#Other than that I'll try to keep this pace going >:3c It really is nice to have everything lined up neatly ahh

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2:30 PM: Star Control II (blood warning)

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2:30 PM: SCII

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[wings-0f-sorrow]

4, 7 :3c

(Hi honeeeey, continue yapping cause i love reading when you yap <3)

Hiiiiiiii sweetpeaaaa!! hehe, ofc! <3

4. who was your first favorite character when you initially got into your f/o’s source content? was it your f/o from the very beginning?

For the sake of simplicity I'm going to keep this to 5 rather than mentioning anything earlier in the series, considering this is her only appearance in mainline games, basically. She was my favourite from the beginning, yessir! I did find other characters pretty or neat (Vio/la and Hil/de for example. aaaaalways gravitated towards the ladies lol), but Pyrrha was always my #1 go-to, even at the start!

7. are there any specific scenes/chapters/moments of your f/o that you find yourself going back to revisit more often than any other?

Hmmm, that's one I really gotta think about considering I usually just go into my Pyrrha folder and stare at various screengrabs of her, or watch people's Legendary Souls+Arcade runs as opposed to going into the Story mode itself for stuff. However, if I had to, I would love rewatching any of the 3D cutscenes involving her. Her introductory cutscene, when she protects Pat/rok/los from Ni/ght/ma/re, when she first gets So/ul Ed/ge, when she's trying to free Pat/rok/los from his crystalization, the finale cutscene... I love her 3D cutscenes! Her rendering is so nice she's so beautiful I love seeing her in 3D! (Barring... stares... yk. THAT cutscene, considering what I've said already about her dying. Yeah.). I also like going on Youtube and finding Pachislot videos to watch, and I'll skip to sections when the youtuber gets a roll with a scene involving Pyrrha. She's sooo cute in the Pachislot, I swear. She's a bit more positive in her disposition compared to 5, assumedly them leaning more into the moe thing, and her mannerisms and animations are soooo adorable!! like.. omgggg. I can actually grab screenies I got of her so far that are at least somewhat visible considering a lot of it is so fast paced that its too blurry to see.

She's so cute she's so silly it's not fair...

[coconox]

Why you love Mammon? Of course i'm not judging your favorite or something don't get me wrong here haha:D

I live love laugh Mammon too! And i want to know other Mammon lovers, what is the thing that makes them love him😋

i have quite a few reasons on why i love him so big ramble incoming LMAOHSHFJS

i think one of the biggest reasons is just vibes alone lol. my type in general is usually big brute exterior, soft and silly interior like with nocti from pgr and aki from neural cloud

theres also a common pattern of having the most dorito bod + tiny grabbable waists ive ever seen but thats a whole other topic 💀

+ most of the time theyre all shirtless? 🤨 i keep unintentionally choosing the ones that are/go shirtless more frequently than other chars so thats another weird call out to myself hsjfjskf

legit when i first saw mammon my brain was automatically like "i NEED him." it was literally the same as how mammon fell in love w mc, love at first sight LOL

anyw looks aside i very much love his approach of "i'll be yours and so maybe one day youll choose me." its a nice change of pace from the usual "youre mine and i will do as much as possible to prove youre mine." he ald knows everyones gonna try to claim you, so he found a workaround that stood out from the rest (actual big brain move imo). idk i like the more passive approach of him just letting you go at your own pace and he'll be there whenever

most of his card stories (havent fully read his attacker card tho cause im stuck on needing his sig 😭😭) normally have him submit to you and let you do whatever you like, even reassuring you that no matter how rough (or gentle) you wanna be w him, he'll always enjoy it (cause he gets to spend time w you hHHSHFJSKFK 😭😭🥹🥹🥹) and being rough wont hurt him in the slightest. idk i like being in control in most ✨️spicy✨️ situations and for mammon to be like "do as you please" just makes me very happy :3

hes also just very romantic and sweet and gentle and tHE LOVE CONFESSION IS SMTH I WILL NEVER GET OVER 😭😭😭🥹🥹🥹 you can tell he just loves you sm and as much as he wants to be like "youre mine >:3c" he normally doesnt do that and just lets you be free to do whatever

in one of the chats when you ask if its alright if you see other devils, hes very much ok w it as long as hes your #1 like HSJFJSKDK ?????? OFC YOURE MY #1 MAMMON LITERALLY NO ONE COULD REPLACE YOU 😭😭

also love how he carries mc a lot of the time in card stories, i just imagine he carries them like this

i also like how his greed is portrayed differently from the usual. like his greed focuses more on keeping/maintaining what he ald owns rather than trying to be on the hunt to collect everything (tbf he ald believes everything is his so theres most likely no need to really collect anything in his eyes).

other side note i just love his sticker he sends when he txts ITS SO CUTE HE LOOKS SO HAPPY 😭😭

tl;dr i like how hes very sweet and romantic and gentle despite how absolutely MASSIVE he is ;w;

i could go on and on w more examples but id just be stating the same points over and over again hdhfkskf

[gay-for-the-snz]

Day 7: Borrowed Hoodie (F, cold, induced)

@sicklyfruit was so generous as to let me borrow Sasha again, so he has been requisitioned for more snzfucker shenanigans :3c

Mild nsfw (they're in between fucking), induced, intentional contagion, Florence's general nastiness towards other human beings. 2.1k

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She's lounged on his bed in nothing but the bathrobe she stole out of his closet, still sweaty in a way she can't blame entirely on the way they put eachother through their paces. She slowly exhales the smoke from her cigarette, her legs stretched across his lap. "Hey."

"What?"

At some point he'd grabbed a pair of boxers, leaving them both at least semi-clothed. "Go get me water."

"You've got legs, go get it yourself."

She huffs, leans harder against him. "Why are you such a bitch? Don't you know how to treat a lady?"

"If you wanna be treated nicely, maybe you should do something to deserve it."

"I am very deserving of it. I treat you well. Better than you deserve, even."

"Yeah, okay."

"I am a highly generous woman."

"Name one thing you've ever given me."

She looks him directly in the eyes, rolls over to straddle him and loop her arms around his neck. "This cold."

She knows she's hit her mark, because he doesn't even respond for a second, just stares at her in surprise--and something else. "What?"

"Oh yeah."

"You didn't say you were sick."

She leans in to whisper in his ear. "My little surprise for you to enjoy. It hasn't hit yet, just a little sniffly and throat sore, but it will. And then it'll hit you, too."

"You're lying."

"You think I would lie to you?" He snorts in response, so she pre-empts his actual reply with a sniffle that's barely liquidy at the edges--but is liquid nonetheless. "This is all yours in a couple of days."

"You're such a bitch." He doesn't seem mad at all, though--and she knows he isn't. She can see the flush on his cheeks, the fact that he's already grabbing the collar of the robe to pull it open and kiss her shoulder. "How do I know I've caught it? We might not've guaranteed it."

"Oh? You don't think I did a good enough job the first time?"

"It would be a shame to make me a promise like this that you couldn't keep."

"Then I guess you should beg, because I was already generous the first time. Why should I give you another chance?"

"I'd never beg. I'll just command you."

She laughs, pushes him down against the bed. "Why would I ever respect your authority?"

He whines. "What will it take, then?"

"I'll be good to you, just this once." She lets her fingers brush through his curls, not quite as wild as her own but threatening to encroach on his face nonetheless. "If you want this cold, you'll have to work for it."

"What do you have in mind?" He already knows what she's implying, reaching back on the nightstand to grab the box of tissues, and rolls one into a tight point.

"You've got a beautiful opportunity here--you've just got to take it."

It's more of a challenge than it is for him--she swears she just thinks too hard about touching his nose and it has him sneezing, those desperate, fittish things that tumble out of him like they're stacked on top of one another. Her nose is more temperamental, requiring a lot more coaxing and effort to actually make any real difference.

"Switch me positions."

"No. I wanna be over you."

He doesn't fight her on it at all, just cups her cheek in one hand to hold her steady as he carefully brings to tissue to her nose. She scrunches it in discomfort, the feeling not really ticklish so much as annoying.

"Stop moving."

"It's not my fault you're not doing a good job."

She tries to hold still nonetheless, closing her eyes to focus solely on the sensation of the point carefully worming its way deeper into her nose, trying to find the spot that will actually produce some results here.

"You know Elliott gave this to me."

"Fuck, yeah. He looked horrible when I saw him last week."

"You know he's never been good at keeping anything to himself. He--hh-!--ugh, fuck--he was so apologetic about it, but I don't know how sorry he can really be if he's never any better about it."

"Stop moving, you're making this more difficult."

She begrudgingly acquiesces, letting him hold her face more steadily. She takes a shaky gasp when the tissue prods deeply into the back of her nose, and it heaves her (meager) chest with the effort of a false start that goes nowhere. She scrunches her nose hard in response, trying to do something to actually make it do something in there.

"Your nose is such a fucking drama queen." He huffs when he twists a new corner into a point, the previous one now too sodden to really do anything of consequence.

"Yeah, well--snf!--you're in direct control of the amount of my cold you're getting here. I'm not kissing you just to give it to you--you've gotta tease it out, or you're not getting anything."

She pushes his hands away just long enough to pull her hair back into a ponytail, to keep the curls out of her face so he can have clear access--and so it stops distracting her from the potential sneeze.

The tissue reacquaints itself with the back of her nose, and she lets her jaw fall slack as the feeling mounts. "Hh...hh-! ...ugh." She sniffs again, but he's got enough sense this time not to move the tissue away. He's lamented, before, that he would prefer to use something like a clothes tag so that it doesn't get too wet and limp to actually be of any use. But, unfortunately for them both, it's never been as good at actually teasing something out the way the tissues are.

He finally seems to be on the right track--and his efforts are rewarded, even minimally as it is. "Hh-! 'chu!" It's a soft and breathy thing, but it's more than she usually gets. He knows he's got her in the right space if he can keep going, and doesn't pause to give it a chance to start dying out.

"Hh...h-hH! 'chu!" Ugh, fuck. It scratches that itch a little, but her nose is buzzing now with the need to sneeze, and he's hardly doing a thing about it. It SUCKS how hard her nose makes her fight for it, but unless he wants to drag her sorry ass down to the local pool in the fall when it's closed, or pay to go to whichever local gym's got one, he's stuck with trying to induce it himself if he wants any results.

Her brows pinch together when he manages to jab at some spot that draws an involuntary gasp and a snarl of irritation at the feeling. "Hh'CHyuu! Hih'GSchyu!"

She doesn't open her eyes, but she can feel that he's clearly enjoying this by the way he squirms a little underneath her, her palms flat against the mattress on either side of his head and practically locking him in place.

She can imagine the view he's got--she's induced in front of a mirror before for him and for Rhoda. The flare of pretty pink nostrils, damp from the way her nose is being teased. The way she wrinkles it against the feeling, making the tip scrunch from side to side with the effort. The way the freckles that adorn it are slowly getting more difficult to see, blending into the pink that's creeping into it the longer he's at this.

And him, laying beneath her and taking the brunt of it all. He occasionally makes a show of complaining, if only because Sasha is incapable of doing anything without complaining. She knows if she offered to swap the positions around some, he'd adamantly refuse. He wants to be here, he just also wants to piss and moan like a little bitch.

"Hh-! ...ugh! Can't you do anything right?"

"It's not my fucking fault that the only thing that works for you doesn't last long."

"Yeah, well, neither do you, so I guess you've got something in common with that tissue: wet and useless."

He scoffs, but when she cracks her eyes open halfway she can see how hard he's blushing as he rolls another corner into a point.

Clearly he's feeling like a brat, because he takes his sweet time actually negotiating the point back to where it was starting to do some damage, leaving her in hitchy, miserable limbo of false starts and an itch that's actually getting uncomfortable without any relief.

"What are you doing, taking your pet tissue for a walk? Do something."

"Oh, I'm sorry, you know how I am. Useless. I'm trying but, you know me: can't do anything right!"

She braces herself on one hand, using the other to grab Sasha's wrist like a vise and forces it back into position--

" 'GSChyuu! Hh--hH'GSSHhyue!"

She can feel the spray on her hand, and grimaces as she wipes it off on his boxers.

"Toy with me again and I'll just go do this in the bathroom without you. Do I make myself clear?"

Those dark eyes are locked on hers when she leans down so they're practically nose to nose. "Yes, sir."

She sniffs sharply. "Then get to it before I change my mind and my patience and generosity to share run out. I haven't got all day."

It's a lie, of course. She doesn't have anything going on all day--and they both know she's going to be spending it with him, no matter his behavior right now. But the posturing is all a part of the game.

"God, you're so hot like this."

Her voice falters as she feels him honing back in on that sweet spot. "I'm always hot."

"Shut up."

It actually earns a whine from her when he finds his mark, so tantalizingly close to making her sneeze. She can't do anything else but to hitch, and she hates how precious and girlish it comes out. She's hardly a delicate or girly person--she's a woman, sure, but not a girl in any meaningful way--and certainly not a lady. It's embarrassing that this aspect of her is so infuriatingly delicate in comparison to the rest of her.

So perhaps she's overcompensating when she rarely bothers to cover, when she refuses to stifle it in any way--after all, she always has to work damn hard for it to happen in the first place--when she swipes a hand beneath blushed nostrils as if she dares anyone to challenge her on it.

" 'GSCHyue! Hh'GSCHyue!" She freezes, hanging on the precipice of a third, and she's absolutely not letting this one get away from her, not when she's so close to meaningfully scratching that itch. She makes a grab for his hand again, but he's quick enough to catch her drift before she actually makes contact with him. He shoves the tissue in further, and she curls in on herself with it before she can do anything else. "HihGSSHhyue! 'GSCHue! Hh-! HH-! Hih'GZZHhyue!"

She whines as she pushes his hand away, the bedraggled tissue still clutched so hard his knuckles are whitened from it, and goes to paw at her nose. It makes that gross, wet clicking sound as she rubs hard at it, abusing her skin with how roughly she's scrubbing back and forth, and sits up, still straddling his waist.

"Oh my God...bless you..."

It leaves a dark streak on the sleeve of his robe where she uses it to mop up the trickle of thin liquid. "Fuck off."

He doesn't, he just takes hold of the open collar of the robe and pulls her closer by it, practically tries to climb under her skin with how hungry he is when he kisses her. She pulls away just to try and take a breath, the congestion settling in enough to make it difficult to balance breathing and Sasha's apparent approval over their little performance.

"Are you satisfied you're catching this now?"

He's already shrugging the robe off of her shoulders, his teeth ghosting over the skin it bares as the fabric falls away. "I can think of ways we can guarantee it."

She runs her fingers over the scars that across his chest, the robe pooled around her elbows like some luxurious evening wrap instead of some cheap thing he got off a Target clearance rack. "Get me another tissue, then. I'm still itchy, and you're not allowed to start a job without finishing it."

He's grinning like a fool as he grabs the box off his nightstand. "Yes, sir."

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Sharpe's Havoc Final Daily Book Report:

hehhehe harris stealing food from a general for his officer and sergeant, how very cute of him :3c

more hhhehehheh because tsundere wellesley, i love it. also seeing the beginning of the hogan and wellesley tag team. god i appreciate hogan so much. i appreciate any superior officer who looks at sharpe and goes "oh i'd love to see more of this lil shit"

FUCK this officer interrogation of sharpe is amazing. also adore pumphrey just not giving a shit about anything going on. hfhhd and waters (walters? accents are hard for people with auditory processing issues :( ) trying to make wellesley show gratitude to sharpe, i'm screaming. they are all soooo awkward. i've bookmarked this scene because the banter and the vibes are just *chef kiss*.

pumphrey is a bastard but how can i not adore a man described as "effeminate" who says wellesley makes him weak at the knees and also says he couldn't handle a wife like... like COME ON. i've loved more evil characters than him, it's fine. he can do a little murder of sharpe's former love interest, as a treat for being canonically gay.

is he good representation? eh not really but also ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ it was 2003, like!!! this is solid for 2003!! I'm happy with it!! it's clear sharpe is a repressed bisexual anyway!!!!

i will never tire of every irish character going "and fuck the english". and then poor sharpe in the middle like a tired parent trying to keep his kids from hitting each other, while hogan continues instigating.

man i'm excited to get to a sharpe book where i'll actually want to see sharpe get together with the woman love interest lmao. will be a nice change of pace compared to the overwhelming apathy i have towards all of the girls of the week rn. minus grace, she was neat enough. she gets a pass for killing her husband.

anyway sharpe on the bridge in a storming downpour? another great future thing to draw :3

omfg sharpe is like a terminator jumping in the raging river to kill christopher jddhsgbsbsh. then popping out on the boulder above him and absolutely stalking his way down. the spicey feral kitten turned into a cougar for a bit there. love it.

alright well, I have now finished Havoc! Def one I liked more than the last few, though Prey isn't... hard to beat lol. In a way it kind of felt like a more successful version of Prey, with the turncoat officer and all that? Adored all the bits of Sharpe with the rifles, especially with Harper. Sharpe as a character really benefits from having others to play off of, he doesn't carry a story as well when he's on his own I think.

But anyway!!! I might take a pause to listen to Flight of the Heron, we shall see. Sounds gay and I like that in a book.