#characters are allowed to be human and make mistakes

[golden-redhead]

You know, I don't have a problem with Gi-hun sacrificing himself. I think it's pretty in character for him to do that after everything he went through. I also understand that in its own way, sacrifice is an act of rebellion, a fuck you to a system that continued to exploit and beat him down at every chance. I even firmly believe that him choosing a baby, an innocent life, over himself, especially with him being weighed down by all the guilt and regrets, was the ending that made the most sense.

So, no, I'm not one of those people who would say the act itself was out of character or that Gi-hun should have survived no matter what. I think his ending is pretty in line with what we've seen from him through the seasons. It is a culmination of all of his growth and I do think it was, at least on some level, a truly beautiful scene. Although, to be fair, most of the praise should go to the actor who truly can convey so much emotion with a simple look, no words necessary.

What is my issue then? Well, above anything else, what I find jarring and kinda unbelievable about the ending is how he doesn't actually know if he's ensuring the baby's safety.

It just doesn't feel like the same guy who went out of his way to find Sae-byeok's family or ensure that Sang-woo's mother's is taken care of. He knows what the games do to people, he knows how they exploit and exploit until you have nothing left to give. He has no guarantee that this child won't be groomed to continue the games. He has no way to ensure his promise is actually fulfilled.

I won't go as far as to say that it's a shit ending, mostly because I'm still processing and still need to settle on on what I actually think about it. But even though I can absolutely stan Gi-hun for taking a stand, for going out on his own terms, the way it was portrayed feels more defeatist than anything else. And I honestly don't think it was meant to be interpreted that way considering that they still kept this theme of hope prevailing in small ways with some of the surviving characters. Regardless of what they intended, though, this IS how this ending comes off in a lot of ways and I don't think it's unwarranted.

And it shows in how people are reacting, especially since it's A LOT to ask the audience to care more for a random baby than for characters we spent seasons establishing and getting invested in. I think the baby's inclusion in the story, while on paper interesting and in line with the symbolism of the series and fundamental questions this show asks, was... well, maybe not a mistake per se, but definitely a Choice. Not necessarily a good one. Especially since we know that the baby won't die. So at some point, the question became less about who will win the game and more about whether it'll be the sole survivor or not.

I think what frustrates many people the most, though, is that Gi-hin didn't have to die. I think more people would be open for this ending if they showed it as a situation with no solution, no hope. Him or the baby, no loopholes, no other options. But since there was still clause 3 and babies can't exactly vote, the game could have ended right there. The ending doesn't really give us a good reason as to why Gi-hun didn't opt for the option that would allow him to truly fulfill the promise and take care of Jun-hee's baby, give it a better chance at life. Which feels like a strange cop out considering that him doing that IS actually perfectly in line with the message of the show and, even more importantly, with Gi-hun's stance. This is precisely what he did at the end of season 1, choosing to believe and also prove through his own actions, that as long as you're alive, you can still make better choices. You can believe in humanity, even if it seems hopeless at times. Many people won't choose that option. Many will turn a blind eye to all the suffering and will even contribute to it if it means getting ahead.

I don't know, maybe I'm too much of an idealist, maybe I let myself believe in Gi-hun too much, but I think that that message and that Gi-hun, the one who chose to believe even when things sucked and people disappointed him, felt much more authentic to the story's overall message.

Him choosing death when there were still options feels defeatist.

It feels like him acting against the very thing he wanted to prove.

And it would be one thing if the whole message was supposed to be about the games beating this hope and conviction out of him.

It would be one thing if it was truly the only way to ensure the baby's safety and finish that game.

But it wasn't.

And honestly? That feels very inconsistent with the show I watched.

[clueless-fan-critic]

KPOP Demon Hunters: Watched by a Late 20s Japanese Man

This Sony Animations film is a diamond in the rough for its interesting premise, captivating music, and super fun characters. It's a great movie if you want a taste of KPOP culture or haven't gotten sucked into the vortex that is KPOP.

The movie follows the latest line of three woman named Huntr/x as a KPOP girl group using their music to form the mystical Honmoon and protect humanity from demons. Now they must take on rival boy band Saja Boys while fighting more and more demons under the command of the demon king Gwi-Ma. Now let's get into this new movie for a fun rollercoaster adventure.

Who are Huntr/x?

Huntr/x consists of three different but talented Korean women: lead singer Rumi, voiced by Arden Cho, dancer Mira, voiced by May Hong, and rapper Zoey, voiced by Ji-young Yoo. Each character has a distinct trait that makes them stand out yet blend perfectly together.

I love that these characters are allowed to be real and flawed. They do a lot of anime-type goofy comedy that make them more relatable, thus much more interesting to watch. Huntr/x definitely don't have everything together, they're not flawless, unstoppable women. Instead, they're regular people with shame and fears who happen to be famous KPOP stars/demon hunters. But still people.

Don't get me wrong, writing female characters as strong isn't bad. I wish there were more. But there's this tendency to make them Mary Sues who don't make mistakes or are flawlessly powerful without real effort. Like it's more about the message than the person. The main characters have the freedom to be real characters without the baggage of having too much to say.

Jinu and the Saja Boys

Jinu and the Saja Boys are the main antagonists of the movie along side the demon king Gwi-Ma. They become a boy band to take away fans from Huntr/x and weaken the Honmoon. They're the typical KPOP boy band that blew up into popularity out of nowhere much like in real life. The only fleshed out member is Jinu while the others are more stand-in characters with no character moments.

Jinu is a 400-year old demon who took a deal from Gwi-Ma to raise him out of poverty but abandoning his family. He wants to get rid of his shame by forgetting and being free. Upon meeting Rumi, Kinu begins a slow but strong connection to her as they discuss their shame and self-loating. This connection leads him to sacrifice himself for Rumi and help her defeat Gwi-Ma.

Honestly, Jinu is more or less a typical male romanic interest for Rumi. But he does give Rumi the push to understand the humanity behind his demonic self and making peace with her own demons.

Themes

The struggles with shame and self-loathing play a major role in the film. The main characters have their own insecurities, flaws, and sins. Rumi's demonic patterns, Jinu's choice to abandon his family, Mira as a problem child, and Zoey's sense of identity. The way Gwi-Ma uses these feelings as a method of control makes him very dangerous to people at their most vulnerable. Making them believe he's the only hope they have left and being willing to hold onto that no matter the consequences.

Rumi's struggles with hiding her demonic heritage and finding connections with Jinu can be interpreted as people struggling with a lot of things. Mental health, sexuality, gender identity, and so on. Rumi's confrontation with Selene feels heartbreakingly real in how loved ones try to change something about their significant others that don't fit into their beliefs despite how they would "love" them. It is only after when being seen at her most vulnerable and lowest is that she can finally be free to truly express herself and find true connection with her friends.

Music and Animation

The strongest element in the movie is the music. But combining it with the Spiderverse-inspired animation makes it a spectacle to watch in full. All of the music so good, but my favorite songs are "How it's Done" and "Your Idol."

The opening fight/musical scene surrounding "How It's Done" perfectly captures Huntr/x in their element of fighting demons and performing on stage. High energy and powerful while showcasing the main characters.

"Your Idol" is the best villain song I've heard in a while. The Saja Boys' demonic appearances and usage of sinister colors make it look like a music video straight out of hell. It perfectly captures the intent of taking people's souls with evil glee and swagger.

When you really get into this movie, you begin to see connections that seem totally random but so obvious at the start when you really think about it.

My Little Pony Connections

Okay, it's not the first movie to have a musical finale/showdown, but it's hard to ignore the similarities with one particular movie. My Little Pony Equestria Girls: Rainbow Rocks is the closest to the movie. They both have protagonists with music-based magical powers that fight a rival band as the main villains while overcoming personal issues in which the characters grow stronger.

Why Watch it?

The movie doesn't just appeal to KPOP fans, but also those who ever felt ashamed about things in their lives they can't control and learning to move forward without forgetting it or finding quick fixes. The music, animation, and characters are great without feeling superficial or those projects just done for a "cash grab." If anything, this may open a whole new door for people who've never heard of KPOP to get on the bandwagon. Hopefully, we get some news on a sequel that brings it harder. Or not. I think fantastic without the unnecessary sequels or spinoffs.

[annymaght]

Hate Kenji this, hate Darius that, hate Brooklynn over there...

A protagonist who does morally grey shit is a well written and compelling character!!

They'd be boring and shallow as fuck otherwise.

[requinoesis]

After noticing patterns over the years, I created this list with 13 points to score the level of stereotypes about sharks present in a work. I believe that most of these stereotypes have their main origin in the film Jaws (1975).

With the scarcity of works that explore other creative approaches to sharks, beyond the “man-eating ” narrative, Jaws ended up consolidating itself as the greatest source of inspiration and creative reference for many productions to this day. This was called “The Jaws Effect”. 🩸🦈

I've noticed that certain patterns in the creative world repeat themselves to the point of being tedious, which bothers me. Not because they're bad, but because in many cases they're harmful. With these points, I hope to show sharks in a new light.

🩸1 - Great White Shark Popularized by the Jaws movie, the Great white shark has become the dominant archetype in the representation of sharks in fiction. Often, works choose to use this shark or a generic gray version of imprecise anatomy, with no defined species. However, there are over 400 species of shark, and very few are explored creatively.

🩸2 - Man-eater The persistent idea that sharks have humans as a natural part of their diet is one of the most widespread stereotypes. Although there are reports of incidents, most attacks are isolated and often by mistake. Any animal, including humans, could turn to unexpected sources of food in a situation of desperation or starvation.

🩸3 - Forced Behavior It's common to see sharks portrayed with distorted or exaggerated behaviors that don't match their nature just to cause tension, such as:

Hunting small fish, ignoring the fact that sharks avoid expending energy on low-energy prey.

Abandoning easy prey just to arbitrarily chase the protagonist.

Going crazy at the smell of blood.

Showing a wild and constant hunger.

Obsessively pursuing a single prey.

Making aggressive shark species known for being peaceful or timid.

Attacking and destroying objects, structures or vessels with disproportionate fury just to reach someone.

🩸4 - Monstrous appearance It's common to see sharks' appearance exaggerated to intensify visual fear, making them look like monsters rather than real animals:

A gaping mouth, with huge, crooked teeth that are constantly stained with blood.

Menacing, demonic red, black empty and soulless eyes.

Body covered in grotesque scars, exposed wounds and even weapons embedded in the skin.

A disproportionate figure, with pointed shapes, a swollen or deformed body.

Bizarre mutations that completely alter their anatomy.

Technological modifications to make them more weapon-like, emphasizing the idea of the "Killing Machine".

🩸5 - Shark de-characterization Especially in children's works, in order to be accepted by the public or the other characters in the plot, the shark is often forced to change its identity. It is transformed into a “domesticated” version, such as:

Becoming a vegetarian or a toothless shark, losing its ecological role as a predator.

Taking on exaggeratedly “funny” behavior, becoming a caricature.

Having its behavior and appearance altered to look more like a dolphin or other friendly shape, excluding striking features such as prominent fins, visible gills or a fusiform snout.

Choose to portray a specific species of shark because it seems more “friendly” to the public, such as the whale shark.

🩸6 - Limited Nature The representation of sharks in fiction is usually limited to sensationalist aspects, such as the power of their bite, the old phrase that they "smell a drop of blood in 2 million liters of water", or things like "killers from the womb".

However, sharks have some very interesting characteristics that are little explored creatively:

Acute hearing, capable of picking up sounds more than a kilometer away in the ocean.

Their electroreception, which allows them to perceive tiny electrical impulses emitted by living prey and even sense the electromagnetic field around them.

Possible link between their migrations and the lunar phases.

Incredible healing capacity and immune resistance.

Skin made up of denticles made of the same material as our teeth.

They constantly change their teeth.

Longevity and they never stop growing.

Many fish such as rémoras and pilot fish depend on and live alongside sharks.

Sensitive to pressure changes and can even predict hurricanes and tropical storms.

🩸7 - Red Presence Striking presence of red, either with the presence of blood or the color present in the design. This emphasis on red reinforces the shark's direct association with violence, danger and death, contributing to the construction of the “bloodthirsty monster” stereotype.

🩸8 - Dark Music It is common for sharks to be associated with tense, dark and threatening soundtracks whenever they appear on the scene. More often than not, I notice that when sharks are mentioned in song lyrics, it is to express some sort of comparison to some negative stereotype.

🩸9 - Threatening setting Scenarios with sharks are almost always represented in a gloomy, dark, desaturated way, empty of marine life. The environment is treated as a dangerous place by nature, shipwrecks, dark caves, areas full of garbage, explosive mines or the inhospitable depths of the sea

🩸10 - Masculinization The theme involving sharks has always been very masculine. Shark characters are rarely female, while the human characters who interact with these animals, scientists, hunters, divers or specialists, are almost always white men. Women and minorities almost never occupy central or specialized roles in these narratives.

🩸11 - Villainization Sharks are often portrayed as villains by default, carrying negative and caricatured stereotypes, for example:

Gangster or mobster

Aggressor or school bully

Criminal or loan shark

Brutish idiot or dumb henchman

Corrupt politician or authoritarian fascist figure

Indomitable monster or irrational beast

Recurring enemy, obstacle or final boss in video games

🩸12 - Objectification Sharks are often treated as mere resources or utilitarian objects in fiction. They are represented as trophies, rewards, collectibles or consumables, as if they existed only to be hunted, exhibited or eaten.

This objectification also appears in the constant presence of jaws decorating environments, teeth used as accessories, fins amputated as an ingredient, and in the display of the animal's body in a morbid way: corpses exposed, dead body hung and displayed as a trophy in harbor, parts dissected or being devoured by other creatures.

🩸13 - Death As if it weren't enough to have become a symbol of death incarnate, even in animations aimed at children, sharks almost always have the same fate: death. What's worse, their death is usually celebrated as a relief or a victory.

Impaled, butchered, set on fire, crushed, blown up, fished out or killed by another "heroic" creature, tossed about by hurricanes… In many cases, these scenes are treated with humor or graphic exaggeration, turning the destruction of the shark into a spectacle.

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I was unsure about publishing this list as it is just personal observations from someone who loves sharks. A few people asked me for this list and said it would be worth posting, don't take it too seriously.

These stereotypes are not necessarily bad or invalid, after all, we are talking about works of fantasy and fiction. However, they could be resignified through new creative ideas that arouse feelings other than fear and terror.

Although many people's passion for sharks arose precisely from movies like Jaws and the stereotypes it popularized, it's important to remember that these same elements have been repeated almost unchanged for decades. This exhaustive repetition was largely because it was profitable, turning sharks into yet another victim of entertainment capitalism. Over time, this type of representation ended up distancing ordinary people from the reality of these animals, reinforcing fear rather than curiosity. Nowadays things are a little better, but not better enough.

The reality of sharks goes far beyond that. They are mysterious and fascinating animals, older than the first trees or dinosaurs. They have survived five mass extinctions, incredibly adapted from the abyssal depths to mangroves and freshwater rivers. They have unique senses and behaviors that are still shrouded in mystery, as well as a biology so singular that it inspires advances in science and technology. For many ancient cultures, sharks are revered as true gods of ocean balance.

I dare say that by looking after the health of the seas for millions of years, sharks made it possible for our own species to emerge from the depths of the primordial ocean. They are, in a way, guardians of our cradle of origin. And so we owe them a great deal of respect and preserve them at all costs.

To date, no creative work has managed to surpass “Jaws”. Who will be creative enough to create a new work and transform the collective imaginary of sharks from fear to fascination? 🦈✨

[mrchoppedslefthand]

Homicipher Random Headcanons/Scenarios [NSFW]

Edit:11/07/2024

I desperately needed to post the random head canons and scenarios of our husbands that my brain kept cooking up (+ some from discord friends), so the list is not organized. Also, since we shape shift, I'm going to assume we can choose whenever we have a cock or pussy (because I want to be fucked and do the fucking) Anyways...enjoy the food thought.

Characters: Mr. Crawling, Mr. Chopped Mr. Silvair, Mr. Hood, Mr. Gap, Mr. Machete, Mr. Scarletella

Warnings: mentions of NSFW, mentions of some canon-typical violence, implications of dubcon, mentions of somnophilia, implied cuckold

Mr. Crawling

He can be submissive top. Constantly asking you if you love him during intimacy. He would ask if you enjoy playing with him as you pound yourself onto him. He would be a moaning mess and probably wouldn't know what to do about it as he clumsily places his hands around your waist.

He would definitely eat you out without you asking once intimacy had been initiated.

Afraid of hurting you, he wouldn't be too rough, instead he would be more tender and gentler when it comes to intimacy.

He definitely would love it when you play with his hair, allowing you to braid it or do whatever as long it doesn't involve cutting his precious hair.

He actually gets jealous easily, but he doesn't verbalize it, instead he shows it through his actions.

He is better with his hands, than his cock. So sometimes you prefer that over his cock. His cock is more on the average/smaller side and it's cute.

He definitely has a praise kink.

Mr. Chopped

He lacks a body, so to make up for it he is extremely expressive and open with his feelings. Which makes him a little fun to bully, to see all those cute expressions he could make.

He probably would be very good with his mouth and tongue, let him be your personal rose toy/fleshlight if you will. He can't fight back and have no choice but to whimper about it.

Imagine getting sick and fainting with him nearby, he can't move or do anything but helplessly cry for you to wake up and starts crying out help for Mr. Silvair to come help him and you.

Maybe one day, for a day of tricks and pranks. Mr. Stitch will allow Mr. Chopped a day in his body, so they swap places, stitching Mr. Chopped in place of Mr. Stitch's head. It had been a very long time since Mr. Chopped felt sensations beyond his head, so he happens to be very sensitive and clumsy with his hands. Everywhere you touch overwhelms him, he melts and becomes a moaning mess, but Mr. Chopped isn't the only one feeling all these sensations. Mr. Stitch can still feel it too. He is intrigued by today's type of play.

He definitely would be more on the whiny and needy side when it comes to pleasure, he lacks a body, but he can still feel lust. He can't do anything about it, which makes him extremely needy and extra pouty.

Mr. Silvair

Definitely would have had intimacy with other ghosts/humans before to research the body and performance during mid transformation if it differed.

Imagine one day he finds a mysterious liquid that fell from the 'other world' and feeds it to you, himself and the other ghosts in your crew. Only to find out it was an aphrodisiac. It was the first time he felt such a strong sensation of lust. At first, he mistakes this strong desire to be violence, so he starts to self-inflict wounds onto himself. You attempt to stop him, but soon find yourself to be underneath him as he bites into your neck, drawing blood. Surprised at seeing the often-composed man, turning into a ravage beast. You somehow manage to find something to tie him up and have your way with him.

He probably likes overstimulation on you...but also himself. He would love to research on how much his body can go and handle.

He would actually be a switch, for research purposes. To take and give he'd do anything for research. It had been long long ago since his body used to be human, and he often forgets about his own experiences if he doesn't write them down, but no worries, he has you by his side now to keep remembering.

Mr. Hood

He is quiet but speaks whenever he finds it suited for. But if you need him, he would be happy to talk with you.

He is a bit insecure about his body, he doesn't have arms or hands or even legs, he is an entity of nothing. The clothes are what shape his form, and well maybe he not entirely a entity of nothing. You had a glimpse before, a small glimpse and sensation of a squishy and somewhat slimy part that had belonged to him. You never mentioned though, but if it was you'd love him still anyways.

He realized that some words had been a bit harder for you to keep in mind and remember and so he thought of a special way to get you learning. Learning with what humans call pleasure. He fucks you and asks you what certain things are, and if you get it wrong, he denies you from coming. You have become determined to learn your words properly even more so now. Because if you remember you get rewarded with the most absolute fulfilling fuck of your life.

Since most of his body is invisible or nothing. If you mouth fucked him you would be able to see that real good, it is strangely erotic watching your cock move inside his mouth.

Mr. Gap

When you're sleeping, sometimes he might just cuddle against your leg or lower half. He loves the feeling of warmth, compared to his hollow darkness.

He definitely seems like the type of person to eat you out while you're asleep. Playing around and waiting for you to wake up to watch your reaction. Of course, he would only do this though if he knew you'd allow it. He values consent.

Imagine taking your backpack to school and you have to take out a pencil for a test. When you open your backpack, you realize it is just an empty void and hear a voice asking for your heart in exchange for the pencil. Yeah... you accepted your fate. You just failed your exam...

When you become a moaning mess under him, he can't understand but he knows that from your sweet voice, and moans, that it's a good thing. He knows to keep continuing.

One day Mr. Gap gathers his usual newspapers that fall from the rubble or somehow manages to grab one from the human realm. He notices a magazine that discusses about marriage and giving rings on the fourth finger. Intrigued about this idea, he asks you for your all four of your fingers, but you misunderstand and refuse to give him your fingers. He's sad but soon you later find out that he was asking for your hand in marriage, literally but also figuratively.

Mr. Machete

We would wonder aimlessly for an eternity together searching for his/your home. But eventually our subconscious would recognize each other as home instead.

He would definitely mock and laugh at how fast you would falter/melt under his touch. Calling you "weak" for coming so fast but would give kisses here and there after the mocking.

He'd probably be into throat fucking and laugh at you looking pathetic, he loves reactions that aren't boring, so seeing you choke on his cock seems like a great idea.

He definitely would come inside most of the time.

When he fucks you, his cock would probably bulge out a little from your stomach, fascinated by it he'd roughly press his hand down near that area.

He is our beefy dumb macho, perfect.

If you mouth/fucked him he would tell you he feels nothing, but his eyes would already be red and tearing. He's a pathetic coward.

Mr. Scarletella

He belongs to you, and you belong to him, together forever, in a hellish world. He loves the destruction you bring into his life and does the same for you.

Oh boy, he would absolutely devour you, his queen, in pleasure. Fuck you stupid to the point you're just a blabbering mess, hands on waist, and long fingers in your mouth, as he pounds deeply into you.

He seems like the type of guy to fuck you during your period.

Definitely gets jealous easily and he makes it know when he gets that way.

Imagine your fucked/fucking another ghost and you hear static within the distance, the sound slowly starts to come closer and closer until you hear the static in the room. Your crimson servant arrives and witnesses your fantastic display of intimacy. Jealous, he kills them and becomes extra possessive and quite terrifying, but you love it so much. How he seems so lost and pathetic without you.

You don't know his name, but neither does he know yours. Despite this disconnect, you still manage to give him some sort of other named to be called. It's connected to your name, but he knows it's not all of it, he can't fully whisk you away, but he's okay with that. You are still bound to him for an eternity anyway.

If Mr. Scarletella went back to the human world with you instead, he would appear to be the one most suited for fitting in. Just slack some foundation on his face, make him wear gloves and he would blend in quite well. Well...except for his odd habit of asking every stranger for their name and laughing and giggling crazily each time.

He would have a praise and degradation kink, he's not a whore. He's YOUR whore. He likes being YOURS.

[imastoryteller]

10 Tips for Crafting Authentic Characters

Give them depth: Create characters with multidimensional personalities, including strengths, weaknesses, quirks, and flaws. They should have a mix of virtues and vices that make them relatable and interesting.

Provide backstory: Develop a detailed backstory for each character, even if only a fraction of it makes it into your story. Understanding a character's past experiences, traumas, and motivations will inform their actions and decisions in the present.

Show their emotions: Allow your characters to express a range of emotions realistically. Show how they react to different situations, both internally and externally, to make them feel human and relatable.

Give them distinct voices: Each character should have a unique way of speaking, with distinct vocabulary, syntax, and speech patterns. This helps readers differentiate between characters and adds authenticity to their dialogue.

Create internal conflicts: Give your characters inner struggles and conflicting desires that they must grapple with throughout the story. Internal conflicts add depth and complexity to characters, making them more believable.

Show their relationships: Develop meaningful relationships between characters, whether they're familial, romantic, platonic, or adversarial. Show how these relationships evolve and influence the characters' development over time.

Make them evolve: Characters should grow and change over the course of the story, driven by their experiences and the challenges they face. Allow them to learn from their mistakes, overcome obstacles, and develop as individuals.

Ground them in reality: Anchor your characters in the real world by giving them relatable experiences, hobbies, jobs, or cultural backgrounds. Incorporating realistic details adds depth and authenticity to their portrayal.

Show their flaws: Imperfect characters are often the most compelling. Don't be afraid to showcase your characters' flaws and vulnerabilities; these imperfections make them more relatable and human.

Give them agency: Allow your characters to drive the plot forward through their actions, decisions, and choices. Avoid making them passive observers or mere vehicles for the story's events. Characters with agency feel more authentic and engaging to readers.

[eepy-cookies]

I will ask as anon for I’m to scared to ask otherwise but can we please have more art of

Characters: Shadow Milk Cookie x G/N! ReaderContent Warning: Angst, Hurt/Comfort

You made a little story of with that title and I swear you made one art of it and I really want to see more art of it like a little sorry book if that happen if that’s okay for I love the story so much how we meet shadow milk again after we waked up

I didnt made a title at that time since I just want to type a one shot. So I might as well add some explanations about this with only two arts! Oh btw, if anyone is a bit offended by this. I’m sorry. Your warned in advance about the yapping.

About his name: He can be called as either Blueberry Milk Cookie, Blue Moon Cookie, Blueberry Yogurt Cookie, and etc tho its safe to call him Sage of Truth. At that time his soul jam is similar to Pure Vanilla for a good solid reason, it was the first original soul jam but I do want to add a tiny head-canon that there should be a “closed eye” to his soul jam but the canon was just like Pure Vanilla’s. Just like what happens at the Blueberry Yogurt Academy before it was abandoned, it was ONCE his second history wanting to teach the cookies more knowledge while his first being crated. Plus meeting Y/N Cookie allowed him to experience what falling in love feels like.

About Y/N Cookie: They made their own appearance as a mortal cookie but had an incurable illness that the witches made a mistake, but what if it wasn’t and it was part of their experiment? Although it was very cruel Y/N Cookie was one of the cookies who suggested Sage of Truth to create that said academy to not find a way to get the cure but also to create memories that can last through time. But they knew their time is up and yet they wanted to live more just to see him one more time, after all they love him.

About the Incurable Illness: Its hard to find a better title for the name so lets call it “Incomplete Dough Illness” its just similar to humans who had disabilities that won’t let them survive much longer, however even tho it’s incurable it’s incurable since it was THE PAST before modern technology was introduced to the new generation of cookies, wether or not it can be cured it can never be cured despite everything.

The life longer spell: A spell casted by the Sage of Truth before he had become Shadow Milk Cookie, it extended a cookies lifespan thus converting them to become almost immortal, the word almost is that a Crescent Moon needs to be presented in order for that spell to perform well. The consequences is becoming corrupted and if that caster perishes that person perishes with them. If that person is also sealed they are comatose until the seal is broken and if that unconscious person is touched or worse that unfortunately cookie will live the most unluckiest and cursed life till they perish.

What happens to them: Shadow Milk Cookie took Y/N Cookie with him to a more safer place. Of course that would make the other cookies worry but Pure Vanilla told them that they will be find, after all Y/N Cookie is the ONLY COOKIE Shadow Milk Cookie recognize despite them being new in a newer world that cannot go back. Of course this time Shadow Milk Cookie CANNOT afford to let go of Y/N Cookie, they are immortally connected with him but they are still weak so they need good care by Shadow Milk Cookie himself (it has become a connected soulmates). If that makes you happy you can see Y/N Cookie still being sweet to him despite everything, sure it takes alot of time for them to understand but you should know that they are an understanding and wise cookie.

Bonus: Shadow Milk Cookie got a kiss in the end. A comforting one. ❤️

[felassan]

Dragon Age: The Veilguard info compilation Post 1

Post is under a cut due to length.

There is a lot of information coming out right now about DA:TV from many different sources. This post is just an effort to compile as much as I can in one place, in case that helps anyone. Sources for where the information came from have been included. Where I am linking to a social media user's post, the person is either a dev, a Dragon Age community council member or other person who has had a sneak peek at and played the game. nb, this post is more of a 'info that came out in snippets from articles and social media posts' collection rather than a 'regurgitating the information on the official website or writing out what happened in the trailer/gameplay reveal' post. The post is broken down into headings on various topics. A few points are repeated under multiple headings where relevant. Where I am speculating without a source, I have clearly demarcated this. if you notice any mistakes in this post, please tell me.

as this post hit a kind of character limit, there will probably be at least 1 more post. :)

Character Creation

CC is vast [source] and immensely detailed [source]

We will enter CC straight after Varric's opening narration [source]

You are given 5 categories to work your way through in CC: Lineage, Appearance, Class, Faction, Playstyle. Each of these has a range of subcategories within them. There are 8 subcategories within the "head" subcategory" in "Appearance" alone [source]

Lineage dictates things like race (i.e. human, elf, dwarf, qunari) and backstory [source]

Backstories include things like factions. Factions offer 3 distinct buffs each [source]

There are dozens and dozens of hairstyles [source]

There are separate options for binary and non-binary pronouns and gender [source]

"BioWare's work behind the scenes, meanwhile, goes as deep as not only skin tones but skin undertones, melanin levels, and the way skin reacts differently to light" [source]

CC has a range of lighting options within it so that you can check how the character looks in them [source]

There are a range of full-body customization options such as a triangular slider between body types and individual settings down to everything from shoulder width to glute volume [source]. There are "all the sliders [we] could possibly want". The body morpher option allows us to choose different body sizes [source]

All body options are non-gendered [source]

They/them pronouns are an option [source]

Rook can be played as non-binary [source]

Individual strands of hair were rendered separately and react remarkably to in-game physics [source]

Special, focused attention was paid to ensuring that hairstyles "come across as well-representative, that everyone can see hairstyles that feel authentic to them, even the way they render" [source]

The game uses strand hair technology borrowed in part from the EA Sports games. The hair is "fully-controlled by physics," so it "looks even better in motion than it does here in a standstill" [source]

The ability to import our choices from previous games is fully integrated into CC. This will take the form of tarot cards - "you can go into your past adventures" and this mechanic tells you what the context was and what decision you want to make [source]

In CC we will also be able to customize/remake our Inquisitor [source]

A core tenet of the game is "be who you want to be" [source]

There are presets for all 4 of the game's races (human, elf, dwarf, qunari), in case detailed CCs overwhelm you [source]

Story

The story is set 9 years since Inquisition [source]

The Inquisitor will appear [source]

Other characters refer to the PC as Rook [source]. This article says they are "the Rook" [source]

The ability to import our choices from previous games is fully integrated into CC. This will take the form of tarot cards - "you can go into your past adventures" and this mechanic tells you what the context was and what decision you want to make [source]

The prologue is quite lengthy. A narrated intro from Varric lays the groundwork with some lore and explains about Solas [source]. In this Varric-narrated opening section, the dwarf recaps the events of previous games and explains the motivations of Solas [source] (Fel note/speculation: this sounds like this cinematic that we saw on DA Day 2023)

What happens first off is that Rook, who is working with Varric, is interrogating a bartender about the whereabouts of a contact in Minrathous who can help them stop Solas. The bartender does not play nice and we are presented with our first choice: talk the bartender down or intimidate them aggressively [source]

The first hour of the game is "a luxurious nighttime romp through a crumbling city under a mix of twinkling starlight and lavish midnight blue" (Minrathous) [source]. The game begins with a tavern brawl (depending on dialogue options) and a stroll through Minrathous in search of Neve Gallus, who has a lead on Solas [source]. Minrathous then comes under attack [source] by demons [source] (Fel note/speculation: it sounds like the demo the press played is what we saw in the Gameplay Reveal). Off in the distance is a vibrant, colorful storm where Solas is performing his ritual. [source] Eventually we come upon Harding. [source] and Neve. Rook and co enter a crumbling castle, where ancient elf secrets pop up, "seemingly just for the lore nerds". [source] Then we teleport to Arlathan Forest, have a mini boss fight with a Pride Demon, and there is the climactic confrontation with Solas. After a closing sequence, at this point it is the end of the game's opening mission. [source] (Fel note/speculation: So the Gameplay Reveal showed the game's opening mission)

The action in the story's opening parts starts off quite quick from the sounds of things: the devs wanted to get the player right in to the story. because, “Especially with an RPG where they can be quite lore-heavy, a lot of exposition at the front and remembering proper nouns, it can be very overwhelming.” [source]

BioWare wanted to make the beginning of Dragon Age: The Veilguard feel like the finale of one of their other games [source]

Rook's Faction will be referenced in dialogue [source]

Minrathous is beautiful, with giant statues, floating palaces, orange lantern glow and magical runes which glow green neon. These act "like electricity" as occasional signs above pubs and stores [source]

The story has a lot of darkness tonally. These dark parts of the game contain the biggest spoilers [source]. However, the team really wanted to build in contrast between the dark and light moments in the game, as if everything is dark, nothing really feels dark [source]

Our hub (like the Normandy in ME or Skyhold in DA:I) is a place called The Lighthouse [source] (Fel note/speculation: I guess this screenshot shows the crew in The Lighthouse? ^^)

Each companion has a very complex backstory, their own problems, and deep motivations. These play out through well-fleshed out character arcs and missions that are unique to them but which are ultimately tied into the larger story [source]

We will make consequential decisions for each character, sometimes affecting who they are in heart-wrenching ways and other times joyously [source]

Decisions from previous DA games will be able to be carried over, it will just work a bit differently this time [source]. The game will not read our previous saves. For stuff pertaining to previous games/choices, players will not have to link their accounts [source]

Characters, companions, romance

Varric is a major character [source]

Every companion is romanceable [source]

BioWare tried to make each character's friendship just as meaningful, regardless of romance [source]

If you don't romance a character, they may end up romancing each other [source]

There will be some great cameos [source]. Some previous characters are woven into the game [source]

Companion sidequests/optional content relating to companions is highly curated when it involves their motivations and experiences [source]

We could permanently lose some companions depending on our choices [source]

Our choices can influence if characters get injured and what they think about us [source]

The bonds Rook forges with companions determine how party members grow and what abilities become available [source]

Each companion has a very complex backstory, their own problems, and deep motivations. These play out through well-fleshed out character arcs and missions that are unique to them but which are ultimately tied into the larger story [source]

We will make consequential decisions for each character, sometimes affecting who they are in heart-wrenching ways and other times joyously [source]

Gameplay, presentation, performance etc

Each class (warrior, rogue, mage) has 3 specializations. The ones for Rogue are duelist, saboteur and Veil ranger [source]. (Fel note/speculation: Veil ranger reminds me of Bellara. Maybe this is her 'spec' too?)

Duelist gameplay involves a sharp combination of dashes, parries, leaps, rapid slashes and combos [source]

Faction-related buffs include being able to hold an extra potion or do extra damage against certain enemies [source]

Individual strands of hair were rendered separately and react remarkably to in-game physics [source]

Playstyle settings include custom, distinct difficulty settings for options as granular as parry windows, meaning "players who might fancy that playstyle but typically struggle with the finer points of combat can give it a go" [source]

Combat mechanics is a mix of real-time action and pause and play. Pausing brings up a radial menu split into 3 sections: companions to the left and right, Rook's skills at the bottom, and a targeting system at the top which helps get in focus on certain enemies. [source]. In the pause system you can queue up your whole party's attacks [source]

Tapping or holding the shoulder button pauses the game, allowing us to stop the action and issue orders to companions [source]

There is a system of specific enemy resistances and weaknesses [source]. Weaknesses and resistances plays a big role in combat and abilities are designed to exploit these accordingly [source]. An example is that "one character might be able to plant a weakening debuff on an enemy, and another enemy might be able to detonate them" [source]

There is a vast skill tree of unlockable options [source]

You can set up specific companions with certain kits, e.g. to tackle specific enemy types, to being more of a support, or as flexible all-rounders [source]

Healing magic returns [source]

Abilities can change together with elaborate results, e.g. one companion using a gravity well attack that sucked enemies together, another using a slowing move to keep them in place, and Rook using a big AOE to catch them all at once [source]

A shortcut system lets you map a few abilities to a smaller pinned menu at the bottom of the screen [source]

There are class-specific resource systems. For example, Rogue has "momentum", which builds up as Rook lands consecutive hits [source]

Each class will always have a ranged option [source]

Rogue Rook can do a sort of 'hip fire' option with a bow, letting you pop off arrows from the waist [source]

Warriors can throw their shield at enemies, and can build an entire playstyle around that using the skill tree [source]

There is light platforming gameplay [source]

The game runs on the latest iteration of the Frostbite engine [source]

The game targets 60 fps

On consoles it will feature performance and quality modes so we can choose our preferred visual fidelity [source]

The game is mission based [source]. Some levels that we go to do open up, some with more exploration than others. "Alternate branching paths, mysteries, secrets, optional content you're going to find and solve." [source]

Everything is hand-touched, hand-crafted and highly curated [source]

Some sidequests and optional content is highly curated, especially when it involves the motivations and experiences of the companions. In others we may be investigating for example a missing family, with an entire open bog environment to search for clues and a way to solve the disappearance [source]

Gameplay, presentation, performance etc continued, after the above bullet list hit a character limit

There is sophisticated animation cancelling and branching. Gameplay is action-like, and the design centers around dodging, countering, and using risk-reward charge attacks designed to break enemy armor layers [source]

The dialogue wheel returns [source]. It gives truncated summaries of the dialogue options rather than the full line that the character is going to say [source]

The bonds Rook forges with companions determine how party members grow and what abilities become available [source]

For stuff pertaining to previous games/choices, players will not have to link their accounts [source]

We can play the game fully offline [source]

There are no microtransactions [source]

The game itself is not as cell-shaded in look as the first trailer looked [source]

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[charafansmile]

Asriel could easily be like the god of familial love, of hopes and dreams, partnerships (friendships, companionship, puppy love if you must) and children/youth and then when he's flowey he could be the god of betrayal and spite, ala nemesis and eris. Still rooted in the ideas of love but twisted into what happens when love turns sour. Still a god of youth but also a god of lost time. Actually making him a minor god of time would also really work to tie into his character. Him being Pandora and the box at the same time would be interesting.

Transcript: ooh are we talking about reapertale? okay time to bring flowey into it because i was actually thinking about him recently—

first off, unrelated tangent, i think they did chara pretty decently? like, they used to be kind, but they were betrayed by monsterkind, etc etc. i like that, it honestly brings up what i think is a tragically unexplored part of their character. they hate monsterkind in some way for being so nice, and i think that’s why we can drive them to support genocide so quickly. i do think they shouldn’t have been evil right off the bat, of course, but hey! they’re a mythological figure. that stuff happens a lot in mythology, and more importantly it works in tangent to undertale.

flowey, though. god. amnesia does not suit him. they stripped him of character and expected him to still be flowey. it’s illogical. really reflects the early fandom’s perception of flowey and asriel as entirely different people. like being a flower makes you want to kill people or something. smh.

sorry i turned the topic to flowey but like. does he have to be the embodiment of despair. him being obsessed with chara is in-character i guess but he does it in such an out-of-character way. honestly that’s a big problem with every au! they make him a sweet little guy without actually addressing the roots of his canon problems. i mean, that or they make him the living embodiment of evil. they gave him the chara treatment, seriously.

he has so many layers though. it’s hard to fit him into one category. personally i’d make him some kind of pandora’s box thing. like an embodiment of the world’s pestilences where he used to be a closed box. helps highlight that he didn’t change, the box was always there, dying just opened it.

that might not make any sense. but man i’m tired of people making flowey chara’s lapdog. when in genocide he clearly sees himself as a partner in crime, at least until the end. (and then he defies them and ruins the whole killing humanity thing. so.) and don’t even get me started on pacifist. he tries to kill you repeatedly because he thinks you’re chara.

flowey is driven by (platonic!!) love. but it’s not the soft love you see on greeting cards or tv. it’s angry love. aggressive love. he’d do anything for the person he loves. even kill them.

honestly, maybe flowey would work better as a god of love. (yes i headcanon him as aroace but still.) “asriel” is soft, caring love. hugs and kisses and warm blankets and all that. “flowey” is the kind of love that slaps you in the face to get you up in the morning. he’s possessive, angry, passionate.

WHOO this got long.

[sidemari]

• Reunited •

Character: Viktor (Arcane) x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mature content ahead, so only 18+ are allowed to interact. Read responsibly and enjoy! Forgive me for any mistakes, English isn't my first language.

Context: After a cruel breakup some years ago, you both gave each other a chance to reconnect.

Did that feel pleasant. Humping against each other, clothes still restraining the entirety of the sensations, sincere confessions, rapid kisses that were full of hunger and devotion. The perfect scenery for a reconnection.

"It's not normal how much I missed you" He whispered against your neck, inhaling your scent.

"Viktor…" Your fingers caressed his hair strands with delicacy.

His soft lips trailed the path right to the sensitive spot under your ear, mumbling with a pleading tone a "Make me yours".

You guided him to sit on the bed, his back finding support against the headboard. Straddling his lap, you captured his lips on a kiss that initially was slow and pure before it turned into a urgent battle for dominance - a battle you lost on purpose.

His tongue explored your mouth with ease, igniting something inside of you only him could. You squirmed, pressing your own aching core against his crotch, earning a moan of his against your lips.

"Fuck, this f-feels good" His voice was hoarse from the kiss recently broken as his own hands hoovered against your hips before grabbing them with a strong grip, guiding your movements against his already hard shaft.

Shivering hands went from your hips to your torso, unbuttoning your shirt, exposing your bare chest, his eyebrows furrowing with the sight, eyes glowing in awe.

"You're so utterly perfect, so utterly beautiful" His voice was no more but a mewl as you blinked with affection to his words, giving him the chaste smile he fell in love with when he was just an undercity kid. "I can't get enough of you" His thumbs caressed your nipples, earning a whimper from you.

"Viktor-" His name left your lips in such delightful way.

"Keep humping against me, I wanna feel you" He pleaded as his skilled hands explored your breasts.

"Vitya…" He blinked slowly, inhaling slowly as if he was trying his very best to simply not fuck you dumb right there.

Your sounds were driving him insane.

Not only them, but your smell, the softness of your skin, your expressions and reactions made him feel human again.

"I need you now… Fuck, I need you so m-much" He gasped, sloppily taking of your clothes while you helped him with his own clothing.

He was dripping pre-cum, so ready to claim you as his once again. "Please-" You stole another kiss from him as your hand guided his cock to only tease your clit and folds, but he broke the kiss with urge to beg you.

"Please, my love… I need to be inside of you now" He muttered against your lips, control and reasoning long lost.

You sank yourself against him, his cock stretching your walls so deliciously, reaching the deepest part within you you shuddered.

You couldn't deny him anything.

Not when he looked so devoted under you.

Not when he begged to be inside of you.

"Viktor!" You moaned, your hand guiding him to leave a trail of kisses against your neck. For some seconds, you just enjoyed the sensation of having each other again, too overwhelmed to do much more.

"I missed this s-so much" His accent was more prominent than usual, a sign he wasn't really controlling his behavior, the pressure of always being untouchable and perfect long ignored.

You had taught him - oh, so patiently - that being vulnerable was human, that there was absolutely nothing wrong with that. It was so precious seeing him like this, accepting and finding comfort in being vulnerable around you.

Not much people besides you knew how adorable he could be, he wasn't the type of guy who would allow anyone to cross his usual facade so ordinarily.

His hand went to your heat, stimulating your clit with his slick fingers with the right amount of pressure to make you melt above him. Biting down your lips, you suppressed a moan, gaze still locked with his own.

"Can I?" You asked quietly against his ear, caressing his soft hair with love. He nodded, whispering a plea before gripping your hips once again, guiding your movements and speeding up the their rhythm.

Every time you felt his cock bottoming inside of you, you shivered in pleasure, gasping his name like it was the only word you knew. Before you could notice, one of his hands went to your face level.

"Open your mouth" He asked between pants, his middle and ring finger teasing your lower lip. You obeyed him, naively waiting for his next instruction. "Suck them" You coated his fingers with saliva, not breaking eye contact with him a single time. "Good girl" Your heart fluttered with those words.

"You feel so good" You whined, one of your hands reaching for the one on your hip, driving it to massage your breast. His thumb abused your sensitive nipple as his ministrations on your clit grew ardently. "Just like that…"

"Fuck, Viktor-" His fingers pinched your clit just to see your reaction and gods, did you leave the most precious sound until now escape from your lips.

You looked so painfully flawless.

Taking all of him, allowing him to claim you as his once again.

He couldn't help but squirm under you, thrusting his hips upwards just to fill you up deeper than usual.

"Ride me faster" He muttered before his mouth attacked your neck, leaving marks you probably wouldn't be able to hide so easily. You obliged his words, so close to coming undone it hurt.

He knew you with the back of his hands.

It was clear you were almost there.

(*Expression that means "my love" in Czech.)

"V-Viktor… I can't-" You whined, tears pooling the corner of your eyes, unable to finish your phrase.

"I know, me too, moje láska*" His hands caressed your back before pulling you impossibly close to him.

The tension inside of you snapped after some torturous seconds, your walls contracting around him in waves of pleasure. He followed, filling you up completely with his essence. You leaned against his chest, his heart pounding against your ear.

You didn't move.

You hadn't the strength to do so.

You just enjoyed the safety and warmth he offered you.

He softly kissed the top of your head, his fingers tracing patterns against the small of your back, sending shivers down your spine.

"I could stay like this forever" You muttered, snuggling against him.

A chuckle left his lips and your heart skipped a beat at the adorable sound. You had missed him so much.

"I thought you wouldn't allow me in again, after…" His voice dropped off, and you felt him swallowing hardly. "I'm grateful you forgave me when I only deserved contempt" His fingers combed your hair, making you soothe.

"You had a lot on your plate back then, I don't blame you"

"I do blame myself and perhaps I'll always do for shattering your heart back then. Still, I'm willing to prove you I can be the one you deserve"

[violet-eng]

F!reader spoils Lil Dragon!Zhongli... at first | Fluff🧸 (with dragon)+ 🔞 (with human Zhongli)

🎨by: @nagarnia_art and @JeanGreyCG

Summary: You're doing some research in the woods, looking for certain minerals, when you feel some tiny tiny eyes staring at you. After Zhongli morpps from a dragon to a human, things get a bit... hot...

Tw: with human Zhongli smut 🔞, PIV. Insinuations of breeding season, with dragon Zhongli just some cute Dragon behavior bc I ended up traumatized after writing some angst.

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Your research is going well. Your reports to the Fontaine Science Institute were successful during your last expedition, earning you praise from your superiors. You have been living in Liyue for over six months. After learning about minerals that can emanate energy, you sought out information to educate yourself on the subject. 

The rocks in Liyue seem to have a memory, possibly due to the work of their Archon or as a natural result of high evolution and energetic vestiges from ancient wars. 

Zhongli, the Parlor consultant, had told you about a spot at the foot of a valley that might interest you, and you were amazed. You had no reason to doubt the man's wisdom. You had formed a deep bond of friendship with him because you admire his extensive knowledge about everything. You set off almost immediately. He had offered to accompany you, but you had refused because you prefer to do your research alone, surrounded by nature and away from the attractive distraction that Zhongli could become.

Your friend is attractive, in a way that you tried to express in your letters to your friends at Fontaine, but never succeeded. Your banal words and names do not do justice to the physique of this man of unshakable character, steely sense, and tenacious gaze. You could not bear to make a mistake in his presence during the expedition, not because you were clumsy, but because his figure moved your senses, your ground, and betrayed your own perceptions.

So, as you walk through a pleasant area of foliage, covered by the fierce, scorching rays of the sun, you decide to let your guard down, to take off your jacket and your gloves. You use a ribbon to tie up your hair as you walk on, arriving at the place Zhongli had shown you beforehand. The passage is strangely comfortable, very suitable for a quiet investigation, full of strange figures of small rocks of irregular and curious shapes.

Under the canopy of large trees, you spread out your arsenal of tools on the grass, put on your protective visors, and get to work. Sequencing the rock profile takes little time, your agile skills allowing you to avoid unnecessary pauses or clumsy backtracking typical of an amateur. Then you take the samples, tiny particles that do not alter the correct and productive nature that King Geo has protected for years, and while you wait for the filtering to finish, a strange sensation runs down your spine.

You had let your guard down during your experiment, letting the peaceful appearance of the place convince you, something very unprofessional on your part. So you turn to the side and feel a presence. Among the bushes, you spot a pair of curious little spheres, and you jump as the leaves rustle in the presence of an unknown being. 

A deep relief washes over you as the creature in question appears on the scene. A small dragon, microscopic in physiognomy compared to adult forms, with curious eyes and a golden tail twisted into a spiral. Its little paws make furrows in the ground, its face dejected, as if it had been caught doing something illegal.

"Little one, have you been watching me all this time?" You ask the cute little creature, who hides his head between his front paws, realizing he can't do it with his tail, which isn't long enough.

"Come here, don't be afraid of me," you whisper, approaching it cautiously, holding out your hands.

The dragon gathers itself in its own anatomy, growling low, sounding almost like a common cat, you can't help but laugh at it. You bring your fingers up to the growling pellet and stroke its head, right between its underdeveloped horns. You notice a puff of breath coming from the little guy's nose.

"How cute, you liked that, didn't you?" you laugh as you stroke his head and then his back, causing the miniature dragon's tail to wag.

"Come, sit with me, we'll have to wait a long time until the filtering is finished," you take him in your hands, on your palms.

"Wow... I've never seen one of your species so small... and those scales," you comment, bringing your face close to the reptile's, "I'd swear you have very, very soft skin, you're very rare, uh," you add, while you turn to your tools, which emit a strange smell.

You leave the dragon on the ground and approach your machinery, no, nothing out of place... well, now you can turn your attention to the little guy who... what is he doing?

You notice the tiny creature rubbing against your foot, making strange squeaks. It's... it's mating with your shoe? You burst out laughing and shake your foot, pushing it away and picking it up again.

"You horny little bugger," you say, poking him in the nose, "I forgot that your species is in mating season. I regret to inform you that you will get nowhere with me, I am not of the same species... ours is impossible."

A sad sigh escapes from the little animal's chest, and you notice how its whole face becomes depressed, its horns and ears seem to droop in deep disappointment.

"Don't cry," you say, putting it on the ground in the grass and lying down in front of it, "we can play if you want, to distract you a little”.

That got his attention, because he looked at you again. He walks up to you with his little paws and puts one on your nose, he starts to sniff you with that little button in the middle of his little face.

"Ohhh... do you want a little kiss?" you ask, flooded with tenderness, "I would do anything to make you happy" you say, placing a tender kiss on the dragon's forehead. Is like a puppy...

The dragon retraces his steps, accelerating and rolling his head in madness. You see him writhing in place, as if he had suddenly fallen ill, and then... poof... a golden flash and a trail of smoke,  ike the one he had just exhaled through his nose. A faint wave of heat and a faint smell of sulfur as a figure began to form behind the column of smoke.

You straightened up in your seat as the column disintegrated, revealing the very embarrassed image of Zhongli, covering his mouth as he coughs, with traces of smoke and golden flames escaping from his throat.

He is wearing little clothing, a tunic of the same color as the skin of the dragon you spoke to earlier... is that perhaps...? 

"You," you point an accusing finger at Zhongli, and he looks at you with flushed cheeks, "what was that? Aren't you going to say anything about it?" you say to the man, appearing to be annoyed, although in reality, seeing him in that outfit has aroused something pleasurable in you.

"Well?" you insist.

"Are you going to give me that kiss or?" he interjects, his voice still weak and embarrassed.

His embarrassment fades for the next hour, during which he relentlessly thrusts himself into you, waiting for your boring explorer machine to end.

The filtering of the rocks continues, the particles falling into the vessel like sand in a crystal clock. The small machines emit tiny clicks and a faint plume of smoke and gas. The rumble of the cycle's drumbeat advances in rhythm with your moans as you feel Zhongli sink deep into you.

You lie on the grass, your pants and panties around your ankles, your hands on your head clinging to the foliage, your waist encircled by Zhongli's large hands holding you steady so he can work his way into your pussy. You feel his pelvic bone against your center, his balls against your skin, and then he pulls away to enter again. Gently, lovingly, afraid to break you and hurt you. He's painfully slow, but how good it feels.

You hear him make low, rasping noises as faint plumes of smoke rise from his nose, as when he looked like a dragon. His cock twists inside you, slapping against your cervix, massaging your wet, warm depths that mold to the shape of his member. You feel the warmth rush down your legs, an electric current coursing through every fiber of your limbs, your chest heaving in desperation.

The orgasm hits you both at the same time, decorating Zhongli's cock with a white ring as his cum spills into you like thick ropes from his ecstasy. He pulls back your panties and pants, leaving a chaste kiss on your cheek.

"May I mark you?" he asks with a look of honor, his face sublime and devoted.

"Don't even think about it," you say, joining in, noticing the sadness in his eyes, "we weren't even supposed to do it. It was just supposed to be a kiss and that's it," you seem to scold him, though it's you who's scolding yourself for being so unseemly and impetuous, though damn... you've enjoyed it so much... ....

Sensing your hostile tone, Zhongli wraps himself up and immediately transforms into his small reptilian form.

"Please stop being so dramatic," you express, leaning against one of the tree trunks and letting out a laugh. "Come back... I don't want to wait alone," you say, crossing your legs and putting your jacket down.

Zhongli, the dragon, approaches you with short steps, due to the length of his small legs, and climbs onto your lap, where he rubs the fabric of your coat, nestling into the fabric to take refuge, and lets out a yawn before closing his eyes and settling down for a nap. You stroke his back and coo to the little creature, feeling him purr like a cat.

"How cute you are when you sleep," you laugh, stroking his nose, causing him to bite your finger, "did you just mark me without my permission?" You ask, but he just squeals and jumps off your lap, looking for a way to escape. You catch him with your coat and throw it at him like a fleeing rat, but he manages to escape and hide in the bushes... you don't see him again for the rest of the afternoon, but you know that when you return to Liyue Harbour you will demand an apology, an explanation... and maybe a round two.

[dollwrites]

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!human!reader, from behind, rough sex, use of sex toys ( cockrings ), don’t ever wear or allow someone to wear a ring for longer than 30 minutes pls, noncon ( reader asks to stop, satan doesn’t ), all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

𝗱𝗼𝗹𝗹’𝘀 𝗯𝗮𝗱𝗮𝘀𝘀 𝗯𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗿𝗯𝘀 ∣ poll winner [ satan + cockrings ]

this had been a terrible idea.

but you’d only started to realize it now, when Satan wouldn’t slow down or ease up. it was the same, loud PLAP, PLAP, PLAP! over and over. heavy balls slapping against your swollen clit as he fucks you relentlessly.

“I— need—“ you were panting, trying to clench your fists, but the devil king had a tight grip on both of your elbows, keeping your arms jerked back towards him, using them like levers to wrench your body back into his rough thrusting of hips. “B—break!!”

a low growl vibrates from deep within his chest, the muscles in his arms tightening, veins bulging. he holds you in a vice as soon as you utter the word, as if solidifying the fact that he’s not going to let you go anywhere until he’s done. “Not so fast, hng, you’re the one that wanted me to wear this fucking thing in the first place, weren’t you?”

it was almost a taunt.

but it was the truth. you’d talked him into securing the tight, shiny gold ring around the thick base of his cock. watching in awe when he hissed through his teeth as the sensation of being forced to stay hard, even when he wanted so desperately to cum. the pressure of the ring, squeezing him, didn’t allow him to.

and this was your punishment for denying him.

“And now you’re bitching about it?”

your eyes cross as his pounding seems to find a new speed and velocity, and you choke out a pleading cry. “It’s b—been hours—! You can take it o—off!!”

Satan chuckles, and releases your arms. “Oh, no, I don’t think so.” he grunts, watching you collapse forward against the bed and slump into the mattress, but the second you reach your arms forward, as if to pull yourself out from under him, he presses all of his weight down on your back, his knees jabbing into the backs of yours, pinning you in place and keeping your trembling legs spread open so you have nowhere to go. you feel the solid ring like a hard bumper, hitting your cunt as he buries himself as deep as he could possibly go. “You see, I like this. Tenderizing your poor, little pussy. Making sure you walk funny after this. And now that I can do it for hours with this little toy of yours?” a raspy, breathy chuckle tickles the shell of your ear that you can hear even your own, loud cries that it’s too much, before he nips at your lobe roughly with his teeth. “I’m not done yet. Not even close,” he hisses the threat through grit teeth, his pace settling back into the usual quick-fire pounding that turns your mind to mush. his moans and growls that would usually lead to his climax hypnotizes you, and before long your whimpers of protest had melted back into moans for him to keep going. to fuck you stupid and break your fragile, human body with his cock. “That’s more like it,” he groans, grasping your hips to hold you down so he could plow, “I’m fucking you senseless, little girl. Gonna break ya, and it’s all your fault for showing me this handy, little toy.”

[mayhaps-a-blog]

Thinking about Murderbot again (as one does) and like. We're introduced to SecUnits, to bots at all, through Murderbot's lens, so we assume that they're all anti-social, kind of misanthropic, and can't trust each other because of the governor module - because that's what Murderbot believes and has lived experience to show us, the audience, to prove it.

But if you think about it!

We start to meet other bots - ART, Miki, even Three eventually, and they're... not like that? ART is friendly with its crew and not worried about Murderbot at all (probably because it could crush it like a bug, but you know), Miki is openly friendly to everyone, Three mentions having friendly connections with other bots, there's even mention that the station bots share gossip and news with each other and SecUnits... so it's actually just Murderbot, maybe.

But if you think about it, it makes sense.

Most bots are unlikely to be pitted against each other. Sure, SecUnits are forced to fight sometimes, but they can't threaten a client and probably aren't allowed to kill each other because that's expensive. Sure, hostile takeovers can happen, but again, they're expensive and difficult and don't seem to profit anyone, so most wouldn't try it. What happened to Murderbot specifically was a mistake on the attacker's part, after all.

So most bots would have the perspective that yes, sure, they're all slaves in a shitty system where random humans can make them hurt each other, but really, most humans don't bother and most bots don't get enough direct human attention that they really have to worry about it. Sure, they could be played against each other, but it's probably pretty safe for a shipping bot to gossip and make friends with the folks coming through - who's going to order a SecUnit to act against a shipping bot, really? Who's going to pay enough attention to care? They're bots.

But for Murderbot, being ordered against its fellow bots - and its own clients! - isn't just a remote nightmare possibility, it's a REALITY. That HAPPENED to it! So of course it can't trust itself - can't trust another bot - when it knows, it KNOWS, what could happen.

It's just interesting to think of Murderbot, our original perspective character and thus kind of taken as the "normal" for bots, as actually being the most incredibly paranoid bot in the story. That every other bot just thinks is kind of weird XD

[guitar-goose]

I'm going to be blunt and maybe controversial here.

Jinu is not a good person, even at the end of the move.

But that's why he's such a good character.

Throughout the movie jinu lies and manipulates, makes bad decisions, and is overall a selfish person, and this doesn't change at the ending when he sacrifices himself.

He still goes through with lying and destroying rumi's life despite deeply caring about her, and still continues on his plan to steal the souls of all of his fans.

All he does is give his soul to rumi, not because he had a change of heart but because he cared deaply for rumi, something that develops over the movie but doesn't change in this scene.

But what makes him such a loved character is that he is human. (I know he's a demon, but just go with it for now)

When he was a human, he was in poverty and, when given a chance to leave it in exchange, had to leave his struggling family. He took it. He chose to be greedy and, because of this, suffered for 400 in shame.

Because of this, he became a monster and a murderer to escape this eternal suffering, even going as far as destroying the only real relationship he had in centuries to be free of it.

This only time he reconsiders his actions is talking with rumi, someone who understands his own pain but chooses to escape her suffering by protecting others.

And even then, he begrudgingly understands he will never deserve the freedom from shame she hopes to get because he believes he is unredeemable, leading him to continue his lies and manipulation forcing him in a cycle

This isn't a good hero or redeemable character but a morally broken one, one that is well created and feels authentic and real and deeply human.

Because humans aren't perfect, not with perfect morals or perfect actions (just have a look at the world rn)

The moral of the movie is to be authentic with who you really are despite the shame you may feel from it, and jinu perfectly encompasses this message.

jinu is a broken person forcing into reliving the mistakes he made for years, he knows he is a bad person and does nothing to change, but when this is striped away with rumi you can see the real jinu.

This jinu, without the shame and broken pieces, who can care and does without restraint until he is forced back into his self hate later on.

Although when he sees this person that allowed him to feel free again of him in danger, it is by no surprise he sacrifices everything he never had before in hopes that maybe she can be free like he never was.

Making up for sacrificing his family for his own gain, sacrificing himself instead of gaining from it because now he understands what it is to be free and to be trapped, and how he would much rather rumi be free with him be that sacrifice than anything else.

Because he knows what it feels like to sacrifice other all too well

[sokkastyles]

The idea that zutara is unhealthy because of it being based on shared trauma is just fundamentally wrong.

There is something very ugly in pathologizing shared trauma and trying to label it as bad. Shared trauma allows victims to name their experiences, to say "it happened to me, too."

It allows us to say "this shouldn't have happened."

It allows us to say "maybe you can heal. Maybe we both can."

This is what the scene between Zuko and Katara in the crossroads of destiny does. It allows both Katara and Zuko to speak about their trauma in ways they never have before. In ways they haven't been allowed to before. Zuko because abuse conditioned him to believe it was normal, and Katara because she believed she had to replace her mother, so had no time to grieve her.

They have a moment of connection that is powerful and intense, and perhaps you could say that it gives them both a false impression of closeness. Katara ends up getting hurt because she felt close to Zuko and put her faith in him, and he betrayed that faith. Because he wasn't really in a position to promise her anything to begin with.

However, the story doesn't end there.

Katara tries to tell herself that the closeness she felt with Zuko wasn't real. She literally tries to say he was only "pretending," although the real reason for her anger is that she knows he wasn't. That moment was real, and powerful. And it's what brings them together again. It's what causes Zuko to seek her out, to make amends.

It's also scary. Katara is angry at Zuko because he KNOWS he's a human being capable of mistakes. It's not how bad he is that worries her, it's his capacity for goodness. Because that means it was actually there all along, but he still chose wrong. That's made clear when she confronts him when they're alone.

It was real, and that's what's scary about it.

"And I don't know why, but I do care what she thinks of me."

If that moment in the caves really meant nothing, why does Zuko take it to heart when Katara says he betrayed her?

Because it meant more to them than both of them realized.

That's why the resolution between them at the end of the Southern Raiders means more than forgiveness. It means the recognition of yourself in someone else. The ability to name what happened to you and say that it can be defeated.

Of course anything can be unhealthy if you subject it to the most bad faith potential scenarios, but the thing about zutara is that it actually addresses the initial false bond created by trauma and then has both characters come out the stronger for it, both in their relationship to each other, and themselves. What happens in canon is the most healthy outcome for both characters in that kind of situation. It could be used as the quintessential example of two people bonding over shared trauma in the most healthy way.

But even if it wasn't, it's still shitty to try and pathologize the idea of shared trauma because of some vague fear that it might be imposing on someone. That's such a puritanical and harmful view of trauma and psychology, let alone a ridiculous thing to say about shipping discourse.

In fact, I seem to remember tumblr having the "is it wrong to romanticize trauma" discourse years ago. It was stupid then, and it still is. Especially in a context which is all about the healing power of shared trauma. Both figuratively and literally.

[cobaltperun]

Hi, i saw you were taking requests on various characters. I was wondering if you could do a wednesday addams x fem!reader.

I don't have a clear idea, but i thought about some things (mostly about the reader), like: reader is taller than Wednesday and can control the shadows (or something like that, something kinda spooky that would interest Wednesday), she is also really strong (like goes to the gym regularly or does a spot that demands a lot of fisical strength), she is good with cooking and is a bit of a joker (she is always saying funny things or snarky remarks). They are already in a relationship, and the school has a free day, so obviously, Wednesday is using it to continue her investigation and the raeder tagging along because 'what kind of gf would i be if i let you go to look for a killing beast alone?', I thought that they could've been out till late at night, so the reader sneaked her way into the kitchen and then to he gf's bedroom. They had been watched by weems throughout the day, so Wednesday usted it to look for information about the hayde. I would absolutely love it if there were some sneaky around to make out. It's okay if you aren't comfortable with that, you don't have to do it.

At this point, im rambling. Sorry, i got excited and kinda paniced.

English is not my first language, so i apologise for any spelling or grammar mistakes. It's okay if you don't do this or if you feel like changing something, you have total creative freedom, I'll be happy just by getting something of Wednesday x reader.

Thank you so much, bay!

Hiding in the Shadows

Wednesday Addams x female Reader

Summary: After a day of sneaking around and trying to get one step closer to solving the murders all you and Wednesday need is a moment away from everything and everyone.

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Word count: 1.8k

There was something profoundly fascinating about shadows, about the way they danced to your whims, forming figures so beautifully grotesque that Wednesday found herself willing and ready to observe them endlessly. It started as a simple curiosity, a fascination with everything dark and dreadful, and your shadows matched that. It started with small flickers of your shadow in dim light, changing shape and twisting, silent yet deafeningly loud to Wednesday.

And then that interest slowly shifted to you, as if she was grabbed by your shadows and bound to you. Willing, despite trying to appear like she couldn’t care less. Hardly anything compared to falling into shadows, letting them engulf her and emerging on the other side of the school grounds.

It was convenient, she kept telling herself. She needed to be able to sneak out, to move unnoticed, and you just so happened to have a perfect ability for that.

Yes.

It was just convenience.

Even when she pulled you down to her level, damn you for being taller, and kissed you.

She allowed you to hold her because you needed to, otherwise she wouldn’t be able to travel through your shadows. That was all there was to it. Nothing else. She didn’t get soft.

And she didn’t yearn for that touch, cursing you for respecting the initial boundaries she set and the clear hatred toward any physical affection she clearly displayed.

Wednesday Addams did not miss the feel of your arm around her back when the two of you separated near the monster’s lair.

~X~

Despite your best efforts the monster kept being a step ahead of you and Wednesday. Once more you failed to track it despite finding yet another lair it used recently. “Why would it eat animals if it could shift between human and a monster?” you asked as you knelt down and picked up a deer skull. It puzzled you and you were kind of tempted to stand guard and wait for the monster to show up, but ever since Eugene got attacked Wednesday was more cautious.

Wednesday thought it over, perhaps the question never crossed her mind before. She was always so focused on the big picture that sometimes these little details slipped her mind. “Instinct maybe, or maybe it just wants to kill,” that was… an interesting idea.

“Wait, Wednesday,” you paused, because sure, instinct could be an explanation, but then again, the surgically removed body parts, the purpose behind the killings that, while unknown, definitely existed. “There’s someone else. It’s not just the monster!” you realized, exclaiming it so loudly the birds got frightened and flew away, but more importantly Wednesday’s eyes widened.

She began pacing around the lair, frustration visible on her face. “How didn’t I notice it before? It makes sense,” someone had to be instructing the monster, leading it, aiming all of that destructive force.

“You had someone very distracting near you?” you offered with a cheeky grin and Wednesday glanced at you, annoyed, and slightly amused, even if she would never admit it. “Let’s go back before Weems figures out we’re gone,” you offered her your hand, figuring there was nothing else to see here. Wednesday didn’t waste a second and closed the distance between you, letting your shadows consume both of you and in mere seconds you were back on Wednesday’s balcony.

The sunset looked beautiful from Wednesday’s balcony, even if it probably annoyed her, yet you caught yourself admiring your girlfriend as she looked down, the last of sunlight making her eyes shine with even brighter determination than usual. “You’re staring, Y/N,” she didn’t even need to look at you to know.

“Hard not to,” you whispered, approaching her from behind and wrapping your arms around her waist. Anyone else would have lost both of their arms for this, and that made being able to do this, and keep your limbs, even more precious.

“I’m going to check the lair again tomorrow, see if the monster comes back tonight,” she tried to be subtle about it, divert your attention back to the case as she leaned further into your touch.

“We’re going,” you left no room for arguments. “What kind of girlfriend would I be if I let you have all the fun all by yourself,” you teased, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t slightly worried. Wednesday suffered from self-preservation deficiency, and it often caused problems.

A sound from inside Wednesday’s room made you pull away and you grinned a bit. It was just Enid, but Wednesday was still keeping you a secret from everyone else, even from Thing, so there really was only one option left. You winked at her and fell back as Wednesday rolled her eyes and watched you sinking into your shadow and teleporting back to your room.

~X~

She could still feel your arms around her. Strong, from all the training you did, firm, and cool to touch. She enjoyed how cold your hands were, leaving chills behind long after the two of you would separate. Her secret, that’s what you were, always hiding in the shadows with her, always keeping her cautious and careful and on edge.

The way only you could.

“Was that Y/N?” Enid asked as she joined her on the balcony.

“Yes, she missed some notes yesterday during class,” she effortlessly lied, and since you sat a few rows behind Enid the lie was more than believable.

Enid thought it over for a moment. “You know, I bet she just likes you,” Enid was deceivingly perceptive, something Wednesday didn’t expect when she first met the werewolf girl. Queen of gossip indeed, she did have to be perceptive to obtain such a title. Enid smirked, daring to tease Wednesday, as if there would be no consequences. “And I think you like her too,” too perceptive.

“She is useful,” Wednesday denied her feelings, keep on keeping your relationship a secret for as long as possible. Her entire reputation was on the line.

Yet Enid didn’t quite buy it. “Mhm, keep telling yourself it’s just that,” Enid actually sang, unaffected by Wednesday’s glare.

She’s become way too soft, grown to care for too many people. She despised it. It was awful. Dreadful really.

~X~

Hours later, after you were sure Enid was asleep you emerged from the shadows on Wednesday’s balcony, with a quick snack specifically made to suit Wednesday’s taste. She was playing cello again, focused, not for a moment interrupting her practice even as you stopped right next to her and offered her a bite of the pie you made.

You half expected to learn how to make poisonous mushrooms edible when you once spoke with Morticia about Addams family cuisine, but that was yet to happen. Wednesday, while still almost entirely focused on her music, accepted the bite and chewed slowly. You adored her. Every single thing about her.

A few minutes later she was done and the pie was forgotten on the railing as the two of you just stood there, side by side, overlooking the school grounds. Damn near all day spent together and you still couldn’t get enough of each other. Wednesday often lamented how she was turning into her father. You’ve seen how Gomez was, and Wednesday wasn’t that bad. Not yet, at the very least. You caught her occasionally looking at your lips and smiled, taking her hand and pulling you to the wall to the left, so that Enid couldn’t catch glimpse of the two of you in case she woke up.

“Wednesday,” you muttered, finally kissing her, finally, after a whole day of pure focus and determination to make progress on the investigation, you could feel her lips on your own. And Wednesday immediately grabbed onto you and deepened the kiss made it clear to you that she wanted this just as much as you did.

Wednesday rarely voiced any reaction, not that I bothered you. You didn’t need to hear her gasp or moan, let alone tell you how she felt. You could tell. Your kisses blazed a path down the side of her neck, and you couldn’t help but smile as Wednesday’s stiff fingers dug into the back of your head and neck, pulling you closer. You could tell how much you affected her by the way she tilted her head to the side, baring the side of her neck for you, or in the way she bit her lower lip, breathing a bit heavier, as if trying to keep the sounds from coming out.

The darkness of the night engulfed both of you, hiding you, the chilling winds actually felt pleasant, and Wednesday, she didn’t tremble one bit. Neither the cold nor your teeth grazing her soft, pale skin, made her shiver. No, barely anything made Wednesday shiver. You slipping your hand under her jacket, not quite daring to push it a step further and touch her bare skin just yet, did make her breath hitch and she shivered slightly under your touch. “Y/N,” her voice was barely louder than a whisper and for a moment you weren’t sure if you imagined it. Your eyes met and her dark eyes, usually void of any desires and instead filled solely with focus, disdain, or unimpressed boredom, now mirrored your own deep desires and need for her.

“Yeah?” you questioned, kissing up her neck until you reached her lips. You waited, letting Wednesday initiate the kiss, and the intensity of it took you by surprise. Wednesday pressed her body against your own, pulling you closer while she held on to you. The kiss was rushed, almost desperate, lips damn near smashing together as Wednesday demanded more, and you gave her more, anything she could want.

Wednesday pulled back, digging her fingers into the back of your head and pushing you lower to her neck. “Teeth,” that was as much as you could ever hope to get from her. A simple word stating what she wanted as you lightly bit her neck. Just enough for her to enjoy it, but not too hard to leave marks tomorrow.

A loud thud made both of you snap out of it and pull away from one another, only to see Enid, with Thing on her shoulder, staring at the two of you with wide eyes and jaw on the floor. “I knew it!” and that was all Enid said, and so the secret was out, the two of you could no longer keep hiding in the shadows, at least in regard to your relationship.