#opal asks

[opalknitt]

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Alright hot take number 1 (I'll leave a different take for lilac's ask)

I am currently burnt out af with pretty much everything related to EPIC rn because of how toxic the fandom is. But in my opinion it's not really the fans of EPIC that are ruining it for me, it's the people who are hardcore into Greek mythology who are like "you can't do [literally insert anything] cause that isn't accurate!!" like??? This is Ao3??? if you want complete accuracy why are you here, cease knowing every language but archaic Greek and listen to a dude sing ancient myth then.

Being involved in a Greek mythology fandom (cause EPIC, but I've also seen this for PJO and TSoA) is like "please prove you have read every single translation of every single myth (but this one is my favorite and obviously correct!). You must acknowledge that all the characters are absolutely despicable and you should hate them, but also acknowledge that perhaps this character is morally complex and ancient greek morals were different and if you judge that, you're a stupid idiot who doesn't understand or appreciate it! Please show your PhD in classical greek studies (or proof that you were absolutely obsessed with this out of the womb). If you choose to accept a happier version of a myth, you don't truly appreciate the myth! If you join a fandom that gets too popular where at least one word of the material is not word for fucking word on par with Homer [or insert other ancient greek poet here] and you actually enjoy it, that's problematic! If you decide to write fanfic, make art, or interact with these fandoms in anyway and do a retelling where you change anything about the lore at all, fuck you. If you use this as a form of self exploration or relate to modernity or modern morality or past morality or happiness or tragedy in anyway, fuck you.

So I currently have no motivation to work on my fic right now. I'm actually not a huge fan of Greek mythology and tend to prefer it through modern fandoms. I know that there's a major argument that being part of Greek myth related fandom should get you more interested in learning about "accurate" Greek myth, which I have done in different times of my life. And yeah, I appreciate the cultural aspect of it but it's not a major interest of mine and I'm not exactly trying to teach you about Greek mythology like it's a college course. I just hate that a lot of the vibes around these fandoms eventually become "you must be this obssessed with Hellenism to enter!" like yes, officer, I've read the myth, can you just give me a ticket and go.

Like with HoM I'm gonna deviate like we're Tokyo drifting (and that's fine!) but I used to be so excited to work on it but now I just open my Google Doc and I'm like "mmm, some random person I've never met is gonna complain, what's the point in doing something that made me happy."

(Also I know that for a lot of artists recently, it's been the other way around where EPIC fans have been awful to them for having takes that don't mesh with fuckin Kate in Georgia or whatever, just everyone needs to get over themselves)

[beifong-brainrot]

*throws this at you and runs away*

[allyooops]

Been in the works but I think I'm done now! Various ponies that are friends, followers, inspiration, and just passersby 💚❤️ I hope each and every single one of you have a lovely holiday time, however you choose to celebrate

I tried to gather everyone to tag but it's possible I missed someone hahah!

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[pinterestmom5]

what about 5 (opal)? I’ve seen lots of designs for that one

I couldn’t just pick one!! here’s @alirex-art’s white opal and @8nigiri’s blue opal together !! I have individual drawings under the cut, I’m obsessed with these designs they’re literally stunning and I love them so much

[blackflash9]

People always say they want complex characters. They ask for nuance, for gray areas, for emotional depth and realistic growth. But when a character starts feeling too real, so much so that they stop acting like someone in a story and start feeling like someone you could actually meet – that's when the discomfort kicks in. That's when admiration often turns into criticism. And very few in The Legend of Korra walks that tightrope quite like Suyin Beifong.

Su doesn’t follow the typical “lesson of the week” formula. She doesn’t get handed a tidy moment of reckoning, followed by an instant transformation. Her arc isn’t flashy or obvious. It’s slow, subtle, and sometimes contradictory. Just like real people. Because the truth is, most of us don’t change overnight. We grow a little here, slip back there. We learn something, but that doesn’t mean we always apply it in every situation. That’s Suyin in a nutshell.

Look at how she changes as a mother. At first, she tries to micromanage Opal’s choices out of fear, mostly, and a need to protect her. But eventually, she lets Opal go and lets her live her life without trying to control her path. That’s a win. That’s real growth. But then Baatar Jr. betrays the family, and Su reacts by putting him under house arrest. It’s easy to point at that and call it hypocrisy, but that misses the bigger picture. Her deepest fears for her kids came true with Baatar, and so, of course, she tries to regain some kind of control in the aftermath. And yet, she doesn’t try to rope Opal back in. She lets her stay free. That shows her earlier growth wasn’t erased, just complicated by pain.

This is the part people tend to ignore. They rush to call her a hypocrite without stopping to think about what hypocrisy really is. People are full of contradictions. We want conflicting things. We act on emotion. We stumble. We grow unevenly. No one is morally consistent all the time. Su isn’t some moral failure she’s just human. And that’s what unsettles people. They want characters who get what’s coming to them or learn the “right” lesson. But Su doesn’t fit into that framework. She just keeps going, flaws and all.

That’s also what makes her so compelling. She’s not a straightforward hero or a satisfying villain. She’s a complicated woman trying to balance power, family, control, and identity in ways that are messy and real. When people critique her, it’s often not because she doesn’t make sense, but because she makes too much sense.

She’s too familiar. Too human.

Everyone says they want nuanced characters... until they’re faced with someone like Suyin. Someone who holds up a mirror. And when that reflection hits a little too close to home, people tend to look away. But it’s in that raw honesty where her character really shines.

[opal-owl-flight]

I think I just witnessed a live execution

[juvinadelgreko]

begging maggie to release chainsaw’s cut of trc/tdt. i know she has Thoughts.

[elliesgaymachete]

Fearne is the most poly character ever she just has so much love to give and she cares so much. She’s in love with Opal, she’s in love with Chet, she’s in love with Imogen, she’s in love with Ashton, she’s in love with Laudna, you can’t change my mind

[aroaceleovaldez]

Hecate ocs are really fun to make!!!!! they are literally just rocks. here are some of my rocks. Only some of them have names right now, some have partial names. Figuring out how to incorporate rocks into their names is half the fun though.

[ihopesocomic]

Hearing about how people are apparently using realism as a means to put down your comic really reminds me of how WC fans use realism as an argument as to why characters like Briarlight get the treatment they get and I've just always viewed it as a covert argument to spout gross views on minorities and exclude representation for them from media. Having certain fantasy elements is more than acceptable but the moment you want disability or gay rep? "Nope, not allowed because that's not realistic!"

Yep, exactly. It's funny - as in frustrating - how many times people will bring up real cat biology as an argument as to why Briarlight should not have existed for as long as she did. Yet, we're talking about a universe where there's cat spectres attacking and killing some characters and the cats have an encyclopedic knowledge of herbs and their properties.

These are major indicators that the Erins don't care about realism and yet people try and force the narrative anyway because hey, being outwardly bigoted isn't 'cool' nowadays so we have to try and slip under the radar. Like we don't hear the exact same arguments from conservative, right-wing dipshits to explain censorship in the wider media.

And there's individuals who don't realise how reductive they sound while trying to slap a certain allegation on us. Like how we apparently hate men because 'all of our bad guys are men' (never mind we have female villains too lol) and whatever 'good' male characters we have don't count for various, discriminatory reasons. We'll be called the misandrists in the situation and then the take that Fade 'doesn't count' as a good guy because he's 'weak and pathetic' will be uttered in the exact same breath.

I mean, idk about y'all but saying that a guy - especially a child who is still growing and developing - doesn't count as solid male representation unless he's buff and competent sounds a lot like misandry to me.

Same argument goes for Obsidian and Opal, who also don't count because... they're old.

Storm and Diamond are also protagonists and present as masculine but they are also discounted due to being gnc and trans respectively.

Huh. Bit of a pattern here.

I know I'm sort of veering away from anon's original point but the bottom line is: trying to disguise your narrow-mindedness as concerns and valid talking points isn't fooling anybody. Especially when you slip up in the same sentence. It's a practice as old as time. A lot of us are wise to it. lol - RJ

[lilyrayaya]

ik that u arent answering questions rn but if u have the time to answer this one feel free 2 do so no rush

what would a family gathering be like for shadow milk cookie and aquamarine cookie? are the gem tearcrown mermaids joining and are the rest of the beasts joining too? (u can pick the setting of the gathering)

.... Um!

Tearcrown mermaids are joining for sure! They're Aquamarine Cookie's sisters, of course they'll be there!

The beasts, however, won't be joining, Shadow Milk Cookie doesn't really consider them "family" per say, moreso old friends if anything above "colleagues" at all. His minions are far more likely to be present at the gathering. Black Sapphire Cookie wants to flirt with Gold Citrine Cookie and if they're both coming that means they're leaving Candy Apple Cookie without supervision. God FORBID they leave Candy Apple Cookie without supervision.

But um...! Since the Gems Mermaids are gonna be there, so will Black Pearl, and that means the Ivory Dragon is joining too, and...! They don't really like each other..!

There's gonna be some tension the entire gathering, that's for sure.

[opalknitt]

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Alright a fresh served, hot take for lilac!

My hot take is: go to coffee shops, and churches/other house of worship if applicable, and the cute store down the street, and the grocery store on the other side of town you don't normally go to, etc. (if you have the money for it). It's literally the best.

Idk I'm someone with hardcore mental anguish and often times literally doing anything at all feels nearly impossible. I get so wrapped in my own brain and trying to communicate with friends is hard sometimes, so often I just stay at home. There's nothing wrong with being at home if you're enjoying, but sometimes you can make it into a prison for yourself. But then finding out how to do things outside again is hard.

All of the applicable things are things you can do alone or with others. Literally just go to a coffee shop. Most likely, the staff will be nice to you, other customers are in their own world and don't care that you're there, your food and drink might be pretty good, and experiencing a new environment is so fun. Go to a church (opalknitt, christian confirmed, but in a way where I'm def not a fascist, guys. Progressive communities exist in all religions, that's a whole long Ted talk for a different time, lilac) or other house of worship if you want. (However, I would recommend researching the place if you are unfamiliar with it, cause it would be terrible to find out they're homophobic for example, but you'd be surprised how many queer affirming churches you can find and I'm saying that as someone who lives in the US South). These places should be a place where you can hang out for free (and yeah religion is part of it, which is why I'm saying only go if you want to be there, but a good church shouldn't make you feel like being there is dependent on being like them) and receive a lot of community resources and make friends with people from many different backgrounds. Go to the cute store down the street. Buy something if you want, but you don't have to. But isn't it fun getting to see the cool stickers or whatever. Check out a different grocery store, isn't it fun seeing how their layout is different. How some of the items they carry are different from your usual grocery store, and maybe how that community has different needs and interests from yours. And you can get stuff for dinner or a little snack while you're at it.

Basically being part of a community is fun and makes everything a little more worth it

[beifong-brainrot]

Opal is very much Lin's niece and I love that for them

[oriopal]

opal what the hell did you seriously write toxic yuri rpf? yes. here's 2.1k of girl gax.

pairing: george russell/max verstappen.

what's ahead: they're lesbians, harold. george is kind of weird. so is max. mature content. smut. breathplay. and if i'm missing something somebody please tell me.

George is, for lack of a better word, dumbfounded. But unlike the men around her, she doesn’t have her jaw on the floor. It would be absolutely fair if she did anyway. 

Max Verstappen is in a dress. 

It's not that Max has not worn dresses before. It's that she shows up every year at the annual party in that same abysmal rag she calls a dress. It's ill-fitting and the most boring black piece of clothing George has seen in her life, and the hem pools awkwardly around Max’s feet (and every year Max looks beautiful and triumphant anyway). 

Today, however, Max is wearing a dress. George is not ignorant - she’d caught wind of the Alpha Tauri deal Max had sealed, had heard Lando crowing about it in the cafeteria, seen how Alpha Tauri had sent Max clothes, dressed her up so simple and pretty. Anyhow, George had not been prepared for this. 

George stares at Max across the room as she steps in with Liam. The white silk hugs Max’s body like flower petals. It's strapless and the corset presses against her chest in a way that makes her tits almost spill out of the neckline. It's toeing the line of decency. It is also the hottest thing George has seen in a long, long time. 

Somebody has styled the choppy layers of Max’s short hair in bouncy curls and her unnecessarily plump lips shine with gloss. She looks like she does in meetings sometimes - uncomfortable in her skin, but fierce enough to portray infuriating confidence. George thinks many things about Max and not even half of them are polite enough to say out loud. She’s unbearably rude sometimes and obnoxious when with the likes of Daniel and clever enough it grates against George. George has armed herself with rulebooks her entire life and Max memorises them only to skirt around them. Her skin looks as though it would bruise at a touch – milky and flushed, always. Her thighs are strong in her work trousers and her voice is thready and the mole on her top lip is usually curled in a sneer. She respects her own ideas above all else and her strong arms are crossed over her chest most times. No one in the office clashes with George more. George wants to kill her. 

(George wants to put her teeth to Max’s neck.)

Max navigates the venue in search of her table, oblivious to all the eyes that follow her. The bright lights shine on Max’s skin enough to imitate a pearl under moonshine. When George sees Charles come over to Max, not even bothering to pretend he’s looking at Max’s eyes, George turns around in her seat and drains her drink in one go.

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Max wins Employee of the Year again. She’s won it enough times that they know not to announce Maxine Verstappen, Sebastian smiling wide as he calls out just Max. Max doesn’t give a speech and they don’t ask her to, letting Sebastian talk. Up on the stage is where she looks the most beautiful to George. Flushed pink and proud - the best out of them. Every year George looks at her up on that stage and thinks mine, mine, mine. She can never quite figure out whether she’s thinking about the award or Max. 

When Max gets off the stage, the others surround her immediately. George can hear her smug voice going high as she starts off on some agitated tangent. Max is known for her hatred for events like this, and George can only imagine how she’s faring dressed like a lamb. The blue of her eyes flashes in the lights when she opens them wide; her flat, angled features characterised by theatrical expressions as she talks. Carlos and Charles stare at her like idiots and nod along. George wonders if someone told her just right, would Max shut up? Or would she turn her slanted eyes sideways and fight like misguided prey?

“Someone’s going to think you’re planning to murder Max with how you’re staring.”

Alex looks just the right amount of amused in his tacky suit, sipping some disgustingly sweet looking drink.

“It’s not like I’m the only one staring. I’m not half as daft as the others either,” George tells Alex, who looks even more entertained. 

“And you’re staring with the same intent then? Come on Georgie, you can talk to her, y’know.”

“I might just murder her then,” George mutters, not taking her eyes off Max.

Alex shifts in his seat. He’s been itchy all week due to Lily’s absence. She’d had some tournament again and had to leave for Australia, leaving her miserable man behind. George can’t for the life of her figure out how someone can be lonely if they have a thousand and one pets. Even now under dim lighting George can see he’s tired. 

“How’s the project with Carlos going?” Max is at the bar now, lips wrapped around the straw in a glass of what is probably a G&T.

“Same old. He’s kind of fun actually. Plus now I have even more dirt on Lando.”

Back home at the farm, the sheep were George’s favourite. Even though most considered them dumb prey animals, they were clearly intelligent and had a very strong social structure with their flock. Max makes accidental eye contact with George from across the auditorium, eyes flashing in the light and face blank. George watches Max’s tense shoulders as she turns back around and laughs at something Charles is saying. Every year there is at least one incident that stirs the office chatter in the direction of mad max again. But George thinks of the way Max arms herself with some people and creates clear roles with some others, shoulders squared and plush mouth always tight with the anticipation of attack. Looks like even here George’s favourite is the sheep: even dressed as a wolf. 

“—They did go home in the same car and I have strong suspicions they weren’t going to different places. George? George, be serious.”

“There’s nothing new about Carlos and Lando,” George says, turning her attention to Alex. He looks just about done with her. She feels a little guilty for not listening more intently. 

Alex puts his elaborate fruity monstrosity down, brown eyes serious. “You know if putting a lid on it doesn’t mean it won’t boil over, don’t you? Your thing with Max?” 

“There is no “thing”. She’s insufferable.” George replies disdainfully. When Alex heaves a sigh, she asks him about Lily’s tournament. 

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The problem is that there may very well be a “thing”. 

She knows she would not do this had it been anyone else. Alex maybe, but she’d be less mad. This is Maxine. George is standing at the door of Max’s apartment with a thick file in her hand at 09:45 on a Friday night. When she feels angry enough that she thinks pushing Max down the stairs on Monday would be better than whatever was about to happen now, she knocks. 

The door swings open and Max stares up at George. Her short hair is damp and curling against her neck. She’s wearing a tshirt that almost drowns her frame and shorts that are barely visible. She stands there staring at George with wide, blue eyes. George stands at Max’s door in her silk shirt, work trousers, and hair still pinned up. 

“Georgia? Did you miss me or something?” Max’s voice is thin, one eyebrow arched sharply. She looks as though she was already in bed, soft and tangible, but George can hear the music of a paused video game playing faintly from inside.

“It’s George. You left your pass in the office. I’m leaving tomorrow and no one was available to give it to you on the weekend,” George responds flatly. 

Max’s mouth twitches. She looks unbearably smug for some reason.

“Well. Come in. Don’t stand there like a ghost,” she says, already turning around and retreating back in. George stands there for a moment, jaw clenched. She’s here to hand off the pass for the Singapore conference and go home. Nothing else. She’s not part of the flock Max surrounds herself with. 

George steps in. The apartment smells faintly of chocolate and everything is illuminated by soft lighting. The furniture is mostly pastel and George sees a cat leap behind the sofa. 

“Go sit on the couch and I’ll get you some water.”

George moves apprehensively, stiff and out of place. This was not what she was imagining. Max and her soft, soft home and George sitting on the couch with her spine rigid and eyes on Max (prey? prey? predator?)

Max returns with a glass of water, putting it on the little table in front of George. She stands there with her hands on her hips, staring down at George with some sort of fallacious power. When she speaks, her lisp sounds sharper.

“Well? I have a life, Georgia and I’d like to continue with it of course if you’d get this over with. You know you could have just given it to Charles? He'd surely drop it by.”

Yes, because he’d like to stick his cock in you, George thinks, cruel.

“Or I could’ve come tomorrow and taken it from the guard. You, of course, did not need to come and be reminder of how I forgot–,”

Max tastes like chocolate. Her lips are unbearably soft under George’s and she makes a noise of surprise when George kisses her. Max strains her neck to kiss back just as feverishly and George slides her hands up to the base of Max’s neck, who shoves her hand up George’s shirt, just as impatient as ever. When George presses her hands against her external jugulars, the blonde twitches and rocks forward, keening into George’s mouth. Oh this poor, little thing. George could strangle her while she moans against George’s lips, head light and spinning. 

She manages to rid Max of her tshirt and shorts as they fall onto the couch and pulls apart long enough to take off her own clothes. Max watches hungrily, eyes hazy as if drunk. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, miles of pale skin and soft mass, flushed pink and dotted with moles. George lowers herself on top of Max and puts her teeth to Max’s neck.

“Not running your mouth now, hm? Moaning like anything, you silly thing,” George sneers, out of breath. Max whines when George swings a leg over her hips and lets the other rest under Max’s thick thigh. 

She snarls at George. “If you’d hurry the fuck up, maybe I wouldn’t be falling asleep.”

George squeezes one of her tits with her hand and lets the other rest over her neck. She rocks forward and grinds hard against Max’s weeping heat. Max hisses and grips one of George’s thighs, rocking in tandem. She hiccups whenever George put pressure on her clit and then latches her mouth to George’s nipple, biting. It feels terribly wonderful. For a momentary George thinks they're going way to fast, but the thought evaporates when Max switches to the other nipple and sucks.

George yanks at her hair and moans. “Good girl, so good when you’re at mercy.” 

Max slides down then and they both spasm when she grinds just right, biting at George’s collarbone. George sticks one hand down in the middle of them both to find and press against Max’s clit, feeling how wet they both are. 

Max screams. “Please, please- harder George, please!”

“Yeah? Look at you begging,” George pants, dizzy now, pleasure fraying her at the edges. She kisses Max wildly and presses down on her throat as Max scrabbles and scratches at George, gasping and bucking wildly beneath George before coming. A second later George’s body locks up, falling forward as she comes with a whine. 

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George looks in the mirror, hair pinned back in a tight bun and her shirt tucked in her work trousers. She’d had to hunt down the iron when she realised she didn’t have time to change her clothes at her own house. Max, still eating her bowl of fruit from breakfast, sits on the bed behind George. 

“They won’t check if the stick up your ass fell out overnight just because you fucked me, don’t worry,” she says, bratty and beautiful in her sleep clothes.

“When does your flight leave?” George asks, turning around. 

“8 p.m. Why? Don’t want to see me there?” When Max looks up at her from the bed with a bitchy twist to her mouth, all George can think about is the sheep. When they were led to the butcher’s, they could always tell. They’d be distressed and fussy, making noise and bumping around. One of them in particular had been hard to send away because she’d ram into things and flail angrily. George looks down at Max, soft in her big tshirt and a hickey on her neck and smiles. She is fond of mistaken creatures. She puts her hand on Max’s neck and watches her flush red. 

“I’ll send you my room number.”

[dem0batz]

ummm excuse me but your post about teaching boy some sex stuff…….. 👀 maybe you could elaborate on that a little bit more….. it’s making me feel things 👀

Um yes hello, I want to teach him so many things I don't even know where to start🙈

Boy Van Der Koy x afab!Reader

🔞Content Warnings: no edits just horniness, inexperienced virgin!Boy Van Der Koy, having to find creative ways to make out and do oral when he doesn't have a tongue, oral (->m), snowballing, oral (->f)

Kissing would be the most logical first step. It starts off soft. Sweet. Just a peck really because you don't want to scare him off. You would know that he's mute because he never speaks, but you don't know why. So it would be a shock to the both of you the first time you swipe your tongue through the crease of his lips and press inside his mouth. Expecting to feel his tongue against yours, your brows dip as your tongue prods further and further until it grazes what remains of his.

You pull back, eyes wide and mouth agape to mirror his own. You worry that you may have offended him, crossed a line that couldn't be uncrossed and suddenly filled with worry that this boy you had become so enamored with will want nothing to do with you ever again after this. But to your surprise, he palms the back of your head and presses his lips to yours again, more rough and insistent. His thumb pressing down on your bottom lip, tapping your tongue to let you know that he wants to feel it again. After that, he's obsessed with your mouth. Loves it when you bite his lips and stick your tongue inside.

Just when you think he can't possibly become more obsessed with your mouth, you blow his mind when your kisses start to wander. At first it's just a kiss to neck that sends tingles through his whole body. Then it leads to his chest and nipples where he becomes gradually more sensitive. But the moment you kiss the defined V just above his raggedy torn shorts is when he starts to get dizzy. Because you couldn't possibly keep going, right? You were surely going to stop there.

But you don't stop.

You tug down those shorts so his long pretty cock can spring free to smack against his carved abs, heavy and sticky with precum. You observe it for so long that a blush flushes across his tan cheeks and he suddenly feels self-conscious of your attention. That is until you do the unthinkable by grabbing a hold of it with a firm grip and a shy smile before sucking the tip into your mouth with a purr.

The moment your tongue grazes the slit to taste him, a sound escapes his throat-- something between a whimper and a growl. His hand palms the back of your head, fingers twitching like he can't decide whether you just hold you there and let you do that magical thing with your tongue or if he wants to press your head all the way down his length until you're choking around him.

Needless to say, it doesn't take long for his cock to start spewing into your mouth like a volcano. He didn't even think to give you the courtesy of a warning, but you don't mind. You like that he's so sensitive to your touch and that you're the only one who has ever made him feel this way. Touched him this way. Then instead of swallowing, you hold his cum in your mouth and slowly crawl up his body.

He looks at you with satisfied eyes, so beautiful and green, as you tap his lip softly with the tip of your finger. He opens wide, doesn't even hesitate for you to elaborate anymore as you slowly dribble his load into his mouth and kiss him, pressing it deeper into his throat with your tongue invading his mouth just the way he likes.

This time he does hold the back of your head in place while you explore his mouth, refusing to let you go as he savors the taste of you together. That is until he's ready to return the favor.

Before you know it, you're flipped over onto your back with a gasp and he's the one looming over you now with a mischevious smile lighting up his face. Feral as Boy is, he pushes up your dress and tears your panties to shreds without even thinking. He just knows he needs to smell you, taste you for himself.

Without half of his tongue, Boy is all nose and lips and teeth with your cunt. He's probably a little too rough in his eagerness-- pinning one of your thighs down with his long fingers leaving blooming bruises in their wake that you'll certainly feel later. Nose parting your slick folds as he inhales your salty sweetness, the scent going straight to his cock all over again. Lips soft against your clit until he starts nipping at it like a wild animal sinking teeth into it's prey with abandon.

It feels so good, but isn't quite enough so when you grab his hand, he looks up at you, confused.

Was he doing it wrong?

Did it not feel as good for you as you had made him feel?

Boy begins to deflate, disappointed in himself, but you cup his jaw, reassuring him as he nuzzles into your palm. Then you take the hand you had been holding and guide his middle finger down your slick slit, prodding at your center until he begins to sink in, making you mewl happily.

He about comes again in his shorts at the mere feel of you. You were so pretty, pussy warm and tight and smelling so fucking good it makes him dizzy.

What he lacks in experience, he makes up for in eagerness as he sucks you between his lips again, fucking you on his fingers as he ruts into the mattress on the floor while you fall apart on his mouth this time.

[immult]

it's crazy to me that the only way you can fail the matron's test is by trusting your best friend or mother and caring for their plight. but not as crazy when you know they're a follower of the betrayer and a ruidusborn though, right?

imogen sounds so defeated when she asked if trusting her mother was bad. then imogen repeating the same again to the hells with this really helpless look. because the matron, a near-omniscient being, has written off her mother as something too rotten to be trusted.

"you know your mother best in the end" the way that does not change the fact that YOU have viewed her mother in the worst light. it's killing me but i have to love the consistent portrayal of the holy, at every level of the realm, putting the burden on others to find goodness or redemption in ruidusborns. but until proven otherwise they are personally fine with reducing ruidusborns to caricatures of an evil turncoat.

the matron of ravens was not there when the gods, despite luz/sarenrae's insistence to give it a chance, decided to distrust the rotten fruit and plucked it right off from its tree, setting off their own end.