#i play with the female master because it's easier to get into the game when the story 'she's me

[ch3rriiii-bunn]

Being a maid in the house of kokushibo and yoriichi and serve them nicely. (yk what i meant 18+. Also female bodied reader)

Personal maid <3

GOD THIS PICTURE LMFAOOO also I'm using human kokushibo (michikatsu) for this if they have a maid to themselves

Part two: Here!!!

Warnings: Fem!reader, reader is a maid, human kokushibo (michikatsu), hard dom michikatsu, pleasure dom yoriichi, cum, humiliation kink(?), spanking, rough fucking, choking, mention of 3some

Michikatsu

Michikatsu, who takes joy in having you, the Tsugikuni twins personal maid to satisfy his needs after a long day of being a samurai.

Michikatsu who approached you directly on what to expect, being his and his brothers personal maid, even if their father informed you already. He's not as affectionate, but he makes sure to get to know you and what you're comfortable so you and him can do things smoothly without trouble.

Michikatsu who trained your throat so you know how to suck his cock right when he gets home from a hard day. When he comes out the shower and sits in front of you, man spreading, you already know what to do.

Michikatsu feels the most relived after cumming from oral. Your lips wrapped around his tip and sucking it, bobbing your head and your hand jerking him off is rhythm. "That's it" he groans letting his head fall back and grabbing a fist full of your hair "I'm going to cum, make sure to swallow it all. Don't let a single drop leak out to get me dirty after I use showerd, " he said and pushes your head down to take more of his cock.

Michikatsu, who gave you rules on what to do for him. One of them is not wear panties under your kimono, that way it makes easier for him to fuck you when he gets home. Whenever he walks by you around the house, he'll grab your ass to check, but if he grabs your ass and he feels you've got panties on, he'll punish you afterward.

Michikatsu, who bends you over lap, lifting your kimono to expose your ass and spanks you, making you count out loud. "I'm sorry master! I'm sorry, " you whine, hugging his musclar thigh, feeling the stings from each of his spanks. "Are you really? This is the 5th time you've disobeyed me." he said, moving your panties to the side and chuckles, "but you like being a brat just so I can punish you. Just look at this mess" he said as his fingers played with your leaking pussy. He wasnt wrong though, you did like it, almost love even.

Michikatsu who fucks you rough to relief him of stress. He fuck you in missionary to have the most control and having his hand always makes it up to your throat, squeezing it. "Is this too tight?" He'll always ask while fucking you hard, making his skin clap agiants your and all you could do is shake your head, holding onto his wrist while you let out breaking moans. "Too dumb on my cock to answer with words mm. But I like that face. I can't help but think you're always this excited for me to fuck you like a stupid whore"

Michikatsu, who's good with his pull out game. Just when he's about to cum hell pull out, cumming on your pussy, in your mouth or if he's in a good mood and you've cum on his cock like your told too then he'll cum inside you.

Michikatsu's aftercare is always a "thank you" or a "good job." He's not the best with comforting words, but he always asks if you're ok physically and mentally after sex. If you say you're fine to head to the bath by yourself after a rough fucking session he will carry you to the bath and he makes sure you've gotten to your room safely.

Yoriichi

Yoriichi is calm. More clam than his twin, but you underestimated his sex drive just because of how calm he is. After coming back home from God, he knows where he'll always come back, wanting to have you all to himself, even if it ment bumping heads with his twin with needing you more.

Yoriichi, who isn't afraid to play with you in public and eats your pussy for his own pleasure. He has you up against the wall. His head between your legs, licking and sucking on your clit with his fingers deep inside you. "M-master yoriichi, please," you whispered as your hand griped onto his hair. "A samurai could turn around this corner any minute- f-fuck" you cover your mouth to surpress your moans. He only moans in response on your clit while stroking his hard cock.

Yoriichi who likes to over stimulate your clit by trying to make you cum as many times as he can. When is he done making you cum from his tounge he'll rub his tip on your clit. "So pretty. You're leaking so much for me..." he said, slipping his tip between your wet folds, catching your slick, and pushing onto his tip inside your hole, in and completely out.

Yoriichi, who can't help but smile when you beg for him. "I'm sorry, I've been making you cum so much you've had nothing to clench on. Here you go" he whispers in your ear and moans once he's slides inside you slowly. "You're so tight. Don't hide your pretty moans from me. Let me hear you when you cum for me."

Yoriichi likes to fuck you in missionary but its different from how michikatsu would do. He always makes sure to put a pillow underneath your lower body to penetrate you deeper than normal and make it more pleasurable for you. "M-master, please~ oh gosh. I'm suppose to be taking care of you here" you moan out, yoriichi slamming into you roughly and him leaning forward to suck on your nipples "you're doing more then enough to help me, haa soo good for me. Seeing you like this and your pussy squeezing me from how good it feels is enough for me."

Yoriichi who likes to press his hand down gently on your abdomen gently when you let him know you're close. "Squirt for me. I know you can do it, you're such a good girl" he said and kisses your jawline "your getting so wet for me" his free hand starts to rub at your clit "ill fill you up just how you like it if you squirt on my cock"

Yoriichi is very wholesome with the aftercare to you. After a bath, he gives you a massage in your room, making sure you're not tensed or hurt anywhere. Sometimes, yoriichi will sleep in your room since he does like the comfort you give him

Bonus

During a samurai meeting, the Tsugikuni twins would often sit in the far back request their personal maid to sit between them after you've brought them tea. Their father found it foolish how clingy they've become to you but always brushed it off.

Yoriichi is the frist to make a move by grabbing your thigh and slowly grabbing the inner part of your thigh. You keep your head straight along with the twist yet your body heating up once you feel Yoriichi fingers brush on your pussy and then michikatsu starting to grab at your ass.

Yoriichi gets his fingers to start rubbing your clit in circles through your panties making you bite down on your lip to not make a sound while the meeting is going on. You wiggle slightly making michikatsu chuckle lowly while he moves his hand from your ass.

Michikatsu puts two fingers in his mouth to lubricant them without anyone noticing and leans closer to your ear "don't a sound" he said parting your thighs open more to slide his fingers in making you gasp and quickly covering your mouth. "Shhh, not so loud now. We don't want to be found out" yoriichi whispered and moaned in your ear "I can feel your clit throbbing for us already" he said as his other hand cups your boob and playing with your hard nipple through your kimono with his fingers.

Michikatsu smirks and finger fucks you faster, hearing the sounds of your wet pussy and watches you cover your mouth desperately to hide your moans. "Be of service to us and stroke our cock" he said and your hands reach over, exposing your cocks and beginning to jerk them off.

Yoriichi's head falls onto your shoulder as he felt your warm hard wrapped around his cock and rubs your clit faster. Michikatsu bites your ear softly "fuck you're being so good" his voices became raspy trying to stay quiet himself. "If you cum for us you'll get two cocks stuffed I'm you as a reward. How dose that sound, y/n?"

"I-id love that," you whispered back. "I'll be a good girl, don't worry~"

[cupids-scream-queen]

The Ball Gag

-> Billy Loomis x female reader <-

Warnings: handcuffs, blindfold, ball gagged, tortured, blood kink, knife kink, biting once, idk. Kinky sex. Y'all know what I write.

summary: You fuck Billy idk what else you want. It has no plot.

The screaming of victims was something that Billy relished to his very core. He could list a million reasons why the screams of terror made him happy--why they comforted him beyond anything else. And yet, there were one set of screams that Billy loved more than the others.

Her screams of pleasure.

Billy was on top of her, teasing her with the tip of his tongue against her neck. He cradled her, his arms wrapped around her body, pressing her closer to him. He needed her closer, he needed every bit of her.

She was aware of who he was—he was aware she knew, yet the both of them never talked about it. It was easier for them to pretend it didn't exist.

He held his face against her neck, breathing heavily as she whined for him to continue. She was needy for him, and Billy knew; it took everything in him not to ram his dick into her aching pussy right then and there.

And that was because he wanted to play with her.

The materials he wanted were gathered--a blindfold, handcuffs, ball gag, and a knife--his knife. The knife he used to kill so many, and now the knife he was going to use to fuck her.

"Billy, please," she whimpered, trying to grind herself on his buldge. She knew he'd never let her take control--that was the one rule he'd always had, but she couldn't take the teasing. She needed him, and she needed him now.

"That's not my name, dollface," Billy's voice was low, a warning. He lifted her delicate hands over her head, locking them in place with the handcuffs. The cold metal was burning against her firey skin, her eyes staring at her lover as innocently as she could muster.

"I'm sorry, Master," She said, and Billy clicked his tongue, accepting her apology. He was going to go easy on her for that, for her punishment was to be dished out later, when he was fully in control of her. The first order of business was the gag. Her moans were delicious, her bratty comebacks and one-liners were not. Billy picked the gag carefully for her, making sure it was pink enough for her. She shook her head, refusing the gag.

"C'mon baby, you know the rules," Billy chided softly, and she opened her mouth obediently for him. He could've came on the spot, the way her mouth was so beautifully wrapped around the gag. She was his--all his--and he would kill anyone that got in the way of his relationship with her.

Now that she wasn't going to talk, Billy went about the games. Some nights, he enjoyed having her squeal and move and shift around him, but tonight, he wanted complete control. He had to have it. And she was more than willing to give it up to him, her heart was beating out of her chest for it.

"You're such a good pet," Billy groaned, his hands flying around her body, touching her. It wasn't a soft touch, Billy was in the mood for rough tonight. And she would oblige. 

He started with the blindfold, then, pressing it against her face as she looked at him through long lashes. He removed her vision, her ability to speak, and now she was nothing but a blind doll for him to fuck. And he was to enjoy every second of it.

He brandished his knife, enjoying the way the handle felt against his hand. He brought the tip of the blade to her forearm, pressing it lightly. A few drops of blood and a small scream of pleasure allowed him to get more comfortable. Picking the blade up, Billy licked the droplets of blood, enjoying the way iron taste exploded in his mouth.

He moved the knife down lower, her moaning encouraging him to keep going. He pressed the knife against her stomach, carefully pressing down and drawing more blood. He kept the game up for a while, allowing little cuts to dot her body as he licked them for all they were worth, her body warm against him. He kept the knife with him, carefully touching the blade against her neck, warning her against any movement. She was to stay still for her master.

He began to grind his erection into her, his dick buldge growing more and more as she moaned softly against the gag. He took his jeans off, keeping the tip of the knife against her left breast, the cool metal burning into her hot skin.

"Stay still, princess," Billy whispered. The sounds of his pants unzipping filled the room, and the shuffling noises of him undressing kept her aware of what was going on. She wanted to whimper for him, to let him know she wanted him, but she knew if she did he'd torture her even more.

She let out a whimper, and froze when Billy let out a dark, devious chuckle.

"Well, princess, someone's eager for me tonight," He tutted his tongue against the roof of his mouth, drawing the blade closer to her neck. Threatening her.

"I don't want you to make a goddamn noise. No moans, no whimpers, nothing. If I do," he pressed the knife deeper, drawing three tiny spots of blood. "You know the punishment."

She nodded, and Billy went about doing to her what he wanted. She was his naughty girl, wasn't she? His hands went up her naked thighs, a soft pink thong was all she was wearing. He'd touch it with a finger softly, tantalizingly, and remove it suddenly, leaving her wanting more. He kept this game up for a while, until he got tired of it and gave it up for a new game.

He spanked her, hard. On her thighs, leaving an imprint of his hand. She made no noise other than a sharp intake of air, and Billy wondered how hard he could slap her before she broke. He would fuck her senseless if she was a good girl and listened to him. Fully.

She could feel the tears dropping from her eyes and being absorbed into the blindfold. She could feel Billy press himself against her, then slap her, and draw himself away. She could feel him lick up her thighs, teasing her, taunting her with what she could've had if she behaved like he wanted her to.

She inhaled as the knife pressed against her thigh, this time harder than what Billy previously would've dared. She made no movement, no noise or any indication of malcontent. She was as still as ever as Billy dragged it upwards, slicing her thigh as he lapped the blood up. He chuckled against her.

"Seeing you covered in your own blood...really gets my dick hard," He breathed. "Now I'm gonna take that out on you, dollface."

He put the knife down. The noise echoed against the stillness as she waited for Billy to start. To her surprise, and horror, Billy bit her on the thigh, right where her cut was. It took everything in her not to scream, but she made no noise besides a gasp of air that was quickly gone as fast as it had came.

Billy shifted the thong aside, exposing her cunt. He licked it once, relishing the taste on his tongue. He kept lapping at it, his tongue hitting her clit, before he slide his muscle inside of her, fucking her with his tongue. He could feel her breathing hitch, he knew how desperate she was for his cock. He could feel her muscles relax around him, how his tongue was pleasuring her.

"God, you're amazing," his nose pressed against her pubic hair, he took one last thrust of his tongue before licking her clit, teasing her once more. He slapped her on the clit, the sudden burst of pain nothing more than a sharp breath and a small, but audible, moan.

"Oh, does the princess think she can moan yet?" Billy's tone was dark, and she was still, aware of what she had just done. She wanted to plead with him to go gentle, but she couldn't, not while she was gagged. She was at his mercy.

He thrust into her, no warning, no lube, nothing. Silence ensued as the lewd noises of his balls slapped against her ass, his thrusts powerful and deep as he took himself out nearly all the way and dove back in. It hurt, but the pain mixed with pleasure in a way that she couldn't tell if she was aroused or abused, and she knew that either way, she didn't care. This was her Billy. This was her punishment.

He continued rutting into her, his groans and moans showing how much he truly was aroused. He was slapping her still; her face, her thighs, her tits--nothing was off limits. She kept every moan hushed, her breathing the only indication of her feelings. She didn't want to risk another moan.

And for his part, Billy was grateful she was listening to him. He continued to fuck her, taking care to make sure he left his handprints on her face and thighs, marking her as his in every manor of conceivable thought. He was hard and rough, his cock filling her up all the way, stretching her to her limits. She knew how good of a fuck Billy was, and Billy was aware of how good of a body she had.

His thrusts became more sloppy as he approached climax, his vision going darker as he continued to go farther and farther into her, not caring if she felt the need to orgasm or not. This was his night, after all.

He came, his dick burrowing inside of her, his cum leaking out of him in thick, warm ropes. He continued to thrust, bringing her to orgasm, her breathing heavy to avoid any kind of noise. Her pussy clenched deliciously on his dick, milking him for everything he had and more. He chuckled when she whimpered, his dick leaving her empty and cold.

"There. That wasn't so hard, was it, princess?" She shook her head, and Billy removed the blindfold. Her eyes had tears peaking in them, and her nose was red. She was as pretty as a picture, her mouth gagged and her naked form on display for him.

Maybe...that was what he'd do next time, he pondered.

Thank you for reading! If you could like, reblog or comment that's super encouraging and helps me have the motivation to keep doing this! Thank you loves 💕💕

[jedimasterbailey]

Hey baby 😘 for the writer ask game, ❤️, 👻, 🐇, 🥳, 🦋, 💘, 🤔, 🎨

Hello there baby 🥰 thank you so much for the asks, these games are always so much fun ✨ link to the original questions are linked down below to anyone that wants to play and I hope you do because I love to snoop and ask questions 😉

❤️- what is your favorite line you’ve written in a fic?

This comes from the end of Chapter 10 of The Padawans right after Barriss reunites with Luminara and is just about to face Darth Vader.

“No.” Barriss proclaims, igniting her blue blade, “I am a Jedi like my Master before me.”

This moment always comes to my mind when it comes to favorite moments because it’s a moment I would die to see in canon; Barriss returning to the Light and reinstating her identity as a Jedi like the woman who had raised her. Not to mention it’s also a parallel to Luke’s line in Episode 6 which is also my one of my favorite lines in the entire saga. Need I say more?

👻- what is your wildest headcanon?

Currently, that Master Katri is indeed Luminara’s Master despite the possible timeline issues but I want a powerful luminous female Mirialan Jedi line for Barriss to hail from…so yeah…it’s canon to me.

🐇- do you write for yourself, for others, or both?

In the beginning, I wrote for myself but once I started receiving so many wonderful comments of how much people enjoyed my stories then I decided to write for both. Writing makes me happy and at peace and I want to share that same happiness and peace with others through these stories.

🥳- why did you start writing fanfic?

Because I was starved of the content I wanted to see so I decided to make my own stories whether or not people liked them or not 😄 And I wanted to humanize the Mirialan characters more since both Luminara and Barriss receive a lot of unjustified hate in the fandom.

🦋- which character is your favorite to write?

It’s a toss up between Barriss and Luminara since they are both such complex and sweet characters that need exploring. I find a lot of myself in these characters which makes it easier for me to find their voice but I enjoy being able to get creative with them since we have scraps to go off of in canon.

💘- is it easier to write angst or fluff?

It honestly depends on my current mood 😂 if I’m in the mood to write something more fluffy and romantic then it will be easy but other times angst is easier to write because life sucks sometimes and I’m just full of angst.

🤔-would you ever want to write something for canon if you got the opportunity?

Depends on what the story would be and how much creative freedom I’d have. I mean of course I would be elated to write a canon Star Wars anything but it would need to be something I would actually enjoy writing. It wouldn’t be write for me to do a project where I don’t really care for a specific characters or not as knowledgeable about certain things like the Mandalorians, etc. I love my Jedi and I love my gay romance, so that’s where I’d love to stay if I could.

🎨- if someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

First of all I am always honored whenever artists show me sketches of anything that stems from my work and I would continue to love and praise anything anyone creates but if I had to pick one scene that I would love someone to do, it would be one of the climatic scenes in The Padawans story where Darth Vader is carrying an unconscious Luminara in the wreckage of the Vader vs Barriss fight. Luminara makes a choice to save Barriss and sacrifice herself before Vader could get to her. Meanwhile Vader wants Luminara for his own selfish purposes because the Anakin part of him is wanting some sort of mother figure back in his life. So seeing any imagery of Vader showing vulnerability after such a noble sacrifice from Luminara’s part would be very cool to see.

Link to the Original Ask Game Questions

[crushedbyhyperbole]

Bewitched

Pairing:  Bucky Barnes x Original Female Character (First Person Bucky POV)

Summary:  After a poker game ends in victory for Bucky, one of his team mates doesn't take it lying down. Wanda Maximoff is a sore loser and seeks revenge in any way she can, which leads to an unexpected encounter between Bucky and the illustrious Dr Veronica Edwards, in the form of a Maximoff-aided vision.

Bucky has only just realised that he no longer dislikes the woman but this encounter ramps that all the way up to eleven. Things that are seen can't be unseen and things that are felt will be realised.

Words:  4.3k

Note:   Part four of Muscle Memory.  In this we see a more confident Bucky who is starting to find his way through his new life, learning things about himself and others and also about what he wants.  It's just an excuse for some smut really. Sorry about the shitty banner but I hope you enjoy ;)  Comments, likes & reblogs are very much appreciated

Warnings:  Smut, voyeurism, coming untouched, mind control, dub con - it's very mild and pre-implied that Wanda can't make Bucky see things he doesn't want to see.

***18+ content - this content is created for adults - minors do not interact***

Bucky Barnes MasterList  

Wanda Maximov was a sore loser.  Ever since I beat her at a friendly low(ish) stakes poker game here at the compound the other week, she’d been trying to get revenge.

The Scarlet Witch had apparently been trying to read my mind during the game.  Maybe I was impervious, or maybe it was too fucked up in here for her to get anything from me but she’d been unsuccessful and had huffed like a teenager afterwards.

“If I’d known Metallica over there was going to clean all the ladies out, I’d have suggested playing for clothes instead.”  Stark had said out of the corner of his mouth; a joke that was meant for everyone to hear and to be a suggestion for next time.

“He cheated.”  Wanda exclaimed for the umpteenth time.  “He used his abilities to tell if I was bluffing.”

“Love,” Vision tried to calm her, “he can’t help it if your poker-face left nothing to the imagination.”  He smiled softly as Wanda slapped his shoulder, too hard to be just playful.

Vision still hadn’t mastered many facial expressions; a smirk was beyond him at this point.

“If it makes you feel better, you can take the money.”  I offered.  Funny though Vision’s comment had been, I could tell she was raging inside.

“Money can’t buy pride.”  She huffed as she left.

I mouthed the word ‘sorry’ to Vision before awkwardly scooping up my winnings of $1791.

Later I would donate the money to one of Pepper’s charity recommendations; the little princess foundation.

Since that night, Wanda had been trying to haze me by drinking my beer, eating my snacks, and even deleting my recorded tv programs from the Teevo.  The only problem with that was that I didn’t really record anything and she only succeeded in pissing Steve off because it was his stuff that she canned.  This made her more annoyed.

“I forgive you for drinking my beer.  And I’m sorry about the poker.”  I said when Steve and I had confronted her about the Teevo.  “If I’d have known it was so important to you I’d have backed down.”

That hadn’t helped at all.  She’d raged out and tried to tap me with her power.  When it didn’t take properly she stormed off again, leaving me feeling dizzy and a little nauseous.

“She’s getting benched until she sorts her attitude out.”  Steve grumbled.  “I can’t have loose cannons out there on mission when we could all be fighting for our lives.  She’d be a liability.”

“That’s probably a little harsh.  I’ll just tell her I cheated.  It’s far easier than the alternative.”  I gave him a reassuring smile.

“She tried to read your mind, what’s that if not cheating?  All you did was read the signs in her body language.  The super-soldier serum doesn’t enhance perception, Buck.”

“I know that, but I’ll take one for the team on this.  She’s an asset but she’s lost her way.  I know what that’s like more than anyone.”

“You’re a good friend, Buck, always were.  That’s one thing that will never change.”

Despite me agreeing that I cheated, and telling everyone else that she was right - I’d cheated, she still wouldn’t drop her vendetta.  She behaved nicely to my face but behind my back she was like a snake in the grass.  She figured out that she couldn’t fuck with my mind like she wanted, couldn’t make me see things I didn’t want to see, but she could do it to everyone else.

“What was that you just said?”  Sam said to me when we were going through schematics for a target building in the next day’s mission.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Nah, nah, nah, I heard you.  You called me bird-brain.”

I searched his face for any sign of a joke but all I caught was the slight red mist that tainted the whites of his eyes and I knew what was going on.  Christ!

It carried on like that for another day or two after the next day’s mission, so I decided I was just going to stay in my room until it was time to do my job.  But soon I had people knocking on my door or calling me at all hours of the day and night, asking my why I’d shouted for them or why I’d called them and hung up.  I was getting frustrated.

After that I’d taken to sleeping in one of the Escalades I’d park in various places around the compound, only coming inside when I needed to eat, train or shower.

It was one of those nights I saw her.  Veronica.  Asleep on the sofa in the communal lounge.

I’d come in to grab a quick meal, sneaking in through the glass doors of the spacious first floor lounge.  It was easy for me to scale up onto the roof-top patio and let myself in silently with my keycard.  I spent decades being a ghost, a shadow seldom seen, that part of the training hadn’t gone away.

The light was low and rosy with a flickering starkness from the muted TV.  She lay stretched out on the 4-seater, one leg bent, knee against the backrest, and the other laid out flat.  She had one hand tucked behind her head and the other hung loosely over the edge of the seat cushion where her book had fallen from her fingers and lay crumpled on the floor.

Her hair cascaded over the arm rest beautifully and her long lashes flickered against her cheeks as she dreamed, her lips slightly parted.  She looked so serene.

It only felt like a moment that I stood there watching but as I took the opportunity to look at her without the scorn of her scrutiny, to really see her, I noticed things about her that I’d never paid attention to before.  She was stunning.

What the fuck, man?  You suddenly realise you don’t hate her and now you’re making the ‘goo-goo eyes’?

Her legs were smooth and graceful, the skin lightly tanned and almost glowing with inner radiance.  The light grey sports shorts she wore showed them off perfectly, the black trim around the edge where it clipped up at her hip gave way to a sliver of white underwear.  The waistband of the shorts sat low on her hips and the way the fabric bunched between her legs showed the perfect v of her mound.

God damn!

My heart quickened.  I shouldn’t be staring like this but she looked divine and honestly I had never had the opportunity to see her this way, relaxed and unguarded.

Jesus Christ!

Her belly button was a delicate oval peeking underneath the white of her vest, stomach smooth like her thighs and also lightly tanned.  The white fabric was a little loose over her ribs but stretched tight across her breasts which were… holy fuck!  Glorious.  They were larger than they seemed, parted slightly as she lay there braless.  The slight outline and soft peak of her nipples so painfully obvious to me.

I felt my groin tingle as pressure began to build.  What the hell was I thinking?  I was going to spontaneously combust.

Mentally shaking myself, I made a move toward the kitchen; my goal had been a meal and then right back to the Escalade.  I set my eyes on the kitchen and clenched my jaw.  I had to go.

One step.  One small movement to sidestep the sofa that had put me at Veronica’s feet.  That was all I managed before a sensation of proximity at my shoulder told me I’d made a grave mistake.

I felt the jolt, like I had many times before.  It was like a puff of air against the skin of my temple, but it penetrated and seeped into my head, settling like ash over my consciousness.  All the other times I’d managed to shake myself loose before Wanda’s mind tap had taken hold but this time I’d fucked up.  Big time.

The scarlet smoke shrouded my vision and the only thing that pulled me through was a heavenly sigh that deepened into a soft moan, and I swear it pulled on my cock so hard I almost stumbled forward.

Blinking rapidly to clear my eyes, I let the dizziness dissipate.  That had been a close one.

There was no sign of Wanda when I scanned for her.  Stretching my senses outward yielded nothing, there was just me and the sleeping woman on the sofa.  Veronica.

She moaned lightly in her sleep, a hint of sexual need lay in the sound and it made my cock twitch in my sweatpants.  Her back arched a little, pushing her breasts up further, stretching the fabric of her vest until I could see her nipples as slightly darker rounds beneath the sheer white vest.  They were achingly hard, like my cock.  I watched her hand slip up over one breast, fingers circling the bud through her clothes.

Holy shit!

I knew I shouldn’t stay to watch but I was fucked if I wasn’t rooted to the spot, my erection begging for attention.  Screwing my eyes shut, I tried to will my legs to move but they wouldn’t obey.  Maybe I needed more time to come down from Wanda’s mental touch, she’d almost got me this time after all.

Panicking a little because I knew I couldn’t get caught here like this, my heart thudded in my chest, making more blood pump straight to where it was most definitely not needed.

“Bucky…”  Her sigh kickstarted my adrenaline, making my eyes fly open.  It had been so soft, barely a whisper but it had hit me like a sucker punch.

I watched in disbelief as her other hand snaked down into the front of her little shorts, covering the smoothness of her mons, fingers teasing lazily.

I moaned then, low and guttural, stirring her from her sleep.  Her eyes fluttered open and she sighed deeply, relishing the sensations she was creating.

Shit!  I needed to run, get the fuck out of there before she fully came to and realised I’d been watching her, but my legs… Fucking traitorous things!  Thighs of betrayal.  Feet like cement blocks.  They wouldn’t move.  It was like when HYDRA had given me the first damn arm and I’d struggled to integrate with it; it had seemed to have a mind of its own.

She focused on me but instead of shock and horror, a sultry smile curled her lips and she blinked slowly.  My hand was gripping my crotch through my sweats half to cover my obvious arousal and half to create friction.  She flicked a glance down my body before closing her eyes again and resuming her finger play.  She definitely noticed.

Oh my god!

After a few panicked and torturous moments watching her tease herself, and me along with it, I slipped my hand into my pants and gave myself the long slow stroke I craved, sighing with relief as I did.

Veronica was looking at me again, watching me loosely stroking under my pants as she did the same, eyes moving between my face and the rise and fall of the clothing over my crotch.

It felt amazing, exciting even, having someone look at me the way she did then, lust-filled and wanton.  My cock was solid in my hand, the tight feeling grew as I slowly built my pleasure from the heavy pressure between my hips.

She bit her plump lower lip, catching it in her teeth and drawing her lips up into another seductive smile.  She knew exactly what she was doing to me, she knew she was wrecking me without even laying a finger on me.

“Mmmmmm.”  She moaned a little louder and ground her hips as her fingers circled quicker.  “Bucky!”  She gasped, pinching her nipple hard through her clothes.

“Jesus!”  I throbbed so hard even my asshole clenched.

If I wanted nothing more for the rest of my life it was her.  To touch her, kiss her, and bury myself in her so deep I’d get lost forever.

“Show me….”  She sighed as if she read my mind.

So I did, sliding my sweats down under my tightening sack, letting my cock bounce free and the goddess before me grinned, she actually fucking grinned, eyes flashing with desire.

How is this even real?

“Do you want me, Bucky?”  She sighed erotically as she spoke, sending a spark of tingling pleasure across my scalp and down my spine where it ignited something in me that was long forgotten.

“I’ve always wanted you.”  The admission was new but it felt right.  So fucking right.  “I just didn’t see it.”

I saw it now though, laid out in full.  The soft adrenaline and serotonin peaks every time I saw her, that uneasy feeling in my gut - it was attraction.  Each memory of her was a map back to that one sensation that I felt so strongly now I knew I always had; I wanted her, badly.

I had been stroking myself throughout that little realisation and she had been touching herself too.  Her eyes were locked on mine until suddenly she gasped and cried out softly, closing them lightly against the pleasure she’d felt.

“I want you too.”   Her face was flushed and she looked more beautiful than anything I’d ever seen.  “But we can’t.”

“Boyfriend?”  Was all I could say, the lump in my throat making my voice no more than a croak.

She nodded slowly, biting her lip again as she watched me fucking into my own fist.

“I’m starting not to care too much about that, doll.”  And just like that, forties Bucky was right there, all confident and suave.

Fuck me, I’m going to hell for this.

She clawed at the neckline of her vest, dragging the material down under her perfect breasts, baring them for me as if she wasn’t tempting enough already.

I hadn’t even touched her yet and I was ready to pop.  The singing of my nerves was too much and embarrassingly I started to come.

Shit, no!

I fell to my knees, gripping the base of my cock fiercely in a futile attempt to stave off my oncoming release but –

“Ahhh, holy fucking hell, Vee…”  I moaned as I came, hunched forward with one hand braced against the floor and the other squeezing my cock in a death grip.

It was as exquisite as it was guilty and as if seeing me come undone was enough for her, she cried out, back arching in her own release.

My god she looked divine, all flushed and glowing and… just wait a goddamn minute!

What did I call her?  Vee?  I never call her that.  I don’t even like that name on her.  Then what the…?  Oh, fuck my life!

My anger flared as I pushed against my own consciousness.  None of this was real but I’d been so absorbed in what I was feeling that I hadn’t seen it for what it was.  I was stuck in Wanda’s mind fuck, literally.

When I thought I’d avoided her mind tap it had all been part of the process, to lure me in, make me think I was safe.  She’d really suckered me with that one.

It took a few seconds for me to come me back to myself.  Dizziness and nausea kicking in the second I refocused on the real world.

I was on my knees by the sofa, clothing intact but a sticky sensation inside my underwear.  Christ I’d actually come untouched like a fucking teenager.  That was more than a little embarrassing but there were more pressing matters.

Panicking, I glanced at Veronica.  She was still there on the sofa sleeping restlessly now, looking like she had when I’d first seen her there only the flush of her skin was unmistakeable.  She subtly rolled her hips, grinding against some imagined thing between her thighs and Oh Jesus Christ!  The light grey of her shorts was darkened with wetness; proof of her arousal.

She sighed in her sleep, hand trailing over her hip, fingers slipping into the waistband of her shorts.  And fuck me if I wasn’t getting hard again.

I bolted.  My feet obeying me without question.  Food forgotten, I slipped out of the communal area silent but watchful; Wanda had to be around here somewhere.  I headed for my room.

What the hell had she done to me?  Putting shit like that in my head.  It was one thing to prank someone but this was something else.  What if I’d have raged out?  Hurt someone?  I was only just starting to trust myself and get my shit back together, the last thing anyone around here needed was to have to contain a regressed Winter Soldier.  What if I’d hurt Veronica?

Fuck!

What had she been doing there in the first place?  She didn’t live on site but it sure looked like she was staying the night, what with the little shorts and vest and all.

I slammed the door to my room, hard.  I didn’t much care if I woke people up.

I saw her again in my mind’s eye, flushed and aroused, and touching herself.  Oh come on, that wasn’t her, that was Wanda’s mind fuck.  But Veronica had really been aroused, and I’d just left her there in the communal area.  What if someone else found her, she’d be so embarrassed.

“FRIDAY?”  I said, breathing like I’d ran a circuit of the compound.

“Yes, Sergeant Barnes?”

“Can you put the volume on the TV in the lounge?  Loud enough to wake Dr Edwards?  I don’t think she’ll want to sleep on the sofa all night.”

“No problem!”

“Oh, and FRIDAY?”

“Yes Sergeant?”

“Don’t tell anyone I asked you.”

“Your secret’s safe with me.”

I could practically hear the wink in her tone.  It was still unnerving how human she, it, sounded.

The shower was cold.  It needed to be.

I’d made a mess in my briefs but that wasn’t the most disturbing thing.  Now that I’d had the mental image of Veronica, Dr Edwards, all hot and lusty and so fucking beautiful, I couldn’t get her out of my head.

I felt restless and agitated, almost giddy.

Jesus, what are you, twelve?

As furious as I was with Wanda, I had to admit to myself that I was also happy?  Her little prank was unorthodox but somehow it had connected a piece of my broken emotions to the person who sparked it.  It felt right even if it was wrong to feel that way.  I could deny myself the urge and deny myself the act but as long as I knew what I was feeling and could give it a name, I was ok with it.  Baby steps.

There was a knock at my door.

Shivering and feeling strangely alive I wrapped a towel around my waist and left the bathroom, trailing wet footprints across the floor.

There was a little excitement growing in my gut but also a healthy dose of dread.  What if someone had seen me in the lounge with Veronica.  I didn’t do anything wrong, but still…

I opened the door to Steve, and Wanda.  The Scarlet Witch had the sense to look thoroughly ashamed of herself and Steve looked furious.

“Sup?”  I pitched for nonchalant and landed somewhere near perky.

Steve raised an eyebrow.

“Everything ok?”  He glanced around my room, as if expecting to see someone else.

“Yeah.”  I beckoned them in before hunting out one of the complimentary bathrobes that I never used.

“You know why we’re here right?”

“I reckon so.”  My eyes never left Wanda’s but she wouldn’t look at me.

“Go ahead.”  Steve nudged Wanda gently with his elbow.

“I’m sorry for what I did tonight.  I know things could have gotten out of hand and someone could have gotten hurt.  I wasn’t thinking.”

“What exactly did you do, Wanda?”  I was mad at her but I kept my face as relaxed as possible, which was to say I was scowling.

“I used my powers on you.”  She had tears in her eyes.

“Tell him everything.”  Steve said sternly.

Oh god, no, don’t say that shit out loud.  I thought, panicking.

“Wait a sec-“

“I tapped your mind right down to your base emotion, to draw out your trauma.  I tried to hurt you Bucky, and I’m sorry.”

There was something dark in her eyes.  Did she know what I’d seen, what I’d felt?  Had she put it all in there?

I took a step back, huffing a breath out through my nose.  “You see what I saw?”  My heart was pounding.

She shook her head, looking at the floor; a lie.

Well fuck.

“I’m sorry.”  She gasped.  “I didn’t know there was someone else there, they kind of got hit with a bit of my power and I was so worried you’d…”  She trailed off as the tears began.

“Hurt them?  Yeah, I could have.”  I bit out.  “It was a pretty shitty thing to do, Wanda, and all over a stupid game of poker.  You couldn’t just drop it after I lied and told everyone I cheated you?”

I paced, gradually getting more frustrated.

“You know what, just go.  I’ll talk to you about this some other time.  Right now I just wana sleep on something that’s not a damn car seat, alright?  No more harassing me.”

She nodded.

“Ok, get outa here.”  I flapped my hand towards the door without looking at her.

I quizzed Steve nonverbally with a stern look.

“Vision brought her to my room, concerned.”  Steve said once the door had closed after her.  “He said she came to their room, upset because she thought she’d triggered you.  She hadn’t realised there was someone else in the room until it was too late.”

“Yeah, it was Dr Edwards.”  I said with an annoyed sigh.  There was no point in saying I didn’t know.  “Is she ok?”

“Yeah she’s fine.  She fell asleep on the sofa but was awake when I got there, she was just taking herself off to bed actually.”

To bed?  I raised an eyebrow.  So she was staying at the compound tonight after all.

As if reading my question on my face he continued.

“She’s staying here a while.”  He rolled his eyes as if the story was tedious.  “Boyfriend issues.”

“Right.”  I tried not to put too much thought into it.  “She say anything about getting tapped when Wanda got me?”

“I asked her if she was ok and she just said she’d had a weird dream, wished me good night, took her book and went off to her room.”

I nodded.  Weird dream, huh?  I bet.  If it was anything like mine then she was bound to be pretty confused right now.  In the grand scheme of things, sharing a wet dream with her was better than sharing one of my other dreams.  There’d have been nothing but pain, horror and torture for both of us if that had happened.

“Well that’s something.”  I said, distracted.

“Are you sure you’re ok, Buck?  I mean, stripping you down to your base emotions had to be traumatic.  Do you wanna talk about it?”

“I’m good.”  I smiled weakly.  I mean I was, and I wasn’t, but it wasn’t what he was thinking.  “It wasn’t as bad as you think.  I don’t think she got that deep anyway, it was mostly recent things I saw, not the HYDRA stuff or the torture.  It was nothing like my nightmares.”

Steve nodded thoughtfully, not quite allowing himself to feel relieved.

“Don’t worry about me Steve, I’m doing better.  I don’t want people to think I’m just going to flip a switch and regress back into him.”  I snorted ironically.  My thinking on this really had changed over the last few weeks.  Now I didn’t doubt myself so much things were better.  “Just… Whatever Wanda’s deal is, that needs to be sorted out.”

And then there’s the matter about what she saw when she was meddling in my mind.  I had to know.

“Yeah about that.”  Steve said cringing.  “Vision said it’s hormones.”

“She’s…?”  I made the ‘round belly’ gesture.  That was a shock.  I guess I never thought about the possibility before.  That Vision could-.

“Oh hell no!  She’s not pregnant.”  Steve said the last word through a grimace.  “Her inner moon-goddess is on the hunt.”  He finished, all hush hush as if even hinting at the words ‘period’ and ‘horny’ in the same sentence was the worst thing in the world.

I laughed hard.  Steve was such a kid sometimes.

“Christ, man.  I was right back in school with ya there for a second.”

His goofy grin warmed me inside and I broke into another snickering laugh.

“Get outa here, punk.  This old man has got a whole lot of sleep to catch up on.”

Leaving me alone with my thoughts probably wasn’t the best thing to do.  Without the distraction of another person in the room, all I could think about was Veronica.  I stretched out on my bed in a pair of jockey shorts and closed my eyes.  Of all the things to have visions of as you fall asleep, a beautiful, semi-naked woman is definitely not the worst.  If it came to a choice between dreams of my past or erotic dreams of a woman I’d only just realised I didn’t hate, then I knew which one I preferred.  Guilty feeling or not, I’d go with the girl.

As I drifted towards sleep I heard an echo of her sighing my name.  Smiling, I surrendered my mind to the night.

[demoiselledefortune]

Finished playing the Golden Route of Triangle Strategy!

Loved it a lot overall :D I don't have a very strong impression of the ending though, because it felt more typically jrpg ending in term of writing. The reveal about the hierophant didn't feel like a huge surprise because people are always mainly talking about Idore when they talk about Hyzanthe so I always figured he was the figurative puppet master if not quite so literally the one. It was fun though, and I liked everyone having a word to say to him.

Before that I was glad that we left Lyla alive, if only for Quahaug's sake. (There is things to say about female antagonists being allowed to be sympathetic and to survive in a way male antagonists do not, but otoh I find Lyla genuinely interesting and also very complicit and we got characters like Erika (as an antipathetic female antagonist we do kill) and Sycras (as a sympathetic male antagonist we don't kill ourselves) to balance things out IMHO)). It's also good we had someone left to lead Hyzanthe and there was not a lot of choices left.

Gameplay wise the maps were pretty simple. It was fun to use Quahaug's abilities against his mother to prevent Serenoa from s'plode with Turn Back Time. Idore's map felt like total bullshit at first, but we used Quahaug's (again) Distorted Space to bring him to us and just piled on him to kill him very quickly, ignoring the rest of the map.

I also got the rest of the character stories I had left (we grinded some easy mock battles to get them). Picoletta (cute), Avlora (good and *swoon* worthy as usual), Maxwell (interesting), Giovanna (ok), Rudolph (good), Milo (interesting), Decimal (aww) and Quahaug (nice).

And that's it for now. I might g back to play the other endings someday but not right now.

I enjoyed this game a lot. I might even feel ready to play this on my own (perhaps on easier mode) instead of relying on playing with a friend who gives tactical advice lol. The story is really top notch, the writing is impeccable and the translation incredibly good. The characters are overall very interesting and compelling.

[perhaps-relax]

gender roles in the resident evil games are so funny. the way the early games were unique and maybe even transgressive for even having playable action heroes who are women, and yet so much of their in-game abilities and plot points were still designed to uphold the gendered expectations of their player base. ....Most of the time.

like... jill has better manual dexterity for lock-picking (beCauSe women have smaller hands and uhhhhhh were gatherers in early human societies. yep. yes, this all checks out), but cant take as many hits as chris. But the part where jill can hold more? i love that. no gendered explanation there. just a little bonus they gave her to balance out the gameplay between her and chris.

The first time I played the re2 remake (i have not are probably never will play the original), the difference between leon and claire's stories struck me as very gendered, especially given the way that claire's story is frankly easier, and that leon is the one who truly finishes birkin off while claire is relegated to a de-facto mother role. but I also think that the remake does a beautiful job of making both of their priorities, however different in scale, seem like the equally important and righteous pursuits. leon wants justice for all the wrongs he bares witness to. claire just wants to save one life. in this way, leon fails where claire does not. they are so different and thats so good and interesting, and yet I really do feel like there was no way gender roles didn't play a part when it came to writing these two.

rebecca is small. that is frequently her most useful feature in re0. but she's also the healer, a role often delegated to female characters but is, of course, essential. and i adore the part where the piano puzzle from re1 returns, but this time its the gruff masculine character who has the composure to sit down and elegantly play out the melody. like honestly what was that about. anyway, ashley is similarly useful because she is light and can be vaulted places. but she's feisty and also didnt ask to be there and frankly even in the original is handling her situation pretty well all things considered. agian, both super interesting characters, but its so painfully obvious that the writers had a limited imagination for what would make a woman useful in a survival setting.

and then re5 is so odd to me, too, because of the way capcom really doubles down on the whole streetfighter principle of "kicking is for girls, punching is for boys" with sheva and chris, despite the fact that leon roundhoused the head off of that trope in re4. and the way re4's ada and re5's jill are both suddenly acrobatic masters? even tho that was not at all part of their skill sets in their original appearances?

it just baffles me the way the games go to extreme lengths to give the girls all very distinctly "girly" skills and motivations, but on occasion allow their male heroes to deviate slightly from similarly gendered confines. billy can play piano. leon can kick and do flips. but with the exception of jill being a pack mule in re1, the girls rarely get to outshine the boys in any department that is traditionally relegated to the male skillset.

[my-pokemon-rambling-blog]

I personally think Cynthia is overrated. I like her as much as the next person, but I think she’s overhyped. I played DPPt, and, yeah, she was hard, but is she worthy of having a whole section of the fandom worshipping every step she takes? No. I can’t really speak on the manga counterpart because I haven’t got to those chapters, so I’ll talk about the anime. I think the anime opened up a lot more of her character. She likes sweets. She is indecisive, warm, gentle, etc.

I heard about what happened in M8 in JN, but I myself refuse to watch JN until I find a subbed version for it because I like sub over dub. As for my very heated opinions on JN, I think M8 added on to my strong disliking of JN. I think I like BW more. As for the handling of Cynthia, I think we needed more time with her to really understand why she decided to retire I guess. Idk if it’s stated explicitly or I’m just pulling info out my ass. I think Cynthia is okay in the anime. Honestly, all the champions kinda suck in the anime imo. Diantha is probably the best out of all them.

In PMEX, the only side game I played other than Go, Cynthia gets way too much treatment. I saw there was an Aura alt for Cynthia. I will say, I am VERY biased since my no. 2 fav character is Riley. Like, do you know a character who is heavily associated with aura? Riley! No! It’s Cynthia! Uh?!?!? No? Riley fits the bill perfectly. It would’ve been cool to see Riley debut in PMEX through that event or smth idk. I’m not up to date with Masters.

I also think Cynthia is an easy scapegoat for people to hate characters. That doesn’t make any sense at all. What I’m saying is Cynthia is used to explain why people hate certain characters. For example, people meme on Diantha for being super easy, which is fair. What I don’t think is fair is to compare her boss fight to Cynthia. Cynthia is one of the hardest trainers in the series period. Comparing Diantha to the likes of, idk Lance(?) would be an easier connection.

Coming back to the M8, I heard of discourse about Cynthia vs Ash. As for the match itself, I think 1) that matchup is bullshit. 2) Steven or Iris should’ve fought her. Maybe Alain. As for what I’ve heard, I heard people say it was sexist that Ash won against Cynthia. I personally don’t see it. Cynthia, a woman, lost to a boy. Therefore it’s sexist doesn’t make sense to me. Don’t get me wrong. I think Cynthia losing to ASH of all people is stupid, but I wouldn’t go so far to call it sexist. What I will call sexist is if all the female trainers lost round 1, but that didn’t happen.

When I think of strong trainers, I think of Whitney, Norman (because I was a stupid kid), Winona, Sabrina, Morty, Lenora, Steven, Elesa, absolutely no one in XY, and Red. Cynthia too, but those trainers come to mind first. Cynthia is strong and tough to beat, but is she on the levels of Steven Stone for me personally? No.

Also, I think Volo’s character actively fails in regard to Cynthia. Like, Volo can’t really stand without context of Cynthia. The theme doesn’t make sense, nor the team without Cynthia. And I get that most if not all of P:LA doesn’t stand without context of DPPt, but I think all the characters stand on their own without their descendants as context. All but Volo, and even Cogita for that matter. Who is Cogita but a woman who lives in fuck off some where in Hisui? Well, she gives directions to legendary mons! Other than that, what else? Nothing. Kamado was a cool guy. He had a fear of Pokemon due to traumatic experiences in the past. He’s protective of the town he calls home. That is somewhat of a far departure from Rowan. I want the same for Volo.

[pokemoneverlastingorchard]

Download 10/20/22

Or 10/19/22 depending on where you live. I’m uploading this after 12:30 AM.

Before you download this version: I have no idea if this will replace your character or not. I’d go to:

Graphics > Characters

And copy either TrChar000, Boy_Run, Boy_Surf, and Boy_Bike, or TrChar001, Girl_Run, Girl_Surf and Girl_Bike and paste them somewhere outside the game’s files. If your character changed after downloading this version, close your game, then paste the copied files into the “characters” folder and say “yes” to replace them.

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Download

Download for Cut Music

Download for replaceable graphics

Story:

+Finished Kalani’s pre-marriage schedule

+Finished Alderic’s pre-marriage schedule

Pokemon:

-I noticed that somebody made a sprite of Wyrdeer here, so I made it into a fairy/psychic type (based on Bambi’s dad, since fairy Stantler is based on Bambi) and added it into the game. I decided that level 30 would be a good level for Stantler to evolve into a Wyrdeer..

I thought about making a female version based on Bambi’s mom. I’m sure you can figure out why I didn’t do that on your own.

-I finally realized that most of the Delta Pokemon I added had their stats mixed up because somebody thought it was a good idea to mix up the stat order instead of doing it like it’s been done ever since gen 2! So I fixed them. This includes making sure the base stats is equal to the base stats for the original Pokemon for all but one Pokemon.

-Shuckle is that one Pokemon. I may have created a monster when I decided to reverse it’s defensive and offensive stats, plus giving it the possibility to have Sturdy. So now Sturdy is a Hidden Ability. I replaced Sturdy with Water Absorb for the regular abilities, and it’s just as slow as it’s canon counterpart now. (I did raise it’s HP a bit still.)

-I also fixed up Fairy Stantler a little more. It will learn some of it’s moves a little earlier now, plus I switched Draining Kiss and Dazzling Gleam because for some reason I made Draining Kiss come before Dazzling Gleam, despite Gleam being a much stronger move. And I also added an Egg move to it.

-I removed the ability to get a Partner Eevee and Pikachu for now because I’m not that happy with them. (They still exist in the game, so if you already have some they won’t disappear or corrupt your game or whatever.) I’m annoyed at myself for making them “new” Pokemon and not new forms of old Pokemon. I might just remove them altogether someday and start over.

Blog:

-I updated this and this page to add in the new Pokemon and to update the old one’s changes.

-I started making the page where it shows the abilities of Pokemon a bit easier to read before remembering why I did it the way I did in the first place and gave up after the starters.

Features:

-Added a new game that you can play the demo of. It’s a “Dating Sim,” but it’s more like a Newgrounds Dating Sim game (all of which are probably dead now) and instead of having a real conversation with them it’d be more like the dating sim-like mini game in Pokemon Masters. I made the demo within 4 days while suffering the side effects of my birth control shot.

Basically I made the portraits while waiting on the game to compressed, liked them, but didn’t feel like doing anything with them. Then I got my shot and became mostly useless so I decided to outline the inside of a Japanese school from some anime or VN or something on FireAlpaca. (Which was the most I could do in that state.) As I started sobering up I cared less and less about the graphics, which will become apparent if you play the game.

The story and characters are bland, (if you played one game in particular you’ll know what I was kind of inspired by) and I made a joke about them “not being based on real people” since they don’t look very different from their base. And that’s kind of part of the joke. (Though with some tweaking I could make “Witney” look original, easily.) Plus this way I don’t have to make up interests for them- I can just take the interests straight from canon.

+I worked on the Dungeon Crawler game a bit. I was watching something live and it’s easy for me to focus on that while also replacing some switches, pictures, etc. on the game.

At some point I’ll probably have to make a page on mini games.

Graphics:

-I just realized that the script that allows you to dress up does not include the VS portraits that happens when you start an important battle, so the transition would show you as either a white, brown haired boy or a white, brown hair girl. The simplest (and possibly the only) solution is to just do it yourself, so I have many folders that has all possible hair colors plus instructions on where to put them in the “replaceable graphics” folder. (As seen above.)

-I recolored the graphics for the “dating sim demo” to use the 16-bit color pallet, but I do have the original graphics in the “replaceable” folder.

-I touched up on fairy Stantler’s front sprite.

+I worked on some graphics that I’ll need for the future while waiting for the game to compress.

Audio: 

-The Gym Leader Battle Music is either all the same or not there at all. I removed all but one song and started giving every Gym Leader the same song but then everything crashed. When I tried going back in the game crashed again.

At best about half of them have battle music.

-Replaced most of the Victory! music, maybe. Probably not.. I tried to replace all of them so when you win a battle or catch a Pokemon you’re not greeted with a compressed Gen 3 style song but every time I tried changing the name of the songs it would again crash.

-Deleted most other battle music I know that I haven’t used for a battle itself. (Keeping only my favorites for the radio item.) I decided to have all cut music available for a separate download instead. (Which you can see above.)

Anyway, doing all of this has cut a little more than 200 MB out of the game, making the total music I removed over 400 MB.

Misc:

Made it so you’ll get the National Dex at the beginning of the game... For now. I never really thought about actually making sure the new Pokemon shows up on the Regional Pokedex until just now somehow. Instead of numbering them now, I’m going to wait until I have all of the Pokemon I’m going to have in, actually in first.

[hydrachea]

Actually I love that the new event just randomly switches your gender here and there for yet to be explained reasons. It took me off-guard the first time but now that I'm more used to it I love seeing the male avatar, yes thank you I look great. They should make this a mechanic more often considering how easy switching between the two options is in the in-game settings.

[hanafubukki]

"You Love Too Easily”

Summary: Sebek and YN play a game where they have to find the weakness of those they pass by.

Characters: Reader (Female), Sebek, Deuce, Riddle, and Lilia

Future Presents for the Past AU Masterlist

Note 1: I am back with this AU! No, I have not forgotten it 👏💜💚 This AU still has a special place in my heart and I have been thinking about it more and more. And this was one of the scenes I had to write down because it makes me soft and tender for everyone 🌺💕

Note 2: This story takes place in an AU I made. While you can understand the basics by reading this story, it will make more sense if you also read the underlying lore.  

Terms:  Seb/F!Sebek = Future Sebek (majority of this is with F!Sebek but there is one scene where the terms come into play so you don’t get confused)

Future Sebek speaks in italics to make it easier to keep track too.

Tag List: @coraldelusiondaze​ (because she secretly loves the pa-cough cough), @justeclem44​ (wasn’t sure if you wanted to be tagged in the AU stories, let me know if you don’t and I'll take you out.)

·      YN walked down the hallways of NRC.

·      “YN.”

·      “Hm?”

·      “Let’s continue that game.”

·      She smiled to herself, turning to the figure next to her.

·      Well, the figurative figure.

·      Her powers had not accumulated enough for her boys to fully manifest physically yet.

·      Or for others to see them

·      But they were no longer voices in her head

·      Instead, they had transparent forms

·      Today seemed to be Sebek’s day to spend time with her.

·      “The game where we find the other people’s weakness and whoever finds the most wins?”

·      She saw the way Sebek’s smile widened.

·      She knew he was confident.

·      “Yes.”

·      “I’m just going to beat you anyway.”

·      “Lies! We tied last time.”

·      “We’ll see Seb, we’ll see.”

·      Their first target was Deuce Spade.

·      Deuce was talking to Professor Crewel, most likely about extra study material so he could do better in the next exam.

·      “Five.”

·      “I agree.”

·      On the way to the library, Riddle was passed by.

·      After YN greeted him, she leaned slightly towards Sebek.

·      “Three.”

·      He smirked.

·      “Four.”

·      YN gasped, turning towards him.

·      “Which one? I got back, left side, and right arm.”

·      Sebek raised a finger, “You forgot his legs.”

·      YN turned around and stared as Riddle rounded the corner, staring at his heels.

·      She huffed, “Fine.”

·      At the library, you weren’t surprised to have met Sebek.

·      The current timeline Sebek.

·      “Human.” Sebek nodded at you.

·      “Hello, my dear crocodile.”

·      “Crocodile!”

·      “You call me human.”

·      YN laughed as Sebek became flustered.

·      “Well, that doesn’t matter now. Make sure you don’t keep Waka-sama out too long when you see him.”

·      “I’ll try not to.”

·      YN watched as Sebek left.

·      She smiled fondly before turning to Seb.

·      He was quiet.

·      “He has three.”

·      “He has too many to count.”

·      “I disagree.”

·      “He’s a fool.”

·      “That’s my best friend you’re bad-mouthing. I won’t let you keep doing it.”

·      YN huffed at him.

·      Seb smiled, saying no more.

·      YN ran into Lilia as she was returning home.

·      “YN, dear, have you seen Malleus.”

·      “Tsunotaro? Not recently.”

·      “What am I going to do with that child?”

·      Lilia shook his head and turned to head back to his dorm.

·      “Love him as your son.”

·      She saw Lila turn around and smile at her softly in acknowledgment before vanishing.  

·      “Master Lilia has no weakness.”

·      YN could only shake her head.

·      “He has one, his heart.”

·      YN felt Sebek wrap his arm around her and felt a soft kiss on her forehead.

·      She closed her eyes and willed the tears away.

·      Before YN went to sleep, she asked Sebek one last question.

·      “What about me?”

·      “You have one.”

·      “Which is?”

·      Sebek ran a hand over her hair.

·      “You love too easily and too many.”

·      YN smiled at him.

·      “Someone has to love the idiots in my life.”

·       Sebek pulled at her cheek.

·      She tried to bite his fingers.

·      He made a face at her before softly smiling at her.

·      “That’s why you are the most precious in Twisted Wonderland.”

I hope you enjoyed 💚💜

[novelelitist]

Can I request some separate headcanons for Yan Qing and Robin who have a female master, master can't sleep and wants a midnight snack so they take her out and break into like an ice cream shop or a cafe or a boba tea shop, you get the idea. And help themselves (aka steal) to a late night treat with their beloved master

It's hot as fuckin' shit. 90° F and it ends up that warm inside my grandmother's house. I survive on ice cream and ice packs. 

Master is having the worst time sleeping on a sweaty summer night. They're uncomfortably toasty and have a mighty need for sustenance. Yan Qing and Robin Hood come to the rescue. (Separately.)

This was available July 6th on Patreon.

Yan Qing

When Master asks Yan Qing for boba, he stops pacing mid-step. He turns to look at them. A look of confusion stretches across his face. There’s almost something comical about his apparent distress. 

He dramatically recalls a recent game of paintball he played with Billy the Kid and Arash. They went for a snack afterwards. Upon hearing a young woman order "boba," Billy hooked his arms around both men's shoulders and asked if they wanted "boba these nuts." Arash asked what this meant. Yan Qing pretended he didn't know. Billy was mortified.

Yan Qing has a vague idea of what boba tea is. It's far after his time, but he does like when cultural artifacts from his home gain popularity. It gives him a sense of nostalgic pride (and dissonance, because he is conflicted about Taiwan).

Master has to drag Yan Qing out of his riveting conversation with himself and also his other self. He puts up a fuss at first, busy arguing over whether or not "boba deez nuts" was offensive. Master convinces him that he'll have to try said boba before he can decide whether or not Billy's dumb comment was worth kicking his ass over. 

Unseeable, untouchable, he breaches the locally-owned cafe Master likes. Once inside he opens the back door for them to join him. There's a chill and a thrill that passes between Yan Qing and his Master. The satisfaction of doing something bad and getting away with it is overwhelming. 

First they have to do something bad, though. Neither of them is interested in the till or the safe. Stealing goods that are packed as a donation to a food bank would be gross. Taking ingredients back to Master's residence would leave them with armfuls of materials they couldn't effectively use. It seems they have no choice but to make their bubble tea on-site. 

Neither of them know how to make bubble tea. Master makes a face at this realization and Yan Qing cackles wildly at their misfortune. Thankfully they have the power of the internet and mobile data at their disposal. Master reads a few recipes and scans an article and Yan Qing looms over their shoulder as he so quickly catches up to their reading. 

The recipe, he thinks, should be easy enough. It would be easier if he’d ever made anything like it in his life. The tea is easy. Yan Qing can brew tea. He can brew tea with the best of ‘em. But what’s with the tapioca balls? Why are they so squishy? What is he supposed to do with them? He wants to juggle them, or throw them. It’s very distracting.

Master pulls him out of his daze. They instruct him to brew the tea while they take care of everything else. Black tea is the common tea for boba, according to the page Master has pulled up on their phone. Yan Qing is not in the mood for black tea. He also doesn’t think iced coffee is appropriate at this hour. Chai tea, maybe? He likes chai tea lattes with soy milk. Milk isn’t necessary for one’s health, did you know, Master? There’s a conspiracy afoot in big dairy where decades have gone to advertising milk to produce more profits than—

Perhaps Yan Qing should acquire different friends.

Robin Hood

Master hobbles out of their sleeping quarters at about 05:00. Robin Hood is kicked back waiting for the sun to rise. When Master shuffles over to him, he nearly jumps out of his skin. Nobody needs to exist this early. 

It appears Master cannot sleep, for Master has a mighty need that must be met: the need to fuckin' chill. They're hungry and whiny from being stuck unable to sleep all night. The likelihood of agitation in the morrow is too damn high. 

This is not what Robin is contracted with his Master for, but he has a feeling this isn't the weirdest or least convenient thing they're ever going to ask of him. 

Under normal circumstances, Robin would prefer to support a local stand or shop that makes and serves their own ice cream. He likes when the worker is connected to the output of their labor–when they own the means of production, as it were. This in mind, the logical course of action is for Robin to hit up Corporate Ice Cream Chain Location for Master's favorites. 

He must correct himself on that, because Robin doesn't like calling…whatever-it-is Corporate Ice Cream sells "ice cream." It is "frozen dairy dessert" or something like it. It could be neither frozen, nor dairy, nor dessert, and still labeled as ice cream. 

After a quick trip riding Robin's back like a sleepy koala, Master is sat down on the roof of Corporate Ice Cream Chain Location. He props them against the nearest clean-ish looking brick structure. While they listen to birds sing to sunrise (tweet tweet food caw caw sex), Robin condenses himself into spirit form and sprinkles into the building. 

The weak security warrants no effort. He isn't surprised by how little there is. Between his cloak and the incompetence of the camera setup, Robin can say quite comfortably nobody is going to see him on the recordings.

Corporate Ice Cream's backrooms are dismal. They're pitch black save for blinking lights on whirring machines with ominous silhouettes. Robin is definitely not scared, but he is unsettled. It helps that he has Darkvision like any shifty rogue worth his salt. Super Secret Agent Spy music plays in his head. It's a playful tune from a movie he watched with Master. It makes him feel dangerous and sexy. 

The current conditions are not dangerous, and they are also not sexy. It's cold as shit (a pleasant contrast to the outdoors, which are currently hot as shit) and that's about it.

Robin almost feels bad for potentially ruining some minimum wage worker's day. Almost. But he chose this location because it's an act against their employer. It's not his fault they're hostages under the milky boot of corporate ice cream. 

He returns to the roof with four white plastic tubs with frost on the sides. He tries to peek around them and fails. Master takes two of them, and together they escape back to their base of operations. 

[dotster001]

Hope I’m not late for the event

Congrats on 100 btw

For TWST

I’m a female Sagittarius , my mbti is intj, I have a high pain tolerance. I can actually sing really well but only when I’m alone. I never wanna drink alcohol in my life and I secretly despise it. I’m also an introvert. I’m also Latina and 4”11. I rarely get grossed out. I’m straight . I love horror and rarely get grossed out and I like cats more then people . I have autism. I love watching movies and playing genshin impact. I also like learning and reading . I know English, my Spanish is rusty and the basics of French.

(Nah fam you good. You have a whole 50 minutes before I close the event. Unless I fall asleep first because whoops. Also, love how my intj's represented? Like wow! Living for it. Tbh, my first instinct for you was Idia, but then I had a flash of inspiration. This a just trust me bro moment)

I match you with Lilia Vanrouge.

Because we have so little interaction with the Diasomnia bois (it's seriously a crime) I get to make up how you met. He first was drawn to you after the chaos of the opening ceremony. After living as long as he has, he loves to have that little bit of spice in his life. After that, he sought you out and the two of you bonded by destroying losers in rpg games.

He's ecstatic that you love to learn, because he has so much to teach you! He's lived through so many historical events, and visited so many different cultures, and he wants to share it all with you. In exchange, teach him something about your world. He'll totally fall even harder if you do.

You'd think because both of you are short queens things would be easier on you. And normally they are, because he gets it and will fly to the top of a shelf to get things for you. That said when he's in a playful mood, he might put your book on the top shelf until you give him a kiss. Okay maybe two kisses. He's a greedy man.

Your love of horror, and lack of disgust has opened a whole new level of pranks to play on poor Sebek. The number of times one or both of you has pretended to be brutally murdered and he fell for it is beyond ridiculous.

He would love if you would sing for him, but he understands that may take some time for you to get comfortable doing. He won't ever push you into something that upsets you.

This goes for your dislike of alcohol as well. Heis incredibly reassuring, and won't force you into drinking it. He knows where to draw the line with his pranks, and things that make you uncomfortable are no fun for him to joke about.

You also get a ready made family when you start dating him. The Diasomnia gang takes you in like one of their own and you never have to deal with jerky mob students ever again.

Lilia is laying on the floor covered in fake blood. You stand above him holding an equally bloody knife. You fight back your smile as Sebek walks in and immediately looks on edge.

"I know what this is, human, and I'm not falling for your tricks twice in one week." He tries to look certain but you can tell he isn't as sure as he'd like to be.

"Believe what you want," you say with a shrug. "But when you come to your senses just know I did what had to be done."

Sebek looks between you and Lillia a couple times, and starts sobbing.

"Lilia, I AM SO SORRY I WASN'T HERE TO SAVE YOU FROM THE EVIL HUMAN. IF I COULD HAVE BUT ONE MORE MINUTE WITH YOU, I WOULD BE CONTENT."

Lilia gives a dramatic gasp, as though filling his lungs with air for the first time. He sits up and gives Sebek an innocent shocked look.

"My dear Sebek, I heard your calls from the beyond and it has restored me to this life!"

Sebek started crying tears of joy until he saw the smug grin on Lilia's face. 

"Master Lilia, this was not funny."

Lilia gave a fake sad sigh, "Forgive me Sebek, I must have grown so old that I no longer know what the youths find funny" He wipes away an imaginary tear, as you stifle a giggle . 

"Ah well," he says. "I guess we shall have to try it on Malleus next."

He hurriedly stands up and grabs your hand, and the two of you laugh like idiots in love as you run away, angry Sebek scarcely a foot behind you.

[marimopeace]

there's a limit on how much you can be an isekai intellectual...

a bunch of analyses have been popping up before me all day so i wanted to throw my hat into the ring. all love to ppl who are exercising their creative minds + ppl like geoff here who just talk about these things because of fan interest but i feel like there reaches a point where exploring the "types" of isekai is pointless? i've seen ppl list out the different types of villainess revenge isekai or fantasy mmorpg isekai but eh why fit them all into separate boxes like that?

i think it's easier to think of isekai as a "type" (genre) of itself with only two categories: 1) a focus on isekai (lit. another world) 2) tensei (lit. to be reborn). this allows for a variety of applications and thus tropes that ppl see so many trends of!

with isekai - in another world

you see everything from:

pure fantasy (inuyasha, digimon wait maybe not the best example but in my childhood mind i count digimon as pure fantasy, fushigi yugi)

mmorpg inspired fantasy/adventure (.hack//legend of twilight, sao ugh, log horizon, overlord (LOVE OVERLORD!)

otome game-esque worlds >>> this is where it gets complicated with "villainess routes" since i admit there are multiple villainess tropes but this is why it's nice to not think of this as a "sub-type/genre" bc it frees you from those complications! (the saint's magic power is omnipotent, the white cat's revenge as plotted from the dragon king's lap soso cute!, the savior's book cafe in another world, i'm a villainous daughter so i'm going to keep the last boss wait i can't remember if she's reborn in this one lmaooo see this is why rules make everything hard)

with tensei storylines - being reincarnated/reborn in another world as *insert character/role*

you see...

the same tropes!!

pure fantasy (a returner's magic should be special, reminiscence adonis, the lady and the beast, light and shadow, i can't think of a manga off the top of my head for this ah)

mmorpg inspired fantasy/adventure (so i'm a spider so what i stan kumoko so hard, her majesty's swarm, can't name another off the top of my head ah i hate lists shorter than two things...)

self-insert based games/novels (fiance's observation log of a self-proclaimed villainess, who made me a princess, death is the only ending for the villainess, the villainess wants to marry a commoner, honestly games vs novels are different applications but i'm not in the headspace to try to remember a bunch of both lol)

*insert line break to give random ppl a break from scrolling but tl; dr just enjoy things for what they are no need to micro analyze*

similar variations occur in both genres (if ppl want to be super technical i guess i'm arguing that isekai itself is a massive genre that has the "another world" subgenre and "reincarnation" subgenre tl; dr) so i think it's honestly a huge pain to try to separate all these trends into so many different types of stories. for me personally it's easier to not get overwhelmed by this gigantic umbrella of "isekai" that spans light novels, manhwa, manga, and mobile games by just stripping each story down into its trademark tropes (aka character archetypes, story structures) and slapping "oh this is a person going to a world that's not ours" and "this person gets reborn as blank in another world". none of this "omg this power fantasy is such a this kind of isekai moment" or "there are 14 different types of villainess revenge stories and this series fits into this" bc AH labels! limitations! circle-jerks via ppl trying to compartmentalize everything and sound smart for leaving a comment on story analysis instead of ooh-ahhing over a character's face! dividing things into light novel manga vs manga vs korean manhwa ft. female characters!

the last bit is mainly why i feel frustrated by ppl's insistence to group everything?

the video linked at the beginning of the post (honestly good video essay, i enjoyed it, i just kept thinking in my head the whole time "marimo these are tropes do not take the genre talk literally") has a baby comment thread talking about "korean isekai manhwas" as a genre featuring nothing but reincarnated villainess' and i can't.

like i cannot acknowledge that as a genre of any sort. the energy i felt reading through some of those insights takes me back to 2012 when all yt americans discovered k-pop and deemed all korean music k-pop from then on! (ppl still do this now, yes you are seen and don't talk to me pls i don't like you. k-pop is korean pop music and nothing less and nothing more. take a few seconds and try to parse apart aspects of korean culture instead of slamming everything into a monolithic label that has the letter k and a hyphen.) it feels so odd to see a bunch of young ppl on ig and tiktok acknowledge korean media that happens to be in the form of a webtoon as "oh stories all about young girls becoming villains in stories they made/played" bc it feels so reductive u.u

(positionality disclaimer that i'm praying isn't actually necessary: i am a 3rd-generation korean of japanese descent do not fite me i am exhausted irl of ppl asking for validation/verification bc massive shove off.)

breaking news! korean manhwa...is just as multifaceted as japanese manga...bc how can comics as an art-form not have multiple genres...huh such a shocker?!?! same likely applies to media in other parts of the world like chinese manhwa and french comics--not my place to explain either of those i just know those industries exist bc of wakfu and donghua shows by Tencent.

at the end of the day it's not like analyzing any kind of isekai is wrong--absolutely not!! i think it can be super fun to think about how isekai elements complicate a story (MCs trying to go back home, ppl from the og world, reincarnation plot-twists) or maybe even bash a series for including some kind of other world element when they could have just written a super fun fantasy.

insert marimo's brief ramble that hey you can get sick of truck-kun's hitting disillusioned guys who happen to be super duper smart or girls who happen to be master chefs/craftsmen but transporting a fully-grown being into a fantasy setting is the ultimate cheat code for making mundane modern technology seem cool and overpowered, and being reincarnated as a fully grown person in a world with a pre-made story/game set-up completely bypasses the need for an author to slowly flesh out world-building in a natural progression so isekai is actually a really smart writing tool it's just that there are some series where the author didn't use it well at all and it's cheesy or clearly isekai was misused as a vehicle for character/story development and it was pointless *DEEP BREATH OUT*

in this essay i will argue...lol i am such a culture studies major!! if i were an english major i would be talking all about writing but here i am having a side-tangent about world-building via someone being reborn wow i love this for me (don't get me started on when an author has someone reincarnate as a baby and the story is mostly them having warm fluffy moments with their family--typically father figures--and getting lots of powers i could and would and probably will rant about east asian toxicity)

but anyway am i crazy????? like yes for being passionate about the technical use of a word like genre (i am a scorpio rising let me be fussy pls) but i don't think it's a lot to ask for ppl to not unironically see "villainess revenge isekai" as the definition of korean manhwa.

idk as someone who resonates with why japanese isekai is so popular domestically + why a lot of korean manhwa feat. the same tropes (it's not for great reasons lads it's actually depressing tbh) i'm just starting to feel kind of pained by the generalization and need to separate "cute japanese girl in an otome game"/"japanese boy finds a harem in another world" from "korean girl dies and comes back as a villainess" bc they are just! applications to the same story device!!

recommendations for any who makes it this far down below <3

// also gladly recommend any of the examples i've listed in the above rant as i've read/watched all of them and adore them v much! //

save me princess

super refreshing fantasy manhwa ft. a princess and her ex-boyfriend having to save the world!

the beginning after the end

an AMERICAN web novel turned into a comic (but see it being not korean/japanese doesn't really matter when you just consider isekai as a genre...isn't it nice to not overthink it?) ft. a super-powerful wizard king reincarnated into another world and starting from scratch--gives mushoku tensei vibes but huge twists!

the reason why raeliana ended up at the duke's mansion

love love LOVE this story--read the title and you'll learn how this girl reincarnated as the character raeliana in a book gets married to a duke!

trash of the count's family

such a good novel!! a guy gets reborn as a lazy oaf and he takes the hero of the story under his wing...plot twists come up later on!

this time i will definitely be happy!

v good and refreshing for a shorter series! she's been reborn 3 times and remembers every time the hero's stabbed her in the back, and now she just wants to break up with him!

silver diamond

older manga but v good adventure w intrigue! a boy who loves plants get sucked into a desert world with demonic lizards and a mysterious bodyguard by his side. shonen-ai not BL but wonderful vibes nonetheless + great side characters!

the princess imprints a traitor

adore everything in this from the world (not in that way this society makes me so angry) to the machinations at play and the dynamic between the fl and ml

[systlinsideblog]

Part 6

There was a terrible disorientation, darkness, pressure, and then he was lying facedown on something soft. He flinched as a familiar weight thunked against the back of his thighs; his shield. His sword was still in hand; he was gripping it tightly, out of pure instinct.

Somewhere above him was movement, and the sound of a sword being half drawn, and then a gasp. He recognized the distinctive traits of all three; and decided to simply lie there a bit yet. He had a raging headache suddenly, and there was no danger he could think of that could possibly get through his wife to harm him.

“Foicatch!?” She sounded shocked. There was a soft thump as Ice hit the soft rugs beneath them, and then hands on him, on the back of his shoulders and on his cheek. “Beloved?”

“Fuck.” He said into the carpets. With some effort, he pulled himself up to his knees and took a look around, instinctively taking in his surroundings and the lay of the land.

A tent of some sort, on a wooden platform. A wagon, most likely, judging from the slight give and sway. A large camp, from the noises outside. The tent was rich; gold and jewels glittered in lamplight, and the pallet he was on was of rich, soft carpets and furs. He did not recognize any of it, but was again not surprised. Gods played games with his wife’s life, and wherever she was he knew in his bones that she’d soon rise to the top.

Quite suddenly, arms were around his neck, and Systlin was clinging to him in a bone-creaking embrace. He started, surprised; she was normally a reserved woman, but now she was acting as if she’d not seen him in weeks.

“Sys.” He said weakly. “Sys. Darling. What…”

“Is Senna all right?” She pulled back and stared at him, her eyes bright, desperate. “Is she all right?”

“Of course she is. You saw her half an hour ago.” Foicatch rubbed at his aching temples. “What the fuck was that?”

Her whole body seemed to relax, almost slumping with abject relief, and she pulled back a little, but left one hand on his knee. “For me,” she said. “It’s been three months.”

He blinked a couple of times. “What.”

“Three months.”

“How…”

“The Lady.” When he’d been a boy, he’d never dreamed that he’d ever hear someone make such a matter of fact sort of statement about the Lady, Mother of All. Let alone that he would be married to that person, and that such a statement would make utter sense. “We’re on a world called Gor.” A slight pause. “’Catch, love, you’ve no clue how happy I am to have you here. This place is a shithole.”

“It can’t be that bad.” He waved a hand around at the tent. “This seems nice.”

“I had to kill three thousand men to unfuck this one tribe.” She said bluntly. “And it’s still not really done; that was just lancing the boil. ’Catch, the men of this world are slavers. All of them, from what I can tell, or at least most. They keep women as sex toys.”

Foicatch stared at her for a solid minute or so, appalled.

“What.” He finally managed.

It took her half an hour to fill him in on the details. By the end, his headache was fading, but a second one was threatening on his heels. He’d gotten to his feet some time back, and he was incandescently furious and pacing the tent. (The Ubara’s tent. He felt a flash of pride, at that. Of course she was Ubara; queen by her own hand within a day. He’d expect nothing less of her, and marveled, again, that such a woman as her had chosen him.)

He stopped his pacing long enough to touch her face, to brush her plait back. “You said you killed three thousand that first night.”

“Yes.” She said. The word was a flat statement of fact.

“You must have used your power.”

“Yes.” Again, a statement of fact.

“Are you all right?” He asked it softly. She never admitted to anyone else save Sura the cost of her gift for Breaking, the strain it caused when used too much. But he knew, because she trusted him.

“I am.” She covered his hand with hers. “I told you once; it gets easier to restrain it, with practice. And I’ve had a lot of practice. And the women…” She looked off, at the tent flap. “They’re remarkable. All they’ve been through, and survived. Many are brilliant, and funny, and kind, and fierce. They’ve not let me stew alone.”

He nodded, relieved. Do not let her be alone, Sura had told him once. Sura, bright, brilliant Sura, who’d realized before anyone else living what Systlin was, that there’d come a Breaker strong enough to break even her curse to her will.

They stood there for a moment. She stepped into his arms, and leaned against his chest. He looped his arms around her waist, and let her take comfort as long as she needed it.

At last, he said “So you’ve been gone months, but it’s been but moments at home.”

“Thank the gods.” Systlin’s voice was muffled by his chest. “I’ve been so, so worried, about you and Senna.”

“It’s reasonable then to assume that however long we take here, little or no time will have passed at home.”

“Thank the gods.” She said again, fervent.

“Well.” He said. “We might as well make a proper job of it then. Why don’t you show me around, Ubara?”

   He was a very tall man, broad and muscular and strong, a fighting man in true. He wore a sword and shield with the air of a man long accustomed to their use. His eyes were green, and sharp. His hair fell to his shoulders, caught back in a leather tie. His beard was braided into a short plait bound in silver.

This is a proper man, I thought, but then to my horror I saw the glint of silver in his ear.

A man….a man, a fighting man! Had allowed his ear to be pierced! It was shameful, beyond shameful.

The she-sleen emerged from the wagon behind him. She said something, and he turned to listen. I realized that the ring in his ear was a twin to the silver one she wore, and in a flash realized that this was her mate, the one she’d claimed to be bonded to.

He laughed at something she said, and she grinned at him.

 I thought that I had seen the she-sleen fight, that day she had slain Kamchak, Ubar of the Tuchuks.

I had not. Not truly. I had realized, of course, that she had been toying with him, toying with a Tuchuk, known as the fiercest and cleverest of warriors. But I had not known, not really, what she was.

I stared as she sparred the man…her husband, it still was a thing of horror to think of bedding such a woman, but if there was a man to master such a woman then I could believe it of this man.

He was magnificent. It was hot; he had stripped to his waist, baring a marvelously formed body to the sun. There were scars here and there, showing that he was a fighting man and had won many battles. His eyes were fierce and keen, and he wielded that metal shield and his sword as easily and lightly as if they were wooden toys, muscles rippling under taut bronze skin. He was fast, as fast as a snake, and his footwork was superb. Any city would have been honored to have a fighting man such as he in their ranks; I am man enough to admit that in battle he could have bested me, and it would have been no shame to lose to such a superb warrior.

But then there was her.

He was magnificent, the pinnacle of what a fighting man strives to be. And out of the three bouts I saw them fight, he lost two.

He was fast. But she was like the speed of a falcon bound into the body of a woman, and made the swordplay look almost as a dance. She would, I thought, have been magnificent in dancing silks.

She flowed like water around strikes. She was, quite nimbly, never where a strike seemed to go, and used her blades with the precision of a physician excising a tumor. Her stamina seemed boundless; indeed, even under the heat of the sun she was not even sweating.

The first match ended after what seemed an impossibly long time to hold out against either of those displays of masterful swordsmanship, with his sword at her breast. My heart soared; surely, I thought, now he would put her in her place, teach her what it meant that he was a man, and she but a female…

But it did not happen. She laughed, and he grinned, a brilliant flash of white teeth.

“See what I mean?” She said, and rolled her shoulders, stepping back. “I’ve needed this. There’s no one here who can really test me, and I’ve been getting sloppy.”

The comment stung; she’d faced the whole of the Tuchuk, and me, a warrior of Ko-Ro-Ba!

He snorted. “The Lady should have brought Stellead here if that was what you needed; a training dummy and someone to teach.”

“Hm.” She gave him a look out of the corner of her eye that shocked me; it was playful, and warm, and very unlike the coldness she usually showed. I wondered if there was a slave under that armor after all, but then of course that could not be; no self respecting man would let a woman who was his slave on the couches and in the furs carry on so in public. “No, I think I’m glad. You are much better looking.”

“Well.” He smiled again. “With all due respect to your lovely and very terrifying aunt, I must agree.”

There were more like her? The thought was horrific. But then they crossed swords again, and I could only watch.

She won that second bout, and the third. At the end of the third, they were staring at each other with a particular heat in their eyes that I knew well; I have seen lust, in many forms.

I was shocked again when she grasped the end of the short plait of his beard, pulled his head down with no great gentleness, and kissed him as thoroughly and passionately as a slave girl might.

I had thought that she must be frigid, in denial of her own womanhood, wishing to be a man and putting from her head all thought of licentiousness and lust. And yet here I saw her, dusty from the training ring, her sword still in her hand, still as unyielding as steel, her movements and body language all sureness and authority, and kissing like a passion slave.

It was shocking, as well; she was demanding of him, not begging, and instead of silks she was attired entirely unflatteringly in leather and wool. And yet somehow the magnificent warrior seemed as enthusiastic about this embrace as a Gorean man with a pleasure slave at his mercy.

She pulled back, but did not let go of his beard or break eye contact. “My tent, I think.” Her voice was all anticipation. “You can leave the boots on.”

“Only if you leave the sword belt on.” He took her hand, and they were gone.

A wagon is not really the most sound-proof of dwellings. Out of some terrible fascination, I drifted towards the wagon of the Ubara.

The noises were loud, and enthusiastic. They lasted quite some time. At times, it sounded as if a pitched battle was taking place within the wagon. It was, indeed, some hour and a half before the she-sleen emerged at last from the wagon. She looked quite pleased with herself. Her hair had been freshly plaited, and she was wearing new clothing. She headed off again towards the training fields, humming some tuneless little song to herself.

Foicatch exited the wagon some time later. He looked the way that a man only does after he has been well and thoroughly pleased. He had put on a tunic, but it was not laced up the front, and his magnificent musculature was still visible through the thin cloth anyways. He was eating a sar fruit. There were imprints of small, even teeth several places on his neck, I saw, and scratch marks down one forearm. He seemed equally pleased with himself.

He saw me staring, and gave me a wide grin. It was quite a smug grin.

“Jealous?” He laughed quietly, drew another sar fruit from his belt pouch, and tossed it my way; I caught it on reflex. “Can’t say I blame you. She’s magnificent, isn’t she?” He looked off in the direction of the practice rings, his expression fond.

“I would think,” I said. “That in going to bed with such a creature, you would risk death should you be found wanting.”

“Oh.” His grin grew wider. “Well, that’s gotten around already? It’s true, actually. She does kill lovers she finds unsatisfying.”

“Foicatch!” A sharp voice, as the she-sleen appeared again, and shook her head at her mate. “You are terrible.”

“Likes to nail the skulls up in the bedroom, just for motivation to any new ones.”

“Foicatch!”

“What? I’m only adding to your legend.”

She rolled her eyes, and gave him a look that was both fond and exasperated. “Terrible.” She vanished back into the wagon. “The council will be here soon to discuss strategy for gathering resources on the migration route. There’s many small towns and cities along the way, and I don’t intend to leave a single whip unburnt in our path.”

“And before you ask,” Foicatch said, as she vanished. “Yes, we’ve been married for thirty years.” A self satisfied grin. “Take from that what you will.”

I stared at him.

“What? Shut your mouth before a bird nests in there, man.”

“You…” I struggled for words. “But you are…you’re a red-blooded fighting man!”

A slight shrug. “Last time I checked, yes.” He finished the fruit.

“And you let your woman be…that?”

“Ah.” His expression shifted in a moment, going dark. “Right.” He gave me a disgusted sort of look. “To begin, there’s nothing on this world or any other that could make Systlin be anything but whatever she wishes to be; she’s herself, and that is why I love her.” The frown deepened. “Just because you lot on this world can only handle women fawning at your feet and fearing for their lives if they say one word against you, doesn’t mean we’re all such cowards on all worlds.”

That struck me deeply. I am many things, but a coward I have never been! I am a fighting man of Ko-Ro-Ba! I am a fighting man of Gor, where the strong rule!

“I am no coward!” I hissed, and had taken a step towards him before I knew it.

“Mmm.” He sounded unconvinced, and was entirely unconcerned at my anger. “Right. That’s why you keep women in chains.” He straightened a bit. I am a tall man, but he was taller, and I had to look up to stare angrily at him. Quite suddenly, in a flash, I wondered if this was how a slave girl felt, before a warrior such as myself, having to tilt her head back to look up at him. “Just because none of you can get a woman without buying her like a horse, chaining her to your bed, and beating her into submission…On my world, such a man would be ridiculed at the least and most pathetic of men.” A pause. “Well, and then executed. But also ridiculed.”

I stared. I had never heard it put so. “They are just women. They deserve no better”

I saw the blow coming, and moved to avoid it, but he was terribly quick and I was still recovering my full fitness since my broken leg. The strike across the face was sudden and sharp, and to my humiliation I realized that I had not been struck with a closed fist, as befitted a warrior, but backhanded like I was a misbehaving slave.

“Did that hurt?” His voice was low, and I realized that he was terribly angry. “Would you like it, to spend your life cringing, waiting for that at any moment because you did not stand correctly? It is braver, I think, to survive such a life than to be the monster who holds the other end of the chain. You are a coward, Tarl Cabot, and every man on this world is a coward if he thinks as you do. If you are afraid of women holding any role but your slaves, that is your failing, not that of men of other worlds.”

He spat in the dust at my feet. “Systlin said the men of this world were awful.” A shake of his head. “I didn’t realize how very much she was right. Go. Get away from this wagon. If I see you again today I might have to throttle you to death.” He turned, and ducked once more into the tent.

[writing-in-april]

The Big Bluff

Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Summary: Spencer goes up against a professional poker player.

A/N: This is almost a purely self indulgent fic, once I had this idea I really really wanted to write it for myself. I wrote all of this today while sick so I’m proud of myself lmao. Also ‘the woman’ Is definitely inspired by Irene Adler. Thanks for letting me have the third person today @zhuzhubii (inside joke thanks to)and thanks to @imagining-in-the-margins who helped me figure out where the story was gonna go. Last day of my 500 follower celebration!! I did 7 fics in 7 days!! Thanks y’all so much for supporting me!!

Warnings: Smut, Fighting for dominance, Hand job, Spitting, Fingering, Choking - uhh should be it.

Masterlist Word count: 2.3k

The casino lights were bright as she walked in through the main entrance of the casino that was dripping in finery. She was a vision in red, dressed to the nines in a red dress that left little to the imagination. She was here to blow off some steam, though not in the way people would assume. The woman in red was a professional poker player, normally playing high stakes games that were also televised for people’s enjoyment. Usually people would try to escape what they did at work on the weekends, but not her as she rather enjoyed the adrenaline that pumped through her veins just as she was about to win.

A man sat across from her at the table she chose with fluffy brown hair that curled slightly and wearing clothes that didn’t fit with the overall aesthetic of everyone else there. She would have assumed normally that he was an amateur player, only here to blow off steam (Plus his money) for the weekend by playing poker and laying in bed with someone. There was something about his demeanor however the way he acted just subtly arrogant as he waited for the dealer to start, that told her that he was the one to watch during the game.

Sure enough after the first round he had won, the woman lost nothing in the hand as she had folded right when she realized she’d gotten a bad hand. Worry still had creeped up on her as she gazed at the man who looked more like a teacher’s assistant rather than a poker player, she couldn’t be seen to lose even if this wasn’t a high stakes game, she had a reputation to uphold. She could’ve left the table, gone to find some easier people to swindle, but the challenge to bring the mystery man down was too hard to ignore.

During the next round her eyes almost never left the stranger only looking down every so often at the cards she had been dealt. It got to the point in the game where everyone had folded besides her and the man, she had been raising the stakes too high for everyone else to be comfortable with participating even if they thought they had a good hand. The whole table sucked in a breath as she went all in with her bet, no one at the table seemed to be able to get a read on her, including the man who thought he was unbeatable.

“I fold.” A triumphant smirk came across her face while taking a celebratory gulp of the wine she had ordered as the man had finally admitted defeat, this was exactly the kind of adrenaline rush she had been searching for. The look on his face was pure rage, she got the sense that he hardly got angry probably because he hardly lost.

She raked in all the chips she had earned, but then decided to not show her winning hand. It was far more satisfying to her to see the frustration on everyone’s faces, to see them try to figure out her game. Was she bluffing or not?

Once she had cashed them in she left to go to her hotel in a cab that she had called until she saw the man waiting by the entrance waiting and stopped. He looked like he was waiting for someone rather impatiently by the way he was tapping his foot.

“Are you waiting for someone?”

“Yeah you.” He remarked rather simply, his foot still tapped impatiently clearly fed up with her even though the amount of words they had spoken to each other could be counted on two hands.

“Why are you looking for me?” She played the part of a coy woman perfectly, she knew exactly why he was looking for her. His cocky demeanor at the table had quickly given away to her that he rarely lost any hand that he was dealt, whether it was a bad one or not.

“How did you win? Were you bluffing? You must have been bluffing...Or you just got lucky...” His ranting would’ve been cute in any other circumstance, the fact that he had assumed what had gone down, that she was in fact only lucky or bluffing made her blood boil.

“How did you get away with card counting?” She countered back a little irritated that he had assumed that the only way she could win was if she was bluffing or getting lucky. He seemed caught off guard by her question, unable to comprehend how someone had caught him after mastering the subtle art of card counting over the years. Though she was irritated at him, she still wanted to know more about the man who looked more like a teacher's assistant than a poker player, even if she had beaten him it was still obvious that he was good at the game. “What’s your name?”

“Spencer.” His impatience was even worse now looking almost frantic at her slow pace in the conversation, he was more focused on her skills rather than her name.

“Well- Spencer it was nice to meet you, but I have to get going, better luck next time.” She wasn’t dumb, she knew he was going to follow her out to her cab, her real aim was to hopefully get him to come back to the hotel with her. She may have been looking for a poker game to release some tension, that had somewhat worked, however this game seemed far more fun.

“Please- I need to know.” His shouted out words had attracted the attention of a few casino goers who were not happy with the fact that a man was yelling right outside the doors of the casino. The little wave he gave as an apology before sprinting a little to get closer to her was cute, deepening her desire to take the man for a ride, maybe he wasn’t as much of a hot arrogant asshole that she thought.

“Why don’t you come with me if you want to find out.” She flashed him a coy smirk before ducking into the cab. The man she now knew as Spencer may be arrogant when it comes to his poker skills, but underneath it all she could tell there was a man that was intriguing. She wanted to get to know him beyond his card counting skills and possibly jump his bones. The fact that he was gorgeous did nothing but stoke the fire that he ignited during their heated conversation.

Spencer did take up her offer and got into the back seat with her. Though, whether he had caught onto the other game that they had started to play was still a mystery to her.

They had made it up to her room in the swanky hotel on the strip, being a professional did bring her in big money. The look in his eyes as he stood waiting near the door told her that he had definitely caught onto the game she had carefully set up for them. There was still a way to back out, to exit through the door where he came from, there was no chance in hell he was backing away from the woman he found infuriating but extremely gorgeous.

“You still haven’t given me your name.” The one thing that was holding him back, the fact that he still didn’t know her name. The name fell from her lips dripping with seduction, she was irresistible to him almost nothing could make him leave the room.

He surged forward to capture her lips with his own, he expected to gain dominance over the kiss swiftly though it was more difficult than he first expected. He was met with a pair of lips that wouldn’t let him gain access that he wanted, he tried to slip his tongue into her mouth but was quickly barred from entering.

She would not be giving up dominance easily.

“Condom?” He said breathlessly into my lips while she worked on the buttons of his shirt after I had hastily pushed his cardigan off and tossed it somewhere in the room.

“In my purse.” She released him to rummage through the purse that had dropped onto the floor in their haste. Once she had found what she was looking for she stood up to find Spencer sitting at the edge of the bed, belt now discarded with his slacks undone.

She moved to stand just slightly in front of him then pulled the straps of her red dress down until it pooled onto the floor. Their eyes were both blown with lust only focused on each other. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath besides a lace red thong to match the dress. Spencer was practically salivating at the sight of her only in heels and a thong, he was so distracted by it that he was caught off guard when she moved to straddle him while also pushing him to lay flat on his back.

Pulling his boxers down just enough she pulled his cock out, he was half hard at this point, she was already impressed with his size though she masked it with her practiced poker face.

“Now you’re going to sit back and look pretty while I have my way with you.” The anger on his face was prevalent in response to her words, the fight was taken away from him when she spit into her hand and started to jerk his length. Her hand moved up and down in a teasing manner not getting him even close to the edge, his moans caught up in his throat though one did escape in frustration after she had almost completely pulled away from him. Finally he had enough of her teasing, batting away her hand and flipping her over.

“Now it’s your turn to look pretty.” He pinned both of her hands above her head holding them together with one hand while the other dipped down to the apex of her thighs. At first he didn’t let her have anything she wanted, only running his fingers on her inner thighs and dancing his fingers right above her hole that was now absolutely dripping.

“Beg.” His voice was now harsh and biting, that did little to intimidate her and all it did was make her even wetter. She fought his grip with vigor not wanting to give into his demand.

“No, I won’t beg.” She said through gritted teeth, it had become much harder to finish her sentence when Spencer had unexpectedly curled his fingers inside of her, finding that perfect spot inside her faster than she had expected.

“You don’t want to beg fine, but don’t expect to cum.” The growl in frustration that came from her made Spencer pause just a little, long enough that she could retake control and flip him back over. A squeak fell from him clearly not expecting her to be able to take back control again and another noise came out from him, this time a broken moan, after she quickly put the condom down and she sunk down onto his length.

“I don’t beg for anyone.” She started at a rough pace, her anger came out in her movements as she undulated her hips with fury that Spencer had never experienced before in the bedroom. The moans falling from each of their lips would surely get her a complaint from her neighbors, neither of them could really care less as they both chased their release.

Spencer may have been on the bottom at this point, but he still had not submitted completely to her. His hands sat firmly on her hips, tight enough to create finger shaped bruises that she hoped would remain for the days after this tryst while he also thrusted with the same vigor as her bounces.

She wrapped her hands around his jaw pulling him up slightly to envelope him into a kiss full of teeth and tongue. As her hand slowly pulled away from him it made contact with the hollow of his throat, his breath hitched at the light contact and he gripped her hips a little harder. She hesitantly moved her hand to connect with his throat to lightly choke him, she may have wanted to dominate him, but she didn’t want to scare him off. He gave an approving grunt at her actions, starting to meet her thrusts even harder than he had before and moved his thumb to rub circles into her clit.

“Cum.” She ordered as soon as she sensed their coming releases. He wanted to fight her on the order, not wanting to give up what little dominance he still held, but his release was so close that he didn’t want to give it up. Their releases washed over them, Spencer first and then her not long after being shoved over the ledge after seeing how pretty he looked while cumming. She fell on top of him, limbs quite tired from her vigorous work.

As soon as she had caught her breath she enveloped Spencer in a long languid kiss that was much slower than any of their previous ones then getting up to meander with shaky legs her way to the bathroom in her hotel room to clean up. She slipped into a pair of her sexier pajamas, just in case Spencer was going to stay the night like she wanted.

“So will you tell me now if you were bluffing?” He quickly pounced the question onto me as soon as I emerged from the bathroom, he did seem a little less frustrated about the fact that he had lost, more like he genuinely wanted to know my process.

“Guess you’ll never know. It could take a long time to figure out our tells.” She feigned exhaustion with a sigh though the smirk on her face told Spencer what she really wanted. He was an expert on behavior after all.

“I've got time.”

[smalltownfae]

Ask game: Top 5 tropes

I don't know the name of many tropes and I don't exactly know what makes something a trope. So, I will use Tv tropes and hope for the best. Also, it's probably better to separate this into character tropes and plot tropes... it would make it easier for me, especially because I once already researched about character tropes.

Top 5 Character Tropes:

1 - Manipulative Bastard

"The Manipulative Bastard is the master manipulator of people, in essence, a character who manipulates others through their emotions, perspectives, psychologies and any other way they can get them dancing to their tune. This is the person who gets off on playing head/mind games — clever and dangerous and usually lacking comedic overtones."

I like clever characters (and these are often charming too) and I like psychological mind games as a plot. This can fail if I don't think the character and the plot is clever no matter that the writer wants me to think that though and in those cases I hate it. But, like in everything, if it's done well I love it.

2 - Determinator

"A character — good or evil, male or female, young or old — who never gives up. Ever. No matter what.

There is no stopping the Determinator. They do not understand tact. They do not Know When to Fold 'Em, and it's a waste of time to tell them the odds. No one can reason with them. They'll do whatever they have to without question. No price is too great to pay for success, up to and including their own life. Do not expect them to realize they might be better off letting it go, even if they can barely stand."

Determination is one of my favourite qualities and one of the reasons why I loved Malta Vestrit from the start when others didn't. I love characters that have a goal and keep trying to reach it no matter the obstacles, unless they change their mind. This can lead to some problematic aspects, but I love stubborn characters.

3 - The Trickster

"A trickster is a character who plays tricks or otherwise disobeys normal rules and conventional behavior. The Trickster openly questions and mocks authority, encourages impulse and enthusiasm, seeks out new ideas and experiences, destroys convention and complacency, and promotes chaos and unrest."

According to TV tropes, a lot of other tropes are included in this category and one of them is the Manipulative Bastard too. But, I dedifferentiate the two a bit because the trickster to me is usually not on either side and it's more of a loner. So, this one includes other tropes I like like the Con Man, the Artful Dodger, the Chessmaster, the Court Jester, Cunning like a Fox, Deadpan Snarker, Fairy Trickster, etc.

4 - The Storyteller

"A character that is noted for their ability to tell tales, or at least their propensity to do so.

Sometimes the tales have a purpose in the main plot, maybe even as a Framing Device. At other times it is simply an interesting side excursion, perhaps to give the setting a feeling of depth."

I like stories within a story and I find the character of the travelling storyteller or the wise old character that likes to tell tales at dinner time fascinating. Everyone reuniting to listen to a story is such a comforting scene.

5 - Mirror Character

"Mirror Characters, also known as Parallel Characters in some literary circles, almost certainly share personality traits, values, similar skill sets, and possibly even goals and likely a narrative arc. They may have the same or similar background, whether they're from the Wrong Side of the Tracks or born a Royal Brat. They might have have shared the same mentor in the past (or even the present). If they have none of the same backstory at all, their similarities will be significant for coming about regardless of their environment."

I love characters with a similar background that grew up to be different people and now have to face each other. I love parallels.

Top 5 Plot Tropes:

1 - Foreshadowing

"A clue or allusion embedded in the narrative that predicts some later event or revelation. It could be a wayward comment or action, an event that doesn't make sense until later, a Meaningful Name, a rare blood type... so many things can warn us of the future. The foreshadowing may be ominous, or mildly suggestive, or it could merely be obvious in hindsight."

Apparently, this is a trope. I love clues in the text that I might connect the dots on my first read or only get them on rereads. Either way, it's fantastic and it shows the level of thought the authors put into their work.

2 - Bittersweet Ending

"Somewhere between Happily Ever After and a Downer Ending, the Bittersweet Ending happens when victory came at a harsh price, when, for whatever reason, the heroes cannot fully enjoy the reward of their actions, when some irrevocable loss has happened during the course of the events, and nothing will ever be the same again. A Bittersweet Ending is still ending on a high note, but one that is mixed with sadness and nostalgia. Often, such endings are the result of the plot making a completely happy ending impossible."

I just find it more realistic that a super happy or super bad ending. This is my favourite kind because I like balance in pretty much everything. Can't have the good without the bad and vice-versa. These endings have more impact on me than any of the other two even if I can enjoy them at times, depending on my mood.

3 - Corruption Arc/Redemption Arc

I usually like when characters change sides and because of that I like these tropes equally. It gives a lot more complexity to a character, unless it's done poorly. But, I love when a character starts to become bad/good along their journey. Also, why not both? Lyserg from Shaman King had both (sort of).

4 - Grey-and-Gray Morality

"In an all-grey conflict, neither side is totally good nor completely evil. Both sides have a strong, justifiable reason for fighting, and contain a mixture of people of all kinds, from admirable, upstanding individuals to vicious, slimy scumbags.

In most cases, one side has better reasons and more good people than the other. The protagonists usually fight for this better side, and if they don't, they'll switch sides before the end. While the audience roots for the better side, they still have sympathy for the opposition, and often specific characters from the other side will be seen as Worthy Opponents."

I just like the complexity. Good vs. Evil doesn't exactly do it for me most of the time.

5 - Deal with the Devil

"You know how it works. Want to be a millionaire, Take Over the World, gain infinite power, or just get back at that obnoxious Jerk Jock? Well, mosey on down to those crossroads and Mr. S will guarantee your wildest dreams, if you just sign on the dotted line with your own blood. This trope is Older Than Dirt, and does not even require the Abrahamic Devil; any trickster, demon, or evil deity roughly equivalent to Satan can be used."

Picking the last one was hard, but I do love stories that involve messed up deals. Usually the people signing the deal already can't be that morally good and they are often selfish, which makes for interesting character exploration. I considered Unrealible Narrator and Hero of Another Story too.

I wish I knew more about tropes so it would be easier to find media I like, but there are so many of them that I feel lost. Even if I like a specific trope it is very dependent on the execution still so in the end knowing a trope exists in a story doesn't mean that much to me. I hope this is an alright answer though given my lack on knowledge about tropes.

Thank you for the ask <3