#UNRecognition

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[eyedruple]

each time somebody makes a shitty klepto joke about gigi an angel catches fire and falls out the sky I think

[alchemocha]

Simply speaking I think peak enjoyment of a media is just enjoying and creating what you want to see and having fun

[whatwillyousing]

this interpretation makes me feel so crazy because this is like the wider mainstream consensus on what unknown mother goose is about and its just such an grave disservice to the songs actual meaning to me

[vivimura]

dry humping with riki ─ nsfw (meow), 2.184 k wc, sensitive, looser & horny riki:( ts lowkey nasty PLS dont flop, hiiiighly requested mwua

despite having performed the song nearly countless times, riki felt like he was just beginning to truly understand and feel the lyrics.

“my body is burning up because of you,”

riki sang out his line just as he has done so many times in the past, except this time, his body really was burning up.

“my heart thirsts because of you,” his part continued as he executed the performance to near perfection.

his body, physically was present on stage, but his mind was anywhere but. every cell in his body was running hot, his mind delirious and unable to think of thoughts except for you and how you made him feel.

like a fever.

when the concert came to an end, riki nearly felt bad for the exhale of relief he let out. he navigated the hallways present backstage with ease, oblivious to the eye of others who were busy in wrap-up.

he stopped by a water dispenser and poured himself a cup of ice cold water, downing it down in one large gulp. just as he felt himself slowly calm down, every fibre in him ignited once again when he heard your voice.

“riki!” you called out to catch his attention with a radiant smile. you jogged to where he was standing eagerly, but slow enough for riki to analyze.

your hair was tied in a loose ponytail, giving him a clear view of your neck and collarbones which he's bit so many times. as his gaze trailed downwards, he was met with the sight of your tits jiggling with each jog, barely confined by a tight black top. the ridiculously tiny shorts hiked up on your waist nearly made his knees give out.

crinkle!

he looked down at the source of the sudden noise and realized he’d crushed the poor plastic cup to a state of unrecognition.

“you were so good out there!” you finally reached to where he stood and cheered, snapping riki out of his daze.

riki could have smiled or said thanks at your compliment, but he took a few moments to check you out once again, his gaze almost burning holes into the way your clothes hugged your figure. his adam's apple bobbed, a bead of sweat dripping down his temple.

"thanks..." his voice came out more hoarse than he wanted it to, quickly glancing you up and down. his eyes lingered for a bit on your bare legs before he looked away and into your eyes, almost begrudgingly. he flashed you a tight smile and tossed the cup into the trashcan carelessly.

the smile stretched on your lips slowly died. your eyebrows twitched into a frown and you tilted your head to the left. despite the exhaustion he was probably going through after a whole concert, you’d expected him to be more surprised and enthusiastic to you surprising him after.

“are you okay, baby? you seem tense,” you spoke out softly and extended your hand out to place it on his muscular shoulder, gently rubbing it with your thumb.

riki shivered almost imperceptibly as he felt your hand on his shoulder, his skin tingling at your touch. as pathetic as it was, the simple touch seemed to make his cock throb needily in his boxers.

he could’ve sworn that the simple term ‘baby’ doesn’t sound nearly as seductive when you normally say it as it did in that moment. something coiled in his gut at the way you were so gentle and caring.

you were sweet. so sweet. but so incredibly thick headed. he almost felt bad at the way you seemed so genuinely concerned for him, but the sheer need for release he had in his body overpowered it.

"i'm fine... just tired." riki finally replied after a soft sigh, breaking the awkward silence he’d allowed to linger between the two of you. riki's hand came up to cover yours on his shoulder, squeezing it gently as he pulled you a bit closer. he could smell the sweet scent of your perfume and it made his head spin with want.

the frown on your face deepened. it was so embarrassingly obvious that riki was anything but fine. tired? maybe. but, there was definitely more to it. with your gaze observingly stuck at the way his feature moved, the growing tent in his jeans seemed to so blissfully slip out of your peripheral.

you stepped even closer and wrapped your arms around his torso loosely, looking up at him with serious eyes and a small pout.

“don’t lie to me.. tell me, what’s wrong?”

riki inhaled sharply as he felt your arms wrap around his lean torso, his hand forming tight fists as he tried to maintain some semblance of control. but fuck, the way your tits felt pressed against his chest, your hips nestled so perfectly against his own... it was too much.

he could feel the heat of your skin even through the fabric of his shirt, and it somehow felt hotter than his insides. he could sense the slight hint of hurt in your voice, and your lower lip jutting out over how dismissive he was being. he almost groaned, the sight of it both a huge turn on and a major weakness.

“seriously...” he muttered under his breath in disbelief, hearing his heartbeat pound in his ears as he finally wrapped his arms around you, his hands resting almost too comfortably on your hips.

he looked into your eyes intensely with a look you just couldn’t put your finger on, but it was dark enough to send a shiver down your spine and the insides of your stomach to feel all funny. 

it was as if you were doing everything in your power to test his limits.

and you didn’t even realize it.

fuck this.

with a low growl of mixed frustration and desire, he gripped your wrist tightly, forcing you to break the hug and yanked you along with him as he began taking long strides down the hallway.

“what the-” you let out a yelp of surprise at his sudden actions. with a few stumbles, you stared at the back of riki’s head with a mouth agape in shock. you decided to follow him and save your questions for later.

riki led you through the winding backstage corridors, his grip on your wrist never loosening. the sound of his heavy footsteps and your own stumbling ones echoed off the bare walls. his jaw clenched and unclenched as he walked, a muscle ticking in his cheek.

he finally stopped in front of a nondescript door and opened it frantically. you found yourself in a cramped, barely lit dressing room that smelled faintly of sweat and cologne. there was a small yellow bulb suspended from the ceiling, a mirror on two sides of the room.

before you could take in anymore of your surroundings, riki spun around and pinned you against the door, his hands gripping your wrists and holding them above your head. his hips pressed against yours, the hard length of his erection evident even through his jeans.

his face was inches from yours, his breathing ragged. his eyes were dark and intense as he stared down at you. he looked hungry, almost intoxicated.

oh.

oh.

"riki..." you gasped out, your eyes going wide with surprise and a flicker of fear at the sudden intensity of his actions.

but there was something else in your eyes too... excitement, anticipation, a matching hunger. you were finally beginning to understand what was happening.

his grip on your wrists tightened as he pressed himself against you harder, the bulge in his jeans grinding against your stomach. you could feel the heat radiating off him, could see the way his chest heaved with each ragged breath.

"riki, what are you-"

you started to ask, but the words died in your throat as his mouth crashed against yours in a bruising kiss. he kissed you like a man starved, like he needed to devour you, consume you entirely.

his tongue pushed past your lips, invading your mouth and claiming it as his own. he licked into you, tasting every inch of you. he pinned both your wrists above your head with one hand, his other roaming your curves greedily. he gripped your ass, squeezing them and pulling your hips even tighter against his own.

riki groaned into the kiss, pressing you against the wall with an intensity he hadn't shown before. his hands moved to grab your thighs, lifting you up so that you could wrap your legs around his waist.

the new position allowed his erection pressed against your core through your thin shorts "fuck..."

you broke the kiss to whimper out loudly. your arms, now unrestrained, flung to wrap around his neck. with a soft thump against the wall, you threw your head back as he ground into you, the rough material of your denim shorts creating agonizing friction.

"riki, wait..." you gasped out, your eyes wide as you looked down at him.

"shh," he grunted softly, dry humping you against the wall like teenagers. he was so hard that it almost hurt, but the friction was driving him crazy.

he nuzzled his face into your neck, panting heavily "damn it, we should've done this in the car.."

despite his words, his hips continued to bucked rhythmically into your clothed pussy. you watched him with parted lips as he humped into you like an animal in heat, his powerful strokes beginning to arouse you just as much.

you clung onto his broad shoulders, moaning and hissing at the burning yet incredibly pleasuring friction his clothes bulge brought.

his trimmed nails dug into the skin of your thighs, his mind clouded with lust and nothing but thoughts of you as he continued to dry-hump you against the wall.

your breathing grew heavier, chest heaving with thrust. the tiny room was echoing with the sounds of your whimpers and his desperate moans.

his hips bucked wildly against yours. "god, you feel so fucking good," he rasped, not able to care less about how pathetic he probably seemed. the pleasure was building too fast, too intense.

he was so sensitive that he was already close to the edge, ready to bust his load in his pants like a teenager. he bit down on your shoulder, muffling his moans.

you let out a sharp curse at his nip, your legs around his waist tightening in such a way that multiplied the friction. the denim against denim was such a rough, nearly burning sensation. but god, it felt so good.

biting back a whimper, his movements became more desperate and sloppy as he got closer and closer to the edge. he was losing control, his entire body shaking with the force of his dry humping.

his arms shook as he held you up, his breathing heavy and ragged, and his face buried in your neck. with one final, hard thrust, the pressure built up inside him over the course of the day released.

he came in his pants, groaning loudly against your skin as he rode out his orgasm, "shit, damn it..."

his cock twitched, spots danced across his vision as hot ropes of cum erupted into his boxers and jeans, flooding the fabric. his hips jerked erratically as he continued to spill himself into his tight jeans, the damp patch spreading across the denim and onto yours.

your thighs stung from the way he gripped onto them, but you watched with wide eyes and parted lips as he filled his boxers and came. hard. not so much seeking your own pleasure, your mouth subconsciously watered at just how sensitive he was.

slowly coming down from his intense orgasm, riki rested his forehead against yours, panting heavily. his cock was still twitching, occasionally leaking more cum into his soaked underwear. he slowly lowered you back down to the ground, his hands gripping your hips.

"fuck, i'm sorry… i couldn't hold it in," he rasped breathlessly, looking at you with hazy, satisfied eyes.

he bit his lower lip, his glinted eyes holding a look of an odd yet stupidly attractive mixture of embarrassment and desire.

not waiting for your reply, he grabbed your wrist and pressed your hand to his leaking cock through the fabric of his jeans, "feel what you made me do.."

you gasped, your cheeks burning as you felt the messy dampness of his jeans over his crotch, his barely softening cock twitching under your fingertips. he pressed your hand harder against his sticky jeans, making sure you could feel every twitch and throb.

“g-god, riki..” you groaned when you noticed your fingers beginning to glisten from his release. the urge to take a lick was tempting. you rubbed your thighs together to relieve some of your own arousal.

the scent of his semen, mixed with the utter lack of space between you was making you incredibly lightheaded.

his other hand came up to grip your chin, tilting your head back so he could look into your wide, flushed eyes again.

"wanna get out of here, baby?"

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[liketwoswansinbalance]

1 - WOW. This is so COOL! Thank you so much for the picture! I'm so flattered that my imagery somehow dwelled in your head long enough for you to draw it! As always, I love your line work and the swirls! And I find Rhian and his eyelashes very cute!

2 - Very interesting imagery. Hunter and the hunted, hmm... Judging by their eyes and the brothers' Fall eye colors, I'd guess Rhian is the cat and Rafal is the bird?

3 - I love the concept of owl Rhian! Does it have a backstory? Is he represented as an owl due to his insomnia? Is he a creature of the night?

4 - This one made me smile. How did Rafal's predicament here come about? Whose hand is on the left if the right one is James'?

small art dump bc i havent posted art in a little while

this is like the 4th time ive posted today LMAO

(picture 1 is inspired by “In Unrecognition of Rhian” by @liketwoswansinbalance !!)

[honoratacarnage]

the weremouse + diremouse art is so fascinating to me cuz we would assume that transformation/curse powers would be related to Plague/Shadow magic but in the art they are clearly shown to have primal Light eyes !!!

now I cannot stop thinking about how the Light not only shows the truth no matter how horrible, it can also burn one to utter unrecognition

this + how the monster hunter sets are prolly inspired on the Hewn City.... absolute cinema

[the-monkeies-girl]

um hi first time requester here i hope im doing it right. can you give us more noa x reader hedcanons please i'm so happy to find someone writing for him

Noa x Human ! Reader Imagines - Part Two.

Let's go babey round TWO. We are eating good today. This ended up being like 3 fanfics rolled into one. 5K+ Words haha. Likes, comments, reblogs always appreciated! Enjoy reading. Fandom: ( Kingdom of the ) Planet of the Apes. Pairing: Noa x Human ! Reader. Rating: T. ( Just for safe measure. Some mentions of aggression, mating. That good stuff. ) Read Part One Here.

Slow Burn Series: Customary. Gone Hunting.

**Does contain spoilers for Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes.

Noa singing to the Eagles. He felt like he never had the talent. At least, not in the way that his father did. What happened with Proximus Caesar months ago… Noa reflected on that and rested his hand down on the tightly knit together wooden branches that served as a platform high above the whole of the Eagle Clan. It had to have been a fluke of nature, maybe stupid luck that he was able to preserve and get his Eagle to cooperate instead of scratching his arm to unrecognition. Shuffling a bit to the right and out of the council's den, Noa noted that there were still some items that were out of place from the raid of his village. Some small jars tipped over, out of view to anyone who wasn’t looking for a mess. Bird feathers were fallen on the ground, flocking it beyond knowledge that there was even wood there. Noa, being so familiar here, knew otherwise but others would make the unsafe assumption that they were simply being held in animation by a structure made from bird feathers. Small bits of ash here and there from the fire, but the structure itself was able to be repaired to be used again. He was grateful for that.

It was… Where he last was with his father, where he had been crowned shortly after, blue feathers now adorning the band that encased his right bicep, where he felt he had time to reflect and dwindle into nothingness, to not be important because to himself, he rarely ever was and it seemed the feeling was only enhanced now that he was responsible for the wellbeing of everyone in his Clan. They came first, Noa came last. Protect them at the sacrifice of himself. Noa nodded at that, self-assured. He had just disbanded with his council, nothing of interest picking up through the muddled nature of his thoughts. Just talk about the repairs to the village, about the next round of young Apes who were going to be bonded with their own feathery friend… Most days, Noa felt inclined to participate, he was their leader now. But today, there was not a possibility that he could even engage in regular conversation.

He grumbled under his breath, and a few of the birds reacted purely to the sound, not necessarily to Noa himself; that was what he tried to convince his mind to believe as his own Eagle, which used to be his own fathers, landed on his shoulder. There was minimal effort put into the sounds as he began circling the room slowly, looking at each of the Eagles that rested there, so delicate and fierce on their perches. He wished to be that… Strong, unafraid, and confident. Puffing his chest out, Noa feigned fake confidence before ultimately blowing the air out of his lungs, shoulders falling in some mild defeat. He seemed to shrink in on himself before returning to his rotation of the room.

For every round he made with his feet, his vocals grew ever so gently in intensity, his mouth now making an obvious ‘O’. Apes were not known to be great at singing ( at least Chimpanzees ), but they were known to make communication with sounds. Singing was the only way to describe it, and it took Noa nearly a month to explain to you what the sound actually was because he was unsure of the word. He was too self-aware to actually demonstrate. A lot of back and forth ensued. It was not a hoot, it was not a holler. It was…. Humming. Almost, crying in sound. Screeching if he were loud enough. He wasn’t though. He kept it hushed, intimate and private between himself and his birds.

And you didn't have it in your heart to say anything or move, almost splayed completely on your stomach, trying to ignore the jabbing pain in your ribs from resting on the hard wood that served as a ramp upwards towards the Ape you had come to see. He had to have been at least two meters above you at this point, maybe more. It was a stupid decision, you knew that. He’d kick you out from being in such a sacred place to his people. Why you felt drawn here, why you wanted to see him… All rational thought disappeared when you heard him. Noa had told you that this is how bonding went. You sang to your bird in the same way the egg sang to you to be chosen. You hadn’t seen it in practice, until now. Glancing up, you could see the shape of his feet through some of the thickets of wood, a few feathers falling through the cracks and gracefully landing either on you, or nearby. Would he stop if he knew you were there? You wondered and clenched your jaw.

Most likely he’d stop, you figured. Noa wasn’t one to do this in front of others out of fear or embarrassment. The only time he did it was to save his Clan. He’d do it again, sure, but to sing for them ceremoniously was a terrifying thought that was inevitably going to come to fruition some day. He told you time and time again though, the customs, the crown that had been metaphorically passed down to him from his father, the burden, the great angst he felt knowing that it all rested on him. He never flat out expressed that’s how it was, how he was feeling with his inner turmoil, but it became more frequently observed the longer you were in the care of the Eagle Clan. You so desperately wanted to help him.

Grasping a feather in front of you between your fingertips, you propped yourself up to sit and then to stand. Giving one more glance up at Noa, you turned to leave, deciding that you had no reason to be there; you couldn’t come up with one if he put you on the spot. He’d tell you the same, you were so sure of that. But… There was one irrefutable fact in all of this regardless.

Noa knew you were there the entire time.

Noa offering you an animal pelt. ‘They get… cold.’ Raka’s words echoed for a long time in Noa’s mind as he peered over at you, observing the nature of your smaller frame sitting so intently near the communal fire of the Clan. Some chatter off to the side from some Apes also enjoying the fire, but they were out of sight, out of mind for Noa. You were so close that the roar of the flames pushed back the hair from your face, giving the male Ape an exceptionally good view of your expression, even from the distance he was at.

You even had your eyelids shut, he noted before turning his head back towards his hands, only momentarily before he was looking right back at you. You were truly soaking in as much warmth as you possibly could. The waves of light encapsulated in some elegant dance as the blaze flickered across your body. Noa was left feeling slightly mesmerized by that like he would float over to you if you beckoned him. You were covered, shoulders and below, draped in unfamiliar clothing.

Today was the first time Noa had seen you wearing a long sleeve shirt and pants that swept you up, almost consuming due to the large nature of them. You had tied a loose knot around the waist to keep the bottom piece from falling, but he did notice you picking them up here and there as you moved throughout the day. It was obvious that they weren’t tailored to your body, but when you had stumbled upon them and snagged them for yourself, you didn't want to complain. Any sort of clothing was valuable, especially as the winter was coming. There wasn’t much else to that, Noa thought to himself and rested what he was tinkering with down on the bench in front of him.

You seemed content enough, Noa dubbed and gave himself a small smile. It faded just as quickly as it came, the knowledge that someone could see him absolutely enamored like a fool begging for attention from his most desired… Was not very leader-like. Noa felt like he’d snap at someone if they were to bring it up, bring you up as if they had a right to talk freely about you. Well… The joke was on Noa. They absolutely had the right but that didn't stop him from thinking of ways to deter people from doing that. He cherished the jealousy and harnessed it into a protective shield. He cherished you and the feelings that subsided in both his mind and body.

Those seemingly unrequited feelings were what spurred him from his perched seat and setting a small pace towards his nest. You’d be okay for just a minute or two, he figured and scattered a bit more quickly. Shuffling in your spot, you had only taken your eyes off of him here and there as your eyelids rested shut from the tiredness that swept over you in waves. That’s what the heat did to you; made you tired beyond comprehension. Maybe, you muttered inside of your head, you’d just tip right over and fall asleep on the ground rather than making the needed transverse back to your nest of twigs, feathers and smaller animal pelts. You must have dozed off regardless of your train of thought because when you looked up at where Noa had been sitting previously, it was vacant.

You blinked. Something hung on your shoulders. You blinked again, hearing a small bit of heavier breathing coming from your left side. Just a few soft hooing notions to let you know that he was near, not a threat. Submissive, if that’s what you wanted. For a lingering moment, it almost felt like there was a hand, delicately moving against your left shoulder blade, pressing in and out as if probing you to make sure you were still alive, but with sleep on your horizon of your body, it was hard to determine if that happened or if it was what you wanted to happen. Wanted Noa to do.

With your eyes shut at the pleasant sensation of the animal pelt, you drew a deep breath in and relished in the added feeling of your lungs expanding so lazily; like you were being smothered and taken down into a dark but very warm point of interest. “Hmmm.” You murmured out loud. It smelled remarkably rich once you were able to process that along the teetering line of slumber. Like a conifer tree, vines draping themselves delicately over building ruins, grainy like the Earth. There was one more note there, something incredibly fragrant. Familiar and it caused you to grasp at the item around your shoulders to dig your nose closer to it. It was a smell you savored more than you cared to admit, but in your sleepy stupor, it was happily acknowledged verbally.

“Noa.”

He was rock silent next to you, green eyes wide with surprise at the surmise of his name falling from your lips. So… so nice, Noa thought to himself, head tilting to the side in a subconscious bid to get closer to you. There was an intense and increased magnitude of his stare when you pulled the animal pelt he placed around you closer. Closer, Noa seethed softly at that, so close to you, on you… On… His thoughts came to a slow pause as he just viewed you again. You were clutching at the pelt, holding it closed against your chest.

Tameless thoughts hit the young Ape like a wave coming from the absolute silence his mind had previously been in. What it must feel like to have you hold him, what it must feel like to have Echo hand in his fur, pulling him closer, closer. He would beg you, scratch you, bite you if you pleased. If that’s what you wanted of him. Noa had no idea where this surge of ideology, of aggression came from but he did nothing to dampen it. Not when it felt so viciously good to indulge in. His lips parted, sharp canines glistening so delicately in the firelight as he hooted again, not loud enough to wake, but loud enough for him to selfishly remind you that he was there. Yes, yes yes… He chittered, moving side to side on all fours for a second before taking a sharp pace to the right and then back to the left before sitting properly next to you, solaced and draped deliciously as he stared at you. The absolute desire he had to perform such acts, such… Such vulgarity…

He couldn’t stop, he-he… Didn't want to.

Noa welled at that, revered it and felt a sense of accomplishment. You liked it! No, no, he hooted to himself so quietly, taking time to observe you again to confirm his thoughts. You were loving it. He had seen you in various states before. Embarrassed, angry, flustered, minorly injured, reminiscent, but this… Was beyond anything he had seen before. Something stirred inside of him as he sat back, now resting his body against a log for support so he didn't need to put in active thought into keeping himself up-right. He’d wait until you were awake enough, the decision was made, and let you know it was time to go back to your nest for the night. Just a few more minutes, Noa bargained with the most introspective parts of his mind, almost beaming with primal pride that he was able to keep you satisfied. You were vulnerable.

Seeing his nest for the first time. Your lips parted, slightly dry from the air that rolled around the quiet village. You couldn’t bring yourself to do anything as you stared at Noa who unwaveringly stared right back, waiting silently for an answer to a question just asked. But oddly, it felt like there was no question. Shock rocketed through you like you were being electrocuted. It started in your feet, feeling slightly numb before completely overtaking the rest of your senses. You felt blind, almost half tempted to put your hand out to touch something, you felt mute, a hard lump now sitting at the back of your esophagus and it felt like you would throw up if you tried to swallow it down, you couldn’t hear anything outside of your own breathing which made you feel even more isolated. It was hard and rigid, you were nervous and trying to hold it in but it was untimely and bursting at the seams. You knew that Noa noticed and he either didn't put much thought into your reaction to his six signed words. Had you just seen his signing right? Maybe he said something different and your eyes were playing tricks on you! In broad daylight.

Do. You. Want. To. Come. In.

Mentally, you slapped your forehead out of meager frustration. Why did you have to follow him all the way up the platformed structure? Why didn't you stop yourself like you always did? It was not a permission you gave yourself; to be anywhere near his personal space. You’d meet in communal spaces, or out in the field Noa favored. Never personal, never too close… You must not have noticed your feet transition from grass to dirt to wood. You were so transfixed on Noa who sauntered back to his nest to grab something he had forgotten, that you followed blindly. Physically, you raised your hands before dropping them in favor of actually talking. It was quiet and reserved, Noa noticed and he found himself pacing forward just a bit as he had a harder time hearing it, wood creaking as it settled under his weight.

“You want me to come in?” Your voice came to a tapering squeak but you tried your damndest to keep it under wraps. You should have signed, you dummy… Deep down, you knew that Noa had observed that but what you didn't know with any sort of confidence was that he was forcing himself to ignore that heat-skipping a beat feeling he’s been getting more frequently around you. “I don’t know Noa, that’s your home, I would…”

“I…” He started slowly before raising one hand to sign reassuringly, ‘I… would like you to.’ It was your turn for your heart to do that infamous skip a beat. Swallowing hard, you dug your heels into the wood platform below your feet to keep you from floating off at the idea. No! You snapped, it wasn’t just an idea… It was an opportunity that was now given to you, Noa metaphorically holding his hand out to see if you would reciprocate in any form. He was offering you inside, to see Noa’s nest. Where he slept, bided his time, enjoyed solitude when his Mother wasn’t around, when Anaya was getting on his nerves, when Soona was pestering him in her typical sisterly fashion… You figured the question begged was just Noa being accommodating. You figured him telling you that he would like you to was just his way of being polite. Figuring you would not be comfortable to wait outside for him, knowing more about you that you cared to admit in the moment.

If all things went according to how you wanted them to be, you’d jump on that chance. But, you found yourself pensively contemplating if you wanted to step over that metaphorical threshold, this one in the shape of an entryway. The one that landed right in the palm of Noa’s hand. You’d be a bald faced liar if you tried to convince yourself that you weren’t curious. Curling your fingers into your palms, you noticed that they were profusely sweaty. Would it be deemed rude if you denied him? If you said no, convince him you were fine waiting outside? You had no idea how he would perceive that, “Okay.”

Wait. What did you just say? Wait!

Your feet once again began moving without permission, gliding yourself right along Noa’s right side as he offered you to go on first, his hand gesturing repeatedly to the room. Quick in succession. There was no way he was excited, was there? The idea tickled your brain but you shoved it back and drew a deep breath in. From his perspective, Noa watched your rib cage expanding under the soft fabric of your shirt and then regressing back inwards slowly. Meditative breathing, he figured, to keep you calm.

There was nothing calm about this though. Your stomach felt like it was beyond the floor, now sinking deep underground, your ears pricked with anticipation. The fur on his bicep tickled at the bare skin of your arm, caressing and smoothing itself there as you were now shoulder to shoulder with him and you swore you felt his breathing against your neck when he glanced at you, counteractive to your own self soothing breaths. Hard, heavy and fast. Noa didn't know how to cover that up which was ironic because you were so convinced you managed to stave your nerves off.

You step over that threshold, you step over a line that was there for good reason. The rational part of your brain was so annoying.

You pushed yourself forward and with the blink of an eye you were inside. It was… Unremarkably remarkable. Nothing really popped at you, eyes processing through a darkened mess. Nothing in particular you noticed right off the bat, it was a dim lighting, the only two sources being a small fire pit that was begging to be put out, the pieces of wood small and frail, giving just enough energy to hold a mild orange hue and that of an opening to the right, reminiscent of a window of sorts lightly covered by a cloth. Sun peeped in and illuminated only enough to navigate and not pick apart any details. You smiled to yourself at that detail you were able to see. So, he did believe in privacy, why else have what you would consider a curtain? It wasn’t just an Echo thing like he so often pinned.

You shifted to the left and allowed Noa to enter right behind you. He was fast, hunching his body in on all fours, the pattering of his hands and feet entrapping you for a few seconds. He swept to the right, wanting to observe you in vague silence. In his space, green eyes narrowed as you stepped further in, your fingers coming up to touch a leather strap that was hanging against the wall. That was his hunting sheath, holding his spear against his back when out.

You were incredibly grateful as you felt your eyes adjusting to the lighting, able to see more details as you trailed along the left wall, almost as if you were afraid to actually dive further in. It smelt like Noa - Rich in flavors that teased your tongue. Trees surely, but trees bathed in sunlight in the late summer afternoons, smoke from the ashes of fires that burned endlessly, the absolute deepest part of the Earth that you could beckon… Shutting your eyes at that, you tried to document it somewhere in your mind. You needed to remember it, needed to recall this when you were alone later. Noa’s smell became so familiar, but being so near now, it was suffocating you and it threw an absolute chill down your spine.

Noa observed your fingers then raising, causing the Ape to perk up in baited anticipation of you saying something. Nothing came to fruition, but your fingertips were now held in animation against the feathers of his ceremony cloak, lightly placed on what appeared to be a small bench. It was splattered artistically with the blue feathers of the Eagles, the Falcons he had grown up with, admired. Friendly, you thought, with what appeared to be necklaces sitting right next to it, some with adjacent feathers to match the cloak, one holding a large engraved wooden pendant. It was so intricate and you felt the urge to run your fingers along the carved channels. All had been his fathers, tracing back several generations until it landed in Noa’s hands. Some of his most prized possessions. Hooting at that as if he were scolding you, fingers stopped touching around the feathers and you looked over at him, almost whipping yourself around, heart now jumping itself into your throat. He didn't mean to startle, but he just wanted to make you rightfully aware that what you were touching was a delicate garment. Your eyes told him you were sorry and so he allowed you to continue on.

You had turned your attention now to the tinker items he had stored. A few spear heads, some more dull than others, a few more tools that Noa frequented when something needed to be fixed. Against the wall next to his bench was an iron pipe, rusted from years of being exposed to nature. Fleetingly, you wondered why he kept it but didn't want to give off the impression you were judging him by asking why he did. Unbeknownst to you, he wondered so morbidly what you were thinking. Good or bad? Did you like it? Did you… Not…? Like his things? Noa couldn’t see your face, only your shoulders as you were turned away from him now, moving further into the room. Bad choice of sitting so far away from you, he thought to himself, scolding the immature mistake. He should have followed you around. Closer he was, the easier it was to see. He felt his fingers twitch as you came around and looked at his nest, queering it to be the next thing to inspect. Yes, please! Admire it. Say something about it! He yelled inside of his head. He wanted to ask you if you liked it, if you cared to share. If it was suitable.

Inappropriate to ask, Noa berated himself and sat back, realizing he had set himself in almost a pounce-like position.

Branches were spewed all over in a circular motion that tightly knitted itself as it got closer to the center, feathers from the eagles nestled deeply between thickets of animal pelts, some bigger than others. Rabbits, you noticed, maybe a fox as your eyes scored over a red hued pelt. One that was remarkably bigger than the rest; it had to have been a bear. Had he hunted it himself? You tilted your head and moved forward to get a better glance at it. It was a messy assortment and that felt strangely… Endearing. Noa was often quiet and reserved, not much to talk about himself he had told you, only answering your questions when he felt they garnered answers. You were getting more answers from this simple analysis of his nest than you had gotten with words before.

Noa remained silent, your body turning to face him as you were admiring, at least he hoped you were, his nest. His choice of pelts, his choice of comfort and security. You crouched down into a squatting position to get a better view at the nature of his nest. Taking in the smaller details that were resting there. Were you… repoaching him? He wondered with a tilt of his head. You had not said one word to him, did not raise your hand to sign. Did… Nothing. He did not know. He did not know what you were thinking. Frustration rose in him for a split second. He’d tear your head open just to know what you were thinking. Noa’s mouth popped into an open ‘O’ shape when he watched you place a hand on one of his animal pelts. He knew the outcome of that alone; it would smell like you and he was going to obsess about it when alone. He had something now, something personal, that held your scent.

You finally broke the silence and Noa felt a sheer force of relief hit him in waves, one after the other at each of your words, “Very Noa.”

Hm… His mouth fell, agape ever so slightly and you could see the glimmer of his canines as he caught the sun peeking through his make-shift curtain. His green eyes burned desolate holes into your own, Noa noting that you weren’t moving to break said eye contact. Carefully, he did so himself, afraid of some repercussions if he continued to look at you the way he was. Wrought with feral need. He forced himself back into the moment, back into what you said. Were your words an approval? It had to be, the tone of your voice was not aggressive, mean, passive… It was as gentle as he had heard it in a while, only recollecting once or twice that tone being used. Often, in conversations that were more affectionate than others. Rare, but Noa was familiar enough.

“Someday,” He rumbled, the sound of his voice pitching every which way as he was now scrambling to get his bearings. “Will share. With mate.” It had to have been your imagination to see him vaguely gesture to you at the word ‘mate’. Yup, just your imagination which was still running outlandishly wild at the prospect of where you were.. “With family. It is the way of the Eagle Clan.” You nodded, understanding that from previous conversations where he had opened up a bit more about his culture. The mere thought of him someday having a mate, a family, was a bit of a sting, but it wasn’t outside of the realms of reality. For the sake of the Eagle Clan, he eventually needed to provide an heir. And in order to do that, it required a mate. You'd lose him one way or another...

Noa looked over at you, enjoying the tentative feature that found your face. Noa crept a bit closer to you, trying to be as smooth as possible. Gliding is how he wanted to appear. Not to startle, not to intimidate but he wondered if you were by nature. After all, he was an Ape, you were human, together in a room with not any other creatures around. The absolute dissolution he could put you in, not knowing that you had the same power over him.

It was like he was stalking prey, you thought to yourself, Noa finally rounded the circular nest that you were still admiring. Or at least, pretending to admire as he placed his brooding body next to yours, crouching to the same level as to be face to face with him. His apparent scent only got stronger at that motion putting you into some brief tizzy. From the distance you found yourselves at, you could see the striking nature of his eyes in full force. Pupils were blown beyond comprehension, darkening only when he felt you tracing the features of his face. Around said pupils were a thin line of his regular green eyes, maybe a few specks of gold floating around. He was still child-like in some aspects, youthful was a better word. His brow ridge was strong, hereditary as he was always destined to be the leader of his Clan. Always destined to be the alpha. The swooping wrinkles under his eyes always gave the impression that he was tired, but being so close to him now, you saw them under hood eyes. He was begging silently.

His skin was varied in color; darker patches hitting his brow line, starting from his nose, upwards into his fur. There was a spot of normally colored skin on his nose, dipping in color when it met the fur on the sides of his face and around his chin. Very much like a human sporting a beard, you thought to yourself. The fur on his face was not completely shelled in darkness. It was remarkably lighter compared to that of his body and it accented his features perfectly in your mind. You lingered on his nose for a split second - never realizing it was shaped like a cartoon heart that you had seen in some children's books. Snapping your gaze up, you met his eyes again. Darker than they were before.

He was wearing an expression you couldn’t quite put your finger on. Not intimidation. You had seen your fair share of intimidated Apes. Not angry. Also have seen your fair share. It was almost… Like he was languishing. You wanted to know what his features felt like under your grasp… You wanted to hold his face closer to yours and consume… An animalistic bearing hit your chest. Without remark, you lifted your hand up, breaking no eye contact. Noa let it happen, seeing the movement out of his periphery. You were going to touch him, he prepared himself for that, all nerves standing on end. The fur lining his shoulders rose in eagerness, his mouth still agape was mumbling something wordless, soundlessly. You were going to touch him. He was certain his heart was going to climb out of his chest. He was sure he wouldn’t be able to hold onto his sanity. Noa preemptively shut his eyes.

Relief…

Never came.

Just as quickly as you decided to move forward, you were pulling back. Two steps, maybe even three. Noa squeezed his eyes shut for a moment before letting them open. You were gone, leaving nothing for him other than a pelt that smelt like you.

[hydeposting]

J&H is such a good story on self destructing while making sure no one can interfere until the damage is too much to come back from. You let yourself go and go and go until you have nothing left apart from that vial of cyanide and people you loved breaking down your door out of hatred and unrecognition for you.

You let what you shouldn’t have slip outside of you take charge of your being in a way so authentic it’s almost inhuman, too base to be considered an action taken by man. You think you’re freeing yourself but you’re really just breaking out of your cage by digging yourself down.

Alternatively:

[jellykyunnie]

˗ˏˋ Entry : 047 - Sung Jinwoo Assassin Au Part 2 ◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕁𝕚𝕟𝕨𝕠𝕠˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

‼️[tw: gore, extreme violence, sadistic Jinwoo]‼️

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅ Part 1 || Part 2♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

╰┈➤ ❝ [ Behold, The Emperor of the Dark Hours Returns] ¡! ❞

His name is like a prayer to the devil, a single whisper of his title and everyone would pale upon the mention.

He was the faceless monster of the underground, the lord who rules in the shadows.

Stand in his way and you are guaranteed a spot six feet under.

It's mercy if your death is but a single bullet to your head. Jinwoo's sadism is, after all, ruthless. Corpses of his victims were usually mangled or their heads bashed to the point of unrecognition.

A skull crushed into smithereens, brain juices oozing out of the deformed head— Sung Jinwoo was ruthless beyond human sense.

The Association doesn't know who this little serial killer is running ammock. Even their efforts to work with the police isn't working.

In the end, they had no choice to give up.

While Jinwoo? Jinwoo himself is having a field day on his end.

How long has it been since his blood had been pumping? He can't really recall himself.

Murdering monsters seemed to make him feel alive again, as debauched as it is— He honestly loved it.

He still accepts some assassination jobs on the side, but mostly he's just going into gates.

Jinwoo had long mastered the system, he's maybe an S-ranker now for the first few months he had gotten into this world.

Since he's just an E-ranked, he had lots of restraints on him. But did it matter? No.

Being able to face beings twice, thrice, quadruple of his size— It caused a thrill in his body that he cant really describe.

It's addictive, the rush of adrenaline into his blood felt gratifying.

Jinwoo knew it himself that he is a monster, but can he do anything about it? He's over 80 now atleast, all his life he's been fighting and killing.

The art of war is his true calling, as twisted that is— It's true.

But unlike then he now has his family. His mother may be in deep sleep but he also has his adorable baby sister that he missed dearly.

And now that he has them back Jinwoo isn't one bit hesitant to protect his lifelines.

But now it seems that a little bastard has decided to ogle over his precious little sister.

Jinwoo is no fool when it comes to people stalking around him and his home. It's one of the most important things he needed to hone in order to be an effective assassin.

So when he knew something up, he isn't going to let it slide any second further.

{....}

Crawling into the alleyway, the man heard that if he finds a certain door he can get into the apartment building. He already knew Jinah's apartment number.

He just wanted to say hi, nothing else.

Just a simple hello, he only wants to say hello. That's all there is to it really.

As he fumbled around on the doorknob next to the trash bins— He suddenly feels something yank his hair back.

He curses, groaning as the back of his head hits the wall.

"You motherfucker" He snarls, his eyes glaring up at the sight of a hooded figure lighting a cigarette. "You son of a bit— Ack!"

"Did I tell you to talk? Can't you see I'm lighting my cigarette?" Jinwoo asks, pressing his heel on the bastard's shoulder.

"What the hell did I even do to you, huh? You fucking jackass?" The man curses, attempting to move away but failed as Jinwoo remained unmoving while blowing out a coud of smoke.

"I've seen a lot of fuckers like you in my youth" He says boredly, "Of the thousand of heads I've embedded a bullet on, 80% of the targets are sick perverts ogling over things they shouldn't be drooling over."

He continues, playing a dagger with his hand before promptly stabbing it on the man's thigh. Jinwoo covers his mouth with his gloved palm to muffle the cry, unamused as he started started sweating and sobbing.

"Should've known that perverts like you still exist even here, I guess I became too happy go lucky huh?" Jinwoo scoffs, as he pulls his fist back. "Don't worry, I'll make sure my kids gobble your corpse up the moment I'm done with you.

{....}

"Oppa, welcome home!" Jinah beams as she sees her brother come in late while she was snacking on a shortcake her brother bought yesterday. "You out late again, were you seeing a girl?"

At her teasing, Jinwoo only shakes his head and smiles, he approaches his little sister and ruffles her hair up— Causing a whine to come out of her lips.

"No, just went out for a walk," He says gently as if he didn't pummel someone to death just minutes earlier and fed his corpse to his shadows. "Don't stay up too late, you have school tomorrow."

"I'm not a little kid!" Jinah playfully swats his hand away and stomps to her bedroom with his shortcake before stopping midway. "Oppa? Can you get more shortcakes tomorrow, please?"

"Pfft," Jinwoo shakes his head, smiling as he did so. "Alright, off you go"

He watches his baby sister's eyes glimmer sweetly before hiding back into her room.

Jinwoo's heart felt... Tingly. In a gentle and sweet way. The feeling of having someone greet him when he arrives home, the feeling where he knows someone is waiting for him to come back— It felt nice.

He'll protect this peace.

Until he can figure out a way to wake his mother up.

Jinwoo will continue to protect this home, and even after she wakes up— He'll make sure this home of his will be safe and sound.

꒰ 🪼 A/N: I just want this out of my hands please, I'm sorry that the plot is sloppy and rushed fjsglm,rlwef. I just genuinely want this out of my hands. ꒱

ʚ(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭ .｡✧: ~♡ —! stories written by kyunnie; translations, reposts, plagiarism are strictly forbidden.

[moonythe-mutt]

charlie work (charlie kelly x gn reader oneshot) (smut!)

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tags: established relationship, gender neutral reader, sub charlie, sweet and fluffy vibes, praise!! so much praise, so much begging, edging, handjob & oral sex m receiving, creampie

it’s been a bit but i’m back with another little story. i love this concept so much i hope i did it justice!! i just wanna take care of him <333

set after the charlie work episode!! (s10e4)

you’re hanging out in your apartment when you hear your door open and close a little more harshly than usual. you can hear charlie muttering under his breath before you come out to see him. he doesn’t even acknowledge you at first, lost in his own thoughts as he sets his backpack down with a thud.

“are you okay?” you ask instantly. finally he looks up, his eyes weary before he sighs and brings up a hand to rub his forehead.

“had the health inspection at paddy’s today..” he explains, his tone hollow. he doesn’t really move from where he stands in the entryway, so you approach. you wrap your arms around him loosely and he inches closer to you.

“did it go wrong?” you ask, trying to use his energy to fill in the blanks.

he scoffs slightly and shakes his head. “no, well.. it went great, actually.” his lips curl inwards, scowling, and his hands ball into fists. “all thanks to me.. not that anyone cares..” he huffs, half to himself again. but he didn’t really seem angry, exactly. more defeated.

you frown and find yourself gripping him a little tighter, instinctively trying to offer your support. “what happened?”

he then goes into the details of his day. his thorough plan to pass the inspection nearly fell into shambles the second he got into paddy��s because of some elaborate airline miles scheme the gang was running, involving loads of live chickens in the bar, a truckload of steaks, and an industrial-sized sealer. somehow, charlie finagled it all successfully to work in his favor so that they could both pass the inspection and complete the scheme at the same time. but in the end, nobody noticed or appreciated his incredible efforts.

when he finishes his long account, you hug him. “i’m so sorry, love. you worked so hard.”

“yeah.. just wish that’d be appreciated once in a while.” he mumbles.

you nod and lift your head to look at him, one of your hands intertwining with his. “i appreciate you. tons.” you know it doesn’t completely make up for his bad day, or really the constant unrecognition he gets at paddy’s, always being stuck with the hardest jobs. but you want him to hear it.

he meets your gaze and squeezes your hand. “i know. thank you.” he gives a little smile, the most he can manage right now.

“how can i help you feel better?”

“(y/n), you don’t have to-“ he starts, but before he can finish you put your fingers lightly to his lips to stop him. his eyes widen slightly, but he doesn’t protest further. he was probably going to say something sweet like ‘just being with you is enough.’ and you love that, but that doesn’t satisfy you. you want to take care of him.

“are you hungry?” you ask. he just nods.

and so you go start something in the kitchen, a hot meal that you make sure to cook your love into.

charlie follows closely behind, and you keep chatting while he watches you cook. once you’re done and you’re plating your creation, he comes up to hug you from behind. he nuzzles into your hair and closes his eyes, breathing in your scent blending with the delicious aroma of freshly made food. his heart and his stomach sing in unison.

“thank you,” he hums. “you’re so good to me.”

you both decide to get in bed, putting on a tv show to laugh along to while you eat. by the last bite you can already see his spirits lifting a little. after setting aside the plates you snuggle up to him and your hands slide up to his shoulders, rubbing lightly. he melts a little at the contact and an idea pops into your head.

“how about.. a massage?” you offer. he looks at you and his lips curl downwards in thought for a moment. he’s not always eager to accept such kind favors from you, but seeing the affection in your eyes and thinking about how lovely your touch would feel, he gives in.

“umm.. yeah, sure. that sounds nice.”

“mhm. c’mon, lay down.” you grin and wait for him to roll over on his stomach and spread out into a comfortable position, and then you prop yourself up on your knees beside him.

you start massaging him, gently but firmly working every part of your hands into his muscles in a fluid rhythm. the second you touch him he responds instantly, sinking further into the bed and letting out a deep rumble of contentment. taking your time with every square inch of his body you come in contact with, you form a path from his neck to his lower back, loosening up any knot you find and rubbing out every last bit of tension. many minutes dedicated to him go by, and along the way at some point you’ve hiked his shirt up to get better access and you’ve shifted to straddling his hips.

while your knuckles and thumbs knead at either side of his spine, you lean in to whisper to him. “feeling good?” you ask, and the warmth of your breath near his ear makes him shiver slightly.

“really good, (y/n). you’re like an angel..” he breathes out, pure bliss lacing his words.

satisfied with your work you start to back off, but your hands linger on his skin. you’re full of contentment and love, happy to be able to pamper him like this. but another part of you, a steadily growing part of you, is also getting turned on.

charlie is practically putty in your hands. knowing that it’s because of you, that you’re able to take the weight off of him and relieve his stress, it does something to you. you want to do more. you want to make him feel even better.

you let your nails lightly graze his sides, feeling goosebumps form in their wake. your voice lowers to a soft, sultry purr. “you wanna do something fun now?”

you don’t know the way his stomach flips at the suddenly suggestive way you speak, something deep inside of him immediately standing to attention. “..fun?” he questions, and now there’s a hint of excitement in his voice. he shifts to meet your gaze.

you nod, smiling down at him. there’s a sparkle in your eyes that instantly makes him weak. he turns over onto his back.

but instead of explaining yourself right away, you pull him into a deep kiss. you cup his face in your hands as your mouths move together in a heated embrace in which you take the lead, kissing him in a way that has his breath hitching against your lips. it’s slow and sensual, but filled with just the right amount of hunger to make your intentions clear.

“i have an idea.” you murmur. you press your hips against his just a little and he groans, his hands flying up to grab you and press you down a little more. when you break the kiss his face is flushed and his pupils are dilated.

“what is it?” he’s eager now and it shows, his big eyes looking up at you so tenderly as if he was willing to give up the world in that moment just for some more of your wonderful attention.

you roll your hips against his once more and he lets out a little whimper, gripping you tighter. finally, wearing a small smirk, you drop the suspense. “i want to find out how long you can last.”

charlie looks almost bewildered at this, but there’s a notable spark in his eyes that shows he isn’t uninterested. he just wasn’t expecting such a suggestion. “y-you want..?”

“i want,” you repeat your words slowly, calmly. “to see how long you can last.”

just the thought of him at your mercy, moaning, shaking, begging for relief while you push his limits makes it very hard to patiently wait for his response. “do you want to try it?”

“i, um..” he clears his throat, his mouth suddenly dry as he finds himself at a loss for words. you’re stirring up his brain and getting him more turned on than he thought possible, putting him on the spot. he’s flustered. his cock is already rock hard in his jeans, just the weight of you on top of him nearly enough to do him in.

you have to help him out somehow. one of your hands threads into the curls at the back of his head as you lean in to place kisses along his jawline and below his ear. “it’ll feel really good..” you coax sweetly, smiling against his skin. “i promise. i just wanna take care of you, love.”

he lets his head tilt almost immediately to give you better access, a needy little sound coming from behind his lips that’s like music to your ears. his hips arch into yours and his fingers dig into your sides, desperate for some kind of friction. “yeah, i wanna try it.” he finally confirms, breathless.

you chuckle softly, in love with how responsive he is. but you haven’t even begun yet.

“first things first,” you pull away slowly, meeting his eyes. you reach for his arms and guide them away from you, laying them back on the bed. “hands off.”

he immediately pouts, something innate within him craving the feel of your body underneath his palms. but he nods, willing himself to follow your lead.

“good. stay like that, okay? no touching for a little while.”

“okay,” charlie agrees, and the momentary flicker of disappointment in his eyes is overtaken by excitement when you start to help him out of his clothes. tossing his shirt somewhere on the floor, you move to unbutton his jeans next. you push them down along with his boxers, and he sucks in a breath at the feeling of the cool air hitting his most sensitive area.

his cock is thick and flushed with need, veins lining the shaft. a bit of precum dribbles from the tip and onto his soft stomach. he looks so divine and you start to think that this is going to be a test of your patience as much as it is his.

“ready?” you hum.

“yeah, please.” he replies eagerly, squirming a little beneath you. you can’t resist pressing him a little more.

“please what, my love?” you simper, willing him to ask properly for what he wants.

charlie’s cheeks turn red and his brows pinch together as he formulates a response. “please touch me, (y/n.) i need you, please..” he begs. his voice is gruff and his hands fist the sheets beneath him, driven wild with the anticipation.

“that’s perfect, baby. i will since you asked so nicely.” you spit crudely in your hand and gently wrap your fist around him, slowly stroking from base to tip. your saliva mixes with his precum with each measured pass, making him nice and slick.

“oh, fuck..” immediately, his head falls back and his legs tense beneath you. after the lead up to this moment he’s sensitive, hot in your hand, and swelling even more in response to your touch.

you increase your pace slightly, biting your lip as you focus on moving your wrist in a graceful motion and making your grip just right. you watch charlie’s stomach flex and his face contort as he tries to maintain control, his breath coming out in shallow pants. you’re about to ask how it feels but as if he’s reading your mind, he indulges you on his own.

“feels so good, (y/n.) mmf.. please, a little more?” he pleads, his hips arching desperately.

“alright,” you give in just a little, giving him longer, quicker strokes. “you’re not allowed to finish yet, though. okay?”

he moans, gritting his teeth and nodding.

“you promise to be good?”

“yes..” he nods again, his voice cracking. but you want more.

your hand stills and his half-lidded eyes fly open, giving you an almost hurt look. his hair is a mess, his lips are pouty, and his gaze is desperate. he twitches in your grasp, every ounce of his body begging for attention.

“tell me.”

his mouth opens instantly to speak, quickly stammering out a response through the haze of lust clouding his mind. “i’ll be good, i promise i’ll be good for you. i can hold off. please baby, please keep going.”

you give a pleased, cat-like grin and resume, and once you do he melts back into the bed and rumbles with a very grateful sigh of pleasure.

you feel hot just watching him like this, but you have to bury that feeling deep so that you can stay focused on him. but god, he looks mouthwatering. he sounds like an angel. you can’t help but grind yourself against his thigh every now and then in search of your own relief.

your grip tightens and you increase your pace. you listen as his breathing gets ragged, his sounds of pleasure gracing your ears more and more often along with the wet sounds of your fist pumping him. leaning in, you pepper kisses and nips around his hips.

“you’re so sexy like this. being so lovely for me.” you hum, your eyes never leaving him. he gives a shaky moan, swooning beautifully in response to your praise. you can tell he’s getting close, can tell that you should start to back off. but you want him to make the call. he said he’s going to be good, after all. “tell me when to stop, okay?”

“okay, okay, okay..” charlie breathes out, his eyebrows furrowing and his teeth digging into his lower lip with the struggle of holding back. the sight of you on top of him, so dedicated to pleasing him, is enough to send him flying into orbit. he watches the motion of your hand steadily going up and down his cock until he can’t take it anymore.

“baby, ‘m close,” he whines, his hips stuttering as the need to cum gets more frantic. “fuck, i’m close, i’m close-“

you stop and his head falls back into the pillows again, groaning heavily. he pulses in your grasp as he comes down from the high.

“good, very good.” you purr, kissing around his lower belly. your hand never leaves him.

“baby, please..” he pouts, his head rolling to peek down at you. his fingers are surely leaving dents in the sheets from how hard he’s gripping them.

“i know, i’ve got you. you’re doing so well, my love.” you continue to praise and soothe him, but you can’t help the little smirk that curls at your lips from how needy he is.

his cheeks turn a little rosy and he twitches in your hand. “i am?” he asks breathlessly.

“of course, baby. i’m impressed.” your lips trail closer and closer to his aching shaft as you speak, slowly grazing his happy trail, his pelvis, and the space where his hip meets his thigh with featherlight kisses.

“i’ll make you feel so good, i promise. just keep being patient.” his adam’s apple bobs in his throat, his gaze zeroed in on your lips brushing against his skin. “can you do that?” you ask.

charlie swallows hard. “y-yes, yes i can do that.”

as a reward your tongue meets his flesh, licking a heated stripe up his cock. he shudders. you start to move your hand again and he nearly cries.

“ohmygod...” his jaw drops in disbelief as you place big, wet, open-mouthed kisses at the base, letting your tongue curl around his girth while you stroke him the same time. you kiss upwards but back off before you reach the tip. just feeling your breath fan over the head of his cock makes him lose his mind.

“(y/n),” he writhes underneath you, so close again. “baby, please. please can i cum?”

you slow your pace and he whines. “uh-uh, charlie. not quite yet.”

his face scrunches up from the delicious torture, his head rolling side to side. your lips brush against his tip and he gasps.

“stay strong for me.” you murmur before you open your mouth to take him in. charlie practically jolts from the surprise.

“ah! mmf, ah fuck, wait-“ he can hardly form a sentence, his eyes rolling back as your lovely mouth envelops him. “so warm, mm.. i can’t- i can’t last like that. (y/n), please..” he’s whimpering constantly, the ardent struggle of denying his orgasm written all over him.

you ignore his pleas for now, greedily savoring his taste and weight and warmth on your tongue. taking as much as you can, you suckle and bob your head over and over again while he moans gratefully above you.

just a minute of this and he’s done for. “i can’t take it, ‘m gonna cum. you’re so good, it’s too good..“ but just as soon as he gets the words out you’re off of him entirely.

he’s nearly shaking at this point, his hands flying up to tug at his own hair for dear life as his cock slaps back against his stomach, whining brokenly. a complete mess. “(y/n), i feel crazy,” charlie rasps. “i’m so close. i need you so bad..”

“i know, i know..” he’s so distressed and you almost feel bad, but it’s just too delicious seeing him like this. addicted to your touch, as if you’re some kind of life line. you know it’ll all be worth it in the end.

you climb up his body, leaning in to kiss his cheeks, his nose, then finally his lips. charlie returns the kiss eagerly, grateful for the chance to be closer to you.

you pull back and he watches as you slip off your own clothes piece by piece. straddling him, you center yourself over his hips and his eyes go wide. his hands cling harshly to the bedspread again and you can tell he’s fighting off the urge to grab you.

“(y/n), i’m not gonna last a second if you..” he trails off, his voice barely above a whisper.

you smile. “sure you will. you can last a little longer, i know you can. you’re a good boy, yeah?”

he visibly perks up. you take him in your hand and line him up with your entrance and he hisses at the contact. “y-yes, oh yes.” he crumbles. “but fuck, i don’t know if i can. it’s too much..”

“you can.” you affirm softly, placing a hand on his chest as you start to lower yourself onto him. his eyes roll all the way back into his head and a string of curses falls from his lips.

“so hot, so tight, wet, perfect,” he gushes, floating high in the clouds as you sink down his cock. far, far away from the cares of the world.

you let out a moan of your own as he bottoms out inside of you, savoring the delicious feeling. “that’s right. you’re so good, charlie. you deserve this.” you murmur sweetly, beginning to rock your hips slowly.

“i’m good, i’m a good boy..” he repeats in a daze, huffing with your every thrust. his eyes glaze over with pure bliss, his mind going completely blank except for you. he looks up at you like you’re the only thing that matters. “i’m a good boy?”

your heart melts a little from how soft he looks. you could praise him every second for the rest of your life and it still wouldn’t feel like enough to properly convey how precious he is to you. “yeah, baby. doing so well for me. my good boy. my favorite.” you assure him, your fingers lightly brushing his hair out of his face before cupping his cheek. “i love you so much.”

he leans into your touch. “i love you.” he hums back. “(y/n), i’m so close..”

“just a little longer,” you promise. he turns you on so much that you’re not far behind. after just another minute or two, you finally give in.

“my love, would you like to cum?”

excitement paints his features instantly and he looks at you with big puppy-dog eyes. “yes, (y/n). please, i need it so bad. please let me cum in you.”

his admission makes your stomach flip and your control falters, clenching around him. “you want to cum inside?”

“yes, please.” he begs desperately. “want to fill you up so bad, so bad..”

you stop fucking him. you reach for his hands and guide them to your sides, and then you lean forward and brace your hands on his shoulders.

“go ahead, baby. fuck me ‘til you cum. you earned it, did so perfect.” you whisper in his ear, encouraging him with a roll of your hips that steals the air from his lungs.

he doesn’t hesitate. his fingers dig into your flesh instantly, gripping you tight. he ruts his hips upwards just once and moans loudly. “fucking.. oh, it’s too good,” he huffs, quickly finding his rhythm. “you’re so good, (y/n). i‘m gonna fill you up, need to fill you up. stuff you full, every drop..”

he loses all control. he fucks into you and pulls you up and down by your hips like a ragdoll while his grunts and sweet words fill your ears amidst his climb to ecstasy. you’re right there with him, singing with pleasure. it's not much longer before you both start to break down.

“yes, yes, yes..” charlie pants, getting louder and louder as the pressure builds just right. “i‘m gonna cum. gonna cum so deep inside you, baby. fuck!” after being wound up for so, so long, the coil inside of him finally snaps and he cries out, his whole world rocked by the force of his orgasm. his head swims and he jackrabbits into you like his life depends on it until every last drop of cum is spent.

feeling his warm release flood your insides you follow his lead and also fall apart. both of you rock through the bliss until you’re completely wiped, collapsing into each other.

once every ounce of pleasure has been wrung out, he wraps his arms around you lazily to pull you close. he nuzzles into your hair, letting out a little dazed giggle. the rough day he had was long, long gone. practically wiped from his mind and replaced with pure satisfaction.

“that was the best,” he sighs, tracing soft circles on your back. “you’re too good t’me..”

you hum in response, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “you deserve it.” you lift yourself up a little to look at him and you smile. “feel better?”

he smiles too. “tons.”

🌙~*~💫~*~✨~*~💫~*~🌙

[sleeepybeary]

☆ 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍 ☆

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓: Your painting skills are a little... off?

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: none

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1,002

“Hold still, would you? I need to focus” Agatha's voice was that of a shattering jar amongst the waves of pristine silence, an anomaly in the mix.

Why were you sitting in silence?

That question fell short of explanations as you stared into the blue eyes of your girlfriend - feeling absolutely enamoured at the way she looked. With a slight crease between her eyebrows and a pensive fog encapsulating her eyes - a wrinkle at the edges of her nose - she was absolutely stunning.

“But… I don't know if I can find it in me to remain posed” you responded in a hushed comment, blinking a few times as to capture her expressions change in smaller clips at a time.

She tuts, raising her brush covered in a black coating of paint and pressing it to the tip of your nose.

Your face was already slathered in a cool mask of paint, so to feel the brush press against your skin made little difference now - no longer sending a gentle chill down your spine.

“I'll have to hold you at brush point then” She grins, her teeth making a point to shine through her lips as she does so. “Now close your eyes so we can hurry this up”

Following her words, your eyes fall into a shuttered state, finding the strokes of her loosened wrist almost calming as it leaves a tickling trail across your eyelids.

A few minutes pass before Agatha claps her hands together in a self appreciative applause, holding the end of the paint brush within her mouth. She looked proud, a hypothetical badge of pride being gifted and handed to her self-esteem.

“Can I see now?” You blinked, watching as Agatha grew quick to fetch you a hand mirror, twisting it within her palm to reveal her art upon your skin.

Gazing back at you was your painted reflection. Your skin had reached a point of unrecognition through the ten minute long challenge Agatha had tricked you into, using one of her infamous “you know you love me?” lines.

You were depicted to be that of a cat, from what you could assume anyway.

“Don't you look adorable, my love?” She grins, finally placing the paint brush down.

“I'm… a black cat?” You tilted your head.

“Not just any black cat” she rolled her eyes, folding her arms “you're our black cat. You're Eve!”

Your eyes involuntarily scan the room, looking for any sign of your now adopted black cat for a comparison. Though, she was nowhere to be found.

“Anyway” she dragged her arms through the air, flicking her wrists, before she sat down in the chair opposite you. “It's my turn now”

Letting a sigh brush past your lips and enter the atmosphere, you stand and reach for your own paint brush, grabbing one of her larger ones to help apply the base layer first.

“Just so you're aware, I have absolutely no faith in myself that this will turn out as something you'd be able to guess without knowing the actual inspiration”

Agatha shakes her head slightly, a smile blossoming upon her features. “I'm sure I'll be able to guess. Don't you worry that pretty little face of yours”

Pursing your lips, your wrist begins to twist against the surface of her face, covering as much as you could in one go before drowning and soaking your brush in the hearty dollop of paint again.

Paint. Soak. Paint. Soak.

You followed the basic principles, being swallowed and utterly engulfed by the silence that yet again took a hold of your situation until the timer ran low on just a minute remaining.

At that point, a blended hue of white and green was being used as a construct for details, using them to draw lines and curves where you saw fit.

“I can feel how warm you are when you're this close” There she goes again, breaking the balance of peace once more.

“Has anyone ever told you that speaking your mind isn't always necessarily a good thing?”

She scoffed lightheartedly, peeking at you through her closed eyelids. “I'd say it's going pretty well. I mean, you decided to date me; if that's not what you call going well, then I don't know what could be classified as such”

You ignore her words as you push through the last remaining moments, finding your concentration poisoned with every passing stroke of paint as it gains in a distaste for quality.

“Times up, babe” Agatha mumbles, pulling herself away from you, her hand wrapping around your wrist. Her eyes glimmer in a coat of impatience once they re-open, her hand instantly taking hold of the mirror.

Though, as Agatha examined herself within her reflection, you took the moment to look over just what exactly you had created upon her once beautiful face.

You were aiming for a dragon, but with the random flicks and half complete lines that were supposed to be scales, she looks more like some slime monster if anything else.

Biting back a look of embarrassment, your self-restraint almost chokes you as your girlfriend's face goes through the motions of every possible expression to have ever existed.

At first, she looked ecstatic; then confused; then frustrated; then partly sad; and now she just looks like she's standing at some crossroad between all of the previous ones.

"I'm... a flower?" She glances at you from behind the mirror, a half-built grin upon her lips.

Groaning, you pinch the bridge of your nose, plaguing your fingertips with black paint in a smearing between skin as you do so. "You're meant to be a dragon..."

"I look more like grass!" She snorts out a boisterous laugh, her head tilting back slightly, leaving show for her half painted underchin. "We should get you to partake in those painting classes they hold every Tuesday"

"Agatha!" You gasp as your eyes grow wide. "That's for children!"

"Exactly!"

“You're actually so evil, you know that, right?” You glance away, holding eye contact with some old painting on the wall, avoiding the cheshire grin that she put up front for you.

"Maybe... but you wouldn't have me any other way. Now let me show you what you done wrong."

[ebitenpura]

Coalescence

Summary: The former Hand of Jadus feels mounting change on the horizon. But will they throw it all away for the ghosts of their past? An answer to a certain reappearance.

Lana finds him alone in the untamed fields of Odessen, the visage of his broad back obscured by the swaying stalks of wild wheat that dipped gently from her intrusion. The setting sun limns his outline in gentle halcyon that sets his ivory hair aflame in the light, contrasting the pitch of his suit. He stands so still amidst the scenery that she thinks him not breathing, a single pillar of black and white amongst a grass sea. She stops to admire the scene– this monochromatic sentinel standing guard at the edge of a golden world– before wading in. 

He does not turn around as she approaches, instead continuing to fix his gaze on the distant skyline with a fraught expression. The cool breeze tickles their cheeks. Lana comes to stand next to him; a beat of silence passes, then two. Eight continues to say nothing, merely tightening the grip on the sheath of his sword that he clutches tightly to his chest. The atmosphere is somnolent yet delicate, threatening to burst under the weight of any slight movement or careless gesture. 

She parses the feelings in the Force surrounding him, this thick, swirling miasma of uncertainty that clings to the ex-Cipher like a heavy sludge, slowly dragging his presence down with it. “You feel it, don’t you?” Lana interrupts quietly, her words floating on the wind that caresses their surroundings. She searches his face for confirmation, but his statuesque mien betrays nothing. He remains faraway, living out the events of some unknown storied past she has never been privy to, his eyes distant and unfocused. 

Lana reaches out further, diving into his essence and– there. She finds a single thread in the complicated network of his energy, wavering, connected to something impossibly far, extending out from his core to somewhere she cannot reach. Her brows knit together as she focuses on that lone yarn spanning the expanse of the galaxy, so very, very removed. There’s a tug on the thread. Eight’s distress spikes momentarily with it. “A change. A return…the call. Something that’s calling you…home.” 

Her honey eyes snap open. Home? She turns to him, confusion writ on her features. The Eight she knew has never had a home, never spoken of one, never requested to return anywhere. As far as she was concerned, he was a piece cut loose who made himself comfortable wherever the next mission led. Even their sojourn back to Dromund Kaas drew nothing from the agent but a detached look of unrecognition; Lana stopped questioning his feelings towards the Imperial homeworld after that. There were many secrets to the man who still called himself by his Cipher designation. Most of which she would not choose to pry, save for those she’d researched before she’d been made aware of what an erstwhile creature he was, one who preferred to remain a mystery more than any sort of companion to her. Out of respect, she’d abstained time and time again. But this, this she could not ignore, this…feeling in the Force, this nagging sense that the skeletons in Eight’s closet were more alive than they realized. That something deep and unfathomable was about to happen, and he lay at the heart of it once again, a spider trapped in his own web of lies. 

“Eight,” She hesitates, the words sticking to her tongue, reluctant to overstep boundaries. To step into his world meant knowing all the shadows within it. She had barely scraped the surface before as Minister, and she did not know if she had the right to know. To know him. She pushes down her disquiet. Eight had been acting odd for several days on end. She could not leave him to his misery as is. They were more than just friends; they were partners, whatever was causing him to be so despondent was one she felt she had to address. “Who…or what is calling you?”

When Eight finally faces her, his eyes are filled with fear. 

He flounders as if suddenly realizing she’s there, then withdraws back into himself. His expression darkens, and he glances down at his feet. 

“When I…” He starts, as if he’s just learning how to speak. His voice is somber. “When I was in the Empire, I served a Sith named Jadus.” 

Lana stands there, stunned. She’d read the dossiers, the reports. Yet hearing it directly from his mouth made all of it obsolete. A confession. A chill runs down her spine. 

“I had power at my fingertips. I could do anything.” His grip tightens on the edges of the sheath. “Didn’t matter in the end.”

Her features soften. “Are you afraid of–”

“No,” Eight says all-too quickly, “It’s not–” He releases a frustrated puff of air, perhaps unused to his sudden lack of eloquence. “I don’t know if I can go back, Lana.” He says, quieter. I don’t know if I can. I don’t know if I’ll have to. I don’t know if I have a choice. 

Lana reads his feelings loud and clear through the Force, and feels a twinge of pity for her friend, replaced by simmering, protective anger. So rarely did he ever express actual, tangible fear, apathetic and nonplussed to a fault to nearly everything the galaxy had thrown at him that she didn’t doubt for a second that Jadus, to him, was a real threat. 

Perhaps the only threat he’d ever faced.

“You’re safe with us, Eight. If anyone has any objections to that, they’ll have me to reckon with. Not to mention the entire Alliance, I’m sure. You’ve overcome impossible odds and come too far to play by the whims of another Sith…this, I know.” She places her hand on his shoulder in an act of reassurance, receiving a wry upturn of his lips in return. He covers her hand with his own, but his smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“If he returns,” Eight echoes solemnly, “This can’t last.” 

Lana opens her mouth to ask him to clarify what he means by this, but stops mid-inquiry as the world around her falls away. A force vision? 

Eight sits alone in an abandoned hovertaxi station overgrown with vines and weeds. Next to him is a large body bag, propped up next to him like a macabre passenger. He mouths words she can’t hear to an impersonal figure over holocomm, and shuts off the transmission. He waits, his only other company being the sound of the falling Dromund Kaas downpour. The scene repeats, with Eight alone in various locations occupied by varying corpses. It goes on for what feels like ages to Lana. 

Was this what his life amounted to in the Empire? An endless cycle of violence, with only the dead for company and comfort? Unconsciously, her hold tightens on Eight’s shoulder as images of his past flicker through her mind like a holoreel. 

More than that…she nearly buckles at the sheer loneliness exuding from every inch of Eight’s memories. It’s unbearable, a sensation wholly different from the emptiness of Nathema but no less overpowering in its unending pain, and Lana feels it wrap around her chest and constricts her lungs in a vice grip. Every second, every passing moment spent in solitude, disconnected from the world at large, years and years and cycles that pass for an eternity– it’s a silent scream, and Lana feels her own mind straining under its suffocating weight the longer the vision goes on. 

She has to blink away the tears that prick at the edges of her eyes when the torment ends, replaced by analog memories of two unfamiliar faces. One, a kindly yet strict old man who smiles fondly in the most subtle of ways, and a woman, one with dark hair, dark eyes, and a saccharine voice.

I’d do anything for them. 

Eight? Lana thinks, recognizing the timbre of the voice in her mind.

I’d do anything for them. The scene flickers, like a corrupted broadcast. Eight stands alone, awash in the furious red lights of a station’s emergency alarms. Countless bodies lay at his feet, their jaws slack in terror, their limbs twisted and mangled. I’d do anything for them. I’d do anything. I’d do anything. I’d do anything. I’d do anything.

The chant reaches an unbearable degree of fervor. Lana blocks her ears, but it does nothing to drown out the klaxon nor the voices.

Eight’s visage melts before her eyes. Like hot wax, his features drip off his face in a runny sludge that leaves Lana awestruck in horror. Something emerges from behind his shorn features, revealing a different face that freezes her blood cold.

What stares back at her is the empty mask of Darth Jadus.

The vision ends. Lana lets go of Eight like she’s touched a hot iron, stumbling backwards. Eight looks at her with worry, but with a knowing look in his flat eyes that says this is not an uncommon occurrence. 

“...How can you bear it?” Lana finally asks, pressing the back of her palm into the dull pain that blooms behind her skull. Eight doesn’t reply, merely bearing witness to her pain as she takes deep breaths. “How can you–” 

Somehow, his silence answers more for her than if he’d spoken. 

She lifts her gaze to meet his. “You can’t go back. Not to that.” The wind howls between them. She can feel the gap widening. She tries again. “Eight. I am ordering you.” 

“That’s not your choice to make.”

“Why?” Lana refutes him, regaining her composure. “Everything we’ve built together, everything we’ve accomplished, why would you give all this–” She gestures to their surroundings.”up for him?” For a life spent in solitude and fear, when they’d worked so hard to give him a way out? 

Eight is quiet. “Because I’d do anything,” He says, looking pointedly away from her. 

Lana falls silent at the repeat of those words. 

[whyreyousoobsessedwithme]

The irony of naming this webtoon lookism but unconsciously slimming down and beautifying all the characters to the point of unrecognition. The fact he put in some token characters like Duke to say "hey lookism is bad but here’s all the important characters all fitting the unrealistic standards of korean beauty to showcase the importance of their roles". Gun, goo, and his friends are gonna come out looking like twinks I'm telling you guys.

Edit: just came from reddit, turns out I'm not the only one getting bored of this webtoon

Edit#2: This post does not include Vasco and Vin, btw.

[greatcheshire]

one more thing I have to say, since you'll hide the obvious goal behind your agenda, I'll say it for you, & I know you most likely won't publish this ask because of your lack of empathy, but if there's a soul in that sorry excuse of a man you are, use it.

Trans "women" aren't women, men cannot be women, what your cult is trying to do is mutilate yourself to the point of unrecognition like some kind of skin walker so you people can invade women & children's safe spaces & friend groups in order to rape & molest them & get off scot free.

That's always been the end goal of the trans agenda BUT BECAUSE THE WORLD IS FALLING FOR YOUR MANIPULATION EVERYONE IS STARTING TO TURN A BLIND EYE TO YOUR ACTIONS, EVEN OTHER WOMEN, BECAUSE YOU PEOPLE ARE STARTING TO DELUDE THE WORLD INTO THINKING YOU'RE "WOMEN" YOUR RAPE IS BEING OVERLOOKED BECAUSE REAL WOMEN CANNOT RAPE, THATS THE REASON YOU WANT OUR GENDER, TO. GET. AWAY. WITH. RAPE.

THEY'RE NOT STOPPING THERE EITHER, THEY'RE TRYING TO INDOCTRANTE CHILDREN BY MOLESTING THEM IN SCHOOLS & TEACHING THEM HOW TO MULIATE THEIR FACIAL FEATURES & BODY TOO, THEY'RE LITERALLY RAPING TO RAISE RAPISTS!!!

ITS FUCKING SICKENING. WAKE UP SHEEPLE, ITS NOT UNINTENTIONAL EITHER, THEY'VE BEEN PLANNING ON THIS FOR YEARS & YEARS BECAUSE THEY KNOW WOMENS RIGHTS ARE BEING OVERLOOKED & GETTING WORSE EVERYDAY, THEY KNOW THE GOVERNMENT WON'T CARE FOR OUR ABUSE, BECAUSE THERE'S TRANS PEOPLE IN THE GOVERNMENT!!!

Please, if anyone cares for what's right, spread this message. For the sake of women & children's safety everywhere.

hey sorry to ignore the rest of your essay or call for help or whatever it is but did you just say that women can’t rape because uhhhhhhh

[propussyslayer]

trigger warning //opinion

mia winters is a great example of how people treat men who are "bad" and women who are "bad" differently.

main example being luis and wesker. they both work for companies similar to her's, which are crime syndicates specializing in production of bio-weaponry, such as "the connections" or "umbrella corp". both these men take part in designing and leading teams that design bioweapons, yet they are loved by the public.

but when you see mia, you find comments saying she is a liar, murderer, manipulator, and honestly worse shit. now its not that she isn't some of these, i know she is, but you NEVER find someone saying this shit about these men.

i also believe her character was fucked upon unrecognition in the 8th game. she was a soldier who fought for many years and you see her whining over any shit possible.

give the woman a gun?? let her ratatata the shit out of it all.

her character was thrown into the background, and i believe she had such good potential to be a great fighter. so sad that her character is reduced to be a damsel in distress.

also they took her brown eyes, forever mad about that