#also I'm using female seals for reference because

[cannibalhellhound]

More Selkie! Mav >:D

Can you tell I love fluffy things?

Bonus Selkie! Goose, he's a bearded seal!

Mav would absolutely carry Baby Brad around hidden in his pelt 👍🏼

[e1e4n0r5]

Their Little Plaything: Epilogue

Masterlist, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends

Pairing: Bullies Cait & Vi x Loner Nerd Reader

Words: 3449

Synopsis: 6 years later, our happy threesome lives their best lives

Warnings: i will not be held responsible for what i write when i'm ovulating. Breeding kink, HexStraps that get you pergnart, strap-on, strap-on referred to as cock, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, wand vibrator, talk of safe words, spit play, drink-mouth-swap thing 🫣, breath play/air restriction, mention of collar blink and you'll miss it, talk of getting pregnant/pregnant body

Notes: "Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened," FUCK YOU I'M CRYING 😭 I had no idea so many people would read this story, it's genuinely meant so much that you've loved it 😭 But we still have the bonus chapters. It's not goodbye for TLP Cait x Reader x Vi. We've all earned this ending, so enjoy!

6 Years Later

You arrived back home, bags from your shopping trip weighing down your arms. Cait had organised a day out with your mother as a surprise, giving you the family card with strict instructions to ‘buy everything you think we’ll like’. Still, you’d limited yourself to a few new dresses, a pair of shoes, and a little bracelet they can seal around your wrist.

You headed into the house and detoured to the study when you heard voices. Smiling when you heard your wives, you paused outside, not wanting to interrupt if it was important.

“We’re very happy with the design.” Jayce, a family friend, co-found of HexTech.

Viktor, the other co-founder, was also present. “This inner device will collect- Oh wait…Are you both comfortable with the inner devices?”

“What makes you think we wouldn’t be comfortable?” Vi challenged. You couldn’t see her but you could imagine her crossing her arms with a raised eyebrow.

“Well…Um…”

“We’re both perfectly comfortable with that, Viktor,” Cait reassured him. You knew she was giving a little pleased smirk.

“Yes…So, as I was saying: the inner devices will collect-”

“Don't care,” Vi interrupted. “Yes or no: will these let us put a baby in Y/N?”

“What the fuck?!”

You burst into the room, eyeing the four of them standing around the large desk in the centre of the ornate room. Jayce and Viktor blushed bright red, obviously very uncomfortable as you entered; Vi was smirking, almost proud that you had heard her; and Cait was calm and collected.  

Laid on the desk were two harnesses with inner shafts in the crotch emitting a faint blue glow. They had no toys attached to the front, but there was a closed metal briefcase next to them.

Cait just smiled at you. “Hello, darling. How was your shopping trip? Is your mother well?”

You glared at her, putting your bags down. “She sends her love, as always. And our shopping trip – which I see now was a distraction shopping trip, not a loving surprise you organised! – was nice, thank you. But now I'm wishing I'd been more punishing on your card.”

She just kept smiling. “Our card, darling. And do you want to go back out and be more punishing?” she dared, knowing you wouldn't. Despite her and her family's practically limitless funds, you still had trouble spending their money. Despite Cait and Vi constantly telling you it was your money too.

��I want to know what's going on,” you said sarcastically, looking between her, Vi, Jayce, and Viktor. “What are these things?” you asked, looking at the harnesses.

“Well, we don't have an official name yet-”

“I still say you should go with ‘HexStrap’,” Vi teased.

Viktor blushed. “But essentially they will convert female sexual fluids-”

“It's going to let us knock you up,” Vi explained, looking like the cat who got the cream.

Your mind was blown. “That's possible?”

Jayce nodded. “Female-female fertilisation is possible with certain technology-”

 “Yes, darling, it's possible,” Cait smiled at you.

“And the babies would be healthy?”

Cait and Vi smiled at each other at your maternal concern.

Viktor nodded. “All the research indicates any foetuses conceived can be carried to term and live perfectly healthy lives.”

Not wanting to give in too easily, you raised an eyebrow and crossed your arms brattily. “Well, what if I want to get you pregnant?” you challenged both of them.

They just looked back at you; Vi with a sceptical smirk, Cait with an amused tilt of her head.

“Alright, you don't have to be so loud,” you snapped back.

“Sweetheart,” Vi said softly, coaxingly, sweetly, “why don't you take your new things upstairs; we’ll be up in a bit, you can show us what you bought.”

“And then you show me your new things?” you asked sarcastically.

Vi just smiled at you. “Five.”

Your eyes widened, looking at Cait for backup. It didn't come.

“Ten,” she replied.

“No, I'm going!” you rushed back over to the bags you'd put down, picking them all up.

“Fifteen!” Vi called after you. In the distance, an anguished ‘no!’ could be heard running up the stairs.

“Do we go for twenty?” Cait asked Vi thoughtfully.

“Let's see how well these things work first,” she nodded her head to the straps.

“Should we ask?” Jayce whispered to Viktor.

He shook his head. “I think it's best not to.”

You paced around the bedroom as you waited for Vi and Cait to come upstairs with their new toys. They were seriously going to impregnate you with those things without asking you?!

You heard the front door close downstairs, then footsteps slowly started to make their way upstairs. You wanted to run out and meet them there, but they’d told you to wait in the bedroom. Plus, they had already counted to fifteen; you didn’t need your night to get any worse.

The door opened and they stepped inside. Vi carried a large metal briefcase, Cait the smaller one.

“What’s going on?!”

“Just a favour we asked of some friends,” Vi smirked, walking over to Cait’s desk and placing the briefcase on it.

“Some techno strap-ons that’ll get me pregnant?” you demanded, crossing your arms indignantly.

Cait raised an eyebrow. “We’ve discussed having children, Y/N, you said you wanted us to start a family. Unless you’ve changed your mind?”

“No, I haven’t, not at all! But I didn’t know that meant you’d asked Jayce and Viktor for HexTech straps!”

“HexStraps,” Vi corrected with a grin.

“When were you planning on telling me you’d done this?” you snapped.

“Sweetheart,” Cait soothed, walking over to you and cupping your cheeks. “Take a breath and let us explain.”

You sullenly took a deep breath, letting them speak.

“When we first discussed children last year, we asked Jayce and Viktor if there was anything they could do. If there was any way we could have children ourselves. They’ve been working on it since then. They told us last week that they needed to talk to us, so I arranged for you to be out of the house today, in case they gave us bad news.”

Vi stroked your back. “We didn’t tell you because we didn’t want to promise you something and then disappoint you if they couldn’t make something work. But it looks like they have,” she smiled, looking at the briefcases.

“Do you want to take a look?” Cait asked gently.

You were suddenly nervous, but nodded. Their hands in the small of your back, they led you over to the desk. They each opened a briefcase, letting you see inside. Looking more closely at the harnesses, you could see how beautiful and intricate they were. The harnesses had fine gold woven into the fabric of the straps; the inner phallic shafts a soft metal with HexTech glowing blue inside.

“Will they be comfortable for you both?” you asked in concern.

Cait smiled. “We tried on several models; they're very enjoyable to wear.”

You nodded, relieved that your wives’ efforts to give you a baby wouldn't be painful for them, even though you knew they would endure whatever was needed if it meant giving you something you wanted.

You looked into the other briefcase, intrigued. “Why are there different sizes? And surely we only need two?”

“Why limit ourselves to only two cocks to fuck you with?” Cait teased.

You blushed. “So...When can we try them out?”

“You ready for us to put a baby in you, sweetheart?” Vi asked, bending your legs back to your shoulders, making you groan as her cock filled you more deeply. “You want us to make you a mommy?”

“Fuck, yes,” you wept, grabbing at her hips, pulling her in closer.

Vi pinned you to the bed, her HexStrap pressing deep inside you. Your eyes rolled back as she brushed your cervix, your back arching. “You like my cock inside you, baby?”

You nodded desperately, cupping her cheek, kissing her deeply as she fucked you. You moved together, panting as writhed and pressed against each other.

You cried out as you orgasmed, your cunt clamping down almost painfully on Vi’s cock as she came inside you for the first time, your hips trying desperately to meet hers as you felt her cum spill inside you.

They both kissed your neck and cheeks as you came down, letting your catch your breath.

“Now, that was one, sweetheart,” Vi said as she pulled out of you, moving to the side so Cait could take her place.

“What number did we say earlier?” Cait taunted, moving your hands above your head and pinning them down with one hand.

Your eyes widened. “No…No, please! I-I can’t do that many!”

“You can, and you will, darling,” she threatened, rubbing the tip of her cock against your leaking hole. “Because we’re not stopping until you’re dripping with our cum and have a baby in your belly.” She pressed inside, sliding her strap into your already aching hole.

An hour later, you were sobbing into the sheets as Cait pressed you into the mattress, knees wide apart, chest to the bed, pussy literally dripping onto the bed.

“Ei…Eight,” you wept.

“Good girl,” she panted in your ear, sweat coating her brow, pulling her cock out of you, breathing deeply.

“How about we take a break?” you heard Vi ask. You moaned appreciatively, your face buried in the sheets. Vi laughed. “No, not you, sweetheart.” Hands rolled you over onto your back, holding your legs apart. You blinked your eyes at Vi, your vision slightly blurry.

She smirked at you, holding up a wand like a weapon.

“N…Noooo,” you moaned weakly, your bottom lip trembling.

She hovered over you, her nose a few inches from yours. “Colour, baby?”

You hiccupped sadly. “Green.”

With a dangerous smirk, she turned the wand on. Holding herself above you, keeping her eyes locked with yours, she slowly traced it down your stomach, threatening you with what was to come. You shook as the vibrations got closer to your pussy, gasping and shuddering when they finally started assaulting your clit.

You cried and whined as the powerful sensations rocked through you, your pussy already promising another orgasm. You held Vi’s shoulders with trembling hands as you rode the wand, your hips moving out of your control.

“Good girl,” she teased, licking into your mouth, swallowing your moans.

It sent you over the edge when she sucked your tongue, crying out into her mouth as your hips rocked and pulsed.

“How many, baby?” Cait asked, crouching next to the bed with a cold bottle of electrolyte drink, pressing it to your neck.

You whimpered. “Nine.”

“Do one more and then you can have a drink, darling,” she gently shook the bottle as if it were a prize to be won. But your body obeyed, not that the wand gave you much choice. Only two minutes later, your body shook with another climax, twitching under Vi.

When you moaned out, “Ten,” Vi moved off you, turning off the wand and setting it down.

“Come on, baby, let’s sit you up a little.” She supported you in her lap, holding you back against her chest.

“Are you ready for a drink, sweetheart?” Cait asked, opening the bottle.

You nodded, opening your mouth.

She smiled at you, taking a sip, squeezing your cheeks together, and trickling the drink into your mouth. You moaned as you swallowed, opening your mouth again. Cait chuckled and repeated the process; take a sip, squeeze your cheeks, pour the drink from her mouth to yours.

“Anymore?” she asked after she take a drink for herself.

You nodded, whining pitifully.

Vi smirked, standing you up and forcing you to your knees. Picking up the wand, she turned it on and handed it to you. Obediently, you held it to your clit, rocking on it as they both stood in front of you.

When you opened your mouth again, Vi held your jaw firmly and turned your head to her. “Greedy slut,” she growled, bending down and spitting onto your outstretched tongue.

You moaned loudly, your pussy throbbing. You kept your tongue out as Cait took another sip, leaning down and dribbling it into your mouth.

“Swallow, slut,” she instructed, handing the bottle to Vi.

The pink-haired butch took a drink of her own, then watched in amusement as Cait took her turn spitting onto your tongue. Vi held your eye as she made you wait, drinking from the bottle as you knelt in front of her, Cait’s spit waiting on your tongue, your eyes begging her for more drink. Not to wash away Cait’s spit – never – but to get the refreshing liquid directly from Vi’s mouth.

She finally took pity on you. “Are you almost at eleven?” You nodded, starting to moan as your cunt started to pulse again, empty without a cock in it. “Okay. Get to eleven, then you can have some more.”

“But don’t swallow before then,” Cait instructed, enjoying the sight of her spit still decorating your outstretched tongue.

You nodded obediently, embracing the orgasm that was building inside you. Keeping your tongue out the whole time, you moaned and whined as number eleven rolled through you, your breasts bouncing as you rocked on the wand.

When you started to settle down, Vi’s foot pressed the wand harder into your pussy. “Good girl,” she praised. “Let’s see how quickly we can get you to twelve.” She took the final drink from the bottle, squeezed your cheeks together, and slowly, agonisingly slowly, let the drink drip from her lips. Little by little she fed you the drink whilst your next orgasm built inside you. When she was finished, she put her hand over your mouth.

“Do not swallow, do you hear me? Finish this one, then you can swallow,” she instructed darkly, her eyes intense on yours.

You nodded, your eyes already starting to cross as your pussy started clenching again. You kept your eyes on hers, your foreheads pressed together, her hand over your mouth, as a powerful orgasm ripped through you. Vi cupped the back of your head, using both hands to hold you upright as you groaned and spasmed with your twelfth climax.

“Good girl,” she praised in your ear. “Now swallow, sweetheart. Swallow like a good girl.”

You swallowed the mixture of Cait’s spit and the drink, moaning as it went down your throat.

“You feeling okay, baby? Still green?” Vi asked, checking in on you, her hand still on your mouth.

You nodded as best you could, making a happy sound in your throat.

“One more here,” Cait commanded, putting her hair into a low bun, “Then we’re both going to fuck you one last time. Can you manage that, sweetheart?”

You nodded pathetically, your overstimulated clit starting to protest at the wand. Vi kept her hands on your mouth and head, watching you intensely as you started to climb again.

“You wanna do the thing, baby?” she asked.

You moaned behind her hand, nodding.

“Okay. Deep breath in,” she instructed. You obeyed, inhaling deeply through your nose. “And hold on.” She clamped her fingers over your nostrils, cutting off your air. You held your breath under her hand, the heady sensation increasing the pressure in your pussy.

“Well done,” Cait praised from behind you, her finger stroking over the thin leather around your neck.

When she’d counted to ten in her head, Vi moved her hand off your mouth. You inhaled deeply, gasping for breath. You whimpered as your pussy throbbed.

“Ready to go again?”

You took a few more breaths, nodding.

“Okay, breathe in…And hold.”

Pressing her hand over your mouth and nose again, Vi watched you carefully. Your body writhed on the wand, starting to shake as your orgasm grew inside you. They could both tell you were right on the edge, just about to fall over.

“Three, two, one,” Vi said quietly in your ear, then released your face, sending you into a strong orgasm when you were able to breathe again. You gasped and moaned, writhing violently on the wand, your brain suddenly hit with a rush of oxygen.

They held you as you shook, soothing your body to help calm down. Vi picked you up gently, laying you down on the covers.

“One more for us both, okay?” she soothed, pressing a kiss to each cheek.

You whined wretchedly, nodding.

Pushing your legs back to your chest, she guided her strap back inside you, making your back arch off the bed. You keened low, your body pliant as Vi fucked you with her cock.

“This is it, baby,” Vi urged in your ear, her hips moving frantically. “This is gonna do it.”

Cait stroked your hair softly. “Tonight’s the night you get a baby, darling. Oh, imagine if we both bred you tonight, if we both fucked a baby into you.”

You all moaned at the thought.

Vi grunted in your ear. “I can see it, two babies in your belly. You’ll be so round for us, sweetheart, you’ll look so good with our babies in you.”

You wept at the thought.

“But you have to come first,” Cait coaxed. “We can’t come if you don’t, and you can’t get a baby without our cum deep inside you.”

You whined in protest, at the idea of not getting your babies.

“So, finish for us, sweetheart,” Vi encouraged. “You can do it.”

That helped you over the edge, pussy clamping down on Vi’s cock. With a moan of her own, she spilled inside you, her hips pumping her cum into your waiting pussy.

“Fourteen, sweetheart. One more,” Cait smiled, taking Vi’s place. “Can you do it for us? For our future babies?” she asked, running her cock up and down your soaked slit. Not waiting for an answer, she slid inside you, both of you groaning. “One last time, baby, here we go,” she urged, thrusting her hips against yours. You laid under her, wanting to rock your body against her, to hold her close, but your body just wouldn’t move.

All you could do was moan against her thrusts, accepting everything she gave you. Vi reached a hand between you, rubbing your clit, and making you cry out as she did.

“Last one, sweetheart,” Vi spoke in your ear, kissing your cheek, pressing her forehead to yours.

It didn’t take long for you and Cait to cum one final time, Cait holding you close as she pumped her cum inside you.

They held you tightly, both of them cupping your stomach.

“We did it, baby. I know it.”

Three years later

You reclined back on the sofa, just waking up from your nap, one toddler under each arm, their precious heads on your chest. Mila, the eldest and your feisty little pink-haired girl, curled into your side. Eden, the calmer twin, fisted her blue-hair as she slept.

The door to the sitting room clicked open softly, your wives’ heads popping in. You smiled at them from your position, unable to move, lest you wake your babies.

They approached you quietly, crouching down in front of you.

“Hi, sweetheart,” Vi whispered.

“Do you feel more rested?” Cait asked, gently stroking your hair off your forehead.

You nodded sleepily. “A bit. These two are still bouncing around in there,” you nodded to your bumped stomach. “Hopefully they'll settle down before bed.”

Vi rubbed your bump. “They will,” she soothed, kissing you through your dress.

Mila shifted against you, propping herself up on her elbow. She blinkered her eyes open, which widened at seeing your wives. “Mama!” she cried, throwing herself at Vi.

Disturbed from her sleep, Eden groaned into your side, pulling herself closer.

Cait stroked her hair gently. “Eden,” she cooed, “It’s time to wake up.”

The small child pouted, reaching out for her. “Mother,” she begged to be picked up.

“Come here, darling,” she picked the child up, holding her close as she flopped in her arms.

“You both have to wake up,” Vi said, patting Mila’s back, “Auntie Powder’s coming over later for dinner.”

“Pow-Pow!” they both squealed excitedly, suddenly awake.

You laughed as Vi helped you up with her free arm, holding you close as you regained your centre of gravity. The five of you headed out into the garden, your hearts bursting with joy.

Sometimes you still woke up and expected to be that girl again, the one who kept your head down, who thought you didn’t belong, who flinched when people looked at you. But when you felt Vi’s hands on your bump, heard Cait murmuring to the twins through the baby monitor, and you remembered: you made it. Together.

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[authorbriannarae13]

Mind of Mine // he's cold-blooded so it takes more time to bleed - joel miller

Joel Miller x female! reader

read part one here. part two here. or on AO3 here.

summary; “Fuck, pretty girl, I’m right here.”

When you have an childhood flashback, Joel brings you back the only way he can think of.

or this is what is written at my saddest during this depressing winter (and now start of spring) and listening to a mix of 'hard times' and 'gibson girl' off 'preacher's daughter' on repeat. for too fuckin' long.

warnings; smut (MDNI); unprotected p in v; dom!joel; or switch!joel (?? idk actually); mostly soft!joel; actually all soft!joel; protective!joel; thighriding; reader grew up southern baptist; severe religious trauma; angst; fluff (of course); references to past sexual abuse & reader's father was a domestic abuser; implied lore references to the album preacher's daughter by ethel cain

word count; 1k

a/n; i'm sorry i disappeared for like two months. my grandma died and then it came out that one of my friends lied and manipulated me our entire friendship, so i've been dealing with and trying to heal from it.

anyway, this is for you molly. i couldn't be more grateful that you came back to me. i love you, my beautiful angel baby.

-

You’re trapped in a hell of your psyche’s doing.

You were hit with the flashbacks as you walked through the door. Thankfully, you had just enough time to settle in before they fully took over.

No, no. Fuck no.

The memory takes you back to your childhood, hearing your dad in the kitchen screaming at your mom because something got fucked up.

And something was always fucked according to him.

“Why is it always my shit?” he shouts, the sound of glass against the wall accompanies his words.

“Fuck,” your mother sobs, voice tight. Just then, though, you hear her tone shift, “It’s not just your shit. And it never will be. This is my life we’re talking about, too!”

You blow out a calming breath, but it doesn’t last. It never does.

His voice turns deathly calm, “If it’s also your life, why can nothing ever get done correctly?”

“Fuck. You,” is the reply you listen for, but it never comes.

Hurrying down from your room, you notice he has your mom in a chokehold while her nails claw in a desperate attempt to get him off.

You try to get back to present, trying to use the techniques you know, but then the scene switches.

“Shh,” the man coos, hand slipping under your skirt. “If you tell anyone, you’re dead.”

An unchecked whimper escapes as the looming threat settles deep inside your already splintering mental state.

His hand reaches into your underwear, and his -

“Baby, can you hear me?”

The tears that once clung to your lids fall as the pressure on your neck slowly increases. “Joel.”

“Fuck, pretty girl. I’m right here.”

You fist his shirt, pulling him down towards you, and burying your face in his chest while murmuring the one statement you never thought would leave you ever again, “I think I’m getting bad again.”

With that, he only pulls you further into him. “You’re not. You weren’t bad to begin with.” Feeling his chest fall, he lets out a slight sigh, “You just had somethin’ traumatic happen. We all have. It doesn’t mean anythin’ bad.”

You focus on his warmth, breathing in his scent, and figuring out what needs to happen. But first, you tease him, “Have I ever mentioned how terrible you are at consolation?”

He smiles, knowing you’re – at least – partly back with him. “At least once every time I’ve done it.”

You smile, feeling somewhat better since he’s here, but there’s still something needing to get out of your brain. “Make me forget.”

He chuckles, the sound low and soft, before he seals his lips to yours, the kiss as soft as he can manage. “Like this?”

You hum before murmuring, “More."

His lips trail from yours, over the streaks left behind from your tears, and start to place delicate kisses on your jaw.

The patchy facial hair he barely ever caters to scratches in a familiar way against your skin. His breath is warm against your ear, voice low but clear – grounding – as he groans, "Tell me what you need."

“Fuck, I-“ you whine. “I need you.”

“Need me where, sweetheart?”

“Need – ugh,” you moan as he finds the sweet spot on your neck, “Need you to fuck me.”

“Such a dirty fuckin’ girl f’r me,” he groans, moving you to straddle him while not breaking the kiss.

His hands grope your ass as he slowly guides your exposed cunt to grind against the bulge in his jeans, making you moan.

It's not until you're close that he stops and says, “I want you to use me, baby. Take back your control.”

His hands leave your ass as he starts towards undoing his belt while you slide down to grind on his thigh, renewing your orgasm.

“I’m so – fuck, I’m so close,” you whimper as your hips speed up to chase it.

“That's it,” he groans, hand reaching out to pinch a nipple, “Such a good girl, my pretty baby.”

His words do you in as your vision goes white and hips sputter.

“Fuck – Joel, Jesus – fuck,” you moan as the white-hot pleasure spreads like wildfire through your veins.

“Jesus ain't here, sweetheart. Jus’ you an’ me.”

The aftershocks are still coursing through you as he slowly moves you to finish pulling his jeans off.

But Joel Miller will never make you wait too long.

He moves back to his original spot on the bed. “C’mon, pretty girl. Use my cock to get yourself off.”

The demand has barely taken hold in your brain when your body moves towards him on its own accord.

He grabs your hips as you line your cunt up with his cock, “That's it, baby. Sink down on my cock. Let the pleasure replace the memories.”

You both let out a hiss as your cunt adjusts to his size.

“Oh fuck,” is the only sentence your hazy brain can come up with as you start to move.

“’U’re such a pretty fuckin’ slut for me, darlin’,” he groans, watching your body move and grind against him.

His hand immediately finds your clit as your pace grows more desperate, allowing your cunt to rut into his touch instead of actually riding him.

The same white-hot pleasure from earlier comes back in full force as your nerve endings reignite. Your legs start to shake as your back arches, allowing him to capture a nipple in his mouth as he flips you both, forcing you onto your back.

His thrusts have become uncoordinated and frantic while he chases his own high.

“Fuck, baby – you're such a good girl f’r me,” he grunts as the pleasure travels upwards from the wound up coil at the base of his spine, making its way through him and directly into your cunt.

It isn't until he's flipped you and on his back again that he allows himself to finally – and fully – relax in an attempt to catch his breath.

You softly whimper as he pulls out, leaving your mixed orgasm to slowly drip down your thigh.

After a few more moments of the two of you catching your breath, he rolls out from underneath you to grab a cloth to wipe your combined mess up.

After he’s done, you slowly slip under the blankets while Joel does the same, adjusting so you can slide in between his arms.

As you start to drift off, he murmurs a soft, “I love you, sweetheart.”

[sisterofsomeone]

Till Death Do Us Part

Chapter 1/10

Chapter 2

Summary: On a wedding day in Baldur’s Gate, a marriage is sealed with a sanctified bond. A powerful magic that allows your minds to meld and cannot ever be undone. It is also required to share your darkest secret for the bond to be bestowed. There is a common myth passed around that once, a very long time ago, a woman was tricked into marriage by a demon of sorts and only found out when they wed. Every wedding at that moment the room falls silent, waiting for another scream, another myth making secret to be revealed. You just never thought you would be witness to it.

Series Warnings: Wonwoo x fem!reader, slight Seokmin x fem!reader (because I can't help myself), established relationship/situationship, angst, fluff, swearing, drinking, smoking, there are references to end game BG3 and spoilers for the whole game so please proceed with caution! smut MDNI 18+, unprotected sex, pet names (baby girl, pretty girl, princess), oral sex (male and female receiving), breeding kink, slight daddy kink, size kink, reader has a vagina that gets described as a pussy/cunt, slight dub-con for a second then clear consent, (more will be added as the series goes on!)

Word count: 3.5K

Author's note: Hello again! I was originally going to write this as a oneshot, but I just kept writing and writing and felt that I really wanted to try and flesh this world out. So, it's becoming a series! I cannot promise regular updates as I am in my final year of university, and start back up at my graduate job in september, but I am really enjoying writing this so I'm aiming for at least once a month, but maybe more. I do also have another series in the works which I want to post soon as well, so keep on the lookout for that one! I’ve never written anything like this before so bear with me if it’s not very good! Please enjoy, I really do hope this is entertaining for you, and have a wonderful day/afternoon/evening! Lots of love, Caitlin <3

This is a work of fiction and in no way is meant to represent the actions, ideals, or attitude of the idol Jeon Wonwoo.

Baldur’s Gate. The jewel of the Sword Coast. Granted, you never knew there was supposedly a dragon sleeping under the city before the invasion, but still. A wonderful place to live. Life here was easier for someone like you, the eldest daughter of the Apothecary Merchant. Father had spent most of the money he made to dress you in the finest of clothes, hire chefs to teach you to make the finest of meals, and ensure you were surrounded by the best trained ladies in waiting possible. Status meant everything to him, and you knew you had to marry up to please him. Being the eldest of three girls, you were schooled in house making, cooking, mathematics, business, politics- anything and everything that would endear you to one of the knowledgeable and wealthy bachelors your father was hoping to wed you to. Your younger sisters however were afforded the luxury to follow their throws of passion and learn dance, music, or geography to teach and travel. You didn’t much care for home making, your fascination with the foul words in other languages usually left your tutor giggling after you begged her to teach you them. You were smart, quick with numbers and well versed in politics and business. It was something your father loved about you. The daughter that would lift them even higher in status. You were his political pawn.

You were with your mathematics tutor when she burst through the door. Your mother, her face flushed, chest rising and falling rapidly with her heavy breaths.

“The- The King wants you to attend the ball.” She spoke. “The ball for the princes to choose their brides. He has called for you specifically.”

“Oh?” You didn’t so much as look away from your work, still toying away with the problems in front of you.

“Yes! Oh Gods girl, what are we to do with you?” Your tutor excused himself as your mother swanned towards the large windows. She was as dramatic a woman as you had ever met, and you loved her for it. Turning to face you, her dress billowed, and it struck you yet again how beautiful she was. You knew she used to be the catch; the young daughter of a cattle farmer swept into the Sword Coast by her wild fancies and taking Baldur’s Gate by storm. She married your father in a rather quickly arranged match, both being only 21 and your bump already starting to show through her clothes. She had always held a special place in your life, and the closeness in age only solidified your bond.

“You’re to help me avoid it. You know I want nothing to do with the royal family.” You raised an eyebrow, smirk playing on your lips as you turned another page in your book.

“It’s such a shame. You should go, if not for yourself but for me. It says and family and you know how much your sisters and I would love it!” Her fingers danced across the edge of the paper, twirling the red silk ribbon that used to hold the envelope closed as she read and reread the words.

“You know, there must be a specific reason they invited you. I heard only four girls and their families were invited specifically by name.” He voiced wavered, tone light, eyes meeting yours with that twinkle you knew meant trouble. Sometimes it felt like you were the parent in this.

“Will I need a new dress?” With that she squealed and swept you into her arms.

“Oh darling! You are going to love this!” Untangling her arms from around you she ran from the room and to the staircase.

“Girls! Darling! Come downstairs, your sister has an announcement!”

It was dark outside when you were finally allowed to rest. Your mother had dragged you and your sisters around every tailor in the city, eventually settling on a beautiful, glittered gown from the Facemaker’s that made it look like you were dripping in starlight. Your sisters marvelled at you, them seemingly more excited for your prospects than you were. As you stood before the full-length mirror, watching the way light danced across the dress you caught your own breath. You stood tall, the shimmering fabric laying against your body as if made solely for you. Your face now seemingly had the allure you always attributed to your mother, the colour of your eyes mirroring her own beautiful hue. It was the first time you felt a fraction as beautiful as her. That’s why you let your mother buy the dress, but you’d never tell her that.

The evening was warm as you took a book from the library and made your way to the balcony. Lighting the lamp on the table you slipped yourself onto the velvet covered seat and pulled the small blanket around your legs, hiking them up to your chest. It was here you sat, absorbed in the words of scholars until a small cough caught your attention. This was routine at this point, so you put your book down and pulled yourself from the seat, dangling a hand over the railing in front of you before leaning your head over. The man clasped your hand and smiled up at you.

It had all been an accident, you meeting Seokmin and Wonwoo. You weren’t supposed to be walking unescorted to Sorcerers’ Sundries, well technically you weren’t supposed to be walking there at all, but what Father didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. You had stopped but for a moment to watch the magic show at the front entrance when you felt a hand dip into your pockets. You grasped their wrist and turned, only to be met with a small child.

“I’m-I’m so sorry miss, please let me go.” The tiny tiefling looked terrified, eyes wide and lower lip trembling. Immediately you dropped your guard, gaze softening and grip on their arm loosening.

“Child, no need to be scared I won’t call the Fists. But let’s not go picking anymore pockets hm?” They nodded, thanking you as they scurried away. Thats when you heard the laughter. Two tall men, eyes dark and trained directly on you and the scurrying child.

“What are you two laughing at huh?” The slightly broader one cocked an eyebrow at you, and the other pointed behind you. There you saw the scared tiefling, not so scared anymore as them and their friend – who you hadn’t noticed until now – were poking their tongues out at you as they waved a purse above their heads.

“That’s mine!” You shouted as they hurried off, tails wagging and giggles filling the dark streets.

“You fell for that hook line and sinker.” One of the hooded men let a plume of smoke escape his lips and curled them into a smile. “Are you new here or something?”

“No, no. Look at her, she’s a sheltered little princess I bet.” The other said, closing the distance between you and him. You finally got a good look at him. Dark eyes, golden tanned skin, a smile spread across his face that lit a fire in your stomach. He leaned down, face now only inches from yours. “Such a sheltered little princess, aren’t you?” There was an earthiness to him, a woody smell that danced under a zesty citrus. This was no commoner’s perfume.

“Who are you?”

Wonwoo’s eyes shone from below you on the balcony, that same smile lighting that spark deep in your soul. He was intelligent, worldly, but most of all, he was kind. He climbed up the balcony as usual, pulling you into his embrace and kissing you. It was hot, fiery and passionate. It always felt like he was swallowing you whole, devouring every part of you. He pushed you backwards, lowering you into the plush of the loveseat as his body covered your own. His mouth never left yours, tongue playing against your bottom lip as you gave him entrance. He moaned, fingers running through your hair and pulling, revealing the length of your neck to him. He kissed down it, careful not to leave any marks as he did so.

“My beautiful girl, my pretty girl.” His lips left a searing trail down to your chest, his hands trailing down your sides, bunching up your dress to reach your core.

“Wonwoo, baby, we can’t. Not tonight.” It was almost useless, his lips never stopped working against your neck, teeth nipping at your pulse point. “Wonwoo, baby.” A whine left him that had a throb course through your body and set that flame burning.

“Don’t tell me to stop baby please.” He kissed you again, hands never stopping their assault on you. “Please don’t tell me I can’t play with my pretty girl’s pretty pussy.” His eyes darkened, teeth bit down harder, and you could almost feel the punctures from his canines.

“This pretty pussy has been invited to the King’s ball. This pretty pussy might have just been sold off by her ever-scheming father.” He stalled at this, hands stopping their assault and mouth leaving your skin.

“What?” His eyes were trained on yours as you swallowed thickly.

“We got the invitation today. Gods know how he did it. But he did.” Wonwoo moved off you, settling into the space beside you.

“Are you happy? With the idea I mean?” You let out a short laugh, cold and harsh.

“Happy? Why would I be happy? No one has ever seen them, been allowed near them, and what? I’m supposed to marry one of them. Be used as breeding stock. Finally put all this stupid training to use.” He laughed softly from beside you.

“You think this is funny? My life being sold off to the highest bidder and you laugh?”

“No! No, it’s not like that I promise.” His arms were around you again, pulling you into his chest. “I think there’s more to this than you know. Go to the party. You might be pleasantly surprised that’s all.” His lips were on yours again. “And no matter what happens, I’ll never let anyone else touch you the way I do.”

The morning broke through your curtains and the man beside you stirred. His chest was warm beneath your cheek as you kissed the arm draped around you.

“Darling, you must go before we get caught. Again.” He groaned, rolling the pair of you over, trapping you beneath him. That smile was back, softly lit by the warm glow of the sun pouring in through the windows. “Wonwoo, baby please.” His lips were soft against yours, pouring love into you like there was no tomorrow. His fingertips danced across your skin, raising goosebumps in their wake. He rolled his hips into you, want evident at the broken gasp that left his lips. “Wonwoo baby.” You moaned out, fingers moving to his shoulder blades. He rolled his hips again, the slickness of your cunt allowing for him to rock smoothly and bump his cockhead into your clit. “Wonwoo, we can’t.” But your body gives you away, the roll of your hips as you shake beneath him has him lining up instantly.

“Princess, say no right now and I won’t do it. But say yes and I’ll give you a baby. I’ll fuck you so full it has no option but to stick. You’ll be mine.” Your lips chased his as you nodded frantically against him.

“Yes Wonwoo, yes yes yes.” He pushed in, cock stretching you as you raked your nails down his back. His thrusts were deep, angling his hips to hit that spot inside of you.

“My princess wants a baby yeah? Wants me to fuck her full?” He growled into your ear, hips smashing into yours.

“Please, wanna make you a daddy.” You purred back. His hand snaked between your bodies, fingers rubbing circle after circle into your swollen clit as you arched up into him. He never stopped kissing you, never stopped whispering praise into your mouth as you came around him.

“Please Wonwoo, want you to fill me up. Please.” You dug your nails into his skin, drawing a hiss from him. He’s panting, sweat lining his forehead as he thrust into you again and again, bringing you to orgasm over and over until you couldn't take it anymore. He pushes you over the edge again and again, having you crying his name into his mouth over and over as you beg for him to finish in you, mark you as his.

But he doesn’t. He pulls out as he always does and finishes onto your thigh. It’s over then, the light shifting to a cold blue as the sun shifts behind a cloud. He moves away from you, gathering his clothes and dressing.

“When will I see you again?” He pauses, eyes meeting your own.

“You won’t see me like this for a while. At least, not this version of me.” You don’t know what that means, but he doesn’t give you any time to ask as he kisses you again so softly. His hand caresses your face, thumb rubbing your cheek as a tear falls from his face and onto yours. “But you will see me again, I promise.” As he pulls away, he places a final kiss on your forehead before stepping back towards your balcony. You let him go like you always do, but not without that horrible hole ripping through your chest.

The night of the ball drew closer, and there was no sign of Wonwoo or his brother. You were alone. The lessons ramped up, your father wanting there to be no chance of failure. You were his pawn, and he was so ready to make that final check. Your mother tried to get through the walls you put up, your sisters gushed every day about how lucky you were, how you were going to have the life of your dreams. But you weren’t. You wouldn’t be with Wonwoo. Wouldn’t be able to kiss him again, wouldn’t be able to hold him. You’d never be able to make him a dad.

“Your invitation madam?” Your mother was positively glowing with excitement, your sisters each hanging off one of your arms, you suspect to stop you from running. Your mother presents the invitation, and the guard cocks an eyebrow. “Please, this way for special guests.” You were escorted towards a separate entrance, a large pair of white wooden doors beset by giant boars on each side. The doors were parted for you, and the entrance was the most beautiful you’d ever seen. You were ushered inside, your sisters gasping and pointing at the artwork lining the walls. But your eyes were drawn to the three other girls.

“They’re your competition child.” Your father pulled you aside from your sisters and scanned you from head to toe. “But you’ve got a brain to best all of them. Be smart, be strong. Be the girl I raised you to be.” You glanced back over to them. Each one you knew to be a member of one of the aristocracies, as you were. You vaguely remember having a run in with the half-elf, but if she remembered you, she gave nothing away in the cold gaze she returned.

“If everyone is now here?” A voice sounded from the stairs above you. Your eyes followed where it was coming from, and the woman you saw standing there was the most beautiful you had ever seen. Dark eyes, with even darker hair cascading down her back that held soft curls that bounced as she began to walk towards you all. You had never seen this woman before, but something pulled at you from your stomach as if you recognised her.

“You are all chosen specifically by the princes themselves. My sister's sons wouldn’t allow for our intervention, so feel very lucky. Some of you would never have made it this far.” Her eyes fell on you at this, and your father bristled beside you. “Now, if you’ll follow me.” She sauntered towards the large doors across the marbled floors. You moved to follow the queen's sister, silently cursing yourself for not recognising her as your legs pulled you along before your brain could think of a reason to turn and run. She demanded that the girls line up, manhandling you all into a line with you left on the end. Your families were to follow along behind, and not say a word.

There was a commotion behind the doors, music filled whatever room you were about to be ushered into and laughter and conversations could barely be heard through these giant doors. You tried to smooth out the non-existent wrinkles of your dress, hands moving on their own as you chewed on your bottom lip.

There was a moment of silence before the doors swung open, and an even longer moment of silence when all the eyes in the ballroom fell upon you. Your gaze flitted from person to person, not a single face you couldn’t put a name to. Families with daughters much better suited for this match burned holes into your skull from jealousy. You were standing there, with the whole world at your fingertips and their daughter wasn’t.

You were ushered down the steps before you, the sea of people parting as the four of you made your ways forward. Your eyes were on the floor as you had been instructed to do so, never for a second daring to look upon the men sitting at the other end of the ballroom.

“This is the half-elf Carmae of the Boat Merchant.” You were right about recognising her then.

“This is the high elf Dauphine of the Gold Merchant.” You heard her light steps, the small “Hello sirs.” that sounded so beautiful falling from her lips as she greeted the men.

“This is the wood elf Avalynne of the Cloth Merchant.” You were next.

“This is the human Y/n of the Apothecary Merchant.” You stepped forward, curtseying as you were taught, eyes moving up to acknowledge the men before you.

“Hello sirs-“ Those eyes. That smile. Wonwoo sat before you, hand rested on his chin as he surveyed you. You felt a churning in your stomach as you let your eyes fall upon Seokmin beside him. His soft curls sat upon his head as he smiled ever so softly at you.

“We can now begin.” The music started up again as the crowd of people swallowed you up. Your sisters beamed at you as people swarmed you. They wanted to know where you got your dress “The Facemaker.” You politely replied. Who did your hair? “My mother wanted to.” You smiled at them. You were pulled from conversation to conversation. Every family wanted a piece of you. But your mind was back on Wonwoo. Your heart calling out to him across the floor.

His eyes followed you, dark and cold like you’d never seen them before.

“Wonwoo, calm down. She’s yours I’m not going to take her.” Seokmin leant over to his older brother, giggling slightly at the older man’s demeanour.

“I know you’re not. But they might.” He followed his brother’s gaze to the men being introduced to you by their fathers. “It seems like being the prince’s chosen gives a girl a certain…” His eyes scanned the crowd of men now surrounding you. Your father ever so keen to get you introduced to as many of them as possible. You were trying to be amicable, that soft smile on your face hiding the discomfort you felt. The burn of jealousy coursed through his veins as he watched you laugh and smile at these fools. If only they knew what he’d done to you, the noises he could pull from you with just his tongue or fingers. The way you beg him to cum in you, the tears in your eyes as he fucks you through another orgasm. You’d be too much for those idiots, they couldn’t make you feel how he did. Couldn’t make your body react the way he did.

“The princes will now have their first dance with each of the chosen.” Wonwoo and Seokmin stood, and the floor was cleared again. You finally found yourself walking back towards the man who held your heart in his hands and smiled. Wonwoo noticed that it finally reached your eyes.

“It is lovely to meet you Y/n.” He placed a soft kiss against the back of your hand.

“It is my honour sir.” You smiled even wider this time as he drew you closer as the music began.

“I hope you’re a good dancer.” He flashed you that dazzling smile once more as the music began up again.

“I hope you are too sir.” You felt the flush creep up your cheeks as the two of you started to dance. Your eyes glued to his as he led you across the floor, his never once leaving yours. You finally got what he meant that morning. While this was a surprise, you’d help him play the part for as long as it took to get your Wonwoo back.

[raintailed]

rain rain rain rain how do you draw iterators and slugcats btw like all your gyus are so shaped its so fun to look at theyre just little guys...

i'm gonna start with slugcats! my old guide from 2023 is here.

Note: "slugcat" refers to multiple species (slugcats are in a species complex). It can be hard to differentiate slugcat species, since some are very similar and hybridization between them is common where their ranges overlap. The species that Monk and Survivor are members of is called the "common slugcat."

Slugcats are weird sorta-feline creatures that walk bipedally and have little hands. Their average height is 3'3" or about 1 meter tall.

Their basic body shape is a round head on top of a trapezoidal body. Their legs are digitigrade, they have human-like arms (that are often skinny lol), and their tails are thick and tapering. Slugcats also have retractable arms ig??? I have no idea how that would work

In terms of head shape, it's similar to a cat's, but with a somewhat taller forehead (bigger brain! more room for being Smart!). Slugcats usually have short muzzles, big eyes, and long ears.

Note: slugcat arms usually rest in front of the body (think meerkats) rather than to the sides like a human.

Uhhh I like giving slugcats dewlaps (rabbit dewlaps are a good reference)!

And for fat slugcats, fat is usually stored in the tail (and dewlap) first. So naturally my gourmand has a big tail and a big dewlap :]

And!! I like to think that some slugcats have fur, and some don't. Hairless slugcats are slimy; furred slugcats have oily, waterproof coats. Some shorthaired slugcats have smooth fur like otters and seals do.

TEEFS!!! Except technically, slugcats don't have teeth. Rather, they have sharp, jagged beaks (think cephalopods). Their beaks continually grow and they are self-sharpening. Because their beaks are really sharp, slugcat bites are always serious injuries.

The length of their "fangs" varies by species. Some carnivorous species have long fangs, for example.

And! They have bristly tongues like cats (and kinda like the radula of a gastropod).

For their paws, slugcats have 3-fingered hands and feet. Their claws vary; some individuals have blunt claws, some have sharp claws, others have retractable claws, etc.

The inner toe of a slugcat's foot is opposable, making it easy for them to grab onto poles with their feet. (Compare to scavengers, who mostly use their arms to climb.)

SLUPPIES!!!!!! (don't worry about the fluffy one, they're just eepy)

Slugpups have different proportions than adults! Including having a bigger head, chubbier body, etc. Fluffy slugpups can also be a bit scraggly like longhaired kittens are.

My slugcats are basically egg-laying marsupials. They lay eggs, store them in their pouch, and then the eggs hatch into itty bitty babies. The babies stay in the pouch, feeding on milk until they're big enough to venture outside.

When pups are too big for the pouch, they ride on their parent's head or back. They also begin the process of weaning around this time, since by then they've started growing a sharp beak (i guess before that, their beak is dull and too small to self-sharpen?).

Note: some slugcat species are unisex and others are trioecious (having male, female, and unisex individuals).

For expressions, ears are important!!

Neutral: ears relaxed. The relaxed position varies by individual; some slugcats have their ears rest slightly tilted back, for example.

Alert/interested: ears perked up.

Angry: ears pinned back. Very angry slugcats have their ears positioned so they're almost in line with the top of the head.

Afraid: ears pinned down (sometimes slightly to the sides, too).

Sad: ears droop to the sides.

Slugcats mostly use their tails for balance, but they're used for some emotes too.

Upwards-curled tail is an excited or enthusiastic hello! Kinda like how some cats raise their tail when they see their human.

When upset, annoyed, or grumpy, slugcats may thump their tail against the ground (kinda like how rabbits stomp).

Some slugcats wag their tails when playing or excited. This isn't a universal thing, though.

Slugcats with fur may puff up their tail when startled or scared. They may also puff their tail when excited or playing, too.

[jgnico]

maybe this is just my very hot take but I think people who want gojo to be relevant in jjk beyond what he has already done so far don't get the story. anyone who criticises yuuji as the mc doesn't understand jjk. it's confusing to me how gojo's entire goal is to prepare a new generation of sorcerers to be able to overthrow the system, seeing the young generation consolidate after his death even in such a disastrous situation and having such a big focus on the difference between gojo's generation and the kids and then having readers say stuff like "I want gojo to come back to defeat kenjaku". I swear it doesn't make sense to me how you read a story for over 200 chapters and still miss the point. yeah it's understandable to not get all the references or symbolism but the core of the story, really? the main message? I agree that there's criticism to be made about jjk and I'm one of the first to jump on the wagon when it comes to certain things but I really think gege receives an undeserved ammount of negative criticism for jjk. I also think gojo's death was obvious for a very long time but anyways. hope you have a good day, nico :)

Piping hot take, scalding even, but also one that I completely agree with.

I'd also like to point out that despite Gojo's position as the strongest of the modern era, and therefore someone that you would expect to have a large impact on the story by winning the fights that he's in, has never actually won a significant fight in the antagonists' favor.

The Jogo fight? Jogo and Hanami get away. The Goodwill Event? Hanami gets away and Mahito steals 3 death paintings + the school's supply of fingers. The first Toji fight? He loses and Riko dies. The second Toji fight? He wins, but it doesn't matter because killing Toji at this point wasn't necessary. The Shibuya fight? He gets sealed with the only major loss for the antagonists being Hanami and the transfigured humans in b5f. The Sukuna fight? He dies without dealing any lasting damage to Sukuna.

But it isn't just Gojo that isn't getting anything done for the older generation. Nanami dies to Mahito without killing a single antagonist in Shibuya. Mei Mei flees after almost dying to Kenjaku. Naobito flat out dies to Jogo after the Dagon fight.

As a matter of fact, the antagonists dealt more damage to themselves in Shibuya that anyone from the older generation of Sorcerers did. Choso quite literally takes himself out. Toji kills Dagon after Megumi makes it possible for him to get to him before taking himself out. Sukuna kills Jogo. Kenjaku exorcizes Mahito after Yuuji and Todo + Nobara nearly kill him.

Even more recently, you have Yuki dying to Kenjaku and Kashimo also dying to Sukuna.

All of this only reinforces the point that the story isn't about Gojo or any previous generation accomplishing anything. They're there to be an example; to show us, the audience, how jujutsu society operates and fails it's sorcerers, and to reinforce the themes of the story, but more importantly, to be an example for the students of what they need to surpass in order to achieve what no other generation could.

There are things that I absolutely will ctiticize Gege over - namely, his extremely limited use of his female characters that aren't Maki - but I agree that there's a lot of stuff that the fandom gives Gege shit over that they wouldn't if they understood/cared about the story more. Gege isn't a bad writer and JJK hasn't gone downhill as much as people like to say it has. Likewise, he isn't a bad writer for killing Gojo when everything in the story leading up to that point told us that Gojo would not and could not win that fight. And he won't be a bad writer if he never brings Gojo back when there isn't a single good reason for him to do so.

Which leads us inevitably back to the same question that I asked a while ago: For the people that fully believe that Gojo is going to come back; Why do you want that to happen and how would it benefit the story?

[dark-falz]

And here's the new PSO inspired magic circle I wrote! (that's tailored to specifics that I'm not getting into) As well as the traditional Algolian seal (I've broken down a bit of it here) and the first magic circle I built

I'M GETTING MUCH QUICKER AT THIS!

I drew every symbol instead this time, I find it to be the one thing easier to draw on tablet than paper, I think I'll go back to the other method next time tho it looks neater.

Ok into a bit on how its wrote/the magic building for those curious :3

So I went over a bit on it yesterday but here's the full circle that there was no way I was fitting in that tiny space.

Magic Circles are now the thing I study when I'm having my after work drink at the bar ^^;

The 3 outer circles (I keep referring to as Muut Ditts Poumn circles) while they all hold the main energies, they're all lions :3 The alchemy symbols for essence pokes out of them and toward the middle text. Leo as well as the 2 Divine beings, each associated with the Sun and the Moon. In the outer ring, where the Photon Blasts would be listed, I have other Gods that represent different phases of the Sun and the Moon, Moon Gods being separated by the female end of the ankh, as the moon is of feminine mother energy against the masculine father energy of Leo's ruler, the Sun. Sun gods border the rising & moon signs of the initiator. I probably put a bit more time into the order of the names in the ring, but PSO isn't actually conjuring magic outside our hearts and is allowed to be whatever about that.

I'd also only use the Ankh with Egyptian Gods as I only work with them aside from "celestial bodies". There is more detail on the significance of the ankh in the first post. The reason its positioned sideways is I learned horizontal lines can be a negative aspect, where as vertical lines are always positive. I still have a horizontal line in this, but with it being only one, the numerology plays in to it enough, I also didn't HAVE to add it but felt it necessary. The magic numbers are 1 and 7.

The Divine are placed in their directions in accordance to the element. Sun to the South for Fire, Moon to the West for Water. Leo is placed east due to the affinitive candle color. East represents air which is the main element of the target.

The alchemical symbols I used aren't all available text symbols, but here's what's there. (I've used so many reference books for these and they don't match each other either it just is what it is I guess)

Top Circle: (Symbols unavailable) Triangle: ♀ Planet - Venus | Metals - ♀ Copper, Brass | Zodiacs - Libra, Taurus Sides: Symbols for crystal and lapis lazuli (Divine specific) Bottom Circle: (Symbols unavailable) Triangle: ♂ Planet - Mars | Metal - ♂ Iron, Brass | Zodiacs - Aries, Scorpio Sides: ☾ Moon | Metal - ☾ Silver | Zodiac - Cancer Steel - Saturn | Metals - ♄ Lead, ♂ Iron, Steel | Zodiacs - Capricorn, Aquarius (steel is Divine specific) Right Circle: (symbols unavailable) Sides: Planet - Sun | Metals - ⊙ Gold, Brass | Zodiac - Leo

I was also able to place the alchemy symbols a bit neater this time because I didn't have odd numbers of them like in the Algolian Seal spell. The circles with the points in the outer circles represent wax, there is also a wick symbol in each of them as well as different things to dress the candles with such as oil, herbs, and fumes.

Sorry its not quite as in depth as the Algolian Seal inspired one, since its more religious sided I figured I'd skip the deeper details. Hope it was a fun read and it helps if u wanna build magic circles one day or something :3

[endlesssummerslaycation]

Creating a blog for my next Conquest run!

Hello! My name's Estella, and I've been super into Fire Emblem Fates, specifically Conquest, for a little over half a year, maybe 8 months at this point! I've been playing for 5 months, getting a physical copy of the game back in late December! I'm currently on the tail end of my third run, and since installing the game on Citra, I've wanted to have a place where I can document all of my progress so far! Odds are nobody actually sees this, and I'm actually so chill with that. It's free for anybody to view if you're maybe interested in the stuff I'm doing, but overall this is just for me to have a place to have everything documented for future reference! I don't have any data for the first 9 chapters because I decided to do this after completing that, but oh well!

To start off, I guess I wanna get into my pairings and goals for all of my units! Some come from the internet, others come from me, myself, and I!

So, for starters, we obviously have Corrin. I'm going to be using a female Corrin, who has the same name as me! She has a Magic boon and Luck bane (kind of my go-to), and she also has a Dragon Talent. Not only will Malig Knight be her final class, but I also want her to pass Malig Knight down to her husband.

Corrin's husband is going to be Leo. Leo's just the one I would personally marry if I had the choice, regardless of stats or story relevance, and for my ultimate Support Bot Forrest, you need Leo to marry Corrin instead of Beruka. He's obviously going to be a Malig Knight in the end, as I mentioned! Not only does it give him Trample, but flight is really useful for the last few chapters of the game and I want him to be stable in the late game. His A+ friendship will be with Odin for Vantage and Life and Death. Basically, Leo will be a Vantage tank Sorcerer on a wyvern. I did this on my last run and really loved it.

Elise will be our first Heart Seal use (I know, revolutionary). She'll follow the typical Malig Knight formula for herself, being a glass cannon mage on a wyvern. And, once again, revolutionary, she's marrying Odin for the Ophelia stats (I LIKE THE SUPPORTS TOO, OKAY?)

Odin is NOT going to be the user of our second Heart Seal, I actually don't know who I'm going to give it to yet. But basically, here are my Heart Seal plans: Elise, Odin (later on), Beruka, Corrin, and Keaton. I might wait until after Chapter 10 and then reclass Beruka

Yeah, while we're at it, let's talk about Beruka, and by extension Camilla. A thing I frequently see in Fates pairing discussion is that Camilla/Keaton is a game-breaking support that you absolutely have to do, not only for Fighter access and pair up bonuses, but also to make Velouria powerful. And um... I have always found Camilla to be absolutely trivial in gameplay, regardless of who she's marrying. And Velouria is also often considered to be one of the best child units, making it feel a little bit like overkill (TO ME) to do the pairing. I also just genuinely despise the Camilla/Keaton support line, it feels like they were trying to be funny but it came across as excessively horny instead, and Camilla isn't even happy at the end, she just seems pissed. Anyways, rant is over!

To continue on with Camilla (and Beruka), I want to make Beruka Camilla's designated pair up bot. Since Camilla will be marrying Niles, he doesn't exactly make the best backpack for her. In a lot of situations, he's great because he provides her with speed and movement, which are excellent. But he doesn't give her strength, which is sometimes annoying. Luckily, we have the perfect A support for Camilla in Beruka! Beruka will not only give Camilla the Fighter line through a fast support, (with the way I'm playing, they should have A support with each other by Chapter 14, AKA the chapter Keaton joins, already making this a superior way to give Camilla Axefaire/Sol), but Beruka is providing 5 strength and 3 speed to Camilla with an A support, as well as some skill and defense. Losing out on 2 or 3 strength points might look iffy, but honestly, we can easily rectify this with a Strength/Speed meal, which is so easy to do. I also PLAN to end her in Wyvern Lord, but we'll see how that goes.

Meanwhile, for Niles, he's obviously marrying Camilla, and is playing his wonderful role of being a bow user in this game. I honestly like to keep Niles on the team regardless of whether or not he's actually good, just because he's got some really great crit lines and support lines that make me laugh everytime I hear them. I also came up with the possible idea of using him for rallies. He's not going to be my only "rally bot", but he'll be able to utilize both Rally Skill AND Rally Defense through his class tree. He's already got some support with Arthur (I've been mindlessly letting them get support points), so I could even give him Rally Strength if I do so wish.

I can't not use Selena. She's one of my favorite FE characters. And I also can't not put her with Laslow! Yes, she doesn't exactly GET anything from it, but Laslow does get something from it! She's gonna end up being a Wyvern Lord through a Beruka/Camilla friendship (whichever one happens first!), and I want her to have some time in Hero as well.

For Laslow, he'll be another one of our Rally Bots! I want him to get the classic Strength/Speed/Skill set with a Selena marriage and Keaton friendship. Not much else to say there!

For Xander, he for some reason doesn't have a fast support with Laslow, meaning it's pointless to not just give him the Charlotte marriage for Sol access. I'm torn between keeping him in Paladin or making him either a Hero or Wyvern Lord. Once again, stay tuned!

I REALLY want to try and make Charlotte good this run. I always just make her Xander's backpack, but I feel like she deserves more than that, no? So, I'm going to possibly try to give her a Beruka friendship and give her Wyvern access. MAYBE. With the way I'm playing the game out, I'm planning on having a whole Paralogue chain after Chapter 16 (possibly after 18 but idk), and they'll have plenty of time to build that rank up. She'll stay a Berserker, but stuff like Strength +2 would be nice. If Charlotte gave Troubadour access to Beruka, I would easily just marry Beruka to Leo, but unfortunately the game doesn't want that.

Yeah, let's talk about Forrest! He might not be the BEST child for Corrin to have, but he will always be my designated staff bot! What I'm trying to do this run is get Leo to pass down Rally Defense and for Corrin to pass down Demoiselle through an Elise A support (which I basically already have, it's so painfully easy to do). That makes it so that Forrest can promote to Strategist and never have to switch his class to anything else. That'll be really nice in the late game when everybody else is trying to get other skills. I tried to give him either Amaterasu (through a Shigure A support) or Malefic Aura, but it's honestly pointless to put him out of a staff class.

Soleil and Ophelia are just the Zoran Chapter 25 cheese strat. That's all I want them to be. Ophelia's got the 'ol Vantage Sorc build, and Soleil is a Sol Master Ninja. Nothing to report, go watch "Soleil, Reaper of Souls" and "The Ophelization of Conquest" for context. I might be marrying Ophelia to Percy though, since they both come in super early and Trample will be beneficial to her.

Midori is my little money bot! Her mother will be Azura, who's gonna pass down Luck +4! Probably not her BEST mother in terms of luck growth, but I just really like the Azura/Kaze supports, I think it makes a lot of sense for Azura to be Midori's mother, and it gets the job done well enough. In Merchant, she DOES cap out her luck at 40, but with tonics and pair ups (even managing to snag an Anna's Bow), she'll be getting up to 56 luck. That's crazy.

Next up is one of my favorite kids, Nina! What I really like about Camilla being her mom is that (not only does it makes so much sense), but she becomes a really good mixed unit! She can utilize both the Shining Bow and regular bows, and she also does well in Wyvern classes as a mini Camilla if you wish to go that route! For me, I'm keeping her in Adventurer. In my last run, I attempted to give her all 5 Breaker skills. We're not doing that this run. We're keeping her as a normal unit haha.

And finally, we have Velouria, who's gonna be the daughter of Keaton and Peri. I'm a salty, petty person, and I want to prove that Velouria can still be an insane unit without Charlotte or Camilla as her mom. So I'm doing Peri, because I've never seen anybody make a Peri!Velouria (probably for good reason). She has damage stacks via Elbow Room and Odd Shaped, she can even go into Berserker as her end class and grab Axefaire. Idk I've never trained Velouria before, so I think we'll just go off vibes, okay?

I'm gonna make a list of all the skill sets momentarily! I would prefer it, if anybody sees this, that nobody comments under this and goes "well actually, this pairing would be better". If you have suggestions for skill sets, that's absolutely welcome! But I am somebody that likes to believe that even if your chosen pairing isn't the "optimal" pairing, it can still be good in-game. I also don't want to rely on proc skills for this run, I typically don't. I love the flashy crit animations, but I would rather play it safe and not get a unit accidentally killed because Xander procced Luna on the wrong enemy or something. The only one I will be using is Sol, because it doesn't increase your damage output, just gives you more health.

[bi-het-guilty-pleasures]

Alright --- we each have our own opinions about everything that there be opinions about, and in the case of My Not being attracted to trannies aside, I do have the following to add to the acceptance that 'it takes all kinds', and, it will most-likely piss you off (or, gross you out), but, I'm gonna write it down here ANYway.

Ready?

Hold onto your balls......

Clint Eastwood, Charles Bronson, Richard Simmons .... and yours truly, and YOU (if you're a fella), are transsexuals ..... 'naturally'.

If you agree that you've got to build a wall before you can paint it, then you'll understand the biological equivalent, that: when conceived, there is either a male or a female chromostone (yes, I watched All In The Family, so I know all about Hermones and Hismones) involved, but it is useless until either the 3rd or 6th week ... after that, it goes to work on the blank (or wall). If it's female, it simply moves things forward. But, if it's male, well, all hell breaks loose. ** this is where you might want to look away:

The 'blank' is female.

The ovaries descend to become testicles

The clitoris and connected-to-form-a-wishbone-shape erectile tissue on either side of the vulva transforms into a penis

The vulva itself (or lips) fuse together to make the scrotum --- ever wonder where that long (long long / long long long / NO FAIR HOW FUCKING KINGKONG LONG) scar/line from your pisshole to your butthole came from?

All baby boys are NATURALLY transgendered.

Puberty seals it with a second transformation - until then, both sexes have their center of gravity/balance in our hips, but for us males-of-the-species, it then leaves, passes GO, and lands in our shoulders, whereas for girls maturing into women, it remains where it is.

I think, the above is why females are referred to as 'the weaker sex', as us males go to the moon and back, where females do nuthin' -- they just sit at home all day eating chocolates (which, sounds pretty good to Me).

Trannies may still freak Me out, but it isn't that they've nipped-and-tucked themselves — it's because I am ME. There are film genres I don't like. There are some types gay men out there that I either can't stand or they freak Me out. I've also been afraid of heights, and freaked out about seeing a doctor, and spiders used to terrify Me. Oh, and I used to be squeamish about hurting others guys' nuts --- thankfully, I grew out of that phase.

It's perfectly normal and acceptable that you have an opinion -- the problem, is when you force those opinions' barriers on others. I gave you the choice to sign-off from the first, and I've simply stated a biological fact that most of us already knew, even if most of us never put the 2'&'2 of that knowledge together before. Hopefully this rant doesn't come across as self-righteous.

End Of Line (Tron)

[jaderimehardt]

Printful Product Samples Pt1

Hello! o/

Today I bring to you the Printful Product Samples, Part 1, that I previously promised I'd write on my official wordpress blog. I'm basically copying over the exact post because social media being what it is- it's just good to have things on multiple platforms for visibility.

Trust me though, if you're interested in Printful products- this post will not disappoint 😊

Sizing!

At first, when it comes to ordering these products off of an Etsy shop who Partner's with Printful, it might be confusing what size to get because the sizing sheet they automatically provide is a little... well it's not like other sizing guides. Making it a bit of a guessing game.

They want you to grab a piece of clothing you already own, lay it out, measure it, and then half that measurement, use that size in the measuring chart to determine what to order. I don't even fully grasp this way of coming to a conclusive size because none of the numbers I was getting matched anything in the chart despite how straight forward that seems.

I went searching through the internet to find an alternative sizing guide for everything to basically come to the conclusion that whatever you typically wear- go with that. True to size (unisex clothing).

So, in my case, the safe sizes I usually wear are Small up top, and Medium on bottom. That's what I ordered and these sizes worked perfectly for me in Unisex items. When it comes to male/female specific clothes... 🤷🏻‍♀️. May have to refer to charts again and do some more internet searching.

Some people with Printful as their Partner have figured out the sizing and have made alternative sizing sheets to put in their shop. This is smart and I'll probably look into doing this into the future if I can find out where they've got this information. But until then I have the default sheets and I hope other people can make sense of it where I couldn't. (I do have a neuro disorder so 🤷🏻‍♀️ I'm just going to conveniently blame it on that, lol)

Quality!

I am so impressed with the quality of these items, that I am in awe. If I were comparing this to RedBubble, it'd be like comparing a 1-ply paper napkin (RedBubble) to a handstitched cloth napkin you typically find when you go out to dinner at a fancy steak house (Printful). The worlds are so far apart, it's crazy. You are most definitely getting what you are paying for and I'm not just saying this because Printful is now my partner.

If I were to buy another jacket with my Octopus designs on it again, I'd 100% go back to Printful for it, getting paid for it or not. In fact I bought all of these out of pocket, I'm not getting anything for this post (sans the items I paid for with my own money).

I did have to color correct most of these images because it's raining outside and the pictures I took downstairs were gloomy and offset by our yellow indoor lighting. And then when I brought the clothing upstairs, my room walls are super red-red and again, offset with yellow lighting. I tried to color-correct to the true-blue that everything truly is.

There are only like, three pictures I didn't touch, and you'll notice them. They're more on the teal side because my phone cannot pick up the true-blue, but the blue is gorgeous. I couldn't get the aquamarine-color in the octopuses arms to show much in these pics, but it is what it is 🫠

This is how they arrived, inside another thick plastic bag. I thought they'd be in a box but at the very least they were sealed in plastic (within more plastic) so they couldn't be penetrated or damaged by rain.

This is my Magus Adventurer Octopus Bomber Jacket - Unisex. Almost all clothing in my shop is going to be Unisex. That's a personal preference of clothing for myself and I feel it's more convenient to post items this way. It's also more equal/fair.

The fabric on this is lightweight, but the stitching is fantastic, as with all of the clothing pieces I got. If you're looking for something to keep you warm, this wouldn't be it, but this is a nice wind breaker and fashion statement.

These photos in particular (are the ones I didn't fix the colors on but the colors are not accurate none-the-less), but they're also very important to show because look at my designs. They're literally printed as the fabric. They're not printed on top of the fabric.

This is very important because that means over time they will not wash away over so many washes, and peel off. Thus extending the life of these pieces of clothing. 💝💙💓

Glowing Galaxy Octopus Legging. Leggings might be one of the few exceptions to my 'unisex' clothing thing, lol. I mean... if you want em, there's nothing holding you back. It just doesn't say 'unisex' in the description anywhere 🤷🏻‍♀️

I want leggings because, again, this a preference in my clothing style - something I wear often. I feel they're versatile, comfortable, have a long shelf life, and they're worth your money if you invest in them. They're also great if you live somewhere really hot and you don't always feel like wearing shorts (says the person who lives in Cali where it's almost always 80-110 degrees).

Again the quality is above what I expected and the stitching is amazing.

(You can see my TekuTiger Logo here 🥰. Fun fact: I'm trying to fit this into all of my clothing.)

Glowing Galaxy Octopus Wide-leg Pants. These are so baggy and the fabric has weight to it, I love them~ 💙

You can never go wrong with a good pair of baggy pants or PJ bottoms. Something like this is what I lounge around in all day when I'm staying in. I'm an introvert so that happens more often than the average person 😅

I know I've said it already but I cannot get over the quality of this fabric. Maybe I'm just not used to high quality fabric, but I've bought many things from Victoria's Secret, for example (yeah I'm one of those girls) and this even beats out VS.

No more VS for me, it's Printful all the way after this.

(My TekuTiger logo is hidden in the pocket on these pants)

This is the bomber jacket again. You can't see it in any of the pictures I've shown, but my TekuTiger Logo is on the bottom hip cuff on the inside.

I think it's cute how I have the option to add my own logo and it's totally hidden from view. If you ever forget my name or where you've gotten my stuff, you can just find my logo again by looking at the clothing article and search me up online again!

I only bought three things this time, but I would like to get more in the future. Most especially some stickers. I need to design more things too. My mind is going 100-thoughts per second, lol.

I'm just incredibly blown away 🤯. Why don't more people use Printful? Is it just lack of knowledge of their products? 🤔 Because these are amazing.

(Last but not least, My shop link: https://tekutiger.etsy.com)

[yvesdot]

August 21-31. If I can just finish August and September and October today, I can reasonably end Dracula Daily on time with everyone else tomorrow...

2023 EDIT: LOL.

AUGUST 21

A shame my return to commentary is marked by this passage specifically. I just don't have much to say about Drac's receipt.

AUGUST 23

Just to remind everyone of what exactly I'm offering with this commentary, I'd like to take this moment to note another Victorian who referenced (Benjamin) Disraeli in his work: Lewis Carroll, whose text of Alice in Wonderland might reference Disraeli and accompanying artwork (by John Tenniel) almost certainly does. I'm no good study of historical politics nor even Alice; this is just something I've seen batted around to the point that I can't see the name "Disraeli" without thinking "Hatter."

To completely change topic, I'm curious about the bat symbolism throughout vampire lore. I know much of it is for the simple reason of nocturnality and bloodsucking, but somehow I feel as if there's so much more to pull from the animal metaphor than I have now. As always, beep me if you've got something!

AUGUST 24

Nurse follows HIPAA law rather than tell Mina that her husband has been talking about strange and fearsome women in the night. Based!

The wedding ring used to seal the horrors away... marriage abolishers would have a field day with this. Heck, the way Mina says she must stop writing to her friend because she must attend to Her Husband... the gears are racing in my mind. I apologize for not having much more substantive material to offer here, but it's all gears as of right now.

AUGUST 24 (LATE EDITION)

*No late edition this year (2023)! I'm working off the old segmentings, so I can catch up with the original missives.

I know there are more charitable readings, but it strikes me again and again how insistent Stoker is on Lucy's lack of knowledge of her own condition. This returns with Mina, too, so that the men have to not only treat but diagnose the concern, which is far from coincidental, in my opinion. Women don't know what's wrong with them-- even that something is wrong with them-- until men point it out, so therefore it is the solemn duty of men to always and forever be pointing out the problems of these perpetually malaised women. Ugh!

AUGUST 25

AUGUST 30

It's funny the way this could read as pregnancy in another context-- I wonder if that was purposeful, and whether it would've crossed people's minds at the time. We did just get Lucy's distress at not being able to romance more than one man...

AUGUST 31

One thing about men is they will just not tell women any information because their stupid weak hearts would explode if they heard. Lucy can't know about her mother; her mother can't know about Lucy; good thing Arthur Holmwood is there to carry all these giant important facts in his brain or else everyone involved would surely perish.

You can see why I have little patience for this book.

General thoughts:

I haven't read much vampstuff as of late, or I would tell you about it here. I have a lot of different things I'm excited about and a good deal of recommendations since I began my commentary, but the only thing I've actually read between our last Dracula-related communication and this one is this article on how Dracula's appearance specifically comes from eugenicist ideas of what criminals look like. The linked article is horrifically uncritical of the theory, and even less interested in interrogating why the (white, Christian, crucially abstinent) vampires of Twilight are described another way. Well, there you are, I suppose; the state of vampire discourse in this world-- not to claim that I can do any better.

I am also disappointed (but not surprised?) to find that people are now reading Dracula as an abusive relationship story. To me this is like reading it as a story about the dangers of female independence-- you're playing right into Stoker's poorly writing hands. I mean, seriously, people; you see a racialized caricature sexually preying on women and you take it at face value? Just read Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson for the love of God.

And with that endorsement for a genuinely good book, our 2023 DracDaily annotations are on the road! Pop back in weekly for more thoughts from me ^__^ Thanks much to everyone who requested their return!

Alright fine after FOUR PEOPLE asked me about Dracula Daily I will in fact be participating if only to satisfy the masses. Instead of memes I am going to be talking about what’s going on subtextually and my varied vampire-as-metaphor thoughts. Also, I really do not like Dracula. Alright? Alright. See reblogs for later additions.

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[armed-saphire]

Descriptions from the MGS3 voice casting sheet: (there are a few grammatical/spelling errors, I'm assuming because it's translated from Japanese.) (also lots of spoilers ahead)

Snake-

Male, 30s, Standard English. His real name is Jack. Naked Snake is the code name he uses in the VR Missions and during Snake Eater operations. He will later be given the name, Big Boss, and is the Big Boss of the future. 6'5" high, and his physical constitution are thick like 'Schwarzenegger'. He has more of an "all mighty", tough fighting style. He is a persistent, highly independant hero. FOX (Force Operations X), the special forces team that Snake serves with in MGS3, will eventually become the unique special forces team, "FOX-HOUND", formed at the end of the 20th century for solo infiltration and destruction.

The Boss-

Female, 40s, slightly British accent. A British American female. Real name is unknown. The code name she uses in the U.S. is The Boss. She serves in FOX's VR Missions. She gives support via radio transmission during the VR Missions. Her age is unknown but she is a gorgeous female soldier somewhere in her 40s and single. She is mother of Ocelot. She had experienced the world war. She was involved with the British SAS, the American Green Beret and SEALs, and sits high on the list of each country's special-forces legendary soldiers lists. She is currently proposing the establishment of a new special force unit. She is Snake's mentor, and the only woman that Snake loves.

EVA-

Female, late 20s, standard English. Eva is a spy and Snake's supporting mole. Infiltrating the KGB, she acts as Sokolov's lover under the name Tatyana (nick name, Tanya). She is also romantically involved with Snake, but he doesn't know about her double identity (Tatyana and Eva). Eva is using Khrushchev in support of Snake. She is an ex-NSA code analyst, an American sexy blonde type super glamour chick. As Sokolov's helper (and lover), she infiltrates the GRU, where she also becomes the Major's lover. Actually, during MGS3, while working as a spy for China she falls for Snake while working together. She is a very wicked, fox-like woman, but likeable.

Major Zero-

Male, 50's, British accent. Real name is David Oh. In "FOX" he's known as Major Zero. He will be referred to as Major Tom in the VR Missions, but his code name, Major Zero, will be used during the main story. He offers intelligence support to Snake via radio transmission during missions. He belongs to the CIA bureau of classified planning, and is the commanding officer of "FOX". Major Tom is British, an English gentleman. He is in his 50's and single. Aiming to create a task force of absolute secrecy to collect intelligence during the Cold War period, he organized "FOX". Major Tom has a British accent.

Thunderbolt-

Male, 50s, standard English. He is the colonel/major of the GRU. His code name is Thunderbolt, real name Ephgeny Borisovich Volgen. He plays MGS3's villain role. He is a giant at over 6'7" tall. He is kind of a torture freak. Inheriting a fortune from the Assembly (his dead father's money laundering business was handed over), he builds an enormous base in Glasnigrad. Bringing in The Boss's group and the Brezhnev military faction, he seeks ultimate political power. A man of broad tastes, he keeps two lovers, one of them Lieutenant Raikov, the other Eve. He is the strategic operations commander of the enemy. He is an ex-boxing champion.

Ocelot-

Male, high teens, standard English. He is Snake's old enemy and biggest rival. He has an incredibly handsome appearance, and is, in a word, cool. He is a pure, likeable young man. As a teenager under Major Volgen, he commanded the elite force. Ocelot, son of a legendary hero and was raised to be an elite. First encounters Snake in the VR Missions, he was put to shame in front of his subordinates. He hopes and hunts for a chance to someday get even with Snake. Even after that, Snake always seemed to be one step ahead of him. In awe of always being outdone, Ocelot comes to respect and hold deep affection for Snake.

Ivan Raidenovitch Raikov-

Male, 20s, standard English. Ivan is a young GRU Lieutenant. An elite in the power hierarchy, he is next in line behind the Major, and also the Major's lover. In his 20s.

Paramedic-

Female, mid-20s, standard English, raised in Eastern part of US. A Caucasian female who handles Snake's medical care via radio transmission. She is in her mid-20s, divorced. She is a "FOX" support member. She has a full, round look to her, and a motherly feel.

Mr Sigint-

Male, mid-20s, African American accent. He is a Will Smith type, a 21st century young African American male. He is crazy about computers. A supporting member of "FOX", he appears in the main story of MGS3. Mr Sigint keeps tabs on Snake via radio transmission. He explains about historical or visionary weapons and gives advice on how to deal with certain enemies. As a member of the NSA, he is familiar with the most cutting edge electronic reconnaissance technology.

Director Sokolov-

Male, 50s, standard English. He is a Russian scientist and his full name is Nicholas Stepanovich Sokolov. He is the man Snake must recover and escort back. He runs the planning and design department with Khrushchev (KGB) funds. Possessing a tall, emaciated body, he appears to be nervous but diligent. He is the inventor of Shaghad. In fear of his own creation, he hopes to leave Russia. Climbing the Berlin wall to the west side, he finds protection, but in Cuba Missile Crisis related dealings, is brought back to Russia. In the main story he is killed by the Major, Volgen, after making contact with Snake.

Director Glanin-

Male, 60s, standard English. He is another Russian scientist. His full name is Alexander Leonovich Glanin. He is short and fat, with a sly look and way of talking. A member of the Kosygin faction, he works in the Glasnigrad Planning and Design Bureau as a scholar, funded by the GRU. He is the inventor of a two-legged walking machine (the eventual REX). He is crazy about vodka. Troubled with the development of incorporating nuclear powered energy into his two-legged walking machine, he consults his American friend (the father of Otacon). After leaking information to Snake, he is tortured to death by Major Volgen.

The Pain-

Male, 50s, standard English. A surviving member of Cobra. He has the ability to manipulate and command large numbers of bees. He is a giant at over 6'7" tall. He keeps the queen bee in his backpack, using her buzzing sound to guide the other bees. His body is also covered with bees. When they fly, a beehive is left behind, formed in his hand. The beehive can then be thrown like a grenade, exploding into a swarm of bees. The Pain keeps a highly toxic, "bullet bee" inside his body. When he removes his skullcap, the bullet bee is released from his mouth. This bullet bee, much like a real bullet, is fired at high speeds.

The Fear-

Male, 50s, standard English. He is a surviving member of Cobra. His real name is unknown. His arms and legs are considerably longer than a normal person's, and he climbs trees much the same way that a spider would (he can pop his limbs out of joint and bend them backwards). Using rope he can rapidly travel through the forest and between trees. He is indeed a spider man. He has a long, insect-like tongue (forked through surgery) and can grab things with it.

The Fury-

Male, 50s, standard English. He is a surviving member of Cobra. His real name is unknown. He wears a black Soviet-made space suit, which serves as a replacement for actual fire prevention gear. He is very skilled with a flamethrower. Like The Boss, he has experience going into space as an astronaut, but suffered full body burns when traveling through the atmosphere. He can no longer feel pain, and does not talk much at all. He lives to create angry, wicked fire. Removing his helmet reveals a burn-distorted face.

The Sorrow-

Male, 50s, standard English. He is an ex-member of Cobra, already dead. He was romantically involved with The Boss, and the father of Ocelot. In battle together with The Boss, he lost his own life to save hers, and his corpse still rests below a suspension bridge in Cherno Yarsuki. He becomes an ally of Snake. Since he is a ghost, he does not speak outside of the boss battle. He gives off a sense of intelligence and the feeling of a philosopher. His personality is dry and serious. He is unarmed and very weak when it comes to combat. He can use his spiritual mental power to communicate, and has the ability to summon the dead.

The End-

Male, 100 yrs old, standard English. A surviving member of Cobra with a code name (The End) that implies the meaning "demise". His real name is unknown. He is the oldest member of Cobra and taught The Boss everything about sniping. This legendary sniper was born in the 1860's, he will soon be more than 100 years old. He is the founder of all modern day sniping techniques, from stalking and ambushing, to general know-how. With lichen living parasitically in his body, he is a living miracle. Through the photosynthetic properties of the moss living in his body, he can survive without eating or drinking anything.

There are some additional ones that I felt didn't need to be included in this post but if you want to read them all of the descriptions are here.

[catholic-character-tournament]

Round 3 - Catholic Character Tournament

Propaganda below ⬇️

Gabriel

Well he's an angel so I'm taking him being catholic as canon. There are a lot of themes in the game that point to catholisism specifically.

He's so fucking funny. he listens to nine inch nails and quotes one of the songs in a fight basically "fight me like an animal". he and v1 kind of have this yuri thing going on. he has an official bodypillow. hes a metaphor for being excommunicated and no one gets him like me and my friends do

The *true* Catholic experience is leaving the church and having a gay awakening, ask anyone

its debatable if Gabriel truly believes he's "the one true savior" or is mocking the idea of it

ok im actually gonna write some gabe propaganda bc despite what you may expect from a game called ULTRAKILL theres a lot to be said about his character and how catholicism is represented

Gabriel is a genuinely caring person who struggles to square his desire to help people with his duty as an archangel. He's the only one in Heaven trying to make things better for those in Hell, but his faith is used to manipulate him into committing atrocities against the people he used to protect (see the "TRAITOR" mural in 4-2)

he only realizes his mistakes after losing everything and being sentenced to death, but he still decides with only a little time remaining to try and make things right. for the sake of spoilers i will just say that the measures he takes are... extremely drastic and very enjoyable. i just really like the idea that even facing the end of all living things, no matter how steep your crimes, it is never too late to fix your mistakes. you are never unworthy forgiveness.

hes also SO FUCKING GAY for this dumb little robot. it mauled him so hard he tasted his own blood and he fell in love right there. theres no way this guy has a normal healthy relationship to pain he is soooooooooo fucked. i love him. please vote for Gabriel "patron saint of gay lapsed catholics" Ultrakill !!!!!!!!

Shadow

In sonic destruction (the AI generated fan thing snapcube made a while ago) shadow was catholic or something which I think is reallyyyyyyy funny

Ok listen. I know this is a stretch but hear me out. He says “oh my God” in the Twitter takeovers so we know this is a possibility. I see him as a Christ-like figure because I saw his whole confrontation with Mephiles and was like “this is a thing that happened in the Bible??” and the pose Mephiles shows him in is literally like a crucifixion and Mephiles is meant to be a demon / false prophet reference. And also he’s called a demon in Shadow The Hedgehog 2005 then the guy who calls him that is like “I was wrong I’m sorry” and that also reminds me of a thing with Jesus in The Bible. But the biggest reason is his whole thing with Maria cause I think he’d come to earth and hear Ave Maria once and convert to Catholicism idk he’s like we’re comforted by a female familial figure named Mary sometimes called Maria?? And her color is blue????? Heck yeah I’m in because I Will Cry. Also feel free to share this as propaganda obv even if he doesn’t get in the bracket just. It’s funny.

I feel like he’d battle a lot with being seen or portrayed as a demon and how the aliens he’s related to very much look and act like demons idk lmao- and also I feel like confession would just be good for him I think he needs it for his mental health

There is a debate on the lovely website tunblr that Shadow T. Hedgehog is an allegory for Jesus Christ.

He is Jesus, idk what to tell you. He lived, he was sealed away, he was awakened again and deemed the ultimate lifeforms, he’s angry but not evil, does what he believes is best for people and the world at any given time. Total loser.

[sisterofsomeone]

SisterofSomeone's Masterlist!

Hiya! I'm SisterofSomeone, otherwise known as Caitlin. I'm 24 and am slowly coming back to into the world of fanfiction writing. So here is my very barebones masterlist, and some little insights into some fics I have planned, enjoy! If you would like to be added to my tag list just send me a message or comment on here, I’d be more than happy to add you 🥹💜

Just as a little warning, I won't write: full non-con (cnc and dub-con are allowed), minors, excessive gore, full incest (e.g. brother x sister, but step brother x step sister is cool with me), pregnancy scares/unplanned pregnancy, more may be added as I think of them and I always hold the right to not answer/write for whatever reason I want :)

Seventeen

Choi Seungcheol

WIP: Seeing You After All This Time - Summary: Seungcheol, that gummy smiled, annoying boy you grew up with would always have your heart. Even if it seemed like he didn’t want it anymore.  Warnings: idol!Seungcheol x idol!fem!reader, lovers to exes to lovers, angst, fluff, mentions of depression/insomnia, mentions of self-harm/self-harming behaviour, references to disordered eating, bodyweight comments (but no actual numbers), swearing, established relationship, (more will be added as the series goes on!)

Yoon Jeonghan

WIP: In the Blind Spot - Summary: You’re Seungcheol’s little sister. Innocent and sweet. He’s always said you’re completely off limits to all the boys. You’re 2 years younger than Chan for fucks sake, way too young for any of the rabble. But unbeknownst to him, you’re being hounded by some of his best friends. Just can’t let big brother find out you’re not exactly opposed to spending some ‘one on one’ time with them. Got to get the deed done in his blind spot. Warnings: idol!Chan x fem!reader, idol!Seokmin x fem!reader, idol!Jeonghan x fem!reader, idol!Mingyu x fem!reader, swearing, smut MDNI 18+,

Hong Joshua

WIP: The Three Musketeers - Summary: When the boys are on tour they like to wind down with some good food, good drinks, good music, and good company. So when you’re batting your eyelashes at them in the hotel bar, they know they’re in for a good evening. Warnings: idol!joshua x fem!reader x idol!Seokmin x idol!Jihoon, smut MDNI 18+, unprotected sex, pet names, foursome

Wen Junhui

nothing here yet sadly :(

Kwon Soonyoung

nothing here yet sadly :(

Jeon Wonwoo

Until Death Do Us Part - Summary: On a wedding day in Baldur’s Gate, a marriage is sealed with a sanctified bond. A powerful magic that allows your minds to meld and cannot ever be undone. It is also required to share your darkest secret for the bond to be bestowed. There is a common myth passed around that once, a very long time ago, a woman was tricked into marriage by a demon of sorts and only found out when they wed. Every wedding at that moment the room falls silent, waiting for another scream, another myth making secret to be revealed. You just never thought you would be witness to it. Series Warnings: Wonwoo x fem!reader, slight Seokmin x fem!reader (because I can't help myself), established relationship/situationship, angst, fluff, swearing, drinking, smoking, there are references to end game BG3 and spoilers for the whole game so please proceed with caution! smut MDNI 18+, unprotected sex, pet names (baby girl, pretty girl, princess), oral sex (male and female receiving), breeding kink, slight daddy kink, size kink, reader has a vagina that gets described as a pussy/cunt, slight dub-con for a second then clear consent, (more will be added as the series goes on!)

Lee Jihoon

WIP: The Three Musketeers - Summary: When the boys are on tour they like to wind down with some good food, good drinks, good music, and good company. So when you’re batting your eyelashes at them in the hotel bar, they know they’re in for a good evening. Warnings: idol!joshua x fem!reader x idol!Seokmin x idol!Jihoon, smut MDNI 18+, unprotected sex, pet names, foursome

Lee Seokmin

Self Destruction - Summary: Lee Seokmin. No words could describe your love for him, how your heart raced when he was near. But you two were growing apart, his eyes and hands wandering away from yours. Now you harboured a growing hatred for the man you once loved so dearly, and as much as you wanted it to stop growing, he just kept adding fuel to the fire. Warnings: toxic!Seokmin x toxic!fem!reader, slight Wonwoo x reader, established relationship, lovers to enemies to ???, ANGST!!!, swearing, cheating, smut MDNI 18+, unprotected sex, pet names (baby girl, pretty girl), oral sex (male receiving)

WIP: Friendzoned - Summary: Warnings:

WIP: The Three Musketeers - Summary: When the boys are on tour they like to wind down with some good food, good drinks, good music, and good company. So when you’re batting your eyelashes at them in the hotel bar, they know they’re in for a good evening. Warnings: idol!joshua x fem!reader x idol!Seokmin x idol!Jihoon, smut MDNI 18+, unprotected sex, pet names, foursome

WIP: In the Blind Spot - Summary: You’re Seungcheol’s little sister. Innocent and sweet. He’s always said you’re completely off limits to all the boys. You’re 2 years younger than Chan for fucks sake, way too young for any of the rabble. But unbeknownst to him, you’re being hounded by some of his best friends. Just can’t let big brother find out you’re not exactly opposed to spending some ‘one on one’ time with them. Got to get the deed done in his blind spot. Warnings: idol!Chan x fem!reader, idol!Seokmin x fem!reader, idol!Jeonghan x fem!reader, idol!Mingyu x fem!reader, swearing, smut MDNI 18+,

Kim Mingyu

WIP: In the Blind Spot - Summary: You’re Seungcheol’s little sister. Innocent and sweet. He’s always said you’re completely off limits to all the boys. You’re 2 years younger than Chan for fucks sake, way too young for any of the rabble. But unbeknownst to him, you’re being hounded by some of his best friends. Just can’t let big brother find out you’re not exactly opposed to spending some ‘one on one’ time with them. Got to get the deed done in his blind spot. Warnings: idol!Chan x fem!reader, idol!Seokmin x fem!reader, idol!Jeonghan x fem!reader, idol!Mingyu x fem!reader, swearing, smut MDNI 18+,

Xu Minghao

nothing here yet sadly :(

Boo Seungkwan

nothing here yet sadly :(

Chwe Vernon

WIP: Secret Player Two - Summary: You’re enjoying a solo, quiet night in while your boyfriend is away at Milan fashion week by playing your new favourite video game when there's a knock at the door. When you invite Vernon in to chill with you, you never imagined the effect a video game sex scene might have on your, well, frustrated new player two. Warnings: idol!Vernon x idol!fem!reader, swearing, cheating, smut MDNI 18+,

Lee Chan

WIP: In the Blind Spot - Summary: You’re Seungcheol’s little sister. Innocent and sweet. He’s always said you’re completely off limits to all the boys. You’re 2 years younger than Chan for fucks sake, way too young for any of the rabble. But unbeknownst to him, you’re being hounded by some of his best friends. Just can’t let big brother find out you’re not exactly opposed to spending some ‘one on one’ time with them. Got to get the deed done in his blind spot. Warnings: idol!Chan x fem!reader, idol!Seokmin x fem!reader, idol!Jeonghan x fem!reader, idol!Mingyu x fem!reader, swearing, smut MDNI 18+,

WIP: Friendzoned - Summary: Warnings:

WIP: Little Miss Virgin- Summary: Your best friends Seungkwan and Jeonghan have always taken a weird pleasure in picking on you in front of the other members and watching you blush and panic. But one boozy night at Mingyu and Wonwoo's flat they push you a little too far and tell everyone your most embarrassing secret - you've never been kissed, never been wanted like that. The guys assure you that it's nothing to be ashamed of, "you'll find someone". But across the room a fire lights in Chan's stomach, and he needs to be your first. Warnings: idol!Dino x fem!reader, corruption kink, size kink, swearing, smut MDNI 18+,

Drabbles:

00:58 - chan fucks you in front of the guys

[madara-fate]

I don't mind going off anon but I only use my blog to like stuff. Whatever satisfies you I guess.

"I'm not even gonna bother commenting on what you had to say about my point" What are you even going to say to refute the point I made in the first place? There's literally nothing to say, what I said was fact. Sakura likes Sasuke. Sasuke made it clear in the lava dimension without his yin sealing power it's all hopeless. Sakura acknowledged that. Sasuke asked Naruto throughout the story why he would go so far from him. All manga facts. 

The rundown would take ages to write. But to name a few:

-Accidental kiss (common Shoujo trope) which Sasuke remembers right before he 'died' in the Land of Waves.

-Sasuke's departure at VoTE1 with him looking down at Naruto's face in the rain. It's calls to mind the famous Spiderman Kiss scene, which is actually one of kishi's favorite movies.

-Specific Japanese phrase used for Naruto in reaction to Sasuke saying to fight him, which is actually commonly used for females when they're sexually aroused. No I'm not making this up. Japanese people on on 2chan also picked up on it and thought it was very weird, making comments about Naruto's gayness.

-Naruto proposing that he and Sasuke die together which is in reference to Chikamatsu's plays with romantic double suicide pacts. At a bridge too. Kishi particularly likes Chikamatsu and he has used him in other ways throughout the story.

-VoTE2 having references/similarities with Devilman Crybaby (a popular manga, which is also lgbt).

You think kishi did all this accidentally? You think he didn't know what he was insinuating with all these references to popular works? Come on. He's not stupid he knew what he was doing and many people (Japanese too) picked up on it and talked about it. So with all of this you don't consider ANY OF THESE MOMENTS ROMANTIC? 

Now I know you will mention that you think they were written as siblings because that's just what you do. Because that's what you fall back on, despite the above writing making them very NON-SIBLING like. Who would make two characters that are supposed to be bros kiss on the lips even as a gag? Who would use sexual sound effects for them if they're meant to be brotherly? Who would reference romantic pacts? And that's just the tip of the iceberg. But if you want me to give you a rundown on the whole brother thing I can too. Just let me know. I can humiliate you some more. 

You only use your blog to like stuff, I've heard that one before.

"I'm not even gonna bother commenting on what you had to say about my point" What are you even going to say to refute the point I made in the first place? There's literally nothing to say, what I said was fact. Sakura likes Sasuke. Sasuke made it clear in the lava dimension without his yin sealing power it's all hopeless. Sakura acknowledged that. Sasuke asked Naruto throughout the story why he would go so far from him. All manga facts.

I didn't say that I would refute it, but I was going to justify mentioning it because as you said yourself, - "wondering why she was still so willing to risk so much for his sake, after everything that had transpired" is something that Sasuke asked Naruto on different occasions throughout Shippuden - So obviously that concept was still puzzling to Sasuke, so why wouldn't he be equally puzzled by Sskura's actions when she was essentially doing the same thing? I would have thought that was self explanatory.

-Accidental kiss (common Shoujo trope) which Sasuke remembers right before he 'died' in the Land of Waves.

For the love of god that's not romantic, Naruto and Sasuke were both gagging after that happened because they were both utterly disgusted by what had just transpired:

And as if that wasn't bad enough, when Naruto was reminded of that incident years later, it still caused him to gag, because he is a heterosexual person, and accidentally kissing another male who he was not in love with, caused him to gag, as you'd expect:

I knew you would bring this up and it's so utterly stupid how you people can take this scene, see their disgusted reaction to it, and still somehow force yourselves to see it as romantic. It is the feelings and incentives behind the actions that determine whether or not they're romantic, not the actions themselves. And the fact that Naruto and Sasuke didn't even want to perform that action, further shits on the already ridiculous idea that this accidental kiss was in any way romantic. Goodness gracious the reach is insane. Nice start.

-Sasuke's departure at VoTE1 with him looking down at Naruto's face in the rain. It's calls to mind the famous Spiderman Kiss scene, which is actually one of kishi's favorite movies.

That wasn't romantic, not least because Sasuke didn't even voluntarily get into that position. He experienced a sudden and sharp pain which caused him to drop to his knees and cough up blood. If Sasuke had actually voluntarily gotten into that position, then you'd have a point. Funny how your first two points are taking things that the characters experienced involuntarily, and are twisting that to make it seem like they wanted it to happen, all in order to suit your romantic fantasies, that's not going to work on me.

If you happened to get shot in the arm which caused you to drop to your knees in pain, and you just happened to kneel over someone's unconscious body as a result of that, no one would be calling that romantic. Only the SNS fandom.

-Specific Japanese phrase used for Naruto in reaction to Sasuke saying to fight him, which is actually commonly used for females when they're sexually aroused. No I'm not making this up. Japanese people on on 2chan also picked up on it and thought it was very weird, making comments about Naruto's gayness.

My god the reach. So now not only are you bringing up something as insignificant as phrasing, not only is this apparent phrasing not an ironclad rule but rather only sometimes utilised, not only is this phrasing used for females and you're using this to prove something with regards to male characters, but you're also not providing any links or proof at all... And you think this was a strong point? Wow.

-Naruto proposing that he and Sasuke die together which is in reference to Chikamatsu's plays with romantic double suicide pacts. At a bridge too. Kishi particularly likes Chikamatsu and he has used him in other ways throughout the story.

So you're now explicitly using things that were done in other non-related works of fiction, and trying to somehow use that to prove that they were done in the same context? Can you even prove that "Kishi particularly likes Chikamatsu and he has used him in other ways throughout the story"? Or was that just another example of you making an empty claim with no evidence at all and just expecting me to take your word for it?

-VoTE2 having references/similarities with Devilman Crybaby (a popular manga, which is also lgbt).

Lol, so you're once again using another non-related work of fiction, and trying to use that as evidence of Naruto and Sasuke's apparent gayness. Can you not see how utterly weak your points are? You're not even listing specific things which happened between them and clearly explaining to me how the scene in question was romantic. No, instead you're bringing up other random works of fiction and saying "hey look at this scene from this random and unrelated manga, it has a few scenes similar to what happened to Naruto and Sasuke so they must be gay!". That, is so, weak. So what, are you now gonna tell me that Kishi is apparently also a huge fan of Devilman Crybaby so these apparent similarities were all intentional?

Do you really need me to explain to you what a romantic scene is? Do you really need me to explain to you how to effectively argue a point? Because this isn't it. If I'm going to argue something in a manga, I'm going to use scenes, quotes and themes from that manga, it's as simple as that.

You think kishi did all this accidentally? You think he didn't know what he was insinuating with all these references to popular works? Come on. He's not stupid he knew what he was doing and many people (Japanese too) picked up on it and talked about it. So with all of this you don't consider ANY OF THESE MOMENTS ROMANTIC?

You didn't even prove that any of these references were in any way intentional. You claim how Kishi apparently likes Chikamatsu and he has used him in other ways throughout the story? Well prove it. You claim how Naruto has all these LGBTQ references to Devilman Crybaby? Well prove it.

I have explicitly proven to you how each scene which you actually explicitly referenced, were not romantic, and bear in mind that you only explicitly referenced 3 scenes, so don't go acting like you gave me all these moments when you only gave me three, and none of them were romantic. You spent the rest of your time trying to vaguely compare Naruto to other non-related works of fiction, and using these apparent similarities (which you didn't even prove), to justify your assertions, but that's not going to work.

You don't see me using every manga that heavily features the "Star-crossed Lovers" trope and trying to somehow link that to Sasuke and Sakura's relationship do you? Because that's stupid.

Now I know you will mention that you think they were written as siblings because that's just what you do. Because that's what you fall back on, despite the above writing making them very NON-SIBLING like. Who would make two characters that are supposed to be bros kiss on the lips even as a gag? Who would use sexual sound effects for them if they're meant to be brotherly? Who would reference romantic pacts? And that's just the tip of the iceberg. But if you want me to give you a rundown on the whole brother thing I can too. Just let me know. I can humiliate you some more.

As you can see, not once did I ever mention anything about them having a relationship akin to siblings, because honestly, I didn't need to. Your points were all so utterly weak that highlighting their sibling like relationship wasn't even necessary. And you need to check yourself, because you haven't humiliated anyone here, but you sure as hell have exposed just how feeble your points are, scraping the very bottom of the barrel trying to find something, anything to give SNS all these romantic connotations which don't exist.

Mentioning their accidental kiss which caused them both to gag, so romantic right?

Mentioning Sasuke dropping to his knees in immense pain when he happened to be by Naruto, so romantic right?

Mentioning apparent Japanese phrases which are used for females to justify your point about males, and providing no proof of your claims.

Mentioning Naruto telling Sasuke that they'd both die if they fought again, and trying to link that to some random play which Kishi apparently likes and has used multiple times, while once again providing no proof.

Mentioning how their 2nd fight at the VOTE apparently had all these LGBTQ references to Devilman Crybaby, and once again providing no proof.

And you think you humiliated me? Are you actually serious?

You claim that's just the tip of the iceberg? Then by all means, please do give me another rundown if you can, and I'll also poke holes through those arguments like Swiss cheese, just like I've done here, because the above attempt was absolutely pathetic.

[forbidding-souda]

Here’s something interesting for you.

Kyoko, Mukuro, and Kirumi with a female to male s/o who is the ultimate escapologist.

Kyoko Kirigiri, Mukuro Ikusaba, and Kirumi Toujou with a ftm SHSL Escapologist S/O

i have really good ideas surrounding this. good request. good request.

the kirigiri one is gender neutral btw but the others aren't

also have ya'll seen behind her eyes? the netflix show? because i read the book when it came out (i'm a fucking loser) and i can't believe they made a show out of it and no one told me.

-Mod Souda

Kyoko Kirigiri

❤ She sits across from you, her skirt pulling up, and she crosses her legs, uncomfortable.

❤ You just smile at her. She doesn't return it.

❤ "What do you think?"

❤ You laugh. "What do I think? Are you asking me for help."

❤ Still, she stares at you with a complete uninterest in her eyes. "You don't amuse me with that tone."

❤ "Fine." You rethink the case over again in your head. What's missing? A room with no windows, one door, and yet they escaped?

❤ Plus, your loverbird is clueless enough to ask for your input. Must be important.

❤ Well, if you were in that room, what would you do?

❤ Probably stare at yourself in the mirror for a few minutes. Checking yourself out, wondering if it's two-sided, planning your great escape.

❤ Instinctively, you look up at the ceiling, taking in the sudden sight of the ceiling fans and lamps.

❤ "Did you try the ceilings?"

❤ She doesn't give a reaction. You look back down at her, seeing she has tilted her head to stare up - getting a sense to as to what you were referring to.

❤ "The tiles. You think he went up."

❤ "It's what I would have done. And you know me-"

❤ "-Yes. I do."

❤ And she stands up, pulling her skirt down to her knees, her gloved fingers sliding across the top of the table, going over to you, lightly touching your arm before she makes her way past you.

❤ You smile, fidgeting with the spoon in your cup, "it just seemed so obvious."

❤ She almost never comes to you for help. She is a bit of an elitist - assuming you knew little to nothing about her line of work.

❤ It takes a lot of proving yourself.

❤ But you've managed to sneak into a few crime scenes, popping up out of nowhere, checking the place out and giving your advice.

❤ A lot of you coming up behind officers, snatching the handcuffs from their belts, exclaiming: "really - these are so easy to escape from."

.

Mukuro Ikusaba

❤ It flies past your cheek. You have one foot propped up on the window seal, the other one off the floor. One of your hands is against the wall.

❤ You don't notice it.

❤ Not until it lands between your fingers. Mere centimeters away from taking one off.

❤ "Where are you going?"

❤ It is not even night time, nor the morning, but somewhere in between.

❤ "Home."

❤ Her blue eyes squint. "Do you really need to leave out the window?"

❤ "Yes."

❤ She pauses, biting the inside of your cheek, and you take that opportunity to swing your feet across the seal and plummet down to the ground floor.

❤ Her military training offers a lot of fun.

❤ It also offers a pair of professional hands to help you with, say, injections if you take any.

❤ She had to inject herself to even be allowed in the army. So she's grown good with needles.

❤ There's also a fun game, leaving indents in the wall, of her setting up traps for you - trying to catch you in the act of escaping, or leaving.

.

Kirumi Toujou

❤ If you take injections, it comes with free kisses as well. She is medically fit to give you whatever dose - or testosterone type - if any at all.

❤ She will clean your clothes, often dirty from finding an alternative way out of a room.

❤ She has gotten used to the - turn around and the next thing she knows, you're gone.

❤ Mops and brooms are perfect devices to prop up against things, making it easier to climb and scale up to ceilings.

❤ "This is impossible," she'll whisper under her breath when she had to clean footprints off the walls.

❤ "No -" you'll interrupt "-it is possible, because I've done it many times before, duh."

❤ In fact, no, you haven't, as all your walls are decorated with footprints.

❤ And when she's working as prime minister, you go in behind her agents and bodyguards, picking things out of their pockets when they're not looking, almost wishing they'd handcuff you. The thrill is too addicting.