#and that is the quickest way back to sanity

[rainintheevening]

Good news is after nearly a week of agonizing over whether or not I should write anything other than take my hand, and subsequently not writing anything at all, I both worked on take my hand, and started scribbling those Peter and Edmund scenes I have had floating in my brain for six days. So, productivity!!

[justyelln]

; mydei x fem!reader, take time after the 3.1 quest, not proofread, reader is a chrysos heir— sea nymph blessed by phagousa (inspired by nereids (precisely lady amphitrite) from greek myth), mydei and reader is in a relationship.

i've thought about reader checking for mydeimos's condition after the 3.1 quest. and i missed him SO MUCH that i had to write this. enjoy!

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after mydei left the holy city of okhema, life carried on as usual. except, one thing was missing from her life. her friend, her significant other, her spouse— left for the long battlefield, without knowing if he'll comeback as the same person she knows.

it was then, she decided to do something so.. rash. without a word, she left the holy city of okhema. leaving the chrysos heir left without a proper goodbye, status as 'unknown', leaving her duties behind. she asked for phagousa's protection on her way to castum kremnos, with a bit spark of fortune, she arrived safely.

the ruins of castum kremnos, full of titankins roaming around, more than it used to be. it was natural, since the fallen mad king, nikador's coreflame has been retrieved. she looked around, she has been here— a long time ago. she searched for the quickest route to where she thinks mydei would be.

a quickest route sometimes are not the easiest route, as she had guessed, the titankins there are more than what she saw on the gate. luckily for her, she already prepared herself well despite not being a warrior— and her being a nymph helped her enough.

still, the battle was grueling. by the time she reached the heart of the ruins, exhaustion weighed on her limbs. the titankin were relentless, and her luck finally ran out. one of the titankins string their bow towards her, “fuck!” she cursed, as she tripped before she could even react to it.

that was until firm hands pulled her to a broad chest and crimson red stones pierced through all the titankin in sight.

she barely had time to process what had happened. the warmth of the chest against her back, the firm grip holding her steady—it was familiar, yet different.

slowly, she looked up.

the man standing behind her was unmistakable. it was the face she has longed for— "mydeimos!" a smile written on her face, her palm hesitantly reached out to his face.

mydei pulled her hand to caress his face, his gaze soft as he looked at her. “i'm here.” mydei nuzzled to her neck, inhaling her scent that he nearly forgotten. for a fleeting moment, he felt something return, something he had sacrificed piece by piece on the battlefield. a sliver of sanity, of home.

"why are you here? you're supposed to be in okhema." he asked, his voice gentle as ever— face still burried on her neck, his grip around her waist keeping her close. yet, worry lingers in his tone, it is as if he already imagined what could've happened if he was late just a second.

"i can't leave you alone, do i?" she answered while carefully carresing his head. mydei's eyes slightly widened, then he let out a chuckle. "you're insufferable." he said, raising his head and his hand cupped her cheeks.

"come on now, don't you miss me?"

"more than you know." that answer left her smiling— a smile that he missed, the smile that looks like the ray of sunshine down by kephale.

her appearance infront of him is enough to be a reminder— that everyone, including the love of his life, is waiting for him to comeback.

[snowsinterlude]

😵‍💫 - measuring fantasies.

(coriolanus snow x f. reader)

summary: at every gala, at every party, you could see a cerulean pair of eyes watching you from afar- measuring you, from head to toe. you could say you did the same.

c.w: experienced reader, flirting, creampie, unproctected sex, dom reader, coriolanus crushing on you, songfic, drunk sex, virginity loss (male)

eyes on his, hand on a cup of posca, you could see coriolanus snow from the other side of the hall, trying his best not to look back at you, which seemed to be kind of impossible since you were in such a tight black dress.

you have imagined his hands on your body before- well, c'mon, he's quite big isn't he? of course you're gonna look. of course you're gonna fantasize about his hands on your body, going up and down on your waist. it isn't even difficult to imagine it.

with such a pretty face, seeing him across the room seemed like a joke to the way you wanted to dominate him. make him beg and plead to be inside of your cunt. just the thought of it made you smile, wine lipstick being an invitation for his lips.

"coriolanus," you called. "festus is calling you on the other room"

he arched his brow, but the sight of you in front of him was great- perfect, even.

"where is he?" he asked, finishing the cup of posca- fuck the alcohol, it was his third cup. he needed it. he knew you would be with someone else, he didn’t want to see it. he wanted you to be with him.

"i'll show you, just follow me." you said, and he obeyed you promptly, enchanted by the sight of you, by your smell. mesmerized, truly.

then, you bought him to an empty room, whatever- the gala is being held by your parents. the room was yours to use.

"well, where is he?" he asked again, brow arched. cute, he really thought you have bought him there to talk with his colleague, how innocent.

you turned abruptly to him, finished off your glass of posca the quickest you could, threw it away and thanked heavens for the fur rug on the entire floor of your room. he looked at you, a bit scared, maybe surprised, and you walked to him, closing the door behind him and letting a lipstick stain on his white button-up shirt. you could buy another one for him, fuck it. for now, you needed to show him who was in charge.

"you really thought i would bring you here all alone just for you to talk to festus? you're so cute, love." you said. the alcohol on that glass was starting to hit on your brain, you didn't want to mess things up by calling him for the wrong name.

"i- well, uh-"

"shhh," you started "you know i see you looking at me, you know i look at you. just enjoy it, ok?" you said. then again, you were quite literally pinning him against the wall, closing any chance he could have to pull away from you.

your lipstick was smeared by his lips slamming on yours, his hands on your waist, your hands on his shoulders, then his hands travelled down your body just like you imagined, and again, you smiled against his lips when you felt his hands on your thighs, grabbing them for you to wrap them around his waist.

"you're terrible," he said, kaying you on the bed, getting on top. of course you wouldn't allow it. no man is supposed to be on top of you.

"and why is it?"

"you don't know how much i've been waiting for it. for you." he said, you smiled, kissing the smeared marks of your lipstick on his lips.

"go on. keep talking." you demanded it. it wasn't a question. you needed the answer.

"i dreamed of you. do you know what it is to wake up breathless?" he asked, burying his face on the curvature of your neck, going down to your cleavage.

"uhum. what did i do to you in your dreams?"

"so many things." he said "i questionated my sanity on all of them." he kissed the skin of your boob, pulling the dress down to see your boobs completely.

so desperate. almost starving, maybe.

"yeah, i can imagine." you joked. "guess dreams come true hm?" you kissed the bridge of his nose. "let's see... you don't have a condom now, do you?"

"no."

"you're a virgin aren't you?" he frowned, and kept himself quiet. you didn't need much more than that. you smiled at his sudden quietness, the small pout on his lips was cute. "it's fine, i don't mind."

his heart seemed to beat happily at those words, he almost smiled at it if he didn’t feel so embarassed. then he saw how you were sitting so nicely on top of him- your dress and his pants were the only things keeping you both separated. and god, look at him! he's so cute. looking at you with the hope that you would let him inside. look at him, already getting hard only from the thought of your cunt on him.

and you did let him inside, too anxious to see the faces he would make.

you pulled his dick out of it's confines, and honestly, the question to why he was still a virgin was something that sounded different now. he was big. truly big. and the way his tip teased your clit because of how you grabbed him made you wet, your eyes half closed as you heard the sounds you both were making, the wet sounds of your pussy gushing at the tip of his dick were like music to you, the prettiest orchestra you could listen to was the natural sounds of you teasing his throbbing dick.

he closed his eyes, mouth agape as he let small sounds out of his lips, your scent filling his nostrils and then, when he engulfed your boob into his mouth you were too surprised, so much so that you ended up putting him inside you entirely.

you moaned a bit louder than expected, the way his dick was stretching you up so good felt terribly good- what's the name of this? balls deep? yeah, he was pretty much deep inside you.

he bit your nipple quietly, gently, sucking on it so good you thought of your nipple as a candy for him to be so eager.

so hungry, and for you! god, he was perfect. the most perfect boy you fucked until now.

you didn't care about the sounds you were making, the music outside was too loud, the talks too, and your room is soundproof. fuck it. make it a gift to him.

you ride him graciously, like you were used to it- to his size. "fuck- i didn't thought you would be so big!" you said. ah, you knew just what to say to those boys. but to him? it was different. it was true, everything you told him while riding him was true.

he was the only one you allowed to fuck you rightfully, his hands on your waist, guiding your moves up and down, back and forth all while his teeth was nibbling on your nipples and your neck.

your moans became louder, you melted and mewled at every thrust he gave upwards you, his hands grabbing you so tightly, his fingers still buried on your meat, on your ass, manhandling you. you felt like going crazy.

"you're so tight- fuck, 'should've fucked you before." he moaned, trying his very best not to cum too quick. you could notice how he was controlong himself not to. he was a virgin, after all. until twenty minutes ago he haven't had his first kiss-

and then there was you. beautiful, experienced, perfect you. collecting boys as a way to cope with the boredom. and him, right under you, who was awkward enough to think you called him to talk with someone else in a empty room. truly, how cute.

with this thought in mind, he came. feeling humiliated, he hid his face in the curvature of your neck. "sorry." he said, and you smiled.

"it's fine, baby. just keep going. i'm sure you can do it." you said, and he nodded obediently, thrusting slowly into your core. sensitive, but eager. he kept going inside you even if you knew he was still trying ti hold back from cumming again.

you smiled at him, the view was just too lovely, closed shut eyes, your mouth opened up to let out a moan. there was something truly erotic in the way he kissed your shoulder, closing his eyes while thrusting inside you.

when you came, you felt like you were in heaven, your legs crossed on his waist, your nails scratching the back of his broad shoulders, your eyes closed shut- and him, throbbing inside you, his eyes couldn't seem to leave you, and he loved how you were tightening around him, so warm and gummy.

he took his dick out of you, watching how your cum and his leaked down your legs. it was the prettiest sight he have ever seen. "sorry- i shouldn't have cummed inside."

" don't worry. i liked it." you said, kissing his temple.

you watched as he closed his eyes. he adjusted his shirt and pants, helped you in doing so again.

then again, after all of this, every party, gala, whatever occasion you both would meet up he was there, measuring you, looking you up and down and minutes later he was learning a new thing with you. still, his favorites were always in his dreams, when you would do all the shameful things he was afraid to tell you.

like when you would slap him in his dreams and call him a slut. he would always wake up too embarassed to how hard his dick would be.

but that's for another time. right now, he was too occupied eating you out.

[cynthia39100]

Merlin rewatch -- S2E8: The Sins of the Father

This episode is the starting point to darkness I feel. The first time Merlin lied to Arthur about something so close to Arthur's heart, the first time he put Arthur's sanity above his/magic's future, and the first time he decided for Arthur what he should know and do.

I did feel for Merlin. It was a difficult situation, he really didn't have the time and headspace to think properly. Denying the truthfulness of Ygraine's ghost was the quickest and the most effective way to get Arthur to back down, and he was killing himself speaking those lines. Arthur was saying everything Merlin wanted to hear, having all the right conclusions about magic and Uther, and Merlin was about to ruin it.

I still hope Merlin could try to reason with Arthur more. Merlin was so crossed when he found that Gaius kept this secret, now he was doing it to Arthur. He could have said that the kingdom would be destroyed if Arthur killed Uther without claiming everything Ygraine said was Morgause’s lie! Now that child would continue thinking he caused his mother’s death. And nearly his father's too. It might be better than patricide, at the moment, but if he eventually accepts magic and learns the truth, how many more people will Uther have killed? How will Arthur think of it?

It's really frustrating because it's the closest Arthur would get to the truth about his father's crime. In the end, not only was his opinion of magic reset, but he also had more personal reasons to resent magic.

[S2E8] [other episodes]

[ach-sss-no]

SH liveblog ch 4

First chapter & explanation | Previous chapter

This chapter starts off with a long internal monolgue comparing Gollum losing the Ring to Gollum losing all but six of his teeth, complete with tooth horror. Cool

Gollum is feeling better and wants to go out for fresh air, but, because he's tacitly assuming he's a prisoner, instead of asking to go out and take the air, he. Crawls out of his window. And climbs around on the wall.

Out the window, of course, clinging to the wall. Out the window because he wanted some fresh air and that was the quickest route, firstly, and secondly, it had not even occurred to him that the door to his room might not be locked, and he had not tried it.

I might be exaggerating his spidey powers a little by including this, but it's funny, so I don't regret it.

On one of these excursions he hears hobbits talking and gets all excited and goes into their room through the window. There is no adequate explanation for why all the hobbits are having a tea party in the same building Gollum is staying in. I think if I were to do a rewrite (which I will never, ever do, because I have a rule against editing already posted fiction to preserve my own sanity!!!! I would be editing it forever!!!).... I could easily fix this by just having Gollum escape the building out of the window and go to another one to find the hobbits. Later on, he goes all the way down to the ground and plays in the dirt anyway.

Gollum is painfully lonely

Gollum pawed at the shutter. He was driven not by thought or by reason but by a pure, gut-wrenching longing, which was not unfamiliar to him- and yet in a way this was different. I wants to see him, he thought. There is no reason why I should not. I'm not doing anyone any harm.

like, so lonely he's comparing his desire for companionship with his overpowering lust for the Ring. But he's surrounded by Men every day (and hand-fed by them. and they pick him up and cuddle him!) and apparently only sees hobbits as a source of the companionship he wants so badly. He started thawing in the last chapter, with Boromir (and seemed to be realizing that Men and orcs are sapient in the same conversation), and by the end of the fic (spoilers), he has chosen to stay in Minas Tirith because he feels he has love and belonging there, and eschews hobbit society entirely.

But we're in chapter 4 and he's not there yet so he goes in through the window to crash the party.

Bilbo is in the room, too, by the way. Gollum can't see because the lights are on, and everyone tries to get Bilbo out of there before Gollum can see him. Gollum chooses to play along even though he's heard Bilbo speaking.

The shutter opened, and it was Sam who pulled Gollum through. He took Gollum by the hands! Gollum had gotten used to tolerating the attentions of Men, and their pawings and pokings, but Sam was a person, not a Man! He had hobbit hands! And he was not content to only pull on Gollum's hands, but also put a steadying hand on his shoulder.

Oh I was explicitly signposting that he doesn't see Men as people. I forgot. I am not subtle.

Sam was the person who pulled Gollum out of the fire in chapter 1 and is the person who pulls him in through the window, physically accepting him back into the society of his own kind, in chapter 4. There is one other time (I think) when Sam physically handles Gollum this way, and it is in the next-to-last chapter, when Gollum is about to stumble and fall on his face and Sam catches him (and then supports him on his arm on the way out of the room and out of the trial where he is PARDONED of the BABY EATING CHARGE and officially allowed to exist. Spoilers). It's also the last time they see each other before the hobbits leave for the Shire.

Sam immediately scolds Gollum for crawling on walls and risking his neck. I meant this to show Sam is, if not ever fond of Gollum, willing to accept him as being alive, but it's lost on Gollum and fortunately he's not paying attention because there are other hobbits to look at.

"We shall have to put out at least some of the lights," said Frodo. He smelled so much healthier than he had before, and his voice was stronger too. "They hurt his eyes." Under his breath: "And for pity's sake- go! He's not seen you yet and I wouldn't test him!"

LMAO bilbo is still here and frodo is telling him to gtfo before gollum sees him

"Good evening, good evening!" Frodo's hands smelled of hobbit-food, and his face looked rosier than it had, and nice and clean. There was food-smell around his mouth, too, so he must be eating well- "Down, Sméagol," Frodo said, calmly but firmly. He put a hand on Gollum's shoulder, and gently pressed away and down. Gollum sat down.

OMG gollum is sniffing his face oh yuck frodo is being so brave about that

"To see our Master!" Was that not obvious? "And the other hobbits," Gollum amended, in case they should feel left out, although there was no reason to think they wanted his attention, really.

Gollum's getting more and more attentive to other people's feelings as the story progresses. Even though he's still a little off base. I think he's supposed to be at stage one empathy where he thinks everyone else would feel the same way he would in a situation (and Gollum would be annoyed to be ignored, I guess)

"I see. You may sit at the table if you choose." "O yes! Nice Master." Gollum curled up on the floor at the nice Master's feet. "Or, I suppose that will do, if you prefer," said Frodo.

Frodo: You can get the hell away from me, if you want. If you feel like it. Just a suggestion.

Gollum: Sure! (sits down directly on frodo's foot)

Frodo: Or you can do that.

Gollum remarks internally that he experiences chronic pain and cannot sit comfortably in a chair. I think this is the first time I've alluded to Gollum having chronic pain issues. Tolkien does not say he does anywhere that I know of but I think it's a reasonable headcanon?

"I'll sit in a chair, though," said Pippin.

I guess the alternative would be that Pippin would sit on Frodo's other foot.

"It is alright to say that you do not like our food if you say so politely," said Frodo, "though I wish you could try to eat just a bit of something more wholesome than your usual fare. I think it would help you, even if you think you do not like it. I- I hope you trust me, by now."

Oh this is a callback to Frodo and the lembas. (He says 'I think it would help you if you could try but maybe you can't even try yet' and even though, fic not withstanding, I am not generally of the opinion Gollum should get a redemption arc of any kind, the 'yet' always gets me, maybe because of Frodo's apparently holding out some hope for the little freak that would only be dashed into lava)

Perhaps the hobbits were not quite wrong to take issue with things such as orcflesh, but what was the matter with a bit of raw chicken?

Yes ok I'm glad we've established that Frodo's allowed not to want orc sashimi.

"Yes, actually," said Pippin, "I am Frodo's second cousin once removed." "Of course!" said Gollum. "I'm a first cousin," said Merry. "I see, I see," said Gollum.

Gollum showing a rare sign of hobbit mentality by immediately understanding what these roles are and why they matter lol

Gollum is just now finding out he's in Minas Tirith.

"We don't know where we are at all, Master. I was asleep when they brought me here, and no one told me where Sméagol is, or why; no one tells me anything."

Apparently not, wow

He did not remember very much from that time, aside from a haze of madness and longing and Frodo standing apart from the others, sharply defined like lightning in the sky.

Hmm I straight up stole that imagery from Watership Down didn't I

You're all alone, sharp and clear, like a dead branch against the sky. Richard Adams, Watership Down, pg. 209

Not quite but close.

As an aside, I tried to find that quote online to copy and paste (couldn't find it and had to reference it from my print copy), and there are people on Goodreads straight up lying about Watership Down. Making up quotes from it. What else do they lie about online I wonder

Gollum hears about the hobbit's travel route here and is now curious about how Bilbo joined them, so he starts hinting that he knew full well that Bilbo was there but Frodo is like nah.

He glanced around the room, wondering if Bilbo had been there [in the Fellowship] all along too, and he somehow hadn't noticed. Surely he would have noticed Bilbo. But how else had Bilbo gotten to be here, if he did not travel with the others? "Did the hobbits have another friend with them? Has he left? He needn't leave." "There was someone else here," said Frodo, "and he did leave, but that is our affair and not yours. I am sure you have your secrets that you would rather keep. This is one of ours." "Yes, Master. It is not our business, only his nice friends needn't be afraid of poor little Sméagol." "That is not why he left. Don't think about it any longer." Gollum nodded, and rested his chin on the nice Master's warm fluffy foot. "Very well, yes yes, not Sméagol's business," he said, with a sideways glance. Gollum didn't want to see Bilbo, either.

If I were to rewrite this (which as I said. I will not do), I might play with a draft where Bilbo's introduction was this scene and not that rather awkward other scene. Or not? I think it's structurally important that Bilbo chose to initiate a reunion with Gollum first. Bilbo Baggins also merits a dramatic intro scene, I feel. I just don't like that other scene and don't know how I'd fix it.

Oh so this is later enough that Gollum's talked to Boromir again. I think they're still in the respectful-colleague stage they were in last chapter. Merry and Pippin ask what Gollum thinks of him and he essentially says 'yeah he's a Man he's whatever'. Their relationship ends up such a huge part of this fic and its related content that it's interesting to go back and see how casually it started.

"I was advised not to, but I shall have to come and see you sometime," said Frodo. He sounded a bit strange. "I would like to see you more often. You have been saved, and when I look at you and think of what you once were I feel that anyone can be saved, and I shall see more of you in future."

There's some dialog I wrote explaining Frodo's feelings (and sam's!) but then cut out because I ended up maintaining more narrative distance from Sam and Frodo:

"It's strange," said Frodo. "When I am with him I feel kindly towards him, I am fiercely glad to have saved him, I feel there is hope for anyone living… but he quickly makes me feel worn out. And when I am not with him I… I feel as if I really would rather never see him again." He glanced at Sam, a bit wry. "I suppose you never wish to see him." "Well, sir," Sam said slowly. "For me it's a bit of the opposite, in that when we're away from him I start hoping he's better, especially when I hear Boromir say he's been helping out with things. Then I see him again and I try to be pleasant, and pretty soon I remember why we don't like each other, and I don't think we ever will. You see, Mr. Frodo, as he gets to be less like Gollum and more like Sméagol, I get to think that I'd never have been such good friends with Sméagol, even if that blasted Ring had never come into it at all." "Poor Sam! There is no greater proof of your loyalty to me than in that you are willing to be civil to Gollum on my account." "If you want your Sméagol you'll have your Sméagol," said Sam. "Doesn't really matter if I want him. Of course I don't, but, well, we would have been in a right fix if I'd tried to say you couldn't keep him, wouldn't we, sir? And from what Boromir says it sounds like he's still of some use. Though I don't think this is going to be much of a breakfast party." - Cut dialog that is also from a deleted scene from a deleted arc

Moving along!

It was a sweet feeling he could not recall ever having before, to lie at the Master's feet, and be free of the little whispering voice telling him to attack, and to reject; and to not be hungry or thirsty or worn to death, and to have all the other nice little hobbits around- and none of them yelling or cringing or trying to kick him out of the room. He began to whimper.

Gollum experiences all kinds of new feelings in this fic! Here he is crying out of sentiment instead of self-pity.

Gollum finished weeping and blotted his eyes on his sleeve. "Someone is outside the door," he said. It was a feeling, more than anything he could point to, but he was certain, yes- very certain someone was there, and listening, and he thought he knew who it was. Although such things usually did not bother him, he somehow resented the fact that the Baggins had likely heard him crying at Frodo's feet.

Yeah actually that was a vulnerable moment Bilbo should not have listened to but Bilbo also thinks his fragile nephew is in a room with a serial killer and wants to monitor the situation so maybe I'm Team Bilbo on this one

"Is that so?" Merry asked. He got up and went to the door. "Whoever is there," he said, "Sméagol is very aware that you're there, and we all have swords, you know. I really think you ought to leave." A shadow moved under the door.

Merry is phrasing this as a threat to pacify Gollum but he's also conveying 'we can handle him, it's oK' to Bilbo. Gollum actually susses out part of this:

"That put paid to him," said Merry. Such a fine big hobbit, a powerful hobbit! Though of course Merry had spoken in tones of bluff, and not any real threat. He had really been saying 'we know you're still here when we agreed you should not be, and you ought to leave.'

Pippin leaned under the table to peer at him. Gollum avoided his gaze

Gollum is notably shy of eye contact in canon.

Gollum starts chatting with Pippin and trying to almost mentor him a little. I thought they would bond over shared insatiable curiosity (Gollum is trying to teach him to find answers to questions by spying)

So, instead of just leaving, it looks like Bilbo went off to narc to Gandalf because now Gandalf is here.

He cast an eye over Gollum, who felt exposed, though Gandalf had seen him in more unpleasant situations, and wearing less- exposed as if he had been flayed to the bone with his pulsing organs on display for the choosing.

I am team Clothes Gollum but I know very few people are on this same team so I decided to strike a compromise where I would imply he was in a loincloth without ever outright saying so. 'Wearing less' could also mean 'he's wearing a nightshirt with full sleeves here, before he had rags with gaps in them and no sleeves but was definitely wearing something identifiable as clothing.'

"Baggins?" Frodo asked. Gollum rolled onto his side and looked sideways up at him. "Yes, although it is very nice of Master to chase him away so Sméagol needn't see him, it is."

Gollum knows full well that's not what they were doing. I think he's making a joke. He'll get more comfortable making jokes as the fic goes on. Sorry.

Gandalf verifies there is no threat and leaves. Gollum eventually wears out his welcome and is marched off.

"Ach." Frodo was correct in that. "Then we will go, yes, see hobbits later." He got up, somewhat sluggishly, and made for the window. "Oh no!" Sam stood by the door. "Not that way, Sméagol. I'm going to take you back by the door, come here."

Sam is genuinely so angry about the window thinga ksla

Out in the hall, Sam asked: "Where's your room anyway, Sméagol?" "Four windows left, yes, yes, one up," he grunted.

He navigated Goblin-town by counting tunnels. I thought he'd learn the windows pretty easily.

It was strange to be behind Sam instead of showing him the way somewhere, particularly when they climbed the stair. Gollum was accustomed to finding his own way and knowing his surroundings better than anyone nearby. He muttered to himself and paused frequently to sniff about.

Gollum clearly takes pride in knowing the only stealthy way into Mordor. Now he's lost and two hours ago didn't even know what city he was in. It's another way to strip away his arrogance and leave him in a mushy rebuildable state. This will come up again later when he spoiler spoiler tries to find his way out of Minas Tirith and can't

They go back to the room and Gollum muses on... his capacity to murder Sam.

Sam went to the window and closed the shutter. Why, thought Gollum, that is very foolish of him, for his back is turned to me and I could easily go to him and heave him out of the window, and tell everyone that he fell when he was trying to shut it. Perhaps no one would believe me, but if I really wanted him dead I would try it, yes, and surely he knows I would! Does he trust me so much? That is not wise. I do not want to hurt him, of course- it would grieve the Master and I will not do it, but surely he cannot know that, so still it is foolish and silly.

Throwing people out windows isn't Gollum's usual murder method. Sam was the one who kept mentioning that people can fall out the window and die. Maybe he accidentally cued this, lol.

Everything's fine, though:

Sam met his eye. "Like what you see?" he growled. "Yes, yes," said Gollum, as he knew this answer was neither expected nor desired. Sam looked at him for a minute, and then left the room.

Progress?

[nottakingresponsibility]

[🧨 What's the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well? Timeline: Past.]

"You're pathetic, you know that? No wonder Orion's your only friend. I bet he'll leave you like all your partners. You're so fucking weird!" ...So immature. Going for his friend's throat all because he caused a slight problem. So what if he talks bluntly? Is there really anything wrong with saying what was on his mind? Not like he could control it anyways, they couldn't know the half of what he's been through. So, he just stayed silent. A bunch of teenagers acting like toddlers wasn't worth his time. He couldn't even apologize, it's not like he'd mean it if he did. That'd make him a liar. ... He's lied before, what difference does it make. "I'm sorry you can't handle a lack of tone? What did I even say?" They all glared at him as if he was making some sort of unfunny joke. Staring staring staring. Why were they all staring? Then one of them opened their mouth. "How could someone like you possibly be friends with someone like him? He's so much better than you in every way. I'm sure you're aware of that. How do you get so many partners? It makes no sense." ...Curly this, Curly that... it's always fucking Curly, isn't it? Curly's better, smarter, braver, more capable! He was getting sick of it. He just took a deep breath and turned the other way, walking off without a second word. Not worth his time. Not worth his weight. Before he did something he couldn't go back from. He had to keep his calm. [🩸Is there something or someone that, if lost, would break them? Timeline: Future.] "...Curly you fucking idiot-" He let out a shaky breath, composing himself by dissociating just enough he wouldn't have to see him. He needed to get his voice together before he could even speak again. Not like Curly could speak back to him anyways. He couldn't have Curly dying on him now. He didn't mean to do this to him. Damn it, why'd he have to go to the front of the ship! Why's everyone else unharmed?! It's not fair, why's everything out of his favor. He rubbed his eyes, crossing his arms. His voice shouldn't be as shaky now, hopefully. He can't be stuttering, he was the captain now. Curly was clearly in no shape to be. It was his job. His ...responsibility. "... You- better... better not die on me, asshole.. this is your fault. You should've just stayed put, it... we could've been fine, we could've had everything. I'll get us out of this alive, okay? I won't let you down again. ...I can't fail now." Then it dawned on him. ...Nobody else would've got hurt anyways. His plan would've... failed anyways. He can't go back to earth like this. He can't let anyone find them. He can't... let them escape. He can't think that way. He still has some sanity left in him, even if it was little. There's only one real threat on this ship, and he could take care of her. She'd shatter under the pressure of the real world. Since Curly can't talk, he can't protest anymore. "I'm glad you agree. ...Believing in me, like I knew you always would. Get some rest. You better wake up, that's an order, Captain." He left, as if nothing ever happened. His hands don't lie nearly as much as he did, they were still shaking.

[nagisingnapinoy]

What if Putin did a MacArthur

June 25, 1950 - North Koreans crossed the 38th parallel and began what was to be known as the Korean War. The following month with Gen. Douglas MacArthur in command, the United States entered the war in defense of South Korea.

Although the defense of South Korea had an American backbone, it had a UN mandate.

By October 9, 1950, China entered the Korean War because North Korea was pushed back into the Yalu river, Chinese-Korean border. It can be argued that MacArthur had already won against North Korea.

With Chinese help, North Korea was retaken by the end of 1950, and by January 1951 it crossed again to the South and retook the capital of South Korea, Seoul.

Here's the kicker by April 1951, General Douglas MacArthur was fired by Harry S. Truman.

Change in Paradigm

General Douglas MacArthur was fired because he didn't accept a limited war.

When the Chinese entered the Korean War the paradigm had already shifted from defeating the North Koreans to defeating China. How do you defeat China its troops can retreat back into China, when it has supplies back in China?

Imagine if the United States and China were arm wrestling and yet the expectations was there needed to be a knockout win.

There can't be a knockout win unless one combatant goes straight for the main body.

In the same manner in the Dessert Storm or also known as the First Gulf War, the defense of Kuwait also included the invasion of Iraq.

Why was Gen. MacArthur fired?

General Douglas MacArthur wanted to use Nuclear Weapons on a then non-Nuclear China.

We can argue that sanity of using nuclear weapons, but the fact is 5-6 years after World War II winning the war the quickest way possible with the least amount of American casualties was a reasonable position.

Japan sent messages of surrender on August 10, 1945, 1 day after Nagasaki and 4 days after Hiroshima. The invasion of the island of Okinawa took 3 months. If the Americans invaded the Japanese mainland it'll take more than 3 months certainly. Japanese surrender was formally announced on August 14, 1945.

Wrong or right, President Harry S. Truman fired MacArthur for that.

What if Putin did a MacArthur?

So what if Putin did a MacArthur?

No one is higher that Vladimir Putin in Russia. There is no "Harry Truman" to call out the proverbial Russian MacArthur.

[darkwants]

for all that common sense seemed to have fled him the moment he went through the door and caught his first whiff of heat soaked pheromones, it only seemed to grow worse the longer he stayed wrapped around billie, breathing in the scent of her skin and feeling the clutch of her body around his cock. there wasn't any clarity, except perhaps the clever, ever growing need to claim her, and even that was more madness of purpose that anything else. with each roll of his hips and whimper from billie's lips, the gossamer threads of ezra's sanity came closer to snapping, giving way one by one. he didn't think about her father, didn't think about bed, didn't think about the consequences of their or about the quickest, fastest way to help her. from the moment he walked through the door, his focus had been on her need for him, but an ever growing, unavoidable fact was ezra's own need for her, blotting out all wisdom in favor of animal instinct to satisfy a biological craving that only medication could repel - and even then, imperfectly.

he could smell the tears on her face just like he could smell the slick making a mess of her thighs and the fact he hadn't tasted more of her was criminal, barely a tease of her juices and her mouth seemed too far away, gasping and gorgeous as it was. he swore as her hand found the back of his neck, the press of her fingers resulting in a noise just short of a growl as his hips jerked forward. fingers or nails along his neck and through his hair were something that helped him come undone and he was already unraveled, "my omega. my pretty, sweet omega." sweet tasting, sweet smelling, sweet acting, everything about her was erotic and addictive and ezra nipped at her neck, but not enough to break skin. just a tease of what she requested before lifting his head, trying to catch her mouth "c'mere." he beckoned, words sounding heated and slurred as he attempted to kiss her. "i'm gonna cum in you and claim you."

her knowledge was limited due to how she had been raised. she hadn't been able to embrace who she was meant to be. at least until that night and she knew nothing was going to be the same. it felt as if her body had been missing something for so long. now she felt utterly whole in a way that she hadn't thought was possible. maybe she should have been worried given the circumstances. yet there was no point in worrying given it was her nature. she couldn't fight it and truly she didn't want to. not when she was feeling so incredibly good. it was quite possibly insane but it was the first time she felt safe and protected, engulfed by ezra. his body had laid claim to hers in a way that she knew could not be denied.

his words might have made her blush if she was thinking straight. yet instead she was eagerly nodding, whimpering at the idea of being full of him," please! yes-oh-yes-yes!" truly she had the feeling she would agree to anything that he said. if only because she didn't want him to stop. their movements were near frantic as if they both couldn't get enough. billie was starting to realize just how much it was impacting them. the connection that they had formed was turning into something completely different. tears were cascading down her face as she panted for air. her hips still pushing back weakly to meet his movements. the cushions on the couch were on the verge of sliding off and she knew that she was utterly wrecked. yet she felt utterly beautiful at the same time. her hand reached to grasp at the back of ezra's neck," please," she breathed," want-want your mark." she had to be near delirious to even utter those words," want-want to be yours, my-my alpha!" he had given her what she needed but she still felt as if she needed that much more.

[generous1ty]

I just found this account and the way you decorated your account is just perfectly splendid, it reminds me of a dreamy kind 90's anime game in a good way if that makes sense :)

So, back to my request;

Fuyuhiko, Mikan and Mahiru with a s/o who passes out due to period pain, in front of them.

Like, who would notice they were in pain sooner? Who would froze and panic? Who would try to help right away?

(This happened to me ones and since I had heavy periods too, I needed to go hospital and to say the least, it sucked. I needed to take norethisterone for 2 weeks after hospital. )

sexily beatboxes to gain reads/follows

anyway, hey anno!! :)) my account theme is now edgy red with emo diluc, however. i was very flattered by your compliment when my account was still a pretty purple with sparkles :') thank you for saying it's like a 90's anime game that is such a high compliment and i loved it (and still love it) a lot thank you <3

other than that, here is your request, anon from months ago! hope that you're doing well after that trip- sounds pretty scary, actually..

lots of love to you. :) <3

Fuyuhiko, Mikan, and Mahiro with an S/O who passes out due to menstrual pains

genre: fluff/misc.

warnings: AFAB!reader (gender neutral pronouns used), period stuff (cramps, blood, etc.) swearing, post-killing game (SDR2 spoilers), relapsing trauma from all three of them (killing games lol), clingy Fuyuhiko 🕺🕺🕺, panic attacks + medication (Tsumiki M.), i use the word "drugs" but it's just another synonym for medication, just a bunch of anxiety. seriously. and obviously, you being in a lot of pain. and also me writing too much, as per usual.

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

Fuyuhiko is probably the most panicked out of the three listed .

i know he's the son of a mafia boss and he's probably got a criminal record, but just because he does crimes and stuff doesn't mean he knows what the heck is going on-

kidding.

Although Fuyuhiko is fully prepared for the time of the month where you seem to be in the most pain, he never expected you to actually pass out-- no, he never thought it was even possible to.

so while he's out buying whatever you need and whatever you're craving at the moment, you're at his house on his luxury couch, under a luxury blanket with a microwaveable pillow on your abdomen, laying on a luxury pillow, in immense pain.

Fuyuhiko comes home with the bags of products on his arms and his face immediately contorts to worry when he sees you under so much agony

he's the quickest to rush over and hold you in pure panic.

"shi-- ff-- god! hey- hey look at me! are you alright? what's wrong?!"

you can't speak because of the pain, and he's not sure what to do-

and then you actually faint.

and it feels like his whole world falls apart when he thinks the worst had just happened in front of him.

he gets you into a car and the car is speeding through the streets.

he is the quickest to rush over and the quickest to get you to a hospital.

even if it wasn't life threatening, and even if it was (or is), he still wants it checked out and he still wants a professional to properly make sure you're okay.

you have to stay in the hospital for a while, and Fuyuhiko is adamant on staying by your side.

"you're gonna get a ticket for speeding down the road so fast. your parking sucked, too." you're grinning at him.

"...shut up and rest."

after you're finally discharged from the hospital, Fuyuhiko is a lot more anxious when the time of the month rolls around.

you have to constantly reassure him that it won't happen again, especially after the medication you were prescribed.

that doesn't stop him from worrying, though. even after the whole world was cleaned up, and after surviving a killing game with half of his sanity still in tact, that doesn't mean the trauma of losing those closest to you will disappear.

he grows a little scared time to time when he notices how fast a month passes by, but gets relieved to see that you're doing just fine.

Peko helps him out with his anxiety when he's away from you cause of work, and you always send him pictures and messages to reassure him you're okay.

he's just a lil puppy. just a lil guy. a lil guy with trauma. it's ok. he's ok.

and you'll both be okay together.

Mikan Tsumiki

so. i know, you know, we all know, that since Mikan is the Ultimate Nurse, that she would be great at taking care of you during your menstrual cycle.

she knows you bleed heavily, and that sometimes your cramps render you powerless at times, but she didn't expect for them to get so bad you'd faint-

she's by your side, gently caressing your hand (they're a little sweaty from her anxiety and constant worrying), as she eases the pain little by little.

she's done all she can; you're under a heated blanket with room temperature water, she's given you on-the-shelf painkillers, and massaged your abdomen with natural oils to try and get rid of the cramps-

she wants to avoid prescribing any off-the-shelf medication if you're not comfortable with it or if it's just a one-time thing and it'll pass

but she's really tempted to rush over to the hospital she works at and bring something she's prescribed last-minute to you after you've fallen asleep.

i mean, that would have been what had happened if you had just fallen asleep-

she definitely noticed you sweating a lot more than before, and you looked very, very pale. you'd yawned at least once in the duration she had been taking care of you, and your pulse had been stalling when she held your hand.

she honestly should have expected you to faint. the signs were so clear but-

you fainted.

your breathing was so heavy and shallow that she just blanked. and couldn't think of anything at the exact moment.

terrible habit for a nurse. but she's working to curb it. (woo!!! go Mikan!!!!! muah)

she immediately calls for an ambulance and paramedics get to the door and she's in tears and short of breath from her panic attack. she's so relieved that you both live so close to the hospital so that it didn't take long for people to show up.

after the paramedics take you into their car, she goes over to the bathroom cabinets to take her meds and rushes over to the hospital the quickest she can so she'll be able to treat you as well.

of course, since she just got done with a panic attack, and there are obvious tear stains down her face, and that you're her lover, the other employees at the hospital don't agree with her treating you in the state that she's in.

and it takes a while for her to agree, but she's convinced when a doctor tells her that she'll be too busy with the prescription to properly take care of you afterwards.

so you're both in the hospital she works at, and she's almost in tears again seeing you conscious after an hour or so.

"don't cry, little crybaby." you smile a little, it's hard to contain the smile from infecting your words.

"i--i'm sorry...!"

"no need to apologize, silly. are you okay? did you take your meds? i don't want you worrying too much even though i'm in this state," you laugh.

"i'm fine-- i'm fine..!" she's crying again after you're playfully joking with her.

the aftermath of the hospital visit is a lot calmer than before.

after being prescribed stronger drugs for your cramps, Tsumiki is doing a lot better during the weeks when you're at your weakest.

at least you won't pass out anymore. that's the good thing, because she'd rather you be conscious than unconscious.

unless you were in really bad pain. then of course she wouldn't want you conscious to experience that .

Mikan trusts in the medicines you're prescribed with, and she trusts herself and she trusts you trusting her. so, she feels alright now.

although, she still feels anxious time to time. nothing can stop that dreading feeling in her stomach when she notices how fast the days pass.

but she's fine, because she knows you'll be fine. and she'll take care of you through it every step of the way.

Mahiru Koizumi

aah. actually. Mahiru is so sweet and lovely i'm actually in love with her 😳👉👈

anyway .

Mahiru really takes care of you during your preiods; there's a cold towel in her hands and she's wiping down your body as it sweats from the heating pad on your abdomen and the apparent pain you're in.

Mahiru is used to you feeling this way during your menstrual cycles. but just because she's used to it, doesn't make the suffocating feeling in her chest disappear.

she dabs the cold cloth on your neck, then your forehead, and she gives you a small kiss for comfort as you squeeze her hand.

Mahiru saw you fainting as a possibility, but she would have rather thought otherwise than to think the worst.

after all, you're strong; you're sturdy. you've gone through this before, and you might be able to push past this, too. right?

she believed so. she hoped so.

Mahiru is talking to you all the while you're laying in bed, trying to keep the pain from distracting you from her words.

her voice is soothing you, and you feel a little calmer with her by your side this time, too. her warm hand in comparison to yours, and the cold cloth on your cold, yet somehow burning, skin.

"...so after we were done taking pictures, me and Hiyoko parted ways and..."

she notices you coming in and out of it, and before you say anything after she trailed off, she helps you sit up in bed.

she's concerned, and you can tell on her face that she's not happy with this development.

"we should go to the hospital. you look absolutely horrendous right now."

you know she's joking, but you can tell the severity of your condition in her voice as well.

so she helps you get into the car and you both drive to the nearest hospital. Mahiru's not trying to rush because she doesn't want to get pulled over (or a ticket), but her hands are clamming up in response to her unparalleled anxiety and the worry in her throat.

and you both walk to the front desk together, and she has a hand around your waist, then you completely black out after she's in the middle of her sentence of checking you into a room.

and, oh god, she feels faint. she feels like puking, her stomach is twisting and she wish it weren't so she could help you up.

but seeing another body so cold and frightened and bare again. it has her frozen and the front desk worker calls for staff to come and pick you up.

Mahiru is visibly shaking and a few of the staff try to calm her down, saying that you'd be fine and safe in the ER

and so, after treatment and diagnosis and a few hours of being by your side with you still unconscious, Mahiru is almost breaking down when you wake up.

"oh god, i ache all over..."

"yeah-- you-" she's trying to get a coherent sentence out despite her breathing, "you practically threw yourself at the floor..!"

you can tell she's trying to make light of the situation so it doesn't get too dark, but it doesn't stop her from crying in relief.

you give her a small kiss, and she kisses back in the moment. just glad to have you back.

after you're discharged from the hospital, Mahiru is adamant on having you take your medication and it being on schedule, on time.

if you faint on her again, she might die...

so she does all she can to make sure it doesn't happen again. everything within her power.

and she hangs up a little picture you took in her room of you two walking out of the hospital; her almost in tears and you smiling, laughing playfully with her.

she's just happy it wasn't anything immediately endangering to you. she's glad you're still here. she's glad it's you.

[aquadestinyswriting]

oh my god aqua this one's going to be amazing for you but HELLO HAPPY STS. 8) If your main characters were sucked into our world, The Devil Is a Part-Timer-style (i.e., dropped into our world without the resources/status they had in theirs, transformed into basically human with no powers, and the only thing they've got are the clothes on their back and their memories), how well would they fare? What would they do to survive, and most importantly, who is working at McDonald's?

Haha, thought you'd get a kick out of asking about my characters. Let's concentrate on the 'Main Cast', so to speak, for this one. So Selene, Edwin, Meredith and Yoruk. Putting the rest under a readmore because this is going to get long. I am assuming that all four end up in the UK to make things easier on my brain.

Selene: She would almost certainly struggle with the idea that there's absolutely no magic in our world whatsoever since she relies on it so heavily. As she's already human, that won't be so much of an issue, but the culture shock would almost certainly get to her. I think she would be the quickest to adapt to the idea of technology though and would marvel at the ways we manage without magic. She would almost certainly find the nearest library to get an idea of how the world functions and try to get a job in one so she could survive. Once she got fully on her feet, she might go to university to study the sciences and get a job involved in that in some way. As for her connection to her familiar.... It is very lucky that Chrackle is a magpie and can speak in a limited sense already. This means the two of them can still communicate to a limited degree, but they would be extremely hampered by the lack of empathic/telepathic connection and they'd struggle a tonne with it. On the plus side, Selene can probably get away with getting him registered as an emotional support animal if she can find some way to prove that he's not just a random wild magpie she picked up from somewhere. Magpies are extremely common in large parts of the UK now so....

Edwin: Again, since he's already human, that part won't be an issue. He wouldn't struggle with the lack of magic quite so much, though he would miss the ability to easily heal minor ailments. He would be utterly horrified at the way we treat nature though and would be the first to get involved in the activism circuit surrounding that. He'd also severely miss the ability to randomly talk to animals and plants; he might keep trying anyway because you never know. As to how he'd survive... I think he'd eventually try to go to college to become a nurse because he would not be able to stop himself from wanting to help and heal people.

Meredith: As a dwarf, my dearest Merri would struggle with the idea of no longer having a beard at all. She is not bothered by the fact that human women don't have beards generally, but suddenly being bereft of one herself would be the biggest hurdle to get over. She'd also need to adjust to suddenly being a lot taller than she currently is, though probably still very short by human standards. Another big struggle would be the lack of intimate connection to Moradin. Assuming she did manage to adjust to all that with her sanity intact; Merri is another one that would likely try to work out how to best get into a job that helps people. Given her background as a cleric, it's very likely she would get into something like social work as she at least had some training in similar work back on Titan.

Yoruk: Would adjust to everything a lot more easily than his wife. He's already pretty tall by dwarven standards and is likely to only be, at most, a foot taller than he already is, and he won't have to deal with losing his beard. The culture shock would be real though because all the institutions he's used to are just not present in our world. He's probably the most likely out of the entire group to get a job at a McDonald's, at least until he works out what kind of work he would best be suited for while he's here because he is incredibly pragmatic and would realise very quickly that he'd need some sort of income while everyone adjusted to their new circumstances. I think he'd go for some sort of professional security job in the end because the idea of our modern police force (even in the UK) wouldn't sit too well with him due to the types of oaths and vows he took as a Paladin.

Thanks for the ask, it was a lot of fun to try and work out how any of my lot would manage. To be fair, they'd probably all need copious amounts of therapy to adjust (and in the case of the girls and Yoruk, to work through all the ptsd they've accumulated because their world, in comparison to ours, is horrifying), but that was probably a given ^_^;

[dawnedon]

Dawn could feel how fast her mind was racing, body unable to keep up with the raging torrents of thoughts and imagery within. She could feel her sanity slipping through her fingers, that same madness from a decade ago creeping back up her spine. This time, there was no Lake Trio to protect and safeguard her. There was no presence of Emperor to keep her grounded and forging ahead. There was nothing but a strangling dread that silenced any rising words on her throat.

How... How had she done this in the past?

To stand against a goddess like Giratina was to throw yourself away. A tango of the minds, and one misstep would mean to lose yourself forever. A frigid bead of sweat rolled down the side of Dawn's face, eyes cast upwards towards the titanic dragon. Her throat felt unfathomably dry, her tongue thick and heavy.

"Gira-" Words strangled themselves in her throat, a shudder rising up Dawn's back. It gripped her shoulders, weighing her down. Her body felt as if it were plunged in ice, her entire being beyond numb. Part of her almost wished they'd both fallen into the abyss earlier instead - it would have been a mercy compared to this.

Dawn's mind felt increasingly fragile against Giratina, the thoughts of the Renegade pervading her own. It was indiscernible where Dawn's agency began and where Giratina's ended, feeling the two bleed into one, amalgamated mess. Dawn's own mindspace was shoved out violently, Giratina taking an undeniable command with how powerful both she and her emotions were.

The cosmic light that wound its way around Vega was a beautiful respite in the realm of darkness. Smart move, Giratina would think to herself. Bolstering their defenses was the best move they could have done - an effort that still would only go in vain at the sheer brutality of Giratina's power. She hit harder than a thousand trains, but such force would only be wasted on a being such as this.

Shadows rose from all depths of the Distortion World, rising to meet their master. The same red spikes that adorned inky black appendages soon took on a ghastly purple hue, the shadows almost dripping off of the ends like a liquid. Giratina twist, moving serpentine as the shadowy points made their way towards Vega. She wasn't the quickest being due to her considerable size, but the Shadow Claw was daunting combined with her strength.

The coughing next to Dawn drew her away from the horror in motion above her, midnight eyes finally able to tear themselves away. Her body wouldn't stop shaking, like the final leaf of a tree clinging on during a winter storm. She was in entirely above her head - Sinnoh's own Champion, powerless and unable to do anything. How disappointing, she could almost hear everyone say, if you can't protect one person, how do you expect to protect your region?

"May," Dawn manages to choke out, her hands instinctively rising to rest on the other woman's arms. She needs something to ground herself, she selfishly realizes. "are- are you..." The smeared blood on the corner of her companion's lip rattles Dawn, another cold fear gripping her heart.

Her eyes can't help but meander back up to Giratina, the same feeling of ice pervading her soul all over again. Dawn's teeth grit against one another heavily, feeling the battle of wills playing out within her mind again. Her fingers desperately dig into and hold onto pieces of herself, pulling with all of her willpower in order to keep them from being yanked away.

Dawn doesn't realize how hard her fingers were digging into May's skin until she's back to reality with a hard blink, mouth slightly agape as she soon shakes her head. Her stomach turns, pain blossoming across her abdomen as a wave of nausea takes over. She swallows thickly, glazed over eyes painstakingly pulling themselves back to May again.

There was a loud buzzing in the back of her mind. The dread came and went like a quick tide, rising and falling within her. A cold, swelling ocean of despair, one that would drown her if she wasn't careful. Right now, all she could do was hold on against the raging torrent.

She... She wasn't strong enough to reel Giratina in. She wasn't ten years ago, and she wasn't now. Dawn had always thought that if she had ever found herself here again, it would go differently, but she was wrong. She was still weak; she wasn't much different from that same child she was years ago. Maybe her mother was right - maybe she should have relented and done contests as she had wanted instead. Maybe she wasn't fit to be a pillar of support, a leader, a figure of strength for the masses.

The stinging words of the populace dug into her back like a thousand knives. A reminder of the massive shoes she had to fill with Cynthia's defeat, a reminder that her reputation had been soured by being so young, a reminder that, no matter how good she may be, there would always be the same stares directed towards her, the same poisonous words spoken just loudly enough for her to overhear.

"I-I-" Dawn finds herself stammering, eyes wide as her hands finally drop from May's arms. The words don't come. Her gaze frantically moves all over the place, searching. Her body felt paralyzed, as if she were experiencing a bout of sleep paralysis. A rattling breath heaves itself out of her, her ribcage feeling tight.

"I-I-I'm-- I'm n-not-" speaking suddenly felt as laborious as running a mile, her body shaking with effort, "s-strong enough, I... I can't--"

Despite everyone appearing to be in one piece, the enthusiasm behind the hope of finding an exit dwindles before evaporating completely. May exchanges a morbid glance with Dawn, and decides to follow her lead listlessly towards the vertical climb ahead—though, a climb it is not. Sharp breaths escape as May acclimates to walking upwards without any sort of gravitational interference, the sensations of this realm further obscuring everything she's ever known.

The forest of the damned, it's mangled trees eerily resembling twisted corpses crying out in agony, is no haven from the ever-altering world around them. The growling of the abyss rises to a higher decibel and rattles the path towards whatever awaits for them on the other side of the platform's relative peak.

Her mind feels much like a completed puzzle, one depicting a gorgeous and all-encompassing understanding of her existence, that slowly begins losing its pieces. One by one, the larger image becomes unrecognizable, foreign and strange and enough to bring May to briefly forget even her own name. Flashes of images of her past seem more like reels of a film she'd never seen, once familiars now reduced to actors on a screen.

Who had she been, before entering Hell? Who is she now, if anyone at all?

The sparkle in her eyes that'd glitter like a sunrise against the sea is no longer. She isn't even sure if the feet carrying her forth belong to her anymore. This world has tried since her arrival to rip anything meaningful from her hands—hands that'd previously cling to the death to anything she held sacred, are now limp. Lifeless. Phantom limbs, belonging to a body she no longer feels agency over.

Whistling of the void's winds cease as the group breaks free of the leafless forest, tilting over the angle of the platform as easily as they'd ascended it. Now, the vastness of its peak can be witnessed in full view: a massive, barren wasteland, littered by the same trees they'd passed through and overseen by rocky islands floating at unimaginable heights overhead.

Dawn's voice—her apology—distorts against the buzzing in May's ears, though the brunette nods softly in acceptance. Desperately she wishes to object to the other woman shouldering the blame for their inevitable ends. Futile, it'd be at this point. Even if the words would surface, May's unable to relay them: the realm is changing yet again, in rapid response to their arrival at this summit. The stage had long been set, she realizes; there never was any chance of escape.

The sky above shatters so suddenly that fear takes ahold of May's psyche and brings her body to tremble. This perpetual nightmare grows worse, an eldritch entity unlike any she's ever seen merging through dimensional fabric while ripping it into shreds. The cacophony of her arrival drowns out into white noise, only intensifying the buzzing in May's head that blurs every thought and emotion she'd once known, leaving only room for pure terror.

And, by the time the primordial goddess of chaos has fully acknowledged their presences, the woman is rendered utterly still. Frozen, stone-faced and pale before the monstrosity whose form further urges her closer to complete madness.

Then, comes the call, a haunting chorus of voices layering to deliver the god's displeasure: what they'd known all along—that this is no place they are welcome—confirmed, from the ruler of the realm herself.

The behemoth before them lifts up, her body dwarfing them completely while taloned feelers snake against the blackness of the void's sky. Giratina's glaring red eyes direct from May to Vega, who'd been trying the entire time to reach their trainer, in attempts to return her from the pits her spirit has plummeted to.

Though those efforts were previously failing, the threatening warning issued towards her pokemon companion, somehow, breaks through the Hoennite's numbness—Vega's voice rings now in the back of her scrambled mind, thankful that their human hadn't lost sense of herself entirely.

'Do not worry for me — this world will claim neither you nor I. Tend to the human. Do not allow for this god to convince you that you are powerless.'

May's voice begins rattling in her throat, words caught as she coughs uncontrollably into her hand��blood. Eyes regain light but speckle still with unbridled fear: Vega, gaze trained forward, sounds as though they are saying their goodbyes.

'The human and yourself both possess more agency than either of you can fathom — it is my wish that neither of you abandon this reminder. For you both have what the enraged ruler of this realm desires... Liberate yourselves.'

Rocketing upwards to hover before the draconic phantom, the size of a singular snowflake against a mighty blizzard, the Deoxys briefly glances down once more: May, through her coughing fit, stumbles towards Dawn in attempts to rouse the other woman back to her senses as well. Vega can feel their desperation, further igniting the core within their body to flash violently; slitted pupils lock onto Giratina while their defense forme begins to emit a peculiar light.

It's startling, how blinding the beautiful light is against this world of death. Astral energy wraps in ribbons around the extraterrestrial, the Cosmic Power bringing them to glow in alternating hues that encompass the gradient of the cosmos itself.

[just-an-enby-lemon]

The one where Batman Inc is created in the Batman Unburied universe with a very different group of people and Bruce questions his sanity as his friends (?) question his decision of adopting a kid.

□ All of them solved the case pretty fast but with some caveats:

▫️Eddie somehow got beaten up and worse is being very criptic in telling the information he acquired to Bruce. He also may have helped Two-Face's gang to unionize.

▫️Babs was the quickest to finish her mission but she also tricked a goom into beliving his sick daugther had terminal cancer and guitly had to stop the goom to put the kid into chemo, after it she hacked Bruce Wayne's account to pay for the kid very real chronic bronchitis treatment. Not to mention she and Ed turned it all into a competition of who solves more cases and their banter is driving everyone else insane.

▫️Pamela finished her mission with some casuallities. She discovered that she didn't exactally lost her poisoned skin it just mutated to act as a defense mechanism and only affects people who she activally see as treats. Wich included the creep who tried to touch her inapropiadly while she was rescuing some hostages. Alex, who still feels guilt for not standing up to her gf the first time, is now screaming with Batman that Pam only killed awfull people, mostly by accident and that if he tries to arrest Pamela for being a hero he would have to fight her first (Bruce had just asked for a mission report and hadn't given any indication that he wanted to arrest Pamela and also just didn't).

▫️Reene is still in doubt over being a good cop or helping a vigilante but her girlfriend best friend Barbara asked and deep down she knows that the GCPD sucks and that if Barbara is doing more good by not being a cop so would her.

▫️Alfred is still not at all convinced that Bruce should be employing two former supervillans. He's relationship with Edward did improve by the fact that Riddler is in no way shape or form any treat compared to Poison Ivvy (she did tried to destroy humanity and also brainwashed and almost killed him in particular). On the other hand Bruce brought his brotherly relationship with Barbara back and now has friends!! So he is tolarating the situation.

▫️Not a single one of this people thinks that Robin is a good idea. Recently adopted/introduced Dick Grayson does not care.

▫️Ace the Bathound is the exception, he is happy with all his new extended family. The family is happy with him, though Ed is still a bit afraid of him.

[asgardwinter]

No Matter What

summary | “No matter what.” In your voice it sounded like a promise. “No matter what.” In his, it sounded like a fact.

pairing | Loki x fem!Reader

warnings | angst, no happy ending, there’s a tiny spark of love (sorry i didn’t let it live though), canon character death (you know, it’s infinity war not me…), grief

word count | 509

author’s note | this is a repost for @wint3r-h3art's request, tumblr just fucked up with the link to the fic, hope you enjoy it again :)

prompt: “if… if this is the last time i’ll ever see you, i need you to know… i have loved, and will never stop loving, you. you hear me? i love you. beyond whatever happens next. i love you.” from this prompt list

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One moment you were smiling at Loki, in the other there were people shouting and running, emergencial escape routes were being planned in the heat of the moment.

Until he made you stop in the middle of the ship’s main hall, like your life wasn’t crumbling down again in less than three days.

“If… if this is the last time I'll ever see you, I need you to know… I have loved, and will never stop loving, you. You hear me?” Loki’s hands flew to your cheeks, cradling your head carefully and fiercely at the same time, eyes scanning your face in despair. “I love you. Beyond whatever happens next. I love you.”

The quickest answer was clear in your head. You kissed him, trying to pour all your bottled love from these centuries that pulled you together and apart, all the affection you had towards Loki.

“I love you. I always did and I know I always will.” Foreheads leaning against each other like you had all the time in the world. Like you were gods that had the power to stop anything. You should have that power, it was unfair being called a god and submitting yourself and your people to that. “No matter what.” In your voice it sounded like a promise.

“No matter what.” In his, it sounded like a fact.

You looked back at the people boarding the few escape pods, the people you should be taking care of. It was time to let go of his hand, the one you didn’t even realize you were holding so tight.

Loki’s eyes said everything again.

And again.

And one more time, just to be sure.

But all in the matter of seconds.

You had to believe you’d see eachother again, for your own sanity.

As you distanced yourselves, your hands stayed together until it was too far for them to hold. You missed his fingers on yours but you relished on the feeling that it wouldn’t be too long until you were reunited, until you felt his hands again.

You guided the escaping asgardians to Earth and trough it with Valkyrie, looking back every day and waiting for him, your love.

But when Thor found his way to your people he was alone. The hope you carefully constructed during the past weeks started to fall apart.

“Loki died.” That was what left Thor’s mouth.

You didn’t believe it, you couldn’t bring yourself to believe it.

Loki doesn’t simply die, you told yourself against your better judgment.

That was when days turned into weeks, weeks into months and time passed. Too much time passed. And you had to face it.

But why?

“I love you. Beyond whatever happens next. I love you.”

The words kept echoing in your head and even if you wouldn’t hear them again you had to lean on that one declaration to survive.

“No matter what.”

You repeated it over and over to make the pain go away.

Because it was a fact and, above it all, your love was a promise.

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[fangedmagick]

It was almost scary they had similarities yes, but they looked so different. Aurelius had come so far even when he was alive, healthier and stood tall with the world once fearing his hate and pain. Now he hid in the shadows but was still quite fearsome when he had to be.

He couldn't think of leaving Credence there... himself there to freeze. He recalled the cold winters and how he managed to not freeze to death was a miracle. He didn't understand why he somehow was back in time, but he'll be damned if he let himself freeze in the New York streets. While feeding the younger his blood was probably a mistake in the long run, it was the quickest way to help heal a mortal and warm them it seems given the boy's temperature seemed to be going back to normal and the breathing wasn't as shallow. He was relieved and had to make sure it looked like he himself was breathing, despite not needing to, he didn't want to freak Credence out.

The house probably looked like everything Mary Lou would've hated and damned Aurelius for. He had to keep himself from smirking and hoped the one he killed was rolling in her rotten grave.

His home was like a cottage, probably more witchy than it should be. Even in his bedroom, there was some incense burning, some dried herbs, his bathtub was candle central with some ancient carvings in some of them. He had some tea and soup he made, unsure which was better for the boy. "You're welcome." His voice was different compared to Credence he noticed... they truly were so different, different lives but the same person from the same upbringing. "I couldn't leave a boy who was down on his luck." He finally added, trying his best not to show his full face, more for the boy's sanity. "It's no trouble at all, I promise. And besides, if you stayed there you'd have frozen." He could see the unease. "I promise I won't harm you while you're here." He reassured. He can smell the injury still but he was sure it was more of a minor injury now compared to how it was earlier. Days or maybe a week of healing in a few hours. "I'm Aurelius, some call me Aurie for short. Go on and eat, I promise my cooking isn't the best but it won't poison you" Smiles, trying to make a little joke.

👊(because why not)

Send 👊for your muse to find mine brutally beaten and left to die.

It wasn't everyday he'd see someone beaten so brutally and left to die on the street of New York. The city was cold, colder than it should be. Aurelius came back for a decade or so from Scotland. He reclaimed his domain. Fought for it, fed when he needed, slept, and avoided the stupid laws and politics best the vampire could.

Usually he'd leave the dying to die, it was cold to act like that, but he learned that helping humans led to trouble later. But what he didn't expect, what frightened him almost was the face. At first he had to blink, shake his head, to make sure he wasn't seeing his past haunting him or some past guilt.

But... it was Credence, it was himself, the hair, the thin form, the face. It was Credence... it was Aurelius in another life. And the next thing he knew, he was helping the limp form up, hearing the heartbeat, it was weak... and that scared him more. Why was himself here? Alive? He brought Credence inside the cottage that was hidden from mundane eyes and placed the boy in his bed. Working quick to heal any wounds that were severe.

Aurelius trying to keep his face hidden behind his hair in case the boy woke up and saw a scary lookalike. The vampire hated this, hated to do this. He was sure Credence or this look alike was bleeding internally. He hated to do it, it wouldn't turn Credence by any means, but it would make him a temporary ghoul, someone that would listen to any order the vampire who fed them it's blood would demand, even literally die for the vampire. But it also would heal the boy much quicker. He slowly fed the boy his own blood to speed up the healing and Credence will just have some light bruises and soreness by the end of it. And Aurelius just had to try not to order the boy around and all will be golden.

[yukimuraruki]

Finally done with moving

Last week on this day everything was still in chaos. Monday I had to get done the apartment we rented. But today was kind of the first day when I finally could relax a bit. I settled with some painting yesterday, but today I was out to enjoy the sun. As I am still living in Norway and I won't leave for any other country very soon, the sun is out by like 9 am and he's down at 4 pm and if you don't get out to florish in the sun when you can, life is getting a bit difficult :'D

Sooo as I was out to find out the quickest way from home to the city centre, I took some nice photos of the Christmas decorations. I mean, nothing special in the sunlight, but I promise I will also take photos when it's darker out. But have these for now.

All very nice subtle Christmas decorations. But you know, every city needs the one enthusiast that's faaaar beyond sanity. In my city it's a pub called "Beverly's" x'D

I wonder what this will look like when it's actually dark out... I will definitely come back and take a look. It's very blingbling flashy flash overload x'D

But, I had my first Bubble Tea in Norway. It was Matcha dream and wow, they had really good matcha. You know, not that cheap weird stuff you sometimes get at cafés. This was the real thing >w< My sis had a Mango Tango bubble tea and I have to say, that mango taste was really delicious, I can just recommend that place.

And here, a photo of my neighbourhood on my way home. Afternoon-mood with the mood. Also, we found a hobby art-and-crafts store out of the blue. And I was in my local nerd store of choice to ask for the Husky and his White Cat Shizun since they didn't get any stocks yet. At least not yet xD I hope they will next week, if they do I'm in surely on my way to take evening photos very soon x'D

That was around 4 pm. The sun is about to set, so this was all for today :)

[ff-imagines]

Can i request some nsfw headcanons for mantis shrimp? I read through your blog and let me just say: I'm a big fan. Btw if you dont wanna do them thats fine as well

Salt and pepper shrimp: nsfw alphabet

I did the whole alphabet bc? Why not! Side note I rly wanna write a fic going off my thoughts ab his experience level >:)

A - aftercare

Look, getting him to release you from his hold to go to the bathroom on a regular night is a battle enough. After sex? Phew I wish you luck. Might wanna just put some water on your night stand beforehand. You would be able to convince him to take a bath with you pretty easily though, he likes how the warm water feels very much. Make sure to cuddle him in the bath still, he's in a very vulnerable state right now and he really needs some good old tlc.

B- body parts

he’s got a weird fixation with your hands. He likes to compare hand sizes, whether your hands are bigger or smaller isn’t what he likes, he just likes to admire them. He loves sucking/biting your fingers while he’s got you in his lap. Lacing your fingers with his with one hand while bringing the other to his cheek, nuzzling into your hand while he bounces you on his cock.

On himself, there is tragically little that he genuinely likes. He views himself as a weapon, getting him to unlearn that will not be an easy process, trust me, Boston has tried. Complimenting his eyes does seem to make him a little more flustered than other praises, and he has a hard time staring you in the eye during sex…. maybe we can start there.

C - cum

His cum is pretty thin but there’s a shit ton of it. Enough that if he cums inside you swear you can feel the warmth as his cock pours rope and rope of his seed into you.

He doesn’t actually care where he cums, just ask him and he’ll comply.

inside you? sounds good.

On your back? Say less.

On the floor? You’re cleaning it, but sure.

He did discover he’s got an affinity for watching his cum on your tongue. I don’t know how you’d be able to swallow it all, but any attempt you make will be met with shrimp getting hard all over again.

D - dirty secret

He secretly thinks it’d be really hot for you to dom him. It’s gonna take a very long time before he’s comfortable letting you have that Linda control over him, just the thought of being tied up, hands behind his back while you praise him for being such a good boy, its a fantasy he’s visited on many sleepless nights.

E - experience

Nope. Nada. To be frank, I think he’s the definition of Demisexual, and he has yet to meet anyone besides Boston and the anti-human gang who he genuinely wants to get to know better. He definitely hasn’t met anyone who wants to get to know better for romantic reasons.

He doesn’t know enough about human customs to know that it can be embarrassing for someone to be inexperienced, but he does feel very very nervous the first few times. He’ll need a lot of reassurance, give him praise and he’s putty in your hands.

F - favorite position

I'm gonna be boring and say missionary. It’s simple, easy, and since he’s brand new to all of this it’s the least mentally overstimulating. He very much likes that he can see your face.

If he’s feeling extra spicy he might grab onto the inside of your knees and push you into the mating press, though he really only does this if he’s upset or jealous.

If you ask nicely he might let you sit in his lap, as a treat. Bouncing on his cock as he litters your chest with bite marks, what a treat it is <3

G - goofy

…. yea for sure definitely. He’s a real jokester.

On a serious note, he himself is not a goofy person whatsoever, but he would actually like it if you were. Outright making fun of him or harsh teasing is an immediate turn off, but light jokes to ease his nerves is for sure welcomed since he’s very tense the first few times.

Give him time and you might even catch him cracking a small joke himself, all the while giving you a weak, nervous smile.

H- hair

He doesn’t trim or shave anything lmao. He’s busy, and also doesn’t care literally at all. He’s got a thin happy trail that can be easy to miss since he's blonde.

He’s got the same energy with your body hair, he doesn’t care. If you do shave he might ask why, just out of curiosity. If your reason is insecurity, he’ll probably suggest you let it grow, he doesn’t care and he’s the only one who’ll ever see it lmao

I- intimacy

It’s an awkward “i hope to fuck I’m doing this right” kind of intimacy. He fumbles and messes up a lot, he might even accidentally miss when thrusting and end up just kinda rubbing himself on you but he’s really trying. Just from the fact he’s willing to try this at all with you is a big sign that he’s really trying his best to be as intimate as he can with you.

J- jerk off

Before meeting you, not a lot actually. He mostly just did it if he ever woke up from a wet dream and knew that if he didn’t take care of it now he’d never be able to get back to sleep.

After your first time together, his first time, he thinks back the immeasurable pleasure a lot, finding himself in need of relief a lot more than he ever did before. You are the catalyst to his drive, and you are also the only thing he can think about that can help him cum. It’s kinda sweet in a perverted way.

K- Kinks

He will bite you. It’s just so easy to bruise you and it makes your relationship status to others so obvious, he can’t just… not bite you.

Marking, going along with the biting kink. This goes both ways, he’d love for you to scratch at his back enough to leave red marks, to bite as his collarbone, grip his hips tight enough to bruise. He likes looking at the marks later, they remind him that he did good, he made you feel good, that’s all he really wants.

He doesn’t exactly have a breeding kink as much as this goes along with the marking aspect. Suggest to him that he cum deep inside you to mark your insides… he might give you 2-3 loads just to make sure you're nice and full, completely claimed.

He also kinda likes to make you cry. Overstimulating you to the point of tears gives him a sense of pride he hasn’t really felt before.

He really likes temperature play as well, dragging ice cubes and hot wax across your skin and watching you flinch and squirm just does something to him.

And of course, light bondage. He probably found out it was a thing after reading some kinda erotic fiction and immediately went to you like “why did you not tell me about this?????” He adores how to look all tied up and stuck, right in the palm of his hands. It makes him feel emotional as well, that you’re willing to give him such a powerful amount of control over you.

Last but not least, please praise him. During sex as well as day to day. Let him know he’s so pretty, he’s doing so good, he’s cock feels so so good, he might cum on the spot.

L- location

The first time he’d really need it to be in a secluded, safe area. He’s gotta feel comfy if he’s gonna get into the mood.

Every other time? Babes you’ve awakened a beast, he’ll get random spikes of “if I don’t at least try to fuck them I will scream”. You could be in the middle of a forest running from an axe wielding murderer and this horny bastard would still find a way to pull you aside and rail you against a tree.

There most likely isn’t a spot in your home that he hasn’t fucked you against.

Peaceful moment of washing dishes? Think again, he’s plopping you on the kitchen counter and diving to mouth at your neck.

Writing some papers? Just sit on his lap, you’ll feel much less stressed with his cock buried to the hilt, won’t you?

Doing laundry? Might have to rewash them cause now he’s using the clothes as a bed to fuck you on. He’ll apologize and help you fold them after they’re rewashed bc he feels bad lmao

M- motivation

Like I said, he’s set off by the smallest things. A little stretch, wiping some water off on your pants, humming a song, all of it can randomly make him feel the need to fuck you.

The most intense and quickest way to rile him up is either playing with his hair, or massaging his back. It starts out innocent but he just can’t take the thought of your pretty hands working so lovingly and not at least trying to reciprocate and make you feel good too.

N- no

No sharing. He doesn’t want someone else to see you, and he doesn’t want someone else to see him. It’s just not something he likes.

He also hates humiliation. He… would tolerate it if you asked for it, even if he doesn’t get why you’d want him to outright insult you. But for himself? Fuck no, he hates it so fuckin much. He’s a sensitive insecure puppy that wants your attention very badly, pls don’t hurt him like that :(

O- oral

Oh please give him oral. He’s begging. Well, he’d never outright beg but the way his eyes fixate on your mouth a lot is his way of silently pleading for you to wrap your lips around his cock. His soul ascends a little every time he sees his cum dribbling down your face, he might be even willing to make out with his cum still on your tongue.

As for giving, he’s got no clue what the hell he’s doing but he’s nervously eager to try. Guide him as best you can, he’s good at measuring your reactions so he can handle the rest. Tug on his hair a little bit if you wanna drive him crazy.

He’ll get a lot better with time, his eagerness to please however, does not leave him in the slightest.

P- pace

The first time? Slow and unsure, then he realizes “oh fuck this feels stupid good” and his pace becomes almost punishing. He doesn’t really know what he’s doing, he’s unknowingly going deeper and harder than you've ever been dicked down in your life. If you want him to, somehow, go harder? Grab his hand and place it over your stomach to make him feel his cock enter you through your skin, his hand slides down to grip your hips and slams into you, wiggling his hips without withdrawing to gain some of his sanity back before he’s back to a punishing pace.

Q- quickies

Oh hell yea. He lives for them. Sudden moments of horniness come to him all the time and since this spike in desire is brand new, he hasn’t really… learned to live with it yet. He pulls you aside into closets and alleyways all the time, he can’t help that you feel so warm and snug :(

R- risk

He doesn’t exactly enjoy the thought of a voyeur, he really doesn’t want to share you with anyone. But… there is a deeper part of him that finds a sense of pride if someone were to hear you getting absolutely pounded by him, desperately crying out and whining for him to go deeper, even better if they were someone who pined for you….

S- stamina

Well, to be frank he cums pretty quickly. It’s all so brand new to him, he really can’t help it. Lucky for you, his refractory time is crazy low. He can cum once, watch you do some mindless motion you always do and he’s right back to being hard again in minutes.

T- toys

Not against it, but is again, brand new to all this shit. He’s very interested in using your own toys against you though. Would definetly use a vibrater to edge and overstim you. He’d be interested in a cock ring, only if you were willing to endure a vibrator while he fucks you, he doesn’t wanna be the only one struggling lmao

U- unfair

He can be, yea. He kinda likes edging you, but not as much as he likes overstimulating you.

He loves to hear how you beg under him when he’s pulling you so close to the edge, keeping you just far enough to drive you insane.

Overstimming though? The way you twitch and beg, how your chest heaves and your mouth hangs open into a silent scream, eyes shut tight and watering, now that’s the good shit.

V- volume

Doesn’t talk much, but for sure gives out a lot of groans. This is something he’s never felt before in his life, the first few times you're going to get a lot of whines and surprised yelps, check up on him and make sure he’s still doing alright, he’s just very nervous.

As he gets more comfortable, he gives you quiet praises and promises to make you feel good. He also groans quite a lot, but since his voice is deeper it can be hard to catch.

W- wild card

He really wants to try using his prosthetic arm for temperature play, he’s just not at all confident in himself enough to bring it up. He likes the thought of you jumping and squirming under his touch, for now he can just stick to wax play.

X- X Ray

Mans is actually pretty fuckin big. He’s got no idea how big he is though. If you were surprised and a little nervous about his size he’d be pretty confused, is there something wrong? Did you change your mind? The concept of him being well above average is something you’ll have to explain later. It boosts his ego quite bit, even if he’d never admit it.

Whine about him being too big and you can just see the pride swelling in his chest, giving you no mercy with his thrusts.

Y- yearning

Often. Very very often. He’d fuck you multiple times every day if he had the time. However, you’re both busy, and you’d probably get a UTI with how many times this man wants to dick you down lmao. He’s got his cock buried in you at least 4-5 times a week.

Z- zzz

Actually pretty quickly. Even if he prefers being in control during sex, he kinda likes being the little spoon as he drifts to sleep. Give him some soft praises about how well he did and he’s turning into jello in your hold.