on him. That is, until your forceful hands grasped his face and peeled him off with a loud smack of your lips. Your faces are flushed with heat, but your surprised eyes fluttering above your cheeks takes hold of his focus.

"Y-Your eyes.." You commented, panted trying to collect your breath from the strong kiss. Each eye of the large saiyan looking down on you was a shining, yellow glow defining the features normally hidden in his former dark orbs. His leer was so hazed with lust you couldn't see anything but his eyes, his expression saving you from fearing the otherwise terror that came associated with these eyes. You've seen them blue before when his hair turned gold but this was new. Your hand brushed his flushing cheeks, thumb tracing the skin under his eye. "That...they're beautiful.." He looked surprised to hear that. Your calming touch seemed to help him settle somewhat, and just like that the yellow glow faded back into the familiar dark circles.

"I-.." Broly swallowed, taking a deep breath as he reigned in his control. "..Thank you.." He simply answered. Broly released your hips and raised his hand to touch your face too, the large limb stroking your cheek as his stare fell from your eyes to your lips. When his thumb touched your bottom lip it felt like he was hearing his heartbeat in his own ears quickening and despite not kissing them again he instinctively rolled his hips and nudged his erection against your leg again. "Can I...uhh.. Can we kiss again?" He asked lowly. His lips pleaded for that touch but you could see in his eyes he meant for more. A relief from his arousal he hoped to find in filling your mouth with his large tongue again.

Oh... He was so cute. Going slow at this was not only frustrating for yourself but for him as well. You don't want to see him like this and it would become your responsibility to show him proper pleasure eventually if he chooses to kiss you like that again. Your other hand found his and you inched his thumb into your mouth. Your lips sucked around the appendage and you heard his breath stop as you slowly drew it away. "We can practice doing more.." You offered. And like the curious soul he was, Broly followed your lead without hesitation.

He was so sensitive and very receptive, attentive to your voice talking him through your actions that made his large cock twitch. When your hands exposed it and touched it something awakened that electrified his inside. The gentle sounds between your stroking of him lead him to spill his seed rather quickly in your hands. You weren't surprised by that. He didn’t come quietly, mouth hanging open and his face buried in your shoulder when he couldn’t hold your gaze anymore. His orgasm did bring back that yellow glow to his vision. It lingered with his arousal, highlighted further by the heavy breaths falling from his chest and the feeling of his half-hard and expended cock in your hands. The sight of him like this made you clench your thighs together as your warmth twitched between them. You knew you couldn't take him like this regardless of how wet you were. Even like this, with both your hands wrapped around it, it was intimidating to think about it being squeezed inside you. But you wouldn’t shy away from it for long. Preparing yourself for him now sounded twice as frustrating, so you opted for a temporary solution for both your sake. As he lied on his back under your direction, you'd hold his cock between your thighs, grinding the renewed erection between your plumb flesh and brushing him across your bare warmth. It felt like a lot already just feeling him open your folds and brush repeatedly over your aching clit, eliciting a pleasure you both could enjoy for now. Riding on him like this, you could easily open your thighs and leave it to rubbing your slick parts together until you both came.

You would do this with him almost regularly now, finding the most pleasure when you allow him to pump himself between your thighs from behind you. Once again you were blessed to be held against him from behind, but with the bonus of watching his large piece push through between your thighs over and over. Rubbing more than satisfactory orgasms from you while securing you with his strength and brushing his tongue across your skin. The more accustomed he became to emptying his balls between you the less you found that yellow glow in his eyes, however. It didn't matter, it didn't change how you felt with him. You started to bring lube into the mix which Broly took well as expected. It certainly made a sweeter sound to him when you coated his cock with it and he would thrust it between your hands and thighs for hours.

You didn't forget your end goal, however. Practicing on your own when he was away continuing his training or called to aid the universe along with the other saiyans. You purchased yourself some new toys that would help you accommodate a man of his unnerving girth, the thought of the saiyan himself finally pounding away at your deepest parts fueling you. You used them slowly at first from the smallest one to the largest one you could compare to him. Not only inside your brave cunt but practicing to take him in your mouth as well. Different angles you found needing more adjusting to than others with the bigger sized one, but the right amount of lube and natural coating of your aroused insides helped greatly.

Then came the day you knew you would be ready.

It would be another first for you both in more ways than one. On this day, there was a surprise in the weather for Broly. It rained, or at least he thought it was raining. It wasn't loud at all when he watched it from his favorite place by the window. It was definitely falling, but it fell like the way feathers fall from birds. Drifting and whipping in the distant howl of the wind. This rain was so different. Or was there something else going on with the sky today?

"Oh, it's snowing!" You announced excitedly approaching the window.

"Snowing?" He repeated inquisitively as you joined his side.

"Yes!" You remembered his knowledge of the Earth's weather and quickly added, "-Oh, it's like rain but it only comes when it's cold outside and covers everything in blankets of it. When there's enough of it on the ground we should go out and play in it." As you had done with the rain once before, you opened the window and shivered at the cold air rushing in but didn’t let it deter your hand from reaching out. "We can make a snowman or build a snow castle! Or even make snow angels! Maybe even had a snowball fight!" As you let your hand catch the snow he instinctively joined you, once again close behind you and bringing his hand out to catch the snowflakes. The snow was completely silent as it fell, the only sound was the cold wind crying through the sky and even then it sounded miles away. It didn't "purr" or "roar" like a thunderstorm. Just cold and quiet and..eerie. There wasn't even a smell to it like how the rain consumed the air. He's not sure how to feel about it, but watching it all come down was pleasing in a way like watching the rain.

Did the snow cleanse the Earth like the rain did or just make it brighter? It set such an odd sensation inside him the longer he watched each snowflake quietly vanish in his palm. They came so peacefully and then they were gone at his touch. But looking out beyond his hand they collected in thin layers upon every surface he saw. Your car, the trees, the buildings in the distance even held a small line of white.

Broly was not too unfamiliar with the touch of snow from his first day on Earth, he saw it on the ground and felt it throughout his fight with Vegeta and Goku until the snowy battleground changed in response to their great battle, but he didn't know exactly how it got there to begin with. Everything happened so fast that day, he was still picking up some pieces here and there from Goku months later. Watching snow fall from the sky was a different experience on its own. Perhaps he would always relate it to battle when it consumed the ground, but it looked like millions of tiny, pretty feathers dusting across the world.

You both let out a shiver when a particularly forceful gust of wind blew snow toward your faces and you retreated from the window with him, locking it shut. You continued to stay there watching it fall with him, brushing yourself up against him for warmth and his arms came around you to hold you close. He didn't mind hunching over a little to hold you, the large saiyan also seeking warmth from you. "It's too cold." He commented, eyes firm on the storm outside the frosted window.

"M'hm. But it's gonna be fun when it's all done falling."

"Can you eat it?"

"Uhh..Maybe not after it's settled on the ground. If this keeps up later today we can go out and try to catch the snowflakes with our tongues."

"Hm.. What does it taste like when it falls?"

"Like ice, really. It's just frozen water." Now that just made it more confusing. Ice was hard and crunchy and the snow, while cold like it, just disappeared without a trace as if some imaginary thing. You could feel him press his chin upon the top of your head as he contemplated the new information.

"Water is good.." He concluded with a soft shrug. He wasn't exactly thrilled to catch water on his tongue then if it were no different than the rain as far as taste goes. You gave him a soft chuckle and leaned back into his chest. Moving his arms further around you, Broly stands up straight and lifts you off your feet as he goes to sit in his chair by the window so he could continue to watch the outside. You are pulled into his lap and his hand rubs your shoulders before he leans against you again. His hands now rest loosely around you and his focus is out the window. You both watch the snowfall quietly before you start to lose interest in it. You place your hands on his and lift them to cup each of your clothed breasts to get his attention again. Broly blinks from his thoughts and looks down at you, finding your suggestive leer looking over your shoulder at him. You further encourage his touch by gently rocking your hips back and forth against his crotch. It doesn't take much to entice him and he responds with his hands lifting the weight of your warm breasts into his hold. He knows what you like about them by now and allows his fingers to brush across your nipples stiff from the cold, further warming them. First upward, then down and back up again until they distinguished themselves through the fabric of your top. Hardened further by the stimulation. You rocked your hips again this time to find his cock growing hard beneath his pelt.

Without hesitation, you started to remove your shirt and his hands return to catch your bare breasts, rolling each stiff bud with his thumbs as he watched you continue to shed your clothing. There was the smallest chill from being nearby the window, but you knew your skin would heat up momentarily. Broly then lifts you off his lap as if you weighed nothing, turning you around and planting his thick lips upon yours, your legs settling on each side of him while you pulled him in closer to you. Ba's ear is warm against your legs when you brushed them against the side of his hips, your hands pulling his formfitting black turtleneck up from his skin and peeling it off with his help. Your hands touch his bare chest now, ever amazed by the definition of his warrior build and sympathetic for the scars that adorned it. You don't linger there long, driven by your arousal to reach beneath the green pelt and remove the second layer beneath. Broly has to help you take his pants off too, balancing you against him with one hand and the other shoving down the rest of his clothing except Ba's ear. It's never gotten in the way before and it wasn't going to now. When he captures your lips again, his large tongue brushes over and you oblige his request to enter your mouth. He makes the most endearing hum against your mouth when your tongue twists with his and your hand starts to stroke at his cock between you. Your other hand is between your own legs stirring up your clit.

When he's fully hard, you pull from his kiss with a wet smack and reach to the small desk beneath the window, pulling back with you the bottle of lube left there from your last intimate session. The first distribution goes to the crown of his member as you massage it thoroughly around the full length of him. You grin as his breath became more audible and he rolled his hips into your hand in anticipation, stilling your movement as he slid his cock easily in your cupping grasp. The second bit is for yourself, squeezed into your fingertips and rubbed around your already wet bloom, even going as far as to press a finger into yourself with a moan from the easy stretch. You couldn’t help but continue to play with yourself in front of him, slicking your walls with the remaining lube on your fingers and enchanting him with the soft sighs in your pleasure. The sight was enough to drive Broly mad with lust for you, he could only be so patient when you were so close and so willing to have him. His hands cup your ass pulling you closer and lifting you to brush yourself against him instead. Just the way you like, the way that made you make those small sounds for him. You remove your hand from yourself and instead cup his cock between your folds, your other hand braced on his shoulder as he rolled his hips to meet the slow drag of your hips into his.

His eyes are focused on your face, the way your brow furrowed when you circled your hips against his shaft and the light "o" shape your lips took. Your hand soothes the other side not to leave an inch of his length untouched. Broly’s mouth opened slightly, tongue moistening his lips before he leaned over and drew the wet appendage across your neck, feeling you shudder in response before he closed his mouth around your skin. The touch of you, taste of your warm skin and winsome whimpers in his ears collated in a beautiful thrill driving his need to be closer to you. Safe body, beautiful body. Broly closes his eyes, his rough hands smoothing your skin up to your back to embrace you as you rocked your hips on your own, his low voice muffled against your skin moistening under his mouth.

Your hips lift, clit and tip kissing for just a moment and then the head of his cock is completely warmed by a new sensation. His eyes shot back open when he felt you slowly sink your hips down and a wetness squeeze around his cock, melting around him. His grip on you grows tight and your stomach fluttering the more your insides stretched around him. It’s the sudden jolt of his hips to yours that sheathes him inside, the sharp moan you release making him jump back to look at you.

“Sorry,” He breathe and looked panicked, a hand going to cup your face. “I-I’m sorry-”

“No, no. Don’t stop!” You whined, cheeks heavy with flush more than he had seen it. You wrap both your arms around his shoulders and continued to roll your hips in his lap without a hitch. The heat of him at long last inside you, opening your practiced hole to fit just him and only him almost turned your brain to swill out of sheer pleasure. “I did this for y-you. All for you- you- Broly, you-” You moaned, one, two, three, countless kisses placed on his lips with your voice crying out in between ascending in your pleasure. All tipping you closer to the edge when his mouth consumed yours with a hefty growl and the pump of his hips into you bounced you on his thick cock.

It was everything you wanted for so long. He hit so deep putting such a rough, yet mesmeric pressure on your walls. He thrusted at you like he had never done before, his momentum almost difficult to follow. His strokes were so excited, uneven. Very quick instances of your cunt relieved of his pressure with his longer strokes only to be completely filled when he lifted his hips closer to yours, overwhelmed by his cock reaching deeper and pumping with little leeway. Both of you were unable to contain your voices, driven by the other to seek your fill of pleasures to the end. Broly held you against him at your upper back and around your hips, sinking in his chair to catch your soaking warmth on his cock better, your breasts plump and full against his chest. Once those perfect long strokes consistently knocked your hips around it finally happened.

Your voice shot up an octave as your nails buried in the skin of his shoulders and legs clenched at his sides. Every nerve inside your cunt exploded all at once and flashes of white took over your vision. You’re twitching, he’s twitching, his burly voice rattling the very room around you when your numbing insides felt a bit of extra pressure from his cock and a hotness filling you to the brim. You’re so tensed up around him you could barely registered the ache settling in from the pressure of him inside you. The walls of your soiled cunt both nestling around his spilling girth and pushing against it for relief. You were soon limp against his heaving chest, Broly’s head tilted back against the chair in breathless bliss.

He’s actually uncomfortable so deep inside now as the high start to fade and you slowly lift your hips with what strength you had, using your muscles to try and push him out of you. It came back in so smoothly, the same time Broly’s head rolling back down to look at you and his hands holding your hips down to hold himself inside. His eyes looked callous and wanting, golden with a subtle green tint around them when they find yours. The large saiyan leans forward with you and once again your bloom is brought back to that brutal momentum of his hips thrusting at you. He’s still so hard with his seed seeping between you. It felt like you were going to fall over at such force if he wasn’t holding you, but you still braced your hands on his arms. His shiny eyes ogled your bouncing breasts, pulling you back just enough to clamp his hot mouth around one of your nipples and drag his tongue across it, letting go and then doing it again until it slicked with his saliva and teeth marks.

The growls falling out his chest were so savage to match the might of which he pounded at you with those wild, uneven strokes again. The more he went at it, the less of a discomfort it became when you were brought to another orgasm. You felt the carpeted floor against your back suddenly as he laid you down without so much as stopping, bearing down on you in such a way it made your legs draw back and toes curl in when Broly rolled his hips into yours with those long, filling strokes again. It was like you were being stretched out again, as if he has gotten bigger inside you. You arched your back mewling helplessly at the pain and pleasure blending into one heightened mindset of numbing ecstasy. Broly is pushing into you and pulling your hips back to him with such force on your elevated hips there was no way you could wiggle out of it.

“Bro- I’m-” You tried to speak out to tell him you were coming again but it came so quickly all you could do was ride out the intensity of it as he mercilessly thrust you through the flutters of your cunt clamping down him. In the instances your eyes could focus on him, it looked like he was in a trance, drool falling out the side of his gaping mouth and eyes watching his own cock squeeze itself inside of you over and over without resistance, drawn by the wet sound it made when your hips met. The drone of his voice in his breathless growls made him sound like some rutting beast. If he had pulled back too far and cause himself to sloppily fall out of you, he just shoved himself back in and thrust deeper instead. Once again pushing at your aching depths and pushing him from hitting so deeply after another orgasm. Your hands were fighting to grip the carpet around you just to find some relief from the assault. Both of Broly’s hands find the floor beside your head and your hips are raised higher when he leans over you, his unrelenting hips driving him even deeper inside you.

The corners of your eyes beaded up under the constant, overwhelming stimulation that when he finally came again you were happy to slip off his cock as he came on your stomach instead. You felt the floor beside your head crack under the power of his hands and see his arms tremble. He continues to rub his spurting member against your stomach, growling in his throat and shuddering throughout his spine and shoulders. You felt so weak under the glow of his eyes when you turned your head forward to look at him again. Your voice croaks when you call his name again but he doesn’t seem to respond to you. Entranced by the way his seed decorated your stomach and belly button and how his cock dribbled it out onto you. It was still hard, twitching against your body and you knew he would do it again but your body couldn't take that aggression so soon. The pleasure had faded quickly and there was only soreness in your hips and between your legs.

“I-I can’t..“ You whimper, reaching your hands to his face to make him look at you. It was scary how sharply he turned to face you when you spoke his name again, pupils shrunk in his feral gaze. “Come back, Broly.” You tried to speak calmly, clearing your throat to sound more firm. “Come back to me. C-Come back, beautiful boy..”

His shoulders still look tight and his grip won’t let up on the floor. You hear it further crack beneath you. Your hand smoothed his cheeks and circled the corners of his slack jaw. The furrow in his brow seemed to relax bringing a smile to you. “I didn’t mean to surprise you like that. You did great.” When you spoke again, his shallow huffs grew deep and his large chest slowed with more even breaths.

The hints of green was the first to fall from his eyes and his face completely relaxed under your hands. You slowly massage your way to the base of his skull and through his wild hair. “(Y/n)..” He moans softly. The floor creaked as his grip fell away and he caresses your face in his large hand, yellow eyes looking you over. You pull him down on top of you and kiss him deeply.

Despite your aches, you focus yourself on him to settle him down, wrapping your arms around his neck to kiss at his lips more encouraging reciprocation. Broly purposely leaves his hands back on the floor, flat, away from you. Ashamed. He trains, he trains so that wouldn't happen and he let it anyway. What if he couldn’t stop?

“Did I feel good?" You asked him softly, brushing a hand down his hair. "That's why that happened, it's okay. You feel so damn good inside me..” You comforted him between kissing at his lips, rubbing your hands at his shoulders. You look back up into his still yellow eyes. They are calmer now, so exotic and attractive. You sigh happily feeling the tension leave his body. “You’re so beautiful.” You whisper to him.

Your hands on his face again fill an overwhelming sensation in his chest along with your comforting voice. It hit him so fast. Broly lets out a breath against your lips and feels warmth in his face as his whole body shuddered. The soft sound that huffed out of him was followed by a muffled, sadder one when he finally kissed you back. Another warmth fell from his eyes and every breath felt less heavy between your kisses, he moves his arms underneath you and nuzzles his face into your neck to hold you close and took in the scent of your softer skin. He didn't expect that reassurance when he clearly hurt you, he should be punished for doing that. And yet you made sure he didn't hold that guilt for it, continuing to kiss at his face and brush at his hair as he hid his sorrow in your skin. "Let it out, it's okay. I got you."

Beautiful body, Safe body. Home.

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