#she's trying so hard but she's just not a leader and she's digging herself such a big hole :(

[nataliescatorccio]

SOPHIE THATCHER as NATALIE SCATORCCIO Yellowjackets, 'It Girl' and 'Dislocation'

[nakylvr]

credits to daddy sophia enthusiasts anon cause sophia holding your baby hits diff 😔 but with a twist cause what if its in breathe away universe but not your baby, more of someone’s baby. just an event where reader is randomly asked to hold a baby but they’re such a loser that when the baby is handed to them they immediately search for sophia’s eyes for help and since sophia is busy doing her leader work, reader just admired the baby with a struggle clearly displayed on their face (while getting teased by dani/megan cause they can’t hold a baby). When sophia saw reader with the baby looking so domestic her mind suddenly started racing with thoughts that are not so safe for work.

- loser anon

omg 🙂‍↕️ being such a loser that when the baby is handed to you you're tensing up and trying so hard to hold the baby right but not knowing what the hell you're doing. your eyes search for sophia and she's busy meaning you're stuck with this baby not knowing what to even do. dani/megan are definitely teasing you, saying how serious you look when it's just holding a baby but you're clearly struggling with it but still doing your best.

when sophia finally looks over at you to make sure you're doing okay, she freezes when she sees you holding the baby with a serious look on your face, clearly focused on the baby while slightly rocking the infant hesitantly. her brain short circuits, and instantly her thoughts are running wild just seeing you with someone else's baby.

she more than likely comes up with an excuse for you two to leave early or she is clinging to you until you leave. once you're back at your apartment she is pushing you against the door and kissing you deeply, a noise of surprise leaving your mouth at the sudden action. you don't even know what got her like this, but you're definitely not against it. she just pushes you on the couch, unbuckling your belt and pulling your pants and boxers down before straddling you, not even bothering to take her skirt off, pushing her panties to the side and lowering herself down on you making moans leave both your mouths.

the whole time she's just blabbering about how she wants you to cum in her as she rides you, how she wants to have your babies so bad, her nails digging into your shoulders with her head thrown back. all you can do is watch as she does all the work, your hands resting on her hips and pushing up into her occasionally making her moan louder. and when you fill her up with your cum she whimpers, putting her face in your neck and continuing to move against you until you cum again.

[megamuscle885-blog]

the nature of my fanfic means that I spend a lot of time thinking about tinkers (although also characters and how they react to eachother in general too) and I've come up with a headcanon that is a lot more head than canon, but I think it's neat enough that it's worth sharing.

how tinkers' personal relationships reflect their specialty and methodologies:

Leet is the real stand out one that inspired me enough to make this post, so I'll start with him. Like his power, his interpersonal relationships reflect his power; he has one perfect friend, at least the direction from him to Uber is a theoretical perfect bond, but anytime he tries to casually express himself with other people it blows up in his face. Foot in mouth, step on dick, stick up ass, whatever it is he just can't mesh well with others the way he and Uber do. The calamity of Leet is that - eventually - no matter what he does, Uber will grow and develop as a person and that new person will require an alteration on the initial friendship forged long ago. But Leet can't maintain or augment his gear once it's made. His tech has charges, or decays along specifically engineered crumple zones. It might not blow up in his face like all the others, but he's got to make something new, and all he knows for making the perfect friend is someone from his past life as a gamer. And for all his own immaturity, Uber can't remain a young adult gamer forever either.

I'll admit the others (other than my OC Tortuga who has her own predictable foibles for someone who's tech is about barriers and who's initial problems will be putting people behind those barriers) are a little weaker because I haven't thought too hard about them on the way home from work, but I think people understand the vision as I lay it down. There are probably better Understanders who may chime in.

Trainwreck is assembling a framework of kludged together personality traits from his immediate surroundings in the Merchants. It functions well enough but the poor quality of his 'materials' reflects in himself, and his social battery has to do a lot of the heavy work, until it wears out and he becomes irritable and combative in trying to get some solitude to recharge. He's drinking to fit in, he's smoking to fit in and he's popping pills to fit in, and he has no idea if he even is someone who would say no to any of it, so he's just accepting things as they come. He'd much rather be in peace than working the Merchants over for Coil, but he has no idea where he's from or where he's going, so for now he has to do the best with what he's got.

Bakuda is an explosive personality. I know, I'm a fucking hack. Every single one of her relationships, either with the capes or the fodder, is a time bomb for the world's most self-destructive crash-out. Her relationship with Lung is feeding in on itself with constant threats of violence until one of them hits a tripwire (which she inevitably does in the birdcage transport by insulting him to get him to be productive) and her relationship with Oni Lee is more one-sidedly abusive. She keeps his bandolier stocked and he keeps to himself. She's stuck in an eternal pressure cooker and every time she allows herself to let off a little steam, instead of relief she gets more frustration, more carnage, a bigger mess to clean up and an even deeper hole to dig herself out of.

Squealer would call herself "a big personality". Builds up her relationships, stacks more and more events and moments on to make people seem more interesting than they often actually are, both to her and to each-other, and these can often feel or look artificial. She's an extrovert with an extremely hungry social battery that she needs to feed with kitschy moments between people. If Skidmark is the Merchant's charismatic leader, Squealer is a foreman or project manager that keeps the longtime members interconnected. She's like your mom who keeps grilling you on a significant other, and she sets others up. She's a matchmaker and very nosey. She's unironically great at organizing a team to work together, but that might be a more overt tinker influence than what I'm suggesting personality wise, considering that she can't shift a lot of her tons of tinkertech around without at least a few other shophands. Lots of playing house with Skidmark, but her model for 'housewife' was her trailer trash parents, and she's also very much a girlfriend wishing she was a wife. Not sure I'm explaining that quite right at the moment but I don't really have a better idea right now. Skids isn't as attached or loyal to her as she is to him, if that makes sense. Her plight would be a Dolly Parton song I feel.

Chariot is uh. uh. fast? there's a sense maybe of escaping poverty on the biggest jet boots he can concoct. It doesn't help me that there's almost nothing on him aside from fanfiction so I'll just have to keep guessing stuff. He moves in a straight line, mentally. No accidental attachments, he's fine with betraying the Wards and leaving Brockton Bay behind so long as he can (presumably) get his family out with plenty of money. Point A to point B to point C. If someone he doesn't want to grab on to him does so, and slows him down, he's perfectly fine with jettisoning them.

Armsmaster and Kid Win certainly exist but I don't have enough time right at this moment. Maybe next post.

[haropro-confessions]

Mizuki related Confessions:

Ok, guys. I think this is starting to get out of control. Some people are sending confessions very offensive when talking about Mizuki. I have to again remember you guys that idols are just an entertainment and you should not get so emotionally involved with this world. Remember that you guys only know a fraction of what is happening behind the scenes. So why are you guys jumping into conclusions about someone's character? The real world is not black and white, but shades of grey.

most flipped on mizuki after the kaede drama but i BEEN clocked what she’s really like back in 2017 when she looked straight up devastated that chisaki, cg's center at the time, was joining momusu. i will never forget that she wasn't even trying to hide it IN FRONT OF CHISAKI. i know she was just gagged thinking about the idea of her post-riho spotlight potentially being stolen instead of acting like a grown woman and stepping up as a leader. the way she introduced chisaki to the group was so bleak and doom and gloom the rest thought mizuki was announcing her own graduation... but that's 100% on upfront for letting her hog the front with no real competition for seven long years. a good reality check from getting ate up and outshined by a new girl would've humbled her crimson chin ass a long time ago and we could’ve avoided the nasty kaede drama that brought both of their reputations down.

I for one am thoroughly amused by how hard Fukumura bombed the first outings of what I must assume is her image rehab campaign in preparation of her solo debut. She managed to succeed in uniting all of HP fandom against her by painting all of them as ageist creepy stalkers. It takes a certain kind of talent. Let’s see how much deeper a hole she can dig for herself before HP management makes her stop.

I'll level with you, I don't like Mizuki, and think she should have graduated sooner, but I also think a lot of fans are too hard on her. Regardless of what views she may or may not have had on how MM should operate, she shouldn't have been making those decisions regardless. I'm more annoyed by management not having a vision for the group and (allegedly) allowing a single member to influence the group culture in a harmful way. I don't think Tsunku would have sat by and let things get so bad.

[jazzmckay]

crossroads mythal's test of worthiness

i got talking with @broodwoof on discord about how mythal presents herself and how much we can dig into what she says and how she says it. then i thought, "already did the hard part, i should clean this up and put it on tumblr". so here we are!

the following quote from morrigan/morrithal will be referenced frequently and is the jumping off point for how i read mythal's character:

Morrigan: She will demand respect but detest flattery. She appreciates righteous anger but will not tolerate pity. She is, for want of better phrasing, prickly. But if you are determined to try, then I wish you luck.

wanting respect, but not flattery, says a lot about mythal and the kind of leader she is--as well as the kind of leader she values. after testing a few different paths in the conversation with mythal, i found that her desire for respect isn't necessarily a show of egotism. i do think she has a bit of that edge, but not like elgar'nan wanting people to bow to him in complete deference. she just wants to be treated as the powerful figure she is, plain and simple, and going past that to flattery will make her see you as utterly lacking in backbone. a suck-up. incapable of free thought. but treat her with respect while still holding your own and proving yourself (maybe even as on the same level as her!) and that's the sweet spot. she does not want you to grovel and beg, she wants to see your worth.

because what's going on here is mythal deciding whether or not to give herself to you. this is a huge deal. mythal has spent an eon in the crossroads, alone and watching. before that, she was a ruler for centuries, one of the leaders with the most power. and rook is asking her to basically enter their service. most players won't conceive of it that way, they aren't seeing their rook as being in control of mythal, but mythal's essence is in rook's hands entirely. it is up to rook how, when, and if mythal comes forth again.

so i largely see this entire conversation as a test. mythal needs to know you're worthy before she puts herself in your hands. mythal knows what can happen when one person asks another to aid them in this way, because this is what she did to solas, and she knows it broke him, yet she's willing to consider giving her essence to you anyway. this is massive, a decision she can't make lightly.

Mythal: [...] did you come to ask your god to sacrifice herself to help you defeat the monsters Elgar’nan and Ghilan’nain have become?

"sacrifice" is, in essence, what rook's asking for. mythal doesn't end up dying, so how it turned out wasn't really a sacrifice, but she doesn't know that. rook doesn't even know that. in the end, it just as easily could have been rook bringing mythal out on tearstone island. rook could have brought mythal out for a fight, for a true sacrifice of some kind. instead, she comes out to speak with solas, which i think is the ideal outcome for this mythal. she got her bit of vengeance against the blighted dragon, but vengeance isn't all she needs. she also wants to see solas ("He keeps me here, yet has not visited since waking from his slumber.") and i think she wants closure for both of them ("The many wrongs we did, we did together. I release you from my service."), but, again, nobody knows that's how it'll shake out. you very well could be asking herself to die for you. needing to test rook before making such a commitment makes complete sense.

Mythal: [...] Convince me. Make your case, and I will yield my essence willingly […] Fail, and I shall kill you for wasting my time. Or you will kill me and obtain my essence in doing so… a harder-edged, simpler version.

what i think is important about this line is that ultimately, chances are you will have her essence. it's a video game, so if rook dies to mythal, you just reload and try again. no matter what, you will have mythal. in-verse, though, this is like:

a) you prove yourself, and she yields

b) you prove yourself in combat, and you still get her

c) you fail to impress with words or with might, so good riddance, hopefully someone better than you will defeat the gods

rook technically has two chances to prove themself, either as strong-willed and serving "good" (just like mythal, originally), or by being competent in a fight. either way, you may actually pull off the battle against elgar'nan and ghilan'nain. mythal acknowledges that either is an option. she doesn't just stop at "waste my time and i'll kill you". she knows she could be killed, and if that's how it plays out, shes accepts that. i think this is an indication that she already knows this is going one of two ways, and the conversation is mostly about whether she's willing to yield or if she's going to make you work harder to obtain her help/power.

Rook: If I don’t stop the gods, the whole world will be corrupted by the blight. Mythal: That is why you must succeed. So tell me why I must help you.

what's being said here, in my opinion, is that she does think the gods need to be stopped. her reluctance to immediately side with rook isn't a lack of care. that is why you must succeed. she supports your side without second thought. she knows they need to be stopped. she wants them to be stopped. the question isn't whether or not your fight is necessary, but whether or not you're worthy of her willing assistance. this isn't her saying "why should i care about the blight?", it's her saying, "why do you care about the blight?" she wants to know what matters to rook. why rook considers this fight necessary. if she's going to align herself with you, she needs to know your motivations.

on the more personal side, we also have:

Rook: Stopping the blight mattered enough for you to talk with Solas even after he rebelled against you. It mattered enough for you to stand against the other gods. Mythal: And I was struck down for doing so, betrayed by those I had ruled beside for centuries.

first of all, this further reinforces that she does, in fact, care about the blight. you could argue that she doesn't feel the same way after millennia in the crossroads, but that isn't my takeaway based on her other dialogue. i do think she still cares. but the thing here is that she points out she was killed the last time she took this stance--the stance you're asking her to take again. she was betrayed. whatever kind of relationship you think mythal had with them, whether it was love, familial, just politics, whatever, they were rulers together, at each other's side for centuries. and they killed her. she's obviously still bitter about it, and you're asking her to put herself in that position again. that's a big ask. if she does this again, she needs to know it's worth it.

Mythal: [...] Besides, why should I esteem the Dread Wolf’s approbation? He rebelled against me. Rook: But the two of you stayed close… Mythal: Until he killed the tattered fragment of me who hid inside the human swamp witch.

the subtext here is that mythal considered them close… all the way up until ten years ago. mythal essentially says "why should i care about what solas thinks?" and rook immediately rebuffs her with the knowledge that they remained close. mythal doesn't deny it. she confirms it. her only response for why she might not care about joining solas' side of the fight here is that ten years ago, he killed flemythal. ten years is a blink of an eye for these two. ten years is nothing. this means she held full fondness for him the entire time she was in the crossroads until dai. it's solas not visiting her and then killing flemythal that gets her back up, and that was a measly decade ago. and she's still not 100% spurned, i don't think. she's angry, but at the end, she still calls him friend, still owns up to her part in what they did wrong together, still grants him what he needs to finally let go. mythal absolutely still loves solas, no matter what she tries to say to rook.

again, what she wants to hear is how you feel about solas. she wants to know your take on everything they did, everything that happened between them and because of them. she wants to know if you thought solas was right or not. do you think he had a righteous cause? as morrithal says, mythal values righteous anger, but not pity. she doesn't want to hear you pity her for what happened, she wants to understand your opinion, your values. what would you have done in solas' place? deferred to her, or done the right thing?

Mythal: […] they were ever flawed, as all rulers are…

this quote intrigues me simply for the fact that she says all rulers are flawed. she could have just said they (elgar'nan & ghilan'nain, or the evanuris in general) were flawed, but no, she continues and says all rulers are flawed. she is flawed. this is a blink and miss it moment compared to how she otherwise makes no apologies and makes you fight for every bit of recognition she gives you, but it's there. she's acknowledging that she is flawed. this is reinforced at the end when she talks about her failures and the mistakes she and solas made together, but it's worth noting that she's willing to say this to rook themself.

Rook: You deserve justice, and they deserve to be punished for misusing their power and killing you when you tried to check them. Mythal: Your arguments are… compelling

i imagine the order you go in impacts how this moment lands, that the "your arguments are… compelling" line can come immediately after each point and it would add weight to whichever is "last". for me, this was the third and final point i made, so for my playthrough/perspective, it was significant that she says it specifically in response to rook pointing out that she tried to keep the evanuris in check. you're pointing out that she had lines she wouldn't cross, that she wanted to be a benevolent ruler. and by point it out, rook is aligning with her, saying she was right to do that, and that they would have done the same. this is a "respect, but not flattery" moment where rook doesn't talk about how terrible and unfair it was, they specifically say she upheld her own values and paid the price for it, and you think she deserves justice for that. this is a huge moment of rook saying their values are the same as mythal's values. and to have this be the moment where mythal yields felt especially poignant. she sees that you are of the same mind. and finally,

Mythal: Use it to protect this world with kindness when possible and cunning when necessary.

a perfect summary of what mythal stands for, and what she believes rook stands for as well. she gives herself freely because at this point rook has proved themself to want to do good, to be respectful of not just her, but solas, to care about the same things she cares about. she is willing to end her vigil and return to the fight, because she believes in rook. she believes her power won't be misused. and she needs to know that her power won't be misused, after what the evanuris became, after what they did. if you pass the test, she understands that you won't use her essence for something she wouldn't support. this is a lot of trust she's placing in rook, which is assuredly a big deal for an ancient god who was betrayed how she was. this whole conversation is her getting a feel for rook and their goals, and in the end, she'll either approve of them and assist them willingly, or deem them unfit and potentially as corrupt as the gods she tried to stop, forcing you to take her essence by force, because she will not willingly stand by someone who does not meet her standards of benevolence and righteousness.

[forbebeandjam]

My Sleepy Head Pt. 2 | Minah Lee X Fem Reader | 21+

Summary: You have been holding back from touching your girlfriend. Little did you know, she has been more needy than you.

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: 21+ very explicit scenarios. SMUT! Fingering, eating out, etc. MDNI

READERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED

A/N: Here is the second part that I promised. This is a smut so I hope you like it •u• anyways!! Enjoy!!!

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Finals week was at your door. You and Minah had spent all of your nights together and you watched her shine brighter in every performance. Even though you two had been dating for almost a year, you were still too shy to ask her to do anything in bed with you.

Now it was more difficult than anything because you needed to study and keep your focus on your books, classes, and notes. It took everything in you to concentrate. Her performances kept replying in your mind. You wanted to do good so you could be free and graduate for good.

You spent around two weeks always working and going to school. You didn’t take a break and worst you couldn’t even see Minah. This is as heartbreaking for you and her. Your finals were finally here and you were going to school every day when your friend would pick you up.

You always managed to post about your food breaks and healthy snacks since you were a wellness influencer and Minah was always the first one to see them and comment.

On the last day of finals, your friend picked you up and he drove you to your school. You took your final exam and stretched in your seat as you felt the pressure lift off your shoulders.

Your friend had texted you, inviting you to grab lunch with you and you agreed. You knew Minah had to work till late so you decided to grab her some food as well so she didn’t have to cook later.

As you were eating, you made a quick video with your friend and posted it sharing the healthy meal you got and the healthy meal your friend got as a pro boxer.

“You’re doing good at this influencer thing, Y/N. Thank you for making me part of your journey,” he said as he started to dig in.

“It’s no problem. We’ve been friends since elementary. I’ll go order some food for Minah before eating. Do you want me to get any for your boyfriend?” you said and he shook his head.

“He’s taking me out later,” you nodded at his words before placing an order for Minah. After eating, you two walked outside and he got in a taxi but he kissed you on the cheek before getting into the car.

Minah on the other hand wanted you. She would try to hold back every time she would see you buried in your books. She would go to sleep craving your kisses and touches. What you didn’t know was that Minah was in rehearsal in the building in front of where you stood with your friend. She looked through the one-way glass and tried to control her emotions. She wanted to run down and rip you away from him.

This caused her to have a hard time focusing during practice causing her leader to pull her to the side.

“Minah, what is going on with you? Are you okay?” The tall girl asked. Minah rubbed her face and tried to smile but nothing worked. How would she tell Bada that she wasn’t okay because she needed you?

“Yes, I… I’m sorry. I’ll try harder,” she said and Bada nodded giving Minah another opportunity to prove that she was indeed okay. They walked back to the center of the room and started to practice from the beginning. Bada set the track to Cockiness by Rihana

As the music started, Minah began dancing as best as she could but the song made it nearly impossible for her to focus as she thought about you and all the ways she wanted you. Just as she was about to go into the chorus, she missed a step and fell to the floor. She couldn’t deny any longer that she was frustrated emotionally and sexually.

She excused herself to the bathroom and locked herself in a stall as she tried to catch her breath.

“Minah, get it together,” she said as she fanned herself. She took a deep breath before walking out of the stall when her phone went off and she saw a notification from your Instagram.

You posted a story of your workout outfit and it drove her insane. She splashed water on her face and walked back to the room where the girls were looking at her in concern. Bada walked up to her and held her hand to her forehead.

“My gosh! You are burning up! Minah, go home and rest. You need it,” she said. Minah didn’t protest. She knew if she stayed she would make the same mistakes and would be unable to focus.

So with a small nod, she picked up her things began to walk out of the building, and took a cab to your shared apartment. As soon as she arrived, she dropped her bags on the floor and walked to the room. She let her hair down and undressed herself till she was only in undergarments.

She walked to the shower and turned on the cold knob drenching her body completely. Her body shivered and she bit the side of her cheek as the cold water ran down her heated body. After showering, she wrapped herself in a towel and walked out of the room. She was looking through the drawers for clothes when she realized today was laundry day and she seemed to have forgotten to put the clothes in the washer.

She grabbed her clothes still wrapped in the towel and quickly threw them in the washer before going back to the room.

“Minah?” She heard your voice and froze in her spot. She heard your footsteps and realized she was naked with only a towel covering her. A small shiver ran through her body when she felt the bed sink.

“Baby, are you okay? You look kinda tense,” you said placing a hand on her shoulder.

“Why are you home so early? Did something happen with Bada?” You felt her body tensing up even more.

“Y/N please,” she said in a soft begging voice.

“Minah?” You asked as you dragged your hand down her arm. She bit her lip and shut her eyes tightly.

“Y/N, you’re… you’re teasing me. Please stop,” she said as she grabbed your arm. Her hand let go of her towel and her bare figure was revealed to you fully for the first time. Your breath got caught in your throat and that’s when she felt the cool sensation on her body.

“Oh my. I’m sorry! I’ll change and be right out,” she fumbled to pick up her towels but you grabbed her hands.

“You’re beautiful,” you said as you moved the towel aside and kissed her shoulder. She seemed to melt under your touch when a soft moan escaped her lips. You looked at her face and smiled softly.

“Y/N, I need you,” she said and you nodded.

You as well as her have been holding back your lustful desires and you were ready to give in to her desires. You kissed her lips hungrily and her hands found their way to your breasts.

Sloppy kissing sounds filled your room as she undressed you and attacked your neck feeling every inch of your body and cupping your now wet pussy.

You moaned as you felt her hand on your core and she threw you on the bed.

“Minah,” you called but she didn’t reply to your voice. She kept sucking and biting on your neck as she enjoyed your taste and the marks she was leaving.

“Minah, wait,” you said again. She looked at you as she used her hands to hover above you. Her eyes were dark and her brows were furrowed.

“You know I don’t like when others touch you. Care to explain why that man had his hands on you today? Why did he kiss you?” She asked.

“Baby, I’m sorry. It’s not like that. I promise,” you said. A slight smirk appeared on her face as she lowered herself on you.

“Prove it,” she said and with one swift move, she flipped you so you were on top of her. You were startled.

Of course, you weren’t new to sexual intercourse with women but something about Minah made it all feel new to you. The way she touched you, the way she kissed you, and the way her eyes were locked on yours made it feel like it was the first time.

“Prove it, Y/N. I want you to show how sorry you are. I want you to prove to me that I am the only one,” she said with a seductive tone. You couldn’t hold back your desires any longer so you smashed your lips into hers and kissed her sloppy.

You used your hand to grope her breasts and traced her figure. Soft breaths escaped her lips as her eyes were shut. You had never seen her so vulnerable to your touch and it turned you on making your folds wetter.

As your hand reaches her core, her legs part willingly and you smile at her actions. You used your middle finger to collect her juices to draw circles in her sensitive clit. Her sweet moans started to fill the room and they rang in your ears.

You decided to give her more. More pleasure, more love, more of anything she asked for. You were willing to do anything she asked of you.

You brought your fingers to your lips tasting her and went back down inserting two fingers into her. You noticed how her eyes opened wide as well as her mouth. She gripped onto your shoulders and her nails dug into your skin.

You bit your lip as tears build up in your eyes. You were new to pain and pleasure and you loved that it came from Minah. The woman under you has always made you feel new emotions that you were unable to describe but you loved everything about it.

You pumped your fingers in and out at a slow pace making sure she took all of you and you curled your fingers trying to find the right spot. Every thrust emitted a new sensation inside of her and you kissed her lips to trap all of her moans.

As you thrusted again you finally found her sweet spot and you pressed on it hard. You moved faster and she let out the most beautiful pornographic sounds and in a matter of seconds, she released all over your hand.

She dropped her body on the bed and let out a last moan when you pulled out of her. Her chest moved up and down as she tried to regulate her breathing. She licked her lips and opened her eyes.

“Good girl,” she said as she used her towel to wipe your hand.

“Lay down for me, my love,” she said and gently lifted you and placed you on the edge of the bed.

“If it hurts, just hold my hand,” she said and you nodded as you intertwined your hand to hers. She moved down on you and bit your inner thigh and placed a kiss on the same spot.

You let out a moan before gripping the sheets. The next thing you did was arch your back as you felt her wet, warm tongue against your sensitive bud and she inserted two fingers inside of you with no warning and with great force.

She moved inside and out of you rapidly and ate you out. Your moans were loud and high-pitched. Your hand was tightly gripping her hand and the other one gripped the sheets.

What finally drove you to the edge was when you felt her digging her teeth into your clit. The amount of pain was just enough to bring your entire body immense pleasure and she hit your spot at the same time making you cum all over her face.

She licked her lips and went up to kiss you passionately as you tried to recover from your high. As she broke the kiss, a string of saliva and your juices connected your lips.

“Minah~” you mumbled as she helped you get cleaned up and she helped you to the bathroom. She got you in the shower and hopped in with you.

You took a warm shower with her as you helped each other clean up. After the shower, you dressed yourself and her in your clothes and you both sat on the couch together.

“So… who was that?” Minah finally asked as you played Singles Inferno on the TV.

“A childhood friend. We met for lunch and to film some content but he had to leave because his… boyfriend was waiting for him,” you said with a smile and looked at Minah’s flustered face.

“Sorry, baby. I got overly jealous,” she said as she hurried her face in your neck.

“If that was your jealousy state, remind me to make you jealous more often,” you smirked when she hit your arm softly.

Thank you for reading!!!🩵

[3eyed-short-order]

Cassius Ethoka [She/Her]

Tribe: Mustari 

Age: 25

Features: Red eyes, dark brown skin, wheat blonde hair. Fox-like expressions. Would have a distinct, thick, Irish accent. 

HOME

Her home is on an isolated mountaintop with the closest population being the sanctuary city of Altabury. She descends from a small handful of Mustari who fled the city (during the original migration and attempt at assimilation) and secluded themselves in the mountains to the north east of Altabury. This group of mustari are, for simplicity's sake, akin to pilgrims (religious zealots). They think the other Mustari around them aren’t devoted enough, and that the Sanctists are just objectively wrong. But because of the contempt they have for their homeland, they’re unable to go back. Their only option is isolation. 

The Mustari of this village, while culturally descending directly from the teachings of Virga island, are so distanced and isolated that they quickly begin to classify themselves as a separate tribe to itself. They live in their isolation for a hundred or so years, cultivating their land and keeping a wide berth from the Sanctists who’d wish to prosecute them and their homeland that rejects their faith. While primarily Mustari, the village also held a handful of Paripus and even a single Elda family. They’re so separated from the world that, save occasional visits to the city for produce or medicine they can’t procure elsewhere, they stay away from civilization on the whole. The seclusion and cold has honed their senses for uninhabitable tundras. 

BACKGROUND 

Eha, oldest daughter to village leaders Esme and Ephren, grew up in relative peace for most of her adolescence. As the oldest of seven (and a gaggle more if you include the other families within the village) she was a care-taker in her own right and acted as a figure of authority for the children until she turned 14. Once she reached age, her parents trained her in the hunting of livestock and monsters to both protect their village and gather food in an attempt to prepare her for the leadership she’d be inheriting for their community. She quickly grew strong and capable and took on hunting as her full time role. Eventually, as the village found themselves running low on a sacrace medicinal plant, she began leaving their isolated home and making her way to the city of Altabury to make money and allow them to continuously buy what they needed. 

She began bounty hunting, first hunting monsters. It was difficult, at first, to fight monsters but after proving herself she was offered the chance to hunt more profitable targets. She learnt quickly that the monsters around the city, while terrifying, were little more than animals, and could be hunted accordingly. This continued for a few years and she was touted as a point of extreme pride by the village at large. 

One day, after a particularly long jaunt away from home, she came back to find her entire village encased in snow. There’d been an avalanche, presumably caused by the massive festivals that had happened around this year in Altabury, and with the celebration came the efficient snuffing out of the life she knew and people she loved. Her whole family and village was buried in snow and she spent days digging tirelessly, trying to save them. Before giving up completely she found a child, one of the village children, holed away and somehow still alive. If only barely. She can continue to dig, to try and find her family (or whatever was left) or she could take the child to safety. 

She nurses the child back to health, tirelessly lingering by their bedside. She is, for the first time, unable to pray. It’s too hard to clasp her hands together. They’re too cold. 

The next month of her life is dedicated to getting the child, one she’s since recognized as the little Paripus that used to hang around her younger siblings— Adoration Bell—, to a semblance of living. But she’s out of money, having spent it all on the medicine, and lodging for the two of them. She goes back to work, trying to make ends meet but there aren’t enough bounties to keep the afloat long. This keeps up for about a year, but it’s tenuous. Something has to give. 

Adoration, Dora, now better gets caught trying to steal food from the market. They’re caught and punished by being branded as a thief (by means of being held chest down into a hot fire). Eha comes back to find them hurt and horribly scarred and decides to get revenge. This revenge looks like finding the man who did this (a clemar priest under the sanctity banner) and killing him for his crimes. She learns through this something she always knew— that the monsters around the city, while terrifying, were little more than animals, and could be hunted accordingly. In short order she begins moving to a more profitable game, that of people, and becomes an assassin for hire that specializes in high target counts and “innocent” targets. With the addition of her new work she takes on a new name, “Cassius” and uses it everyday onward.

Through the years she cements herself as a formidable killer, and is eventually paid to kill Louis. She takes the job and gets far enough to make it into his personal quarters before encountering the magnus brothers. She’s able to dispatch them but stops when she’s surrounded by soldiers and Louis himself. He questions her and her goal and she explains, shortly, that a job’s a job and it isn’t personal. Louis knows of her and intends to kill her, in his detached brutal way, but Fidelio Magnus suggests using her as a pawn for some of his dirty work. Louis takes the advice and Cassius is spared. For the first time in her life  someone stands up for her and she falls in love.

PERSONALITY

Cassius is a, seemingly, serious young girl. She speaks with a monotone only having a slight amused tilt to her voice when teasing the people around her. She’s quiet, choosing to listen rather than speak up, and enjoys fading into the background of conversations/events whenever possible. She’s a loyal creature, but is entirely motivated by money, survival and debts owed. She is intense and has a one track mind in regard to relationships and work. 

She isn’t particularly smart, but she’s patient and capable of letting others do the hard work of figuring things out for her. For someone so quiet she is incredibly attuned with the emotions and psyche of the people around her and even as she’s found herself numb and hollow from the horrors she’s enacted and lived through, she still finds herself unable to leave people behind.

She’s not particularly concerned with the horrors she’s enacted on the world around her, finding it to be just and natural considering her own circumstances. In that sense she’s quite hypocritical, unable to see the flaws in her own actions as she deems them unavoidable. 

LIKES

Fidelio Magnus. Her Crew. Reading porn in her freetime. Listening to others talk.

DISLIKES

Junah (is too close to Fidelio), Cathrine (finds her to be too loud for how mediocre her work is), Brigatta (has worked for her many times), Most women.

SPECIAL FEATURES

Cassius’ third eye is significantly more functional then other Mustari after a few generations of needing incredibly sharp senses to survive the harsh climate of the village . She can see out of it, somewhat, so she enjoys cheating at card games, hide and seek and other leisure hobbies with others. Her third eye’s eyesight is similar to seeing silhouettes of a room, just the shapes of things around her, not details. And, of course, she can see magla paths just as Eupha can, though not as concentrated as her. 

Similar to Kakashi (Naruto), she enjoys reading raunchy, bodice rippers in public and during team meetings. A massive loser virgin who blushes at the barest hints of affection but reads raunchy paper backs with a straight face. 

She can’t cook. It's genuinely baffling how bad she is.

Makes silly cute nicknames for everyone she knows.

Decidedly anti-racist. Go figure.

One of her best friends before the avalanche was an Elda. She’s unimpressed by Will as a result and finds most of his team incompetent.  

She’s a jealous creature by nature and hates playing second fiddle to anyone. Even though she neither sings nor bounty hunts monsters anymore, she wants to show off against Junah and Cathrine as often as possible. She attempted to kill Junah no less then 3 times, stopping only because Basilio and Fidelio would be upset. Catherine is just an eyesore too slippery to get her hands on (Though she has tried many times).

Brings back trinkets from every job (usually body parts to prove completion) but also music sheets for Fidelio, hair care for Glodell, quality sewing kits for Zorba, cooking utensils for Basilio, local playbills for Louis and leaves for Junah. 

Amazing tipper. Makes so much money she uses it recklessly but it’s fine. 

She’s a restless person when she’s not completely focused on whatever task she’s doing, and is always running her hands through her hair as a side effect. 

Has a horrible staring problem. Knows the three eyes creep people out. Doesn’t care.

She prefers to wear her old furs and heavy cloaks whenever possible, but as a side effect becomes a sexy anime babe and usually has little more than booty shorts and a bra underneath her heavy garb. 

De-stresses by making difficult people blush.

Horrific virgin who would immediately melt and fold at the first sign of someone liking her. 

She doesn’t understand why everyone likes Louis so much. She thinks he’s insane and not all put together, but even still she spends a weird amount of time in his company when she’s near

Is presumed to have a very expensive ‘paripus fetish’ as everyone within her personal crew is a paripus. 

Gallery :)

Family tree

[poetforher]

— °˖ ⊹ ꒰ 💿 ꒱ meet me halfway ; shin hati (ahsoka)

#.                   you knew better than to ask the stubborn sith about the place she had visited before, but you just couldn't shake off your curiosity about her

content warning;          18+ nsfw content minors dni, female-bodied reader, no pre-established relationship, kissing, making out, interrupted kissing, pining, implied previous make out/kissing | 1.5k words

a/n.                                        I was struggling so much with coming up with something coherent that was worth to be put out, so i hope this is enjoyable for us girlies :)

coming into the camp to live with the peridea bandits was proven less difficult than shin hati had first anticipated. many of the bandits living in the camp refused to talk to her and the rest had a distaste towards her trying to be their leader, but for the sake of partnership they followed her word. there were no conflicts between her and the people who took her in, she didn’t have to argue or reason to be helped with food, water, a ride, and a warm place to live. whenever she could she helped the others living in the camp by going on to forage and hunt by herself, to escape the commotion of the tight knit camp, and to strengthen her connection to the force alone.

“will there be a time for you to join us all to eat?” with the question walks in a bandit, a bowl and a cup in their hand as their get closer to the sith and sitting across her at the table. shin hati raised an eyebrow at the bandit settling down in front of her, getting comfortable on the pillow on the floor before pulling their helmet off and tossing it behind you.

of course, there were exceptions to a few crooks avoiding her, like yourself, one of the youngest riders out of the bandits who took care of the howlers. you often ran around the camp without your helmet, taking the howlers back to the fenced down areas for the night and asking their riders if there were any complaints from the animals. you didn’t mind her at all in the camp, rather you were intrigued by her and how she trained, how she was capable of protecting herself with a simple beam of a lightsaber.

“I reckon someone like you who spent years alone has a hard time accepting company.” you add as you take a sip of your drink, simultaneously throwing your gloves onto the table next to your bowl. the sith in front of you says nothing as she continues to dig through her food before lifting her spoon out of the bowl and stuffing it in her mouth.

you shake your head, feeling a tad bit pitiful because of your weak attempt at trying to get her to have a casual conversation failed. but even with the bitter taste in your mouth, you accept the defeat you must face, making this lunch of yours a short one by finish up fast and heading back to the camp square to see if there was any other work that had to be done before the next scavenger group was sent out.

but just as you were reaching for your helmet, standing up and heading out of the tent the blonde mercenary stopped you in your tracks with a firm grip on the gear that was hanging from your belt. “your assumption is correct,” she breaths as she lets go of your belt, turning out from the table and looking up at you.

“although I’m mostly clueless of what to talk about.” her words were sincere, the shimmer in her eyes was more than enough to confirm that to you. with a sigh, you nod and go to pull a pillow to take a seat next to her, helmet once again set behind you as you crouch down taking your place, the gear on your belt rattling as you settle.

“a tale about the galaxy would be a great start.” giving her an enthusiastic smile might have worked more against you than in favor of you as her eyes slim, her face contouring into a confused expression. the gears in shin hati’s brain were turning, but maybe not in the direction she wanted them to. all she could think about was how she got here, that was on her mind between the sun coming up and setting. she wasn’t sure of how she got here, she could barely rely on her memory and let alone recount about it to you with that stupid smile on your face and that low cheer in your voice when you mentioned it.

“we always talk about the galaxy, don’t you find it dull?” perhaps the first part of her statement was true- you always asked about the galaxy and never anything else, but what was never gonna be true is the second part. you will never grow bored hearing about the stars and planets that are outside your home.

“you have seen the space between the stars, been to so many places, and you think that there is no magic to it anymore.” you say, rolling your eyes as she shrugs, quietly scoffing at you words. the blonde’s reaction gives you a reason for a short laugh before continuing with your issue about hearing about the galaxy. “I have only known peridea my whole life, I wish to know the stories of the galaxies from someone who has been in more than one.” there was no way she could argue with your logic, not even with her knowledge that was probably far greater than yours.

shin hati nods, thinking that she may have found a compromise for you. the blond girl was certainly not easy to deal with, but she was also incredibly stubborn and determined to stick by her ways. shin hati thought that if she gave in and was ready to answer, hoping that the two of you could spend some time together during your next scavenger hunting trip she would be able to convince you to tag along, and talk about yourself rather than interrogating her.

“flattery will get you nowhere.” she says with a huff as she looks away from you with a pout. the comment makes you smile, despite her attempts to hide it. ‘she does seem cute with her pout.’

“I’m right where I wanna be.” you reply, leaning forward to rest a cheek on your palm with a playful smirk that made the blonde look over to you. the look in her blue eyes were intense yet soft, her lips parted slightly as she blinked slowly. it made the heat rise to your cheeks, making you wonder if she could read minds. the blonde looked at you for another moment before dropping her gaze back down to her bowl. you felt disappointed at the loss of eye contact, silence settling between the two of you for a while.

“so you wanna hear about the galaxy…” her voice trails off into a whisper, trying to catch her attention again by taking her hand in yours. the sith stiffens, her cheeks tinted a pink color but she doesn’t pull away or move to get away. her hands are cold but softer than you imagined them to be. after a moment of hesitation, you take her hand, intertwining your fingers. you give a gentle squeeze and watch her expression morph into a mix of confusion and surprise, her face flushed red. “or your interests are finally shifting?”

"you have anything else to do in mind?" you ask, a small grin on your lips as you look back up at her. the blonde takes a moment before she shakes her head, her hair swinging softly against her shoulders, her hand running up your arm and stopping on the back of your neck, pulling you in. the two of you meet halfway, your lips connecting in a sweet kiss, soft and sweet, almost like the way a lover kisses before bed. it's slow and full of affection, the warmth of both of your bodies pressed against each other. it feels perfect to you, like coming home after a long day of searching and adventuring.

for shin hati it felt like finding home after being so lost for so long, looking for purpose in the galaxy's most executive and dangerous parts, it seemed like something out of a fairytale when she found you at the end of the galaxy. the world around her was spinning, but she couldn't bring herself to care, all that mattered was the feeling of her lips on yours and the feeling of your hand in hers. she felt safe.

the kiss was interrupted when a whistle blows loudly throughout the camp. you break apart quickly, both of your faces flushing a bright red as you look anywhere but each other. with a loud groan, you push yourself up from your spot on the ground, the blonde doing the same. you put her helmet back on while shin hati pulls her cloak over her head as you walk towards the door, leaving her there, staring at your back, trying to come up with something to say. “i still owe you a story of the galaxy." she whispers into the quiet, her words falling heavy against her ears. you turn to look at her, your smile growing ever bigger as you look her directly in the eye, not that she can see that, and nod. she returns it before you step out of the tent, closing the flap behind you, leaving her alone to do whatever she pleased with the confusing thoughts that you have planted in her brain.

[lingeringscars]

harper s3 yj thoughts so far

fell into a depression watching the cabin burn and didn't do anything to help keep it burning. she had accepted death at that point

it took her a minute after winter broke to come to her senses and find that will to live

helped tai build the shelters during the time jump

isn't vocally against shauna but is more on mari's side during their beefs. mostly bc she is also a little shit and relates to that in mari.

i think she did try with shauna. she had a lot of empathy for her. but eventually she just couldn't do that anymore.

this really changes with the trial <3

she has a strong sense of justice, and she truly did believe ben

she also does what she is told and that is a really interesting contrast to play around with esp in a yj setting where she is both going to try to free people and will follow orders and is a good soldier. wants peace but will keep fighting if that is what they have. wants to survive (most of the time) but has severe survivors guilt and struggles.

thinking about kane's who we want to be doesn't always win quote and how applicable it is to yj. this was esp true after javi, so i think working overtime to make sure it doesn't happen with ben.

at first, she might have bought into the stories about how he burned down the cabin. i think in general she really likes listening to van tell stories

this starts to fade as well because it is more about their experiences, which she doesn't vibe with the spins on that

she makes little jokes at the nat holy leader stuff. it probably falls flat with others, but i think nat appreciates it (my own interpretation. obviously nat rpers can have different thoughts there!)

she makes little digs about shauna that is probably not great. i can't think of any examples rn but i think after lottie, akilah, and travis change their votes it def comes out at them (v where's your mom, monty?)

she still holds on to that ben is their coach mentality and is struggling with letting javi die, but she cannot actively kill ben

she does pick a card because she has to; she still recognizes that refusing would not be good

she ends up going with lottie, akilah, and travis because she doesn't trust lottie right now. she saw what lottie did to travis earlier, and she saw what the gas did. she is not a fan. i think she truly believes (and says) that lottie is just using them to try to connect to something she lost and taking it out on them because of it.

she's probably most afraid of lottie because of it, actually. shauna is scary, but shauna is almost a familiar scary. people who lash out because they are in pain and hold firm to their beliefs because they can't shake them is familiar. lottie is uncharted territory. someone who causes pain while truly believing it is good. someone who is trying so hard to do something else and connect to something that harper doesn't understand.

she's usually very curious and asks questions, but she's also skeptical and javi dying pivoted things for her. she can't put her faith in the wilderness. these were HER actions, not something else. what SHE did. i am sure her not distancing herself from this works really well for the group.

i think she thinks there is SOMETHING going on, but she doesn't think it's some mystical connection to the wilderness. don't ask her what else though she can't tell you.

case by case basis for whether or not she was part of the cave gas scene because i think it fits and aligns with the jobi nuts + the original harper death scene. i've kept in her canon her getting v sick off the jobi nuts, and i think i combined that with the shrooms from s1 but it would also be applicable here

even if she did not personally experience it, she would have been wary about it all anyway. she said drugs are meant for fun not forced visions

i do think forced / coerced drugs is a sore point for her too and the perception that lottie is weaponizing that is really uncomfortable to her

i'm all over the place because trying to collect my thoughts across the episodes but if it wasn't clear she did not change her vote

she definitely cried when ben was found guilty but hid it away as anger and stormed off (to plan how to set him free. i think she does need some level of support from others to attempt to do that, though. being the only one would not work. akilah and travis changed their votes, and they were the two she would have looked to for this, so that dashed a lot of hopes. she really is not happy with them for this and feels personally betrayed by them doing this, even though it isn't personal. it does make her 10x more wary of lottie and that influence, though)

she has never run faster than when she had a reason to save ben

finds time to check in with travis after because she is acutely aware of the parallel between him knocking ben over when he was about to be shot and him knocking nat out of the way when she was about to be slit

probably ends up in ben's place staring down all of them just bc i think that would be a hot shot. she'll move out of the way for akilah to have her moment

as soon as shauna and melissa disappear, she's in the pen helping ben :(((

i don't think she can do much but she'll stay there with him screaming all night instead of retreating to the huts :(((

a lot of trying to do better after javi and struggling because that is Not the vibe that is going around DFHSH

[asirensrage]

Saudade - Chapter 20

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Mikey x OC, Hanma x OC, Ran x OC, Mikey x OC x Draken Fandom: Tokyo Revengers Warnings: swearing, violence, threats of violence, murder, smoking, sex, consensual sex between teenagers, alcohol, recreational drug use, mention of trafficking, torture, family neglect, mentions of sexual violence. isekai OC. memory loss. unbeta’d **warnings are not exhaustive** Summary: No one seems to realize she doesn’t belong until she finally runs into her “new” brother, Hanagaki Takemichi. Now, hearing his story, Takara makes the choice to help him and hopefully find her way home, but faking it til you make it only lasts so long when you start losing the memories of the life you had before. As Takemichi becomes the only family she’s ever known, how far will she go to protect him?

notes: Oh, this chapter. This one's for the Hanma girls. It'll have ripple effects. I hope you like it as much as I do. Thank you for reading. Please let me know what you think. <3

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“Hey, Princess.” 

She turns instantly, the anger suddenly sparking at the pet name. “You motherfucker!” She snarls, wishing she had more than a knife in her bag. She wasn’t going to kill him, not yet at least, but she would like to leave some lasting damage. 

“Woah,” he laughs, holding up his hands in surrender. “I come in peace. Just wanted to see you.”

“You’re going to feel my foot up your ass!” 

“Come on…even brought you a gift.” He holds out a pack of cigarettes, waving it slightly like it’s a treat and she’s a dog come to beg. 

“Fuck off,” she snaps, insult added to injury. She storms forward, intent on at least knocking the shit out of him. “You nearly got my brother killed!”

Hanma, for all his attempts to draw her near, simply shrugs. “These things happen in a gang, princess. Especially in a fight with the leader. Your brother was going to get there, one way or another.” His eyes lower, tracing over her figure. They narrow slightly at the outfit she’s wearing. It’s one of the ones Ran gave her, so she knows it’s not because it doesn’t look good. “Especially when you’ll rescue him.” 

“These things happen?” she asks incredulously. “The next thing that’s going to happen is I’m going to curb-stomp your fucking teeth out!”

He leans forward, grinning at her. “You think you can reach?”

She kicks, intent on aiming between his legs. He blocks her before she can, but she doesn���t let that stop her. She punches only to be forced back as he moves forward. She’s not on her rollerblades since she needs to replace a part and he’s using it to his advantage. They continue but nearly every hit she tries to make is blocked until she finally cracks him one across the mouth. He grins at her, teeth bloody. He spits on the floor and she can’t help the face she makes in response. 

 Takara doesn’t know how it happens. She’s shoved into a corner, Hanma pressing himself into her with one of his hands holding her wrists to keep her from lashing out. He has a knee pressed between her thighs, keeping her in place while limiting the way she can move to kick him. 

It doesn’t stop her from struggling, from trying to get out of his hold. She even makes herself lean forward until she can bite his arm, teeth digging in as hard as she can until she tastes blood. Another moment where she regrets the height she has in this body. If she was taller, she could rip his throat out for this. Anything to make him let go. 

“Fuck!” he swears, trying to yank his arm from her mouth. “Fucking stop! I’m trying to fucking talk to you, princess!” 

“Fuck you!” she spits at him, mostly saliva than his blood which is bleeding into his shirt. “I don’t wanna fucking talk to you!” She places her foot flat on the wall behind her, using the leverage to shove herself up into him. It’s unexpected enough to catch him off guard as she slams the top of her head into his chin. 

His head snaps back, teeth clanking together. She hopes they break. Takara tries again to shove herself forward, pushing him off balance, but Hanma is getting used to her and forces her back, even with the blood now on his lips.

“Can’t make it easy, can you princess?”

“For you? Never.”

He grins at her. “Wouldn’t like you so much if you did.” He shifts himself forward, body pressing against hers. He’s warm and she can feel the tension of his muscles against her. “Stop fighting,” he murmurs, his lips against her ear. “Just let me talk to you.” 

“I’m going to fucking murder you,” she tells him. 

He looks at her like she just confessed her love…and it was reciprocated. “Promise?” he asks softly. 

She scrunches up her face at the way he says it. “Not like that,” she recoils slightly but doesn’t get anywhere. “Let me fucking go.”

“Not until you fucking listen,” he says, pressing a kiss against her cheek. She snaps at him, teeth flashing with intent to tear into his skin since her hands are still restricted. He just laughs, moving his face out of her reach. 

She should have headbutted him, but the top of her head already still hurts from the last attempt and it had yet to provide her with any space. She has no choice. She needs a new play. Swallowing down her anger, trying not to choke on it, she glares up at him. “What? What the fuck do you want?” 

He seems to realize that she’s actually listening and he pulls back slightly, just enough to let her breathe and so he can look at her. He still doesn’t let go. “Listen,” he leans down slightly. “Shit’s gonna get worse before it gets better. Don’t fucking ally with Toman.”

“This because you got kicked out?” she sneers. 

“I don’t give a fuck about Toman, but your connection to them is going to bite you in the ass, princess.”

She looks up at him, finally listening. “What? Why?”

He shakes his head. “Can’t get into it, but trust me, alright?”

“Why the fuck would I trust you? You tried to kill my brother.”

He shifts, thigh pressing harder against her and pulling her forward slightly so that she’s resting on it more than against the wall. Her breath hitches in her chest at the feeling. “Because princess. You’re mine, remember?” Hanma bends a little more, mouth capturing hers. 

Hanma kisses with purpose and Takara finds herself opening up without really thinking about it. He’s good at this, one of his hands moving to the small of her back and pulling her closer to him. The other one still holds her wrists, keeping her from shoving him away, but she’s not even thinking about it right now. All she can think of is the way he tastes like the cigarettes she’s been missing.  

“Fuck,” he mutters against her mouth. He lets go of her wrists, his hand moving to the back of her neck to hold her there. She moves her arms over his shoulders, rocking her hips against his thigh. She can’t really help it. It feels good, even if she still wants to make him bleed. She digs her hand into his hair and yanks it back, forcing his lips from hers. He groans, bucking into her. 

“What the fuck are you two doing?” she asks, her voice heavy with want. It’s heady knowing she has this power over him, the way he watches her, and doesn’t make her stop from tightening her grip and pulling a little harder. 

“You gonna give me somethin’?” he asks, gold eyes staring down at her. His pupils are nearly blown wide. “Won’t betray him.”

She huffs, laughing slightly at the loyalty. “So determined to stay leashed…” she mutters. She mentally thanks Ran for giving her this knowledge, for teaching her what it means to make someone break like this. He’d probably hate it that she was actually thinking about this. But needs must, as they say. She hooks her leg around his waist and rolls her hips into his. He’s hard against her. The grip on her neck tightens and his eyes darken as he looks at her. 

“Playing dangerous, princess?” His thumb presses against her pulse point. 

“Always,” she says. Takara waits to see if he’ll take the bait. 

He kisses her again and when he finally breaks it, moving his lips against her neck and sucking his own marks into her skin, he does. “Joined another gang,” he mutters. “Gonna take Toman fuckers down.”

“Like,” her breath hitches and she tries not to moan. “Like the other one? Valhalla?”

“Nah…” His hand moves from the back of her neck, sliding up her side, under her shirt and resting under her breast. “Better.”

She lets him take it further. Her head falls back against the wall, rocking her hips against him. She should feel worse about this, about what she’s doing at this moment, but she doesn’t. Takara tries not to think about what that says about her. 

🔪

When they’re done, when she’s straightening out her clothes and fixing her skirt, as he lights a cigarette, she realizes that she doesn’t regret it. She should feel ashamed that she fucked him in an alley, that anyone could have seen them, but she doesn’t. All she can focus on is the new information she gained…and the way her muscles feel relaxed after a workout. It’d be fun, she thinks, to fuck him properly, like the way she slept with Ran…but the thought of dealing with Hanma after that is enough to stop that thought in its tracks. 

He offers her the cigarette from his mouth and she takes it without thinking, inhaling deeply and letting the nicotine calm her nerves. 

“You’re a dirty one, aren’t you princess?” He asks, grinning at her. 

“Fuck off.” The reply comes automatically. 

“Already did,” his grin somehow grows wider with that response. 

She doesn’t reply, taking another drag of the cigarette and exhaling slowly. Another gang was already forming and while he was smart enough not to give out too much information, it was enough for her to start planning. Kisaki thought he had all the chips laid out, but Takara was a team player and he clearly wasn’t. He’d lose just for that. 

“Here,” he tosses the pack of smokes that he held out like a prize earlier. She throws it back at his head. Hanma laughs, catching it from the air. “It’s not a reward, princess. I got it for you ‘cause I know you won’t get your own.” He hands it to her this time. “Just take it. You can think of me when you taste it.” He raises his eyebrows at that. 

“Ugh,” she mutters but she does take the pack and shove it in her bag. “You’re the worst.”

“Yeah? That why your teeth marks are in my neck as you tried to keep from screaming?”

She spits at the ground, remembering the taste of his skin and the blood she drew. “You ever think it might have been disappointment? Should have ripped it out.”

He leans down towards her. “Wanna try again?” His hand cradles her cheek, thumb brushing across lips still swollen from his kisses.

She gives into the urge to shove the cigarette into his skin, hitting the inside of his wrist. He pulls his hand back fast, cursing as the burn sets in. “That’s for fucking touching me without permission in the first place.” 

His gaze looks slightly manic as he looks at her, blowing softly against the torched skin. “Worth it.”

“Next time it’ll be a knife.” She drops the cigarette butt on the ground and stomps it out. “Thanks for the release, Hanma.”

His hand shoots out, grabbing her wrist again to stop her. “Thought I told you to call me Shuji?”

She reaches into her bag without looking away from him, fingers clasping the knife that she has stored. She pulls it out, flicking it open like she practiced a thousand times in the mirror. She presses it against his groin. “My patience has run out. Let me go or you’ll never fuck another girl in your life.” 

His eyes spark and she can practically see the way his breathing picks up. He lets go slowly though and she steps back, not looking away. 

“Bye, princess,” he calls out. “Til next time.”

“There won’t be a next time!” 

🔪

It takes her three hours, after showering and scrubbing the scent of him off of her skin, buried in the sheets of her bed before the guilt sinks in and she pulls out her phone. She texts Ran before she can stop herself. <I’m sorry.>

It takes less than half an hour before he responds. <for what, pretty?>

She doesn’t respond, she doesn’t know how to tell him that everything she does is for her brother. Rumours spread and she knows he’s going to find out about what she’s done with Hanma.

<sure you don’t need help?> he texts again. Their last conversation had him aware that she had more going on than she let on. <this have anything to do with your stalker?> 

<I’m sorry> she texts again. 

This time, he doesn’t respond. 

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Writing Challenge Weekend

I’m a LITTLE late for the “weekend” part but I still wanted to get something in for this week!

Nothing like a 14 hour flight to give you time to crank out a ficlet haha! This is entirely unedited tho.

For @thedissonantverses Writing Challenge: this weekend I chose “My name is dead and gone” for inspiration and went for the obvious with the Inquisitor.

Little bit of context for this one: it’s for my Inquisitor, Nirielle Lavellan. She’s incredibly young for being the leader of such a large organization (barely 22 at the time) and also heavily associated with plants. She started the Skyhold herb garden and still tends it whenever she can, for example. Also, she has a vent piece of art in the loft of the Inquisitor’s quarters- a giant tree reminiscent of her Mythal vallaslin- which is referenced in this piece.

(Maybe one day I’ll remember my Ao3 account to post things there but today is not that day)

“Herald!”

“Um, Your Worship?”

“Good morning, Inquisitor.”

“My lady, would you like Ambassador Montilyet’s report now or later?”

“Mistress Lavellan-“

“Not right now, please.” Nirielle’s voice came out more clipped than she intended and she quickly crafted a polite smile for one of the attendants of an Orlesian noble that had approached her for something- some absurd request that they had no manner of addressing, no doubt. The Orlesians always seemed to be pushing the boundaries of polite company, trying to find “her” hospitality wanting, to find fault in the Inquisition.

She found herself wondering not for the first time if they would have pushed this hard were she a human. Or at least Andrastian.

As the attendant opened their mouth to protest, her smile frayed at the edges. “Please tell Lady DuPuis that we will make every effort to accomodate her request for observing the soldiers’ training yard but that request is best taken up with the Commander.”

“Well my lady, the Commander has proven rather…”

A spark of anger flickered in Nirielle’s eyes. “Ah, so he has already refused. My deepest apologies to the Lady, but I will not be overruling my Commander on this matter. If she is truly insistent, best petition him again. Good day.”

She managed to keep herself from actually storming off, but just barely. She silently thanked the Creators she was blessed with an ordinarily mild temperament and decent emotional control.

Because if she didn’t, there are some specific people that would be on the receiving end of some VERY painful mind blasts.

She did allow herself the brief indulgence of slamming the inner door to her chambers once she was out of the public eye. Then she opened and slammed the poor thing again.

Every day it was the same. Endless requests, endless reports, endless politics. She was raised for leadership in a way that many Dalish elves could not claim, born for becoming Keeper, as one of her hahren used to say.

But at least back in the clan, she was Nirielle. She might have been First, but she was also Little Niri, the girl who climbed every tree she saw and wanted to sketch every new plant she found while digging around in the dirt and the bushes.

As she climbed the ladder to her loft, she reminisced about the last new find she had made before leaving for the Conclave- a multi-headed mushroom with a beautiful sheen to it. Almost certainly poisonous given the colors but absolutely lovely nonetheless.

She picked up one of the discarded pieces of chalk from the wooden floor and set up her step-stool. She was working on the shape of the upper branches of this grand tree, inspired by the Vhenandahl in the alienages she’d seen. The art was inspired by the murals that had suddenly started appearing in the tower that Solas had claimed as his own.

She had asked him about art, where he had learned to paint, if he had a sketchbook, if he only did murals or smaller work as well.

He had dodged many of her questions, as he often did, but also seemed pleased that she understood the value of such art. He encouraged her to try it for herself, which is how this had begun.

She had no intention of showing anyone her grand tree, hidden away in her room as it was. This was for her, an expression of a desire she couldn’t quite name.

In a way she hoped this could be a part of herself, a part of Nirielle Lavellan, that survived into posterity. Something that showed people that SHE existed- not the Inquisitor, not the Herald, but her. Nirielle.

A name that was losing its meaning day by day, it seemed. Sometimes she wondered if any of them even remembered it.

Even those she considered her friends wouldn’t use it. The closest she got was “Boss” from Iron Bull, Sera’s neverending ways of making weird ways to say “Inquisitor” and the occasional “Sprout” from Varric.

She jolted as the piece of chalk in her hand snapped in two, chalk dust puffing up in a cloud around her hand. She hadn’t noticed how hard she was carving it into the wall.

“‘I look in the mirror and see a blank space where my face should be.’ Creeping emptiness, separating from the world. Uprooted, removed, slowly shriveling.” Cole’s voice came from far too close by- he was seated on the empty barrel that lived on the loft floor.

She wasn’t going to bother asking how he got in- he still showed up where and when he wanted. “Cole, I can’t…” Her voice caught in her throat. She knew where this was going.

He stood up and walked slowly over to her. “You’re still connected to the earth. The tree’s roots go deeper than you think.” It looked like he was trying to smile reassuringly. “You are still Nirielle.”

Her eyes welled up with tears. Even knowing it was coming wasn’t enough to stop her reaction. “Am I…?”

When she started to cry, Cole looked stricken. “I was trying to help, but it just hurts more!” He fretted next to the step stool for a moment before slowly reaching out and awkwardly taking her hand. “How do I make it stop hurting?” His voice was despondent, rather than the frustration he usually got when his efforts didn’t work.

She squeezed his hand as she hiccuped her tears back. “You don’t, Cole. Not…this one. But…”

“But?”

“If you keep reminding me, maybe it will make it hurt a little less.” She tried to give him a smile.

He got a very serious look on his face as he nodded, removing his hand from hers. “I’m going to tell Dorian he has to call you your name.”

“Wait what-“ She spluttered, taken aback by his sudden decisiveness. “Why Dorian? And you don’t have to tell anyone please-“

“He makes you the happiest.” Cole replied, straightforward, though his brow wrinkled in thought a moment later. “But you’re also very happy when Solas calls you da’len. Should I tell Dorian to call you that?”

Nirielle flushed red all the way to the tips of her ears. “No…! And don’t tell anyone else that!” Solas’s approval was something she treasured, and his use of elven terms of endearment made her feel like she had at least one safe person to be fully “elf-y” around, regardless of his feelings on the Dalish as a whole.

She buried her face in her hands, deeply embarrassed about this entire situation. “Don’t bother Dorian. He’s got plenty on his hands as it is, dealing with…whatever he has going on with The Iron Bull.”

“Inexplicable excitement bubbling from the pit of my stomach, standing and wondering if he could lift me if I held onto just his horns-“

“COLE. We’ve talked about this!”

“Sorry.” The former spirit at least had the decency to appear shamefaced. It was not the first time he had been scolded for revealing more personal details of her friends’ relationships to her without anyone’s permission.

“I’m fine, Cole. I’m going to be fine. Sometimes I just…need time to be myself. By myself.”

“But you also need time to be yourself with others.” From anyone else, the argument would be petulant. But Nirielle heard the certainty in Cole’s voice, and she knew he was right.

With a sigh, she decided she could give him something at least. “Maybe…ask Varric if he can call me Sprout more often?” She held up a hand very quickly. “But do NOT tell him I asked!”

Cole beamed, happy to be given a task. “He will be happy to know. The nickname makes him nervous. The title reminds him of who you are. But the nickname reminds him of who he could be for you.”

A stab of guilt and shame lanced through Nirielle. She didn’t want to force anyone to follow her personal whims. They already had to follow her orders as Inquisitor.

But Cole had already vanished, likely to perform the task she had assigned him.

With a resigned sigh she turned back to her tree mural. She could at least try to channel the negative energy into something beautiful - at least until Leliana called for her for the next war table meeting.

[asthedeathoflight]

The Warriors have such interesting personalities especially since LMM and Eisa confirm that they share some quirks with their book and movie counterpart somewhat.

What's interesting about Rembrandt is that despite being queer herself he tends to try to go along with the more heteronormative members and vibes with whatever they say, but when she's actually put into the environment she gets incredibly uncomfortable and tends to focus on the greater picture of things.

Cocohise is actually a former soldier and despite being stoic quickly switches up her persona to for whatever the situation calls for.

This was most likely the Vietnam war she was a part of so I can only imagine what kind of PTSD she must have for her to go from being incredibly playful with cowgirl to probably trying to kill a potential enemy on the spot .

Cleon used to be a part of a gang call to destroyers which was predominantly male and the leader was incredibly abusive and a alcoholic then it got so bad that she and vermin had to flee and for what would eventually become the Warriors.

I imagine out of anybody seeing Cyrus's death most of traumatized her doubly because she likely feel guilty for even bringing the girls to the summit because the way she talks in Derailed is so detached, almost like she's reliving that moment where she had to kill her old leader after he tried to kill her for leaving the gang.

This might sound a little weird, but Fox strikes me as the newest member of the group that likely didn't take the fact that she was a part of the actual gang all that seriously.

Her opening Cypher is pretty boastful and she talks about the Magnavox was it something that was incredibly popular with teenagers back in the seventies.

I definitely think she's the latest member to join and probably doesn't fully process just how dangerous things can get which is probably why she likely idolizes Swan and Ajax the most since they're the go-to fighters.

There's just so much you can dig into and it's cool sharing ideas with newer members of The Warriors fandom with this new interpretation of them

Ooooh I love all these backstory tidbits. Rotating them in my mind so hard.

Okay so i do love that you've identified Rembrandt going along with the Bizzies as being her being more comfortable with heterosexuality purely bc I think it's a really funny contrast with the fact that Ajax is kind of heterophobic and so Rembrandt being like aw maybe straight people deserve rights and Ajax being like. absolutely not. is a very fun image to me. Rembrandt is an ally guys.

I do love the backstory bit of Cochise having been in the military that's very interesting to me and I hadn't connected it to her hitting one of the Bizzies with a chair but you're so right that is kind of brutal of her. That's gonna be awkward at the future Bizzie/Warrior friendship dinners Cowgirl and Lance try to organize. I'm really interested in what the military ties the Warriors have look like now that they're all women.

I know it's established somewhere that guy Cleon actually founded the Warriors but I think it would be really interesting if the Warriors were established during World War II when women in general were taking on more masculine roles due to the war. However I also know that black men weren't subject to compulsory service like white men were so I don't know if communities of color saw as stark of a shift in gender roles during that period. I just like the idea of the Warriors having been around for a while and that weighing on Cleon that she's both got a legacy to uphold but maybe wants to do things differently than her predecessors. Also I have a lot of thoughts about the circumstances under which Cleon became leader and specifically Ajax and Cochise deciding they needed to make things happen behind the scenes to put her in charge which Cleon still resents a little bit because she didn't necessarily want that responsibility.

I do agree with you that Fox seems like the newest member. I think in the video game it's mentioned that Rembrandt is the newest member which is an idea that's fun to think about but just going off the album as a source material Fox definitely seems like the baby of the group in age and experience. I think Fox seems like she's a teenager from Coney Island who joined up with the Warriors because she thought they were just soooo cool and strong, and despite everyone's attempts to get her to understand the reality she's still kind of got stars in her eyes that night. Until Reunion Square in which she suddenly understands what it really means to be one of them.

Anyways. Much to consider. Would love to hear everybody's thoughts.

[toasterdrake]

this one just spawned out of me in the span of a few hours. apparently i wanted angst

they make me wanna recreate one of those werewolf-tearing-off-shirt images istg. the not-siblings ever

Endings - Rumi & Hyeon (OC)

word count: 1.3K

summary: The Idol Awards are in a few hours. Tensions are running high. / The Idol Awards are over. Come home.

warnings: argument + implication of suicide. canon-compliant, so not fulfilled, but present.

this an oc! ref sheet, lore dump

Tapping out a familiar rhythm, Hyeon's knuckles rapped softly on Rumi's bedroom door.

"It's Hyeon. I'm alone."

"Come in," she called through solid wood.

Rumi was already in her Golden outfit when he entered, cracking the door just enough to slide through. Seeing her jacket laid out on the bed, her shoulders bare, he shut it firmly as soon as he was inside.

"You have dressing rooms at the venue for a reason, you know."

Rumi shrugged, fastening her last earring. "It's better to be ready."

Crossing the room to her vanity, it was as natural as breathing to zip up the front of her shirt. Settled around her neck where they had not long ago been climbing like ivy, her patterns stopped just before the hem.

"You were out late, last night."

Hands folding in her lap, Rumi avoided his eyes in the mirror. "I went to see Jinu."

He didn't resist the frown that darkened his reflection. "Again? Rumi, you can't--"

"The Saja Boys are too popular, and we've been struggling lately," she cut in, and Hyeon couldn't argue. "Cancelling the Golden performance, then taking two weeks to make up for it, hasn't helped. We're not strong enough to face them on even footing right now."

"So you made a deal with a devil," Hyeon grouched. He wasn't going to hide his displeasure. Rumi knew he didn't approve of her secret meetings with the boy band's leader.

Standing, she turned with a force usually reserved for demon hunting. "Jinu hates Gwi-Ma just as much as we do."

Hyeon levelled her with a steady look. "The enemy of your enemy doesn't always turn out to be your friend."

Rumi's hands balled into fists. "This doesn't even concern you, Hyeon! This is between Hunters and demons, so stay out of it."

"As long as you're involved, it concerns me. I'm your brother, Rumi."

He took one step forward. One, because he was always beside her.

"No!" Rumi shoved him away; clutched at her arms. "We just grew up together."

It stung. Hyeon frowned through it, and hung on. She was just hurting.

"What's the difference?"

Biting her lip hard, Rumi closed her eyes. Her voice tremored. "Don't act like you don't know."

"So, I don't know exactly how it feels to be you. Neither does Jinu -- he was made a demon, not born one! We grew up not knowing a thing about our fathers. We had to accept being part of two worlds." Voice softening, he pressed a hand to his chest, right above his heart. "I've always understood."

Rumi shook her head. "You couldn't. You can't."

"And the enemy can? The guy trying to tear down the Honmoon and free Gwi-Ma?" He made a wide, sweeping gesture toward the window, where innocent Seoul sprawled below.

"You don't get it! Jinu's not- he's like me! All he did was make a mistake, he's not hopeless, he's not evil--"

"How can you trust he won't turn on you?" Hyeon's own laugh sounded crazed in his ears. "The goodness of his heart?"

"He is good!"

"He's a demon!"

"So am I!"

Low, dangerous notes layering like a thousand promises of ruin, her voice warbled. He couldn't see it echo through the Honmoon, couldn't feel the barrier quiver like a taught bowstring, but he knew it nonetheless.

Nails digging into her sleeves, Rumi flinched back. She hadn't expected that of herself.

Rising anger ebbed from his chest, waves of red subsiding. Fear for what loomed ahead replaced it, settling like ice in his gut. Fear of what would happen to Rumi, most of all.

If she fell, so did HUNTR/X. Then it was over. Hyeon's responsibility was to keep them safe, through anything.

"I don't have to be your brother to look out for you, Rumi. It's my job. My duty. Just... promise me you'll be careful."

"I will." Her voice was small. "I promise."

He had so much more to say. He opened his mouth, then closed it again.

"I really hope this works." For your sake.

"Me too."

It would be time to go, soon. He didn't want her going on stage with her confidence shaken. God forbid, doubting his loyalty.

"If you ever need backup..." Hyeon prompted, extending his hand.

A smile tugged at Rumi's lips. It was barely there, but it meant the world.

"I'll call," she finished, flowing through the motions of their childhood handshake without a second thought.

🎶

"Hyeon?" Rumi called, stumbling blindly through the abandoned stadium.

Panic rose in her chest, clawing, suffocating -- she cried out, louder, for the one person she had left. Maybe he had given up on her, too. Maybe he finally saw her for what she was, too. Maybe--

Her bouncing echoes answered with her own name. Lifting her head, she tried again.

"Rumi!"

Then, she saw him, emerging from the shadowed wings just a few paces away. Ssangdo already drawn.

"Where's Jinu?" Hyeon demanded, voice dripping with barely restrained malice, both hands filled with sharp vengeance.

Jinu.

Rumi's vision blurred. She was falling into him before she even realised she'd moved.

"You were right," she sobbed, making fists in his shirt.

Hyeon went still. The wooden sheaths strapped to his belt sung a low lullaby as his blades retreated, for now. Emptied hands filled with her clothes, her hair, her skin. The glow of her agitated patterns. He was warm, and solid.

"Where are Mira and Zoey?"

She curled closer to the vibrations within his chest when he spoke. "They hate me."

Hyeon's arms tightened around her. "That's not true."

"All they saw was a demon!"

Her cry caught and twisted on the jagged edges of the Honmoon. It was getting hard to care. The Honmoon was so ruined already, cascading in shreds down the sides of the stadium -- her voice made no difference.

"They just need time." One hand came up to what was accessible of Rumi's face, brushing loose strands of hair from her eyes, from the angry patterns arcing across her skin. "We'll figure this out."

Weakly, she thumped his chest. "We don't have time. Everything is ruined. It's too late."

"No," Hyeon insisted quietly. "There's always a way."

Turning fully into his shirt, she hid away from what she had wrought, even as it pulsed and throbbed all around her. Pressing close on the ends of her fingers, and wrapping around the world.

"This was the only way. And I fucked it up. I am a mistake," Rumi confessed, demonic warbles lacing with her usual voice all too comfortably.

"Don't say that." Hyeon's voice sounded strained, as if on the verge of tears. He held her closer. "Don't. I'm the one that was supposed to protect you."

That made her pull away, step back. Her makeup from the performance just minutes ago was surely ruined, but she didn't bother to wipe her eyes. What was the point? The more monstrous she looked, the better it matched what was inside.

Protection. That was right. If there was any way he could help, it was to protect. And she didn't deserve it.

"You have to find Zoey, and Mira, and Bobby. They need you."

"Rumi--" he started, reaching for her. Not when you need me.

Somehow, she found the strength to look at him. One last time. God, she loved him. It swelled as a foaming, dauntless wave in her chest. She had to do this -- for him, for her girls, for everyone.

"This is the end."

Hyeon's duty wasn't to fix the world. Only a Hunter could do that.

In her mind's eye, Rumi saw the old tree, Celine wrapped in a shawl before it.

"I love you."

Her brother's desperate voice stopped abruptly. Restless and biting, a cold wind raced over her bare arms. Her patterns responded with crackling heat.

A blade sung.

🎶

Alone in the stadium, Hyeon fell to his knees and howled before the torn Honmoon.

"Rumi!"

~[H]~

- love, toasty

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[wormtitty]

Kinktober Day 2: mutual masturbation (claudia/madeleine)

“Claudia, where - ?” A rush of air sends loose strands of red hair flying. Madeleine sputters, confusion and indignation rising from her gut. 

They were having such a nice time; lips and tongues and hands. Still no teeth, not yet. Her skirt is creased where Claudia had been rucking it up her leg. One bra strap dangles off her shoulder. She’d been in the middle of unbuttoning Claudia’s dress when she’d disappeared.

Except, no, that’s the sound of her ragged breath from across the room. So she’s not entirely disappeared, that’s good, she can work with this.

Claudia has a hand over her mouth, eyes wide and pupils blown out. Unfortunately for her, obscuring the sight of her mouth does little to hide the fact that Madeleine can hear that her fangs are out when she says, “I don’t wanna hurt you, I can’t…” 

She trails off, shoulders rounding off and slumping against the wall. “I want to, I just can’t trust myself to keep kissing you like that. At least not when you’re still like this.” Claudia gestures to Madeleine’s disheveled, human, form. 

“Okay,” Madeleine ruminates on this dilemma for a few long seconds. “How long do we have until your Louis and ‘vampire king’ return?”

“He’s the coven leader, not a king.” Claudia snaps, still on edge but softening steadily. She lets out a shaky sigh. “Could be a while. They tend to linger by the river.”

Madeleine beckons her back to the bed with a little pat to the covers. “Come here then. I have an idea.” 

Unsteady on her feet and fangs still poking into her bottom lip, Claudia complies, climbing up and resting in her lap, bare legs brushing under their skirts. Madeleine cups her face, looking into her eyes as she says “You can try to be gentle, yes? Let me kiss you, ma chérie.” 

She does, pressing her lips softly to where Claudia is waiting for her, so still and sweet. It’s nice like that for a scant few minutes before the vampire in her lap is starting to writhe and dig her fingers into the bedding on either side of them. She pushes herself back with a gasp, scooting back on Madeleine’s leg.

Oh. She’s wet, soaking through her knickers. Madeleine can feel where she’s warm and pulsing against her shin. “Claudia,” is the only word she can find through the surge of arousal that fogs her mind. 

There’s a flurry of movement as she rucks up her skirt the rest of the way, shoving a hand down her own underthings. Claudia mewls, grinds her hips down against the hard line of Madeleine’s leg between her thighs. 

“We’ll - hah -  keep our hands to ourselves, yes?” She’s wetter than she’s been in months with this lovely creature in her lap and her own fingers in her cunt. They slip in easy, filling her in the way she wishes Claudia would. 

“How,” Claudia swallows, places a palm flat on the bed next to Madeleine’s hip and spreads her fingers wide, waits for her to slide her own hand on top. Their fingers entwine ever so slightly. “How do you like it, Madeleine? Show me, please, I want to know for when…” 

“When I’m like you,” Madeleine says, thrusting two fingers in and curling them up deliciously. “I want you to fuck me like this, on your fingers, oh ma chérie.” 

Claudia’s trembling above her, hips making aborted little circles. Her bloomers have slipped to the side, now it’s just her wet, wet cunt sliding against Madeleine’s leg, spreading the wetness. Madeleine comes with a gasp, jerking up against Claudia, and that’s all it takes. Her lover falls forward like a puppet into her arms, face-first into the pillow supporting Madeleine’s back. 

She’s shuddering in the aftershocks of her orgasm, fingers still inside herself when Claudia sits up with feathers in her mouth. Madeleine looks down. There’s a distinct mouth-sized tear in the pillow.

[skayafair]

I love that Lizzy is capable AND she still has regular nasty breakdowns.

At first I really didn't like her. As I later realized, because of how uncomfortably she reminded me of my own petsonality sides I'd rather choose to forget. Or maybe how people who didn't like me wanted me to see myself and I adopted this view, I don't know. The point is, there are enough similarities, so I disliked Elizabeth for some time while trying to stay objective, and later came to really respect her.

The feeling of constant anxiety while you simultaneously try to make things right and do what's right, for example. And that nothing ever goes your way, even when in the beginning it may seem otherwise.

When Lizzy took charge, it was both a surprise and the most logical thing ever. When she couldn't convince anyone to perceive her as a leader - I mean truly, and the fact that the team doesn't really need a formal leader all that much didn't help, - I wasn't surprised at all. How familiar. This is why I hate to be in charge: go out of your way to do everything properly and consider everyone and everything, but all you get in the end is the responsibility. No perks, you're just kept accountable for all this mess both in front of the higher-ups and yourself. If the teammates are kind enough, that is. Being the leader when you aren't a people person (doesn't matter if you want to be one, people just categorized you as an outlier ever since you can remember yourself) is very difficult.

It's hard not to grow bitter with all this.

And the leader has no right to fail. The failures don't ask if you have this right or not though, they just happen. And you still can't just give in. You have the responsibility.

I honestly expected Cassius to dig their heels in and bear with this because they ARE charismatic, everyone warms up to them instantly, and they seem very responsible and resilient, stubborn. It was a surprise to me they gave up, but a welcomed one: it wasn't out of blue and I'm glad the show lays out all the reasoning so well. It really helped me understand the character more.

Lizzy doesn't give up though. She takes all the hits and jabs in, all the failures and pain, gets poisoned by them, but keeps going. Maybe because it's familiar anyway: yes everyone hates you (oh for goodness sake, they hated you anyway, says a little nasty voice in the back of your mind) but at least you're still doing what you must, keeping at least the ones you could keep alive - well, as safe as possible. Doing what's right in your mind with all you've got, so there's some small mercy in that.

You can't give up.

Except everything has a limit.

And I admire the fact that Elizabeth gets hysterical, picks fights, screams and cries and keeps going. She was entrusted with the responsibility and isn't going to give it up just because she can't bear the weight. Maybe it's an autistic thing - she really feels autistic to me and I guess I'm on the spectrum as well, and the thing is we often don't know how much is too much. It's like with the pain: we can often withstand a pretty severe one without showing as much discomfort as a neurotypical person would because we never know if it's considered bad enough and we're used to masking our whole lives. That episode with her hand made me properly remember for the first time how my right wrist got broken into several shards and the doctors asked if I want a local anesthesia or a general one to rearrange them. I was alone in a big city and there was no one to take care of me, so I couldn't lose consciousness, I had to be in control. No one told me people are usually sedated for such procedures. I don't think I ever screamed like back then because local anesthesia didn't do shit. I felt everything. I avoided remembering those minutes for years. That episode when Lizzy screamed led me through them again and I think I'm not as scared of them anymore. We often think in absolutes. Lizzy even said it herself: how her aunt taught her to help until it hurts bit didn't teach when to stop.

I used to keep going until I dropped. Often literally. My ex girlfriend was the one who got very angry at me for that, and this annoyed me af: why do you think you have a right to tell me what to do, it's my wellbeing, I choose what to do on my own! But even so I listened to her, at first begrudgingly, and unlearned this habit little by little. Looks like there was no one to help Lizzy with that. So she would stretch herself thin and then some more, until she can't function at all. Or at least that's my guess.

So this is what I admire: she still lets herself break down without giving up. I think it should help her take some tension off. She still allows herself to be human, a person, not only a function. It's... such a strength to me honestly. I think it should also make her more... approachable? available for human connections? You show human emotions in a situation when they are honestly expected, so that probably makes you look more "normal".

She's a mess, but what a beautiful one.

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No seek, No find Event Summary

TL;DR: Leo/need try performing at a new livehouse, but their songs didn't excite the audience at all. However, the band after them, anenome, was able to move the audience greatly with their sad but warm song. Saki approaches anenome's leader, Saku, to ask for advice. She tells them that Leo/need's songs are "cute", but lack meaning.

Saki resolves to write a song that connects to that livehouse's audience. After some internet searching, she realizes many of the visitors express themes of loneliness. Reminded of both her pain in the hospital and the joy of being back with her friends, Saki decides to write with the theme of "it's ok now that we're together".

However, Saki struggles to write a song that satisfies her. She goes to SEKAI, where Len and KAITO suggest she may not be exploring the true depth of her memories. She digs out an old journal and realizes she's been repressing the worst memories of loneliness and self-doubt, but also realizes that her friends and family were still there for her, looking at the same sky. Saki decides to put all those complicated feelings into the song.

After pulling two all-nighters, Saki finally finishes the song. She ended with a theme of companionship and hope, after all the support her friends had and continued to show her. The rest of Leo/need love the song and are impressed by the hard work Saki put into it.

Later, Ichika and Shiho go back to the livehouse to sign up, where they overhear Saku turn down a talent agent. She instead recommends them Leo/need, since they have such a "cute, simple sound". Offended, Shiho approaches her and declares that their next live with the new song will prove her wrong.

Fan Translation (source: Kimane) / Song (teratera)

Chapter 1: Ichika experiments with using Miku's VOCALOID voicebank to write songs. She admires Saki's ability to write original melodies and dreams to be able to do the same. The next day, Saki was writing songs in her own room before realizing she's late for rehearsal. Shiho suggests performing at a new livehouse to build experience. Though it's a small place, many bands that have performed there before have gone pro. Honami is a bit nervous, but they all decide to go ahead and do it. Saki proposes playing a new song there, too. She's really excited about what she's put together.

Chapter 2: The day of the live arrives. They go out and play with as much power and excitement as they can, but the audience isn't interested in them. Saki especially is upset her songs didn't get through. Shiho reassures her that it's just because different livehouses have different tastes, but Saki still doubts herself. The band after them, anenome, got massive applause from the audience. Saki really likes their song, even though it's a bit sad. She's curious how such a sad song can feel so warm. Saki decides to try writing a song like that.

Chapter 3: Saki approaches the band's leader, Saku, to ask how to write songs like that. Saku is happy for them, but doesn't have any solid advice other than to write what's inside your heart. Saki's confused since she's already been doing that. She decides to also ask what Saku thought of their songs. She thought they were cute, but lacked substance. Saku doesn't see the issue with that though, since everyone has their own taste. Saki's really upset, though. Leo/need try cheering her up, but it doesn't work. They're all frustrated to be told their music doesn't fit there. Everyone resolves to work even harder. That night, Saki decides to write a song specifically for that livehouse's audience.

Chapter 4: To help get a better understanding of the livehouse, Saki searches them online, realizing the audience likely connected to themes of loneliness. Saki remembers back to her time in the hospital, when she was unable to join her peers or do "normal" kid activities. She begins trying to write a song based on that experience. The next day, Leo/need debriefs their performance. Saki talks about her new song idea, and the rest of the band agrees to give it a shot. She talks a bit about what she had felt back then, to which the others express their remorse about not visiting her. Saki then realizes she wants to write a song about how "it's ok because now we're together".

Chapter 5: Saki begins writing, but still isn't satisfied with the result. They all feel superficial. Saki heads to SEKAI, where she finds Len and KAITO talking while eating snacks. At Len's request, she tells them about the last live's failure and her current plan. The Virtual Singers suggest that her songs aren't working because she's not exploring the true depth of her feelings. Saki realizes there's something important she's forgetting about her time in the hospital, but can't figure out what.

Chapter 6: Saki digs out her old journal. She reads a passage on how, after transferring hospitals, she felt super lonely, especially after hearing all the other kids talk about their school trips. She was frustrated at fate for forcing her to stay inside, never being able to go out and live life. She felt like a burden to everyone because she wasn't getting better. Saki realizes she's been repressing those feelings so she didn't have to feel that again. Still, Saku's song had dug even deeper, so she decides to put it all out there.

While writing the first verse, Saki remembers a day when Ichika had sent her a photo of a cloud that looked like ice cream. The two joked about how fluffy it looked, when Saki noticed a similar cloud out the hospital window. She realizes that even though they were far apart, they had always been looking at the same sky. They all had been- Shiho, Honami, her parents, and Tsukasa, too. She decides to put that warmth in the song, too. She accidentally stays up all night working on it.

The rest of Leo/need are concerned about her staying up all night, but she's just excited to finish the song. She's going to finish it that day, no matter what. The others reluctantly agree to let her, but force her to promise to stop if she stops feeling well. Shiho decides to schedule their next live in a month's time.

Chapter 7: Saki's mom comes up to deliver the sweet snacks Honami had made for Saki. Saki continues working on the song on her own, slowly tweaking it to get the right sounds. She starts to get light-headed, but keeps working on. Shiho texts her and asks how its going, since she knows this is around when Saki gets stuck. Ichika also texts her and asks if she can see the stars out her window, too. Through her friend's support, she comes to the decision to cement the song as one of companionship and hope. She finally finishes the song, but not after pulling another accidental all-nighter.

Chapter 8: Leo/need arrive at the Tenma house to practice. Saki plays them the new song, to which they're all very impressed. It's different than what she's written before, but at the same time, it's still something only Leo/need could write. Saki begins talking about how she hadn't been putting much deep feeling into the songs she'd been writing before, but Shiho reminds her to cherish both the old and the new. The band offer to hammer out the detail of the song, letting Saki finally rest.

At the livehouse, Shiho and Ichika overhear Saku turning down a talent agent. Saku had recommended Leo/need to them instead for their "bright, poppy sound". Shiho confronted her after, upset by the way Saku had reduced their band to just a cute image. Shiho promises that their next live will prove they're more than that, to which Saku is looking forward to.