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[underoospeterparker]

CONGRATS ON UR MILESTONE BABY!!! i’d like to request 🪸 CORALS !! with the idea of cowboy!james and innocent!reader in mind teeheeee <333

YAY babe thank you so much ily!!! challenged myself to use some slang hehehe

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cowboy!james potter x innocent!fem!reader, 0.9k words, hurt/comfort, angsty

tw: (slight) violence, blood mention, toxic ex, swearing

James strolled over with the confidence of a man who'd already won his race. "How're you ladies doing tonight?" He asked you and your friends, leaning over to plant a kiss on your forehead.

"Well, bless your heart for asking," Mary Rose blushed, "we're fairin' just fine," she added, a huge smile on her face. James reciprocated it, but it wasn't as pleasant as hers had been.

When she turned around, you rolled your eyes and James chuckled, taking a seat next to you. "No need for jealousy, darlin', you know I'm all yours," he said, his voice deep and quiet. This time you were the one blushing, forced to hide your red face in the crook of his jacket.

It was a second later when you pulled away, and you noticed Mary Rose's glare from across the bench. James surveyed your eyes quickly, a touch of concern in his big brown eyes. "You alright there, sweetheart?"

You were quick to nod at him. Giving him your best smile, you asked, "when's that race of yours happening?"

He checked his watch on his wrist, then got up to stand. "Reckon it's about to start in a blink of an eye," he replied, grinning at you. "I'd be mighty honoured to have you by my side, darlin', will you come to cheer me on?"

Mary Rose was quick to speak up. "You bet your spurs we'll be there, cowboy!"

James looked at her with a small smile, then turned to you as she began getting her things ready. "I'll be front and centre," you reassured him, and his face brightened. "Wearin' my finest cowgirl hat," you added, giggling softly. "Now go show 'em how it's done."

Your boyfriend saluted you and head off to the races. "Yeehaw," Nellie squealed, tugging at your arm as you laughed along with her. "Let's mosey on down, ladies!"

While you climbed down the stands, hand-in-hand with Nellie, Mary Rose pulled you aside, her grip tight on your arm. "Don't think for a moment I didn't notice you cozying up with my ex. You better watch your back, partner!" Mary Rose's nails dug into your skin, drawing blood. She pulled away when Laura called her over, waving with a fake smile on her face.

You winced as you looked down at your arm, crescent moons left in her wake. You covered it up as best as you could, pulling your jacket on although it was mighty hot outside. Then, you returned to the race tracks to watch James ride.

"Ladies and gentlemen, gather 'round," the announcer clapped his hands excitedly, "we've got a lineup of fine cowboys ready to tear up that track. Among 'em, we got James Potter!" The crowd roared with enthusiasm as James made his way onto the track, a massive grin on his face. You waved happily at him when he blew a kiss to you good-naturedly.

Mary Rose turned around to look at you, glaring. "Say, (Y/N), I need to make a trip to the outhouse. Would you be so kind as to join me?"

You couldn't refuse, not with all of the girls surrounding you, so you nodded, even though James was about to ride. Mary Rose would have done much worse if you hadn't.

She gave you a smile, then pressed a heavy hand to your back, leading you to the bathroom. James, however, noticed your disappearance soon after, and swiftly mounted his horse. He quickly rose over to where the girls were stood. "Where might I find (Y/N), ma'am?" He asked Nellie pleasantly.

Nellie pointed over to the outhouse, and James nodded, saying, "much obliged, my friend."

He climbed over the fence, although the announcer was yelling at him to get back over and on his horse. James started to jog over to the bathroom, starting to get worried. "Shucks," he said under his breath, swinging the door open to find you cowering in a corner, a bruise blossoming across your face.

You managed to gain some confidence, however, and you struck a painful punch across Mary Rose's face, so hard that she stumbled backwards. "You bitch! I'm gonna-"

James stepped between the two of you. "Hold your horses," he said, his face hard. "I'd never lay a hand against a lady, but you raised a finger against my sweetheart. So I'd suggest you keep your distance."

With tears in her eyes, Mary Rose nodded and stepped out of the way. James turned to you, nothing but care and worry in his eyes as he surveyed the damage.

"James," you murmured softly, "any reason you're lingering 'round here instead of hittin' the track?"

He smiled, "I gotta take care of my girl, y'know? She's my top priority." James cupped your cheek, face softening when you grimaced in pain. "Shhh, I'm sorry, sweetheart," he crooned over you, wrapping you up in his arms, "don't you worry. I'm gonna take good care of you." He paused, making sure you were listening. "And I ain't one to make empty promises, darlin'."

You smiled up at him. "No doubt in my mind, cowboy."

[gasolinerainbowpuddles]

Between the Shadow and the Soul║ ⒸⓄⓁⓁⒺⒸⓉⒾⓄⓃⓈ

| Between the Shadow and the Soul | part of the A Savage Place collection ║ series masterlist ║ main masterlist ║

| PAIRING(s): sub!Joel Miller x dom!fem!OC | RATING: explicit material | 18+ | WORD COUNT: 6.4k | CONTENT: exploration of power dynamics, submissive and domination practices, dirty talk, rewards and punishments, pegging (YAY!), some degradation type kink stuff idk, one moment of mommy kink I guess, Joel loves to throw himself a pity party & dom!fem!OC has no interest in letting that fester

| SYNOPSIS: Pegging, but make it therapeutic. And maybe a little romantic?

“It’s right back here,” Chris calls over his shoulder to you. He waves his arm in a wide arc without glancing back, motioning you to the storage area of his shop. 

You follow with barely contained excitement at what awaits.

“Here’s the loot,” he chortles. He reveals the items in question with an abrupt yank on a heavy blanket shrouding it. He gestures broadly at several dingy looking boxes that were hidden beneath.

You peer into the closest one that’s open and can’t help but gasp at the glorious sight before you: a variety of sex toys and intimacy products still in their original packaging. No sun bleaching. No molding. No wear and tear. Almost perfect condition.

“How?!” you practically shriek. “In the back stockroom of some toy shop. Shopping center next to a mall,” Chris readily explains with a shared enthusiasm. “Must’ve been in the middle of unpacking a new shipment or something because most of it was in the box still, like you see it here.”

“But they’re in such good condition!” you marvel.

“Yeah, the stuff closer to the front that wasn’t picked over already was damaged by sunlight or whatever else, but this treasure trove right here was tucked away near the back. Still got some sun and air, but not enough to damage them. I told Alex I officially believe in miracles now,” he snorts.

“Yeah, no kidding!” you laugh with effusive mirth. “I can’t believe this. Seriously. You know how long I’ve been looking for this kind of stuff?!”

“Probably about as long as I have,” he titters gleefully.

“Hey, you have the real thing at home, and I know Alex is hung like a horse based on how he carries himself,” you point out with feigned indignation.

“Yeah yeah, but it’s still fun to have toys!” he retorts with a wistful edge to his voice.

You couldn’t argue with him on that account. You thank the heavens above that Chris and Alex have a soft spot for you after you helped them link up. Alex routinely oversaw more of the specialized patrol missions, and you’d known it in your bones the moment you met Chris that the two of them would hit it off. When you and Alex set out on a 3 day scouting trip all those moons ago, you’d convinced him by the end of it to strike up a conversation with Chris just to “see where things went.” Of course they didn’t even make it through their first outing to get drinks together before they were infatuated with one another.

“And the real thing I have at home was just about as excited as you and me are,” he adds. “Has his eye on a few things, but don’t worry, though. I already old him it was only right that you get first pick.”

You waste no time rummaging through the goods. You snatch up several items you know will serve you well. When your hand hesitates over the packaging of a strap-on harness, Chris lifts a curious brow. You grin and roll your eyes at his silent probing.

“Dare I ask who the special lady is?” he questions in a sing-song voice.

When you purse your lips into a poorly contained smirk, his eyebrows lift into his hairline. “Oh, a special man?”

He eyes the strap harness before looking back at you with a wicked grin. “Okay, I’m not gonna ask about it today, but you WILL be spilling all the details at some point.”

You giggle and agree you’ll eventually share some of the particulars about your “mystery man.” After going through each and every box, you set out with a hefty bag of goods, satisfied with your haul and all the possibilities it facilitated. You could hardly wait to get into all of it and surprise Joel with a few things. You thankfully didn’t have to wait long for an opportunity as it was only a few days later that he was able to meet up at your house.

It had been almost two weeks since you’d been able to spend time together outside of patrols. His mood had shifted into something closer to his previously staunch antagonism, and you weren’t sure if he was dealing with something privately or if he was just sulking over your stringent expectations of his behavior when you were apart. If it was the latter, not being allowed to get yourself off for a little while certainly didn’t warrant such a surly disposition.

Something felt off, though. It wasn’t just the bitter, grouchy temperament that you’d come to know and dismantle over the months you’d been seeing each other. No, there was something else bubbling under the surface. Something more than sexual frustration, although you’re sure that didn’t help.

His sullen knock at the door was the first reminder of the semi-detached doldrum he’d taken to lately. You beckoned him inside and gave several languid kisses along the column of his neck the moment the door closed. Instead of meeting your physical advances, his hands gently wrapped around the span of your back and cupped you closer to him. When he released a ragged sigh, you knew it was going to be one of those times where he needed a little extra tenderness.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Joel drawls in a lazy hum.

“Hey, baby. What’s going on?” You push a few of the graying, curly strands from his forehead, taking the occasion to search his face for any indication of what had him so squarely in the clutches of unrest.

“Just havin’ a time right now with Ellie, is all,” he mumbles after a moment. His eyes focus on your shoulder and collarbones - anywhere but meeting your gaze - but there was a faraway look in them. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” you ask carefully. The topic of Ellie always had the potential to be a sensitive one for Joel, and you had your suspicions for the past couple of weeks that there was some sort of unresolved issue between the two of them.

Joel shook his head gently. “Nah. Not ready.”

You nod and immediately back off the topic. Joel needed a safe place to run to, and you didn’t want to be another thing he was running from.

“Let’s get you cleaned up so I can take care of you today, okay? How does that sound?” you offer in a sultry, low voice.

“Sounds perfect, honey,” he agrees, his shoulders slumping at the pacifying reassurance you always provided.

You help him out of his jacket and boots before guiding him to the bathroom. You turn the shower on and strip him down while it warms up. The growing heat of the water begins to plume into a fog of cloudy steam inside the bathroom.

“Go on and sit,” you shoo him into the shower. You strip yourself and join him. Even with his large frame and broad shoulders, Joel looks so small in this moment, sitting wide legged on the built in shower bench with his head leaning against the wall behind him. You can see just how tired he looks when you’re eye to eye like this.

He appraises your naked body with a wanton, gluttonous fixation. His cock twitches in response to the gains yielded by his unabashed ogling. His hand edges towards where he’s already half-hard, but he doesn’t touch himself yet. Not without your permission.

You take your time angling the showerhead so the outpour of water cascades over his crown and downward between the stretch of sore muscles of his shoulder blades and back. His eyes close with a satisfied groan at the feeling of the heat over his tired, aching body.

You divert some of the water with your hands to douse his upper body. You grab the shampoo off to the side and spurt a small puddle of the rosemary and lavender scented liquid into the cup of your palm.

“You been a good boy?” you gently ease into some teasing. You rub the shampoo between your hands.

“Haven’t got off in over a fuckin’ week, if that’s what you’re askin’,” he snips impatiently.

You balk at his impolite tone. “Well don’t ruin all that now with such a bad attitude,” you chide.

He sighs and drops his shoulders. “Sorry,” he mutters, looking away and grasping his hands together in his lap before looking back up at you with a chastised, contrite expression. He extends a tentative reach and curves his hands around your waist in a meek bid for forgiveness.

“I’ll accept your apology, but don’t test my patience,” you warn.

You lather up the shampoo in his hair and work it over in kneading circles. His brows knit together. His eyes peacefully drift shut. You scratch at the base of his scalp, just where he likes. He lets out a low groan of relief.

“I know you’ve been having a hard time lately, Joel. That’s what I’m here for. I’m here to take care of you, give you what you need. So are you going to be a nice boy for mommy today and let me give you what you need?”

His eyes remain closed as you rinse the suds from his hair.

“Yes, ma’am,” he promises.

“That’s what I like to hear, sweet boy.”

You work up a soapy foam and wash him top to bottom. His cock is soft again by the time you make it down his legs, but there’ll be time for that later. Right now you need to get Joel into a clearer headspace, one with a less turbulent response pattern. You take extra care to wash his feet, knowing he doesn’t ever take the time to really look after them as well as he should. He moans at the kneading motions you rub along the arch of his feet.

“God that feel so fuckin’ good,” he murmurs.

You spend a few extra minutes massaging his knees, never able to forget the day that raider had knocked him down and added even more strain to his already bad joints. When you finally finish working over his muscles and washing him up, you direct the water back and forth to rinse any remaining residue.

Once the final specs of soap have been cleared away with the rush of hot water, you massage his temples and jaw where he endlessly overtaxed the muscles with incessant clenching and grinding - a longstanding bad habit that had made a return as of late. 

He sighs and leans into your palliative hold, letting the hot water wash over his back. His arms circle your middle and hug you closer to him. Sometimes it was sloppy messes, wet kisses, and blood surging between thighs from the moment he came through your door. Other times, like today, it was something more intimate, a give and take. 

He’d nestle himself right into the crag of reprieve and sanctuary you’d cleft into for him. You let him stay there for as long as he wanted, whenever he wanted. It felt good to be needed. It felt gratifying and substantial to guide something broken through the thick of it all and into someplace less fraught with the realities of life. You, too, could escape there right alongside him, swept up in the creation and execution of taking someone into yourself to safeguard and mold into a dulcified, amenable thing.

You cut the water off and wrap a soft towel around Joel’s shoulders. You help him towel dry his hair and upper body before exiting the shower and hug a towel over yourself. Joel drapes another clean towel around his waist and heads for the bedroom. You smile to yourself at the familiar routine that’s already been established between the two of you. As expected, he’s lying over the towels, spread across your bed, as he waits for you to join him.

You grab a clean, oversized t-shirt and pull it on to stave off the chill in the air. You grab the container of lotion from your dresser and head for the bed. Joel watches you with a soft fondness as you climb onto it and straddle him. You take a dab of lotion and rub it into his cheeks and nose.

“Still don’t see why I gotta get this stuff every time I shower over here,” he objects gruffly.

“Because you don’t ever lotion, Joel. Seriously, the only time you ever take care of your skin is when somebody else is forcing you to,” you huff in a laugh. “You’re sexy and all that, but nobody can pull off lizard skin. Not even you.”

He belly laughs at that and runs his palms over your bare thighs as you sit atop him. It’s nice to hear him laugh. You feel proud that you’ve already gotten him this relaxed.

“Besides, I know it feels good to finally get some moisture on this goddamn sandpaper you call skin. It just about drinks up every drop of lotion I’ve got every time I do this,” you point out.

“Mmmm, yeah. Does feel nice,” he admits with a sheepish, lazy grin.

You smile back at him and shake your head. “Silly boy. Already told you that’s what I’m here to do. To make you feel good if you’ve behaved yourself.”

“And, uh… today, do I…” he trails off.

You realize he thinks showering and some light pampering is all he’s getting rewarded with today.

“I mean, I just… you know, after a whole week - OVER a week, actually - of not havin’ any ‘stress relief’, especially when I really coulda used some,” he emphasizes.

“You’re the one that canceled last week,” you remind him pointedly.

“I know, I know. Didn’t want to. Somethin’ with Ellie came up, and … anyway, I didn’t cancel because I wanted to. God knows I’ve been goin’ outta my fuckin’ mind tryna follow your fuckin’ rules,” he gripes.

“Joel Miller, are you pouting because you couldn’t jerk yourself off for a few days?” you taunt.

Joel huffs loudly but doesn’t respond further.

“I asked you a question,” you caution.

He breathes out a weighted puff of air and nervously readjusts his body. “Look, it’s not- I’m not pouting. I just.. I missed bein’ with you, I guess. Needed you, like this,” he admits quietly.

You heave a half-exasperated sigh. It was hard to stay annoyed with him when he got like this. He sometimes put forth a weak effort to regain some of the control in your dynamic, but you could understood how hard it was for someone like Joel to give up control in the first place. If it wasn’t working for him anymore, you might’ve relented, but deep down you both knew he needed the reinforcement and structure you gave him. What you had worked for both of you, even if Joel sometimes tried to self-sabotage.

 “I missed you, too, baby,” you yield. You rub lotion into the rest of his body and watch the rise and fall of his chest start to slow. After a few moments of comfortable silence, Joel shifts again under your touch.

“I guess I just–I dunno. I didn’t know what to expect comin’ over today. Never canceled on you before. Didn’t know if it was gonna be some punishment or somethin’ for it. Didn’t know if I’d done good enough to get rewarded,” he explains stiffly, nervously.

“You know if you follow my rules and obey me, you get rewarded. Why would that change?” you contend.

“I dunno,” he blows out in an exaggerated exhale, staring up at the ceiling. “I guess I just feel like I don’t know much of anythin’ anymore.”

Before Joel could slump any further into his own pity party, you decide to give him the swift kick to the ass you had to dole out every now and then to get him back on track. You lift away from straddling him and place both knees on one side next to his hip. You lean forward, one arm firmly planted beside his head.

“Well then let’s clear it up, Joel,” you hiss. His eyes light up excitedly at your change in tone.

“This–” you grit out, roughly grabbing his soft dick “–belongs to me.”

You slowly stroke him a few times, enjoying the way blood starts rushing to his cock and hardening under your touch. All too avid and supplicant at your directive.

“And you don’t need to worry your pretty little head about what happens to it because that’s for me to decide. Are we clear?” you press.

He lets out a choked moan and nods.

“SAY IT.”

“It’s all yours, sweetheart,” he grinds out with effort.

“What’s mine, Joel?” you push.

“My dick. It’s yours. All yours,” he grits out when your strokes get firmer and faster. Beads of precome start to trickle freely from his swollen tip.

“Mmmmm, that’s right. Glad we could clear that up,” you chuckle humorlessly. Your hand drops lower beneath his balls, garnering a hitched breath and exhilarated stare from Joel. 

“And this little hole is mine, too,” you murmur. You swirl the pad of your middle finger over his asshole and smile when you feel it pucker inward.

Joel swallows harshly and nods in agreement. “S’yours, baby.”

You hum with delight and agreement. “Good boy.”

Joel’s cock jumps at the simple plaudit, and you’re relieved that he’s finally veering away from feeling sorry for himself. “I just love when you obey me, Joel. It means I get to take such good care of you. Give you just what you need.”

You slide off the bed and saunter lazily to your closet where all your new goodies are tucked away. You bring out the opaque plastic container you’d housed them all in after sterilizing and cleaning everything.

“What’s all that?” Joel asks, almost breathless with anticipation.

“Just a few things I picked up,” you respond coyly. “Couldn’t pass them up once I realized I could find new ways to use you.”

Joel emits a needy groan at the possessive and maddeningly vague language around what was going to happen to him at your hand today.

“I’m going to sort through a few things here, and when I turn back around you’d better be on your belly with some pillows beneath you. I want your ass UP and waiting for me.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Joel agrees in a rush. You smile to yourself when you hear his hurried repositioning. You take your time pushing things around the container, tacking a few moments onto the process just to draw out the intoxicating thrill of anticipation.

When you turn and see him splayed out for you just as you commanded, you have to stop yourself from reaching between your legs.

“You’re such a good listener when you’re weak, honey,” you needle. “Haven’t gotten off in over a week, right? So fucking pussy drunk you’ll do whatever I say, just so you can come, huh? Pretty fucking pathetic.”

“Fuck,” Joel hisses under his breath. His cock is rock hard and pressing straight down between his thighs against the pillow. He grinds it pitifully against the pillows propping him up, searching for any sort of relief.

“I’m goin’ outta my fuckin’ mind,” he grates through his teeth. He really does sound pained.

“If you don’t stop complaining, I will find something to shut you up,” you warn him flatly.

“Just fuckin’ need you, baby, please,” he grumbles with a touch more humility.

“Where do you need me, Joel?” you tease.

“Anywhere,” he groans desperately.

You crouch down behind him and run an admiring pass of your hands over his backside. You spread them apart and shoot a hot ball of spit onto the opening in between. Joel jumps and moans at the sensation, and you give him no time to process it further before sliding the flat of your tongue against the glistening wet you spit onto him.

He bucks his hips into the pillows beneath him and lets out a loud, strained moan. He already sounds completely wrecked. You lap gently, delving your tongue inside of his opening every few passes, and settle into a slow rhythm until he relaxes beneath you. You only break away to grab at Joel’s mouth and command for him to spit into your hand. He gives you everything he can gather and makes a mess of your palm. You work the slippery wet over your fingers until they’re coated.

You gently cup and massage his balls while you advance your index finger inch by delicate inch into his taut ring of muscle. You laugh quietly under your breath as you watch your digit get practically swallowed into him without any effort from you.

“Such a needy little hole,” you mock. “Didn’t realize it craved my attention this bad.”

Joel groans and shifts his hips higher for easier access.

“Talk to me, baby. I wanna know how it feels.”

“Mmm, s’g-good. Like it. You make me feel–hnn–so good,” he answers in a stilted gasp.

When you pull out just enough for your fingertip to be all that’s still inside him, Joel’s hips cant backwards towards you, chasing the fill of you. He mumbles something quietly that you don’t catch.

“Speak up,” you reprimand, laying a harsh swat to the flesh of his backside. He jerks forward and moans before repeating himself.

“Fuck – just, maybe could you … just – more?” he asks in a hushed tone.

You exhale a laugh through your nose and spit on your index and middle fingers before gliding them inside. Joel tenses slightly at the added girth, and you rub encouraging circles against the back of his thigh with your free hand.

“You look so good opening up for me like this, baby,” you coo. “I wish you could see yourself spreading around my fingers. So fucking tight, but you’re taking them so well.”

“How can I–” he grunts, cutting himself off as he tries to relax into the intrusion.

“Just breathe through it and know it makes me happy when you take my fingers like this. So proud of you when you open up for me like this.”

It takes a few minutes, but eventually Joel is taking the gentle push and pull of two fingers without any resistance. He’d only ever taken one before today, and you needed to get him more worked up if you wanted to do what you had in mind.

“God that feels fuckin’ weird but so damn good at the same time,” he huffs. 

You can’t help but smile at the hint of confusion in his voice, the mystery of the pleasure his own body holds. The pillow beneath him is smeared with dribbles of precome, and you need to back off for a moment before he comes everywhere. He makes a noise of dissent when you slide your fingers all the way out.

“As much as I love that needy little hole of yours, mine comes first,” you remind him. You wipe your hands and between his thighs with one of the towels from the shower and make your way over to the box of goodies. Joel turns on his side to watch what you have planned for him. You take out the mid sized dildo to gauge his reaction, which turns out to be an almost comical look of panic.

“Don’t get too excited, baby boy. You haven’t earned this one yet,” you tut.

You pull out a bottle of lube that was revived once a little water was added to it and squirt a small amount onto the tip. It wasn’t as big as Joel - and therefore wouldn’t be as satisfying -  but it would do for now in taking care of the throbbing feeling between your legs as well as getting Joel even more worked up and accepting of anything you gave him.

You pull your shirt up and over your head, tossing it carelessly on the floor, as you head over to the bed once more. You kick the pillows to the side and lay on your back beside Joel. He eagerly scoots closer to you and runs his hands up and down the expanse of your body.

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful. So fuckin' perfect,” he breathes.

You’ll never get over the earnest admiration in his voice when he compliments you during these quiet, shared moments. The gratitude and reverence in the lilt of his extolling makes your chest feel warm and light.

“Can I help you feel good, too?” he pleads with big eyes.

“Only because you’ve been so good for me.”

He breathes a smile and watches as you slowly insert the toy into your aching core. You sigh at the small but welcomed stretch, working it in and out with a steady rhythm. Joel’s mouth is on your hardened nipples, your neck, your earlobes, your ribcage, your clit. Anywhere and everywhere he can worship you with his mouth. It isn’t long before you’re clenching repeatedly onto the toy. Joel releases the suction of his mouth against your clit to watch the spasm of your muscles.

“God, I could watch that all fuckin’ day,” he muses, staring intently at your pussy as your orgasm starts to ebb away.

You pull the toy out and let him admire the glistening mixture of lube and your slick. You sit up slowly, with Joel mimicking the movement, and offer it to him. “Clean it.”

He quirks an eyebrow and reaches for it, presumably to take it to the bathroom to rinse it off. You grin at his misunderstanding. “With your mouth.”

Joel’s eyes narrow at you for a moment. “You really want me gaggin’ on that stupid thing and pukin’ all over your bed?” he scoffs. 

“Never said that, but if that’s what I wanted then that’s exactly what you’d be doing,” you snip sternly.

Joel’s brow pinches together in a fluid movement before returning to something more neutral. He remains silent, but you notice the way his breath has picked up with the lift and sink of his chest. It was no secret to you that Joel got off on the idea of you commanding every idea, movement, and action of his, yet somehow he still managed to be surprised sometimes by his eagerness to be dominated and subjugated by someone he trusted and knew would never actively seek to harm him.

“On your knees,” you bite. He groans but positions himself as you instructed. You stand on the bed in front of him and hold the toy between your legs, right at his eye level. “Open your mouth and lick this cock clean.”

Joel considers the toy for a moment, a flush of heat gracing his cheeks, before looking back up at you.

“Tongue out, baby boy. Don’t get shy on me now,” you taunt.

He closes his eyes and sticks a sliver of tongue out. He starts grazing a small area near the base but doesn’t seem all that enthusiastic about it.

“You keep your eyes open and on me when you’re licking my cock clean,” you snap with a forceful grab to his hair.

Joel growls at the sudden pull on his scalp but keeps his eyes opened and trained on you.

“Stick it out, wide and flat,” you instruct. Joel complies, jutting his tongue all the way out and wide open for you. “Good boy.” You thrust the toy slowly against the flat of his tongue with a rolling motion of your hips as you use his mouth to clean it. You grow impatient with the task before it’s even halfway cleaned.

“That’s good enough. I’m ready to take that little hole of yours again,” you drawl.

You ignore Joel’s excited breathing as you exchange the toy for the smaller, curved one you made sure wouldn’t be too small to fit the strap harness. It wasn’t what you wanted to see shoving in and out of Joel’s asshole, but you had to start somewhere.

“On your belly, just like before,” you call over your shoulder.

You hear the rustling of Joel positioning himself, eager to please and eager to see what you’re gifting him with next. In the months you’d been exploring this dynamic together, you’d found that Joel liked a constant barrage of unknowns you’d throw at him, only to safely guide him to the other side of it where he’d be trying to catch his breath after being catapulted into yet another overwhelming, blissful climax. There was a thrill to it now for him, one that he hadn’t embraced at first. You can only hope he doesn’t fight you too hard on this one.

You quickly fasten the harness around your waist and legs and attach the small, curved dildo to it. You grab the bottle of lube to take with you back to bed. You spread Joel apart and dribble a cold stream of it onto him, letting it slither down to his hole that’s begging to be filled with you. Your index and middle fingers slide in without resistance. He was so worked up from everything that he was just about ready to take what you had for him.

“Roll over.”

Joel obeys, and you watch with stifled delight as he takes in your get up. His eyes snap up to yours with uncertainty.

“Knees up.”

Joel slowly draws his heels onto the edge of the bed and removes one of the pillows underneath his hips. When you stroke some lube up and down the small toy, something seems to snap in him. He huffs a sigh and drops an arm over his face.

“Joel, you need to use your words if this is something you don’t want,” you assert slowly and firmly. “You know how this works by now. You can’t expect me to know every little thought you have. If you want this to stop, it stops, but you have to tell me.”

“I know that. It’s not that. I trust you, I do–” he sighs, lifting his arm from his face and resting it above his head, “–I’ve just never done this shit before, alright? I’m tryna enjoy it, but that’s kinda hard to do when I’m wonderin’ if I’m gonna be shittin’ weird for the next week or somethin’.”

You suppress the urge to roll your eyes. You wanted to tell him you’ve taken much bigger without any life-altering results, but you know it would only get the conversation incredibly off course.

“Have I ever hurt you, Joel?” you level at him.

He lets out a deep breath after a moment. “No.”

“Do you think I’d take advantage of this thing we’ve got?”

He shakes his head thoughtfully. “No.”

“I’m going to ignore the fact that you’re not referring to me correctly because I know you’re distracted, okay? But you need to trust me if this is going to work. So, you need to decide if you trust me to make you feel good and to take care of you how you need.”

Joel locks eyes with you and nods. “Okay. I trust you.”

“Good. Now put your fucking knees up and say thank you.”

“Yes, ma’am. Thank you,” Joel obliges.

You grab the base of the toy and guide the tip of it right to his rim. You slowly push inside, studying Joel’s face for any sign of pain. 

“You’re opening up so good for me,” you praise as your gaze settles onto the toy already halfway inside.

“PLEASE CAN I FUCKIN’ TOUCH MY DICK,” Joel chokes out in a gasp.

“Go ahead, baby,” you answer calmly.

Joel grabs his rigid length and strokes himself vigorously. His eyes roll to the back of his head when you push the toy inside him all the way to the hilt. When you draw back out, a broken moan catches in his throat. You watch the pace of his hand up and down his length and mimic the same rhythm. It’s not long before he realizes you’re matching his movements, and his brow tightens and releases with the realization and acceptance of this novel pleasure. 

“There you go. Just how you like it,” you coax softly. You smile as his eagerness intensifies. You love to watch him catch onto things, make these small discoveries about himself. This is a bigger leap than you’ve taken before - and maybe he still needs to be in control somewhat - but that spark of hunger you’ve ignited in him will only grow. You know one day soon he’ll be begging for you to fill him up with the biggest toy you’ve got while he’s on all fours.

You lean down for a moment to give him a slow, gentle kiss. You pull back slightly, rubbing your nose against his for a moment.

“Joel, what happens here - between us - it’s safe. So you can say what you’re dying to say. I see it all over your face how much you want to.”

You pull up and resume the steady thrusting motion from before. Joel’s hands grip the sheets in hard fists by his sides.

“You can say it, Joel. Tell me how much you love getting your tight, needy hole fucked by my cock,” you urge.

“Hrrmmpphh-fuck!–yesss–hnnffff,” he pants. Sweat is gathering in glimmering beads along his hairline and forehead.

“You’ve got such a greedy little hole for me to fuck, don’t you?”

“Gahh–AGH—YES,” he croaks. He’s starting to writhe underneath you. You wrap your hands over his hip bones and thrust harder.

“You know I wanna hear you say it, baby.”

“I–GOD, fuck yes–please,” Joel pants. “I fuckin’ have a — god dammit, such a - have such a greedy little hole I want you to fuck.”

“Yeah, you do, huh?” you chuckle. “I love watching how well you take it. You take my cock so well, Joel. You were just made for me to use.”

“Feels so fuckin’ good, honey,” he moans as you pick up the pace.

The muscles in his stomach begin to tense up, and you watch as it dawns on Joel that he’s coming. His mouth stretches open to a silent scream as his hands fly over top of yours, squeezing and grabbing for something to keep hold of him.

“Oh, fuck yeah. There we go,” you laud as you watch heavy beads of semi-clear white spend dribble from his angry, red tip. 

You fuck him through it, tilting his hips up when they drop so you can keep nudging against his prostate. When you pull out of him, he’s still coming down from what you can only assume is his first prostate orgasm. Just in case he could ever forget how good you make him feel, you want to add on one final novelty.

“Hands and knees,” you instruct coolly.

“I-I can’t,” Joel exhales heavily.

“Hands and knees or it’s two weeks without coming.”

As expected, Joel complies to avoid the punishment. You squirt more lube onto the toy and settle on your back beneath him, once again moving the pillows out of the way with a quick kick. Before you can give him his next instruction, Joel’s mouth is on yours with a heavy, impassioned kiss.

He groans into your mouth, sucking and licking into it as if the oxygen from your lungs is all the air that he has in order to breathe. The intensity and undeniable intimacy of it catches you off guard, and you quickly fall into the movements of his tongue against yours.

Joel pulls away, breathing fast and heavy, with a look of complete deference. “Tell me what you want me to do, baby. Anything. Anything for you. Just tell me, and I’ll do it.”

“Sit on my cock,” you pant, out of breath from the kiss.

Joel clumsily lines himself up with the toy and sinks onto it with a heavy groan.

“Fuck yourself with my cock, and you can come all over these pretty tits,” you goad.

Joel starts jerking himself and grabbing at your breasts. You caress and stroke his balls. He awkwardly rolls his hips until he finds something that works for him, settling on a slow, deep grind. His face quickly contorts to one of imminent release.

“Such a good fucking boy for me today, Joel. So good for me. You wanna come all over my tits, baby? Make me all messy with your come? Give me something to taste?” you ask in a sickly sweet voice.

“FUCK, yeah–yes, baby, fuck yeah I do, so fuckin’ bad,” he rasps.

You take a free hand to pinch one of his nipples, and he jerks forward with a moan. You watch the small space where he lifts himself from the toy as he grinds against it.

“Keep going. Taking my cock so good. You look so perfect spreading open for me like that,” you spur him on.

You keep a steady, massaging motion on his balls as you open your mouth wide for him. You make a playful, teasing moaning noise beneath him, wordlessly begging for him to come all over you.

Joel’s hips stutter with a hitched whimper as hot white ropes start to erupt all over your chest and face. He falters forward, catching himself with his free hand against the mattress at the last moment.

“FUCK! Got my fuckin’–christ almi–FUCK,” he groans as the last bit of his spend lands with a soft splat onto your belly.

He lifts himself off the toy and slumps into a heap halfway over your body. He doesn’t seem to notice or care about the feeling of his come spreading against his skin where his weight bears into you. He slowly catches his breath and opens his eyes to meet yours. You wait, watching him with a satisfied smile. His face is relaxed and open. The grooves and lines of stress and upset are no longer as prominent as they’d been when he first arrived.

He drags a thumb through a half-crusted glob of his spend drying against your cheek and brings it to your lips. You open your mouth and suck on it. He scrapes and feeds you the rest of his release from your neck and face. You smile contentedly at the look of sleepy wonder he has for you.

“Don’t know what I did before you,” he muses in a soft hush.

You lean in with a gentle kiss, letting him taste himself on your tongue for a moment, and pull back. “You know we have to get a shower again, right?”

He shuts his eyes and grumbles. “You’re gonna make me use lotion again, aren’t you?”

“Absolutely,” you laugh as you pull him into a tight embrace.

This is not the last of Joel getting pegged, so please don't fret. Just wanted to explore the *~first time~* for him. Please trust I have every intention of this man getting his cheeks clapped hahaha.

Title is from Pablo Neruda:

I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,    or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:    I love you as one loves certain obscure things,    secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

catch ya later, ♥Puddles♥

tagging if you requested pegging or if I feel that you are spiritually aligned with Joel Miller getting pegged:

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[wanderlust-in-my-soul]

10 BL Boys That I Want "Carnally"

aka The Horny List

I was tagged by @my-rose-tinted-glasses @twig-tea @rocketturtle4 and @nieves-de-sugui 🤍 Thank you so much! And sorry I am late to the game! I am lying down with a cold right now... what means I had a little time to think about this list and to respect my own weak heart for bad boys and puppy guys... The heart wants what the heart wants...

Starting the list with one of the softest and warmest bad boys out there right now:

Mhok from Last Twilight

He stole my heart from the beginning and never gave it back. I guess he will keep it for eternity. And that is totally fine! He has the biggest heart and is the biggest green flag disguised as a red flag that is walking the bl-world right now. I love how he looks at Day, how he takes care for him and how he slowly fell for him.

I guess the second one doesn't come as a surprise when you look at my profle pic:

Boeing from Only Friends

He is just sex on a stick and I am still mad that he got introduced so late into the show. He would have been so much fun to watch destroying the whole "friend group" piece by piece. I would have watched such a show. Well I guess I would watch a show in which he just leans out of the pool like that for 40 minutes straight and I wouldn't be mad...

On third we have our first couple, because one doesn't work without the other:

DongWook and DoHyun from A Breeze Of Love

I was so freaking happy seeing those two wanting each other. Those two were in love with each other, not just on an emotional level but on a physical level attracted to each other and the series didn't hide it! It is my favorite bl of this year and the mutual attraction played into it. And those two are just two lost puppies who wants to love and be loved and urgh! I love them!

Going on to an old crush of mine:

Forth from 2 Moons 2

Yes, it is mostly Pavel, but I really liked this soft bad boy with this rascal hair cut and the tattoos. I loved his whole character and yes in the end I am just a weak girl, because look at him!

One character I wish I could drag out of the screen and keep as my own little prince of his stupid white horse:

Yai from I Feel You Linger In The Air

He is one of the prettiest men I ever saw and his puppy eyes with which he is looking at Jom and the soft voice whenever he says his name were making me weak in the knees. He is a total romantic and just wants to love and be loved in return. He is the perfect gentleman and loyal till the end. He needs a strong partner at his side to be the best version of himself and when he dances, the whole world stops for a moment.

Coming to a very much new pic for me and it is a pairing again:

Naoki and Yamashiro from Kiss x Kiss x Kiss: Love ii Shower

I mean Naoki looked like a greek god and Yamashiro was just so sensual in this short episode. I have to confess, I couldn't find a version with subtitles, so I don't know exactly what they were talking about, but in the end, did I really care that much, especially when they started using a language I could understand very good? No, not really. Sometimes I just like looking at beautiful people kissing each other.

One of my long-lasting loves:

Mark from Love Mechanics

I adore War. I love him so much and I am going feral when Jack & Joker really comes real next year. He has one of the best faces out there. He looks good crying and being evil and of course laughing. And Mark was such a lost puppy prick and Vee treated him really shitty for most of the times, but because I love Vee too, I can't be too hard on him. But Mark, I want to give him a hug... everytime all the time!

And on we go with another recent catch for my eyes:

Phaya from The Sign

He is such a flirt and he makes it very clear that he likes Tharn and I love that for us. He is one of the people I want to be hold in their arms just like Tharn here. I can't wait for those two to finally give in to their feelings! And for the mystical plot to unfold itself more, because I really want to know what is going on! And I want those two to save each other.

The next one is called Papi Chulo on TikTok and I can see why:

Sailom from Wedding Plan

The series might not be the best one out there and Papi Chulo might be frustrating for some people, but I loved them both! Lom is such a treat and for most of the times I understand why he acted like he did. And after he came clean with Namnuea he was the best boyfriend/fiancé. And he has one of the best smiles out there and such a cute mole!

Closing this list with the one character I am going feral at the moment whenever he is on screen:

Prom from Playboyy

He has this pure lust in his eyes whenever he looks at Nont and I love it. I don't know if I would trust Prom, but be sure if this man wants to put on a mask and punish me in his basement I would let him... He is one of my guilty pleasures right now and I would watch the series just for him and his fucked up relationship with Nont.

This was fun! I am so late to the game, I am not tagging anyone, because I know many have done it already and I don't want to double tag :) But if you see this and want to do it yourself, feel free to make your own list and tag me, so I can have a look at your picks 😊

[holdmytesseract]

Lost

Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader

Summary: Daryl isn't the same since the incident at the bridge. He rather searches in the woods for his brother, than staying in Alexandria. He needs space - and you respect that. But when you visit him, all your dreams and hopes come crashing down at what you stumble upon...

Warnings: usual TWD stuff, some swear words, mentions of cheating? angst, kinda sad

Set in Season 10!

Word Count: 2,6k

a/n: Finally I made it to write another Daryl oneshot! Yay! 😁 I watched episode 18 of season 10 and well... Got this idea - and it turned out to be kinda sad, honestly... 🙈 I hope you enjoy it! Also, sorry to all the Leah fans out there! 🙈

Tagging: @in-this-minute @thefemininemystiquee @hotgirlsshareaccounts @azanoni @lokisgoodgirl

If you want to be added to my Daryl taglist, please let me know!

MASTERLIST ǁ PART TWO

The sun was about to set, when you saw the walls of the Kingdom appear in the distance. You stopped the beautiful brown horse you sat upon, just for a moment to watch the orange-reddish sun go down and get replaced by the moon. You'd never get tired of watching sunsets... Never. Not even in a world like this. Unfortunately got your moment of peace and silence interrupted by an all too familiar groan and snarl, followed by the sound of heavy steps through the high grass. You sighed and looked to your left, seeing a single walker making its way over to you. He was not quite fast, due to the fact that his right leg was almost completely sliced up. Anyways, it was time to go. "Come on, buddy." You gently nudged the horse's side with your legs, causing the strong animal to start walking again. Leaving the lonely walker easily behind yourself, you made your way to the gates of the Kingdom, which got immediately opened for you to ride in. "Hey, Y/N." Dianne greeted you with a small smile. "Dianne." You nodded at her, smiling as well. "Carol is already waiting for you in the cinema." The archer said, as you descended from your horse. "Thought so." "Go, meet her. I'll take care of this one." Dianne said, patting the animal's neck with one hand and taking the rein in her other hand. You gave her another nod. "Thanks." You expected to be already awaited by Carol, since you promised her to be here by noon. Well... Nightfall wasn't exactly noon. Unfortunately, there were a few things who got in the way and - let's say you got a bit... distracted as well.

"Carol, hey." You greeted her, walking down the aisle between the rows of seats, direction stage. "Y/N! Finally!" She stormed towards you immediately, "I already was afraid that something might've happened to you!" and hugged you tightly. "'M sorry, Carol. There were a few walker incidents and... other things I came across."

You had made the journey from Alexandria to the Kingdom, because you promised your friends to help them with their problems. The Kingdom was more than less falling apart so slowly. Especially the old, rusty and brittle pipe system worried the people. As chance would have it, your dad had been a plumber and you learned how to forge in Hilltop from Earl almost a year ago, so...

"Other things you came across?" Your friend, which whom you've known for years now asked with a raised eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest. "What is that supposed to mean?" "Well, um-" "No, no, wait a second... I know that face." She said, starting to smirk, "Is this 'other thing you came across' coincidentally named Daryl?" and wiggling her eyebrows.

Carol knew, of course, just like your other closest friends, that you and Daryl basically were a thing. You were already living in Alexandria, when Rick and his group joined the community. The strong and tough, yet shy and loyal archer caught your sight immediately; harbouring a schoolgirl crush on him since then. It only got worse when he taught you how to fight, after the Wolves attacked and the big herd of walkers, flooding through the gates of Alexandria. Someway, somehow you managed to get closer to him, tearing down these walls he had built around him. You took it slow, gave him all the time he needed; taking step after step - and well... At some point you kind of just... got together. He was the man you never knew you needed in your life – and suddenly there he was. The man you never thought you were going to find, and due to the end of the world, did.

A sad sigh left your lips, as you hung your head and shook it. "No... I wish it would've been like this... I haven't seen him in weeks - months..." "I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't know, I..." You shook your head once again and looked up to meet Carol's eyes. "No, don't worry. It's alright." She saw of course the tears, which had started to gather in your eyes and placed immediately a hand on your shoulder. "It clearly isn't. Come." Carol nodded towards the seats and guided you over, where you two sat down in the first row. "Spill it. What happened?" You took a deep breath and rested your head in your hands. "Nothing particularly, I... I don't know. It's just... I'm afraid I might lose him. Since Rick's death, he distanced himself. You know what I'm talking about..." Carol's face held a compassionate, yet sad gaze as she nodded. "I understand that. Gods, I never could not understand it. He lost his brother that day. A part of his family - of his history. I know that he had to do this... Go out there, live in the woods and search for Rick, but... That was almost two years ago." You said with a sigh. "I miss him, Carol. I miss spending time with him. I miss going out to hunt with him. I miss driving around with him on his bike. I miss him, sleeping next me. I feel so cold at night. So lonely. I miss his presence, his attention, his warm embraces... I miss how he used to kiss me; how he used to hold me after we..." You trailed off, as you realised what you were going to say. Not that you didn't trust your friend, but you didn't want to spill the secrets of your more intimate interactions with Daryl. "You know..." You just said instead, lowering your head again, fumbling with your fingers.

Once more you felt the gentle touch of the woman's hand on your shoulder. "I know, Y/N... I know what you mean. I noticed it as well. He shuts himself more and more off." She stated with a sad tone in her voice. If someone knew, then it was Carol. After all, she and Daryl were the definition of best friends. "I would just join him, you know... Living with him in the woods, probably search for a sweet, little hut to live there, but I know that he wouldn't want this. I know that he needs space and time to heal the gaping wound Rick left behind. He needs - wants to do this alone. And besides, he wouldn't want me to risk my life. He feels better when I'm behind the safe walls of Alexandria, so..." You paused for a short moment. "I let him be. I have no other choice. It just scares the shit outta me, you know. I often find myself laying awake at night, thinking that something could happen to him out there. What if he gets himself hurt or attacked by a herd of walkers? Or God forbid, what if he comes across bad people and gets killed? What if he dies? I am afraid I might lose him - no..." You felt a tear running down your cheek. "I'm afraid I already lost him..." Carol had been quiet until now, listened closely and patiently what you clearly had to get off your chest. "Y/N... I understand your fears and worries, but we both know that Daryl is a survivor. If someone can survive out there alone, it's him." Then she reached for your hand, took it in hers and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "And I can assure you that you didn't lose him. Every time I visit him, all he does is asking about you. Asks how you are and what you've been up to lately. He wants to make sure that you are safe and healthy. And every time I tell him about you, I can see how his face lights up and how that soft, rare smile appears on his face. I can see the love in his eyes, Y/N. He's never lost it. Never." You sobbed at her words, wiping away the tears and feeling your heart ache for the man you learned to love so much. "R-Really?" She gave you a small smile, nodding. "Really." You couldn't help but to break out into a smile as well. Daryl was still here - and he still loved you and cared about you. "Do you... Do you know where he is? Last time I wanted to visit him at his old place, he was gone... I-I gotta see him." Your friend nodded. "I just saw him last week. I know where he is." Carol showed you on a map, where the river was located, at which Daryl was currently staying at. "Thank you, Carol." She smiled at you. "Of course, Y/N. Can't let my favourite couple just split apart, can I? But don't tell him I was the one who told you. You know that he just wants you to be safe." A soft giggle left your lips, "Promise." before you both made your way towards the Kingdom's pipe problem, taking a look at the damage.

On the next morning, you were beginning to work on fixing the problem, together with a few other members of the Kingdom. Thoughts were running wildly through your head; heart thudding against your ribcage, as you worked on the old, unstable pipe system to somehow get it fixed - but you just couldn't concentrate. The fact that you were now able to see him again sent your body and feelings into overdrive. You couldn't wait to feel his callous, but gentle hands enveloping yours. You couldn't wait to wrap your arms around his strong, broad body. You couldn't wait to taste his lips with yours again and hopefully just dive into the depths of the love you shared with him. All you could think about was him - which you got punished for. "Ouch!" You yelped, as the hammer didn't come down on the metal, but on your thumb. You hissed and let go of the piece of metal and took a look at the damage. "Y/N?! Everything alright?!" Carol's voice urged to your ears, from around the corner. "Yeah, fine!" You called out, reassuring her. "Just accidentally hit my thumb." "You sure?" "Yeah!"

Unfortunately, this wasn't the only 'incident' that happened to you that day. You just weren't able to focus on the task ahead... "Y/N, I think you should stop working for today."  Carol stated, approaching you with her arms crossed over her chest. "But I-" "No." She shook her head interrupting you and shaking her head. "You are absent-minded. So slowly I'm afraid you are really going to hurt yourself badly - or damage the already damaged pipes even more, so..." You looked at her, eyes fill with sorrow. You already wanted to apologise and tell her, that you'd try to focus now, but Carol was faster. "Go to him." She said, a smile spread over her face. You blinked. "B-But... I promised to help you..." "Yes, but not in the moment. I know you want to see Daryl, so go, have a wonderful night with him and come back to help us. Deal?" You breathed out a soft laugh, nodding. "Deal." You grabbed your things and Carol's map; and immediately went to the stables to get your horse. Securing your knives to your belt and slinging your bow and arrows over your shoulder, you sat up on the brown stallion. "Let's go, find him." The guards on the gates let you out, closing the steel 'door' behind you.

As fast as possible you rode towards the river, navigating through the woods. It was another thing you learned from Daryl. Using maps correctly - and in that moment, you were more than just grateful that he taught you that.

When you saw a tent appearing in distance and something that looked like a mini camp, you descended from the horse and decided to walk the last distance. You could clearly tell that it was Daryl's camp, what caused your lips to curl into a bright smile. You quickened your steps, impatient on seeing him finally again. You could already hear that deep, gruff southern voice of his, making your heart beat faster. You didn't waste a thought on who he was talking to. Why would you? Your brain was clouded with sheer happiness and utter joy to see your man again. But then you reached the mini camp - and suddenly that thought you discarded mere seconds ago came back to you and hit you harder than a bullet ever could. Daryl sat by the river, surrounded by colourful leaves, which had fallen from the trees. His angel-winged vest seemed like to shimmer in the warm autumn sun. He had his arms wrapped around his legs; gaze directed on the quiet and peaceful river - but he wasn't alone. A woman with light brown hair was sitting next to him. She was laughing and smiling and to you, they seemed to be pretty close. Like in a trance, you took a few cautious steps forward, like you hadn't seen enough already. Like your heart wasn't about to break any second.

You witnessed with tears in your eyes, how the woman placed a hand on his shoulder and leaned closer to peck his cheek. In that moment, you felt how your heart clattered to the ground, shattering into a million pieces. You couldn't believe this. You never thought Daryl was the type to cheat, but well... Apparently you were wrong about this - about him.

Sure, you could've just left without a single word, but the disappointment and anger you felt inside you wouldn't have it. "So that's what you've been doing all those months, distancing yourself from me. I see..." You spoke up, desperately trying to sound cold and hiding the quiver in your voice. Your words caught immediately both their attention, of course, causing them to spin around to face you. While you could clearly see all the colour draining from Daryl's face in shock, was the woman looking at you confused. "Y/N..." Your name on his lips sounded suddenly so utterly wrong... Before you knew it, the man literally jumped to his feet, already making his way over to you, his heavy boots hitting the wooden ground. "Y/N, 'm sorry, this... This isn't how it looks, gods, I swear, I..." He tried to desperately explain himself, but the damage was done. For you, it was more than clear. You had connected the dots. Daryl reached for you, placed his hands gently on your arms, but you flinched away from his touch, "D-Don't..." and took a few steps backwards. Panic flashed in his blue eyes. "I-I have seen enough a-and now I really know why you s-shut yourself off." With those words you turned around to leave. You hadn't the strength to look at him - or her for even a minute longer. Daryl came of course after you, once again tried to explain everything and apologise, but the lot of his words never reached you. You felt like numbed; only acting on instinct. "Y/N, please..." You ignored him and sat on your horse. "I-I love ya!" Daryl said, clearly desperate. The words stung in your heart. "Really? Doesn't seem like it." You answered, tears blurring your vision, before you gently nudged the sides of the stallion. "Y/N!" He called your name once again, but without looking back, you rode away.

You didn't hear the heart-breaking scream, which left Daryl's lips. "Goddamit!" Why was he such a damn idiot? The archer asked himself, on the verge of breaking down. Once again, he fucked everything up. Once again, he made a mistake, which caused him to lose the only good thing in his life. The woman he loved so much.

a/n: Perhaps there is going to be a part 2? 👀

[scienceoftheidiot]

There is something to be said about realising it's Halloween right when the moon rises and you're alone with your damned sick horse on a forest path surrounded by very meh neighbourhoods with absolutely no light and a dying battery on your cellphone (hence no light). And you have to walk 2km like that.

I managed, hopefully I know the way by heart and I have very good orientation skills. Didn't doubt once. Didn't trip. And Indigo was chill and willing to follow. At least there's that.

That was my evening

The horse is now fine (??? Is he though??? No way to know) and alone in a stall and he hates to be alone in a stall and that makes him very UN-chill and I couldn't stay there with him for reasons and I wouldn't and if I go now it'll stress him out more when he probably has calmed down but I don't know about that but now I feel guilty about it all and no please don't come and talk to me about it I have been trying to make up my mind about going or not for 5 hours now and I have had the time to repaint two damned walls and have a meltdown and I'm considering cleaning the living room

It's 1:07am

Yay

(of course this all happens when my husband is at the other side of the country BECAUSE OF COURSE)(GOTTA BE AN ADULT ALL BY MYSELF YAY)

[coquelicoq]

raksura for the ask meme?

YAY

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most) moon was designed in a lab to appeal to me personally, so. it's about the trust issues!

scrunkly (my "baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped) the sky copper clutch!! traumatized children imprinting on a guy with baby fever is usually what i go to fanfic for so to have it right there in canon? incredible. i love all of frost's little tantrums and idk, just the way that she claims moon as her family in a way that has nothing to do with court politics? she's like, we're your clutch, obviously. and this is our court because it's your court, and all the other jabronis who live here are on thin ice. she's ready to throw down with moon's wife/the government at all hours of the day and she's like six years old. i love that moon has that energy in his life even though he personally is pretty confused and exhausted by it lol.

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave) it's hard out here for an ember stan because he is in so few scenes relative to the space he occupies in my psyche! i need 5000% more interactions between him and moon. him and stone. him and shade. him and river. him and the teachers. him and the clutches. him and jade and balm and chime. oh my god him and malachite? him and celadon? him and delin??

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week) niran. i'm always up for a "longsuffering ship captain resigns himself to another restless night of hearing gigantic shapeshifters with incredible stamina fuck nasty on the roof of his cabin" moment. technically i have never been in that exact situation, but i feel like i can relate.

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave) river who is CLASSIC poor little meow meow territory like yes his whole personality is being a grade A asshole and sure he tries to kill my blorbo a few times, but once you get to know him he's so sad and pathetic that i'm kind of like okay where can i sign up to defend him from the largely factual aspersions of his dozens of quite frankly justified haters? he'd hate that. the good shit 👌

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason) stone. every time he crankily says "why did i ever reproduce" upon finding himself entangled in yet another ridiculous clusterfuck thanks to one of his hundreds of idiot great-great-great-great-great grandchildren, an angel gets its wings. he's depressed and antisocial but he can't totally check out because he has to mediate relationship issues between his dumbass relatives. love that for him.

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell) malachite but specifically because malachite would not be scared of superhell. she'd skulk around being invisible, maybe fuck some shit up if she felt like it, and leave when she got bored. she probably makes it like. opal night's sister city or something. and nobody in the court is at all phased. yeah that's our reigning queen who recently got back from vacation in superhell. she does that. she says it's relaxing.

[feekins]

ok I read and got the pics for this yesterday but then Depression happened but I'm better now so HERE WE GO. thoughts and things as I re-read ch 2 of Trigun Maximum vol 1.

(NOTE: I'm reading the Dark Horse [physical] and the Overhaul [online] translations side-by-side)

...hrm. after the first two pages of the chapter, the Overhaul is missing 4 consecutive ones. I tried opening them individually in their own tabs, and I kept getting 404 errors. that's annoying...

...but omg. these two. have only known each other for like, maybe 48 hours at this point. and they're bickering like they've been married for 20-30 years.

✨️chem✨️is✨️try✨️

anyway, the Overhaul picks back up when Wolfwood's telling Vash about all the residents of Carcasas just disappearing, and......oh. oh shit, I just realized something. in Trigun vol 1 ch 8 (in the Overhaul translation), BDN specifically says this about Lost July:

"The place was completely destroyed. Everybody gone. But ain't nobody found no corpses."

thinking about it this read-through, that detail of no bodies being found at EITHER of the incidents either twin was involved in brings to mind Hiroshima shadows... 😬

continuing on with Wolfwood's retelling of the incident in Carcasas, I find this translation discrepancy interesting: Dark Horse has Wolfwood saying "The search parties didn't turn up a man, woman, or child." the Overhaul, meanwhile, has "The federation search party didn't find a man, woman, nor child." I don't recall Dark Horse ever mentioning the federation? I'm assuming it's the federation of 7 cities, or some similar governing body like what's mentioned in tristamp. yay manga detail I didn't have before! ty Overhaul! 😁

and here we see that the majestic Millions Knives has found his place among the ranks of Trigun's more dramatic Mad Max-looking motherfuckers...

(/affectionate) (/David Attenborough voice)

(Dark Horse on left, Overhaul on right)

differences in wording, whatever - but "debt to settle" and "score to settle" don't mean the same thing. to settle a debt has to do with paying off something owed. to settle a score is to take revenge.

this next thing, on the other hand, is the same in both translations, but...this re-read, it hits different: in that flashback, Granny tells Eriks "It's okay. As long as you're here, you're safe." as a teenager, what struck me was how they don't know who or what Eriks is at the time. now, as an adult...and considering Fifth Moon's SA allegory (Trigun vol 2)...it's simultaneously a sweeter and more heartbreaking sentiment. thinking about what must've been going through Vash's head when Granny said that... 🥺

(Dark Horse on top, Overhaul on bottom)

...interesting translation discrepancy here...

and then, when Mr. Scrungly McMohawk comes in on the next page...idk, the translation discrepancies there aren't bad, but they amuse me 😆 Dark Horse has him coming in like "Well, well, well! It's the lil' doggy-kun! What a pleasure! Remember me? I'm the badass!" meanwhile, the Overhaul has "Well, well, well! If it ain't the lil' doggy! What a pleasure! Remember me? You better!"

and then Vash kicks the gotdamn cannonball and...

so. fking. married.

Wolfwood's so unsurprised and so unimpressed 🤣

context-altering translation discrepancies. the Overhaul's, once again, is deeper and more heartfelt imo. it also illustrates the way those whom Vash is close to pick up on his other-ness - not in a bad way, just. they notice.

subtle difference here, but still notable to me

...and this entire page - the entire scene of Vash getting his hair cut - is so. heavy. for me. as a Native American. I didn't grow up around my tribe (lmao it's complicated), so I didn't know this on my first read-through, so. that's why it's just hitting me now. this is the first time I've thought about this scene in this way.

when someone close to us dies, a traditional practice for us (and other tribes, I believe) is to cut our hair. in doing so, we're...not necessarily "letting go" of the past or that particular person? but it's a way of processing/coping with the grief. our hair is symbolic of our life, our lived experiences, our memories - so when we cut our hair, it's because it's so painful to live with them. there's more to it than that, and others could prolly explain it better, but that's my understanding of the tradition in a nutshell.

anyway. I read this scene, and I thought...this is Vash laying Eriks to rest and making himself move forward. of course, I don't think you have to be Native American to have that perspective. I'm feeling a deeper, additional piece to it, though, even though it's not part of the memories we're shown: the last time Vash would've gotten his hair cut would've been before Fifth Moon, so in cutting it now, Vash is cutting that off, too. of course he still has trauma from it, but he's grieving and also choosing to move forward from that mental place at that time, as well - which is great, but still so heavy.

so. yeah. 😞

translation discrepancies affecting tone - it rly does make the Overhaul Vash seem softer to me 💕

[sayyourprayers]

Do people even know what NDA even is? Some fans seem to be beating the death horse to come up with excuses atp. Like sorry but Argyle not returning is hardly surprising at all, especially considering ST's history and record of their treatment of POC. Like... guys, please face the reality, lol. Eduardo doesn't need to try to 'hide' his return. That's just not how NDA works, because you know, Argyle returning wouldn't be a spoiler or a big thing to hide. This is not some 'Will or won't Eddie come back, let's test Joe Quinn' type of shit or a mystery.

Also just what part of ST has successfully stayed a secret? If it's not the heavy-handed marketing, it's the "leaks" from production and if not that then stupid af cast members who dunno when to shut up. Imagine being so far up the dbros arse that you're basically seeing through their eyes. And yet the explanation you come up with is er....... NDAs.

Lemme disclose something to you fucks of the fandom, sometimes silence is golden. Y'all showing your asses. This show has repeatedly tokenised POC and it's not even some expectation of do better honestly. Cuz don't - your vision and shit. But also my vision. N I see. N I see this lazy shit. There's many accounts in that there's more than 1 account ( just mine and also mine along with others') that has posted about this stuff and/or ranted about it but the silence and sometimes the not silence has completely cemented the fact that the DBros know their fandom. N it's Tumblr so gay love yay. But beyond that this fandom is quite stereotypical and traditionalist in the more worse sense of those terms.

Y'all are the GA y'all loathe. Some of the RBs on those posts and I remember clearly who said what were so..... Well let's say I didn't appreciate them mooning on my dash. Glad to be out of service. But it's a certain crowd. N that's kinda expected. So not suprised where it's coming from. But just that it's coming at all.

I mean they didn't address Bob's death or did that with Kali. So hey sometimes white characters also get fucked over. Why not use that as a defense? But that would be admitting to bad writing. Totally such a very most toughest choice to choose to defend between the writing and the racism. So tough. God bless.

[s1ithers]

stolen throne screed. trying to reserve judgment in case this is going somewhere, but good god why'd they make maric such a dweeb. it's killing me. i have to talk shit.

this is such a bizarre character introduction, i can't tell how we're meant to take it. he's the son of a rebel queen growing up on the run with this guerilla army, but he treats it like his mom's boring job. he knows fuckall. when people declare fealty to him he doesn't know what to say. this guy who's been a prince all his life doesn't have (1) appropriate stock response drilled into him. he barely remembers how to knight a guy. he can't ride a horse. ask him anything about the war he's like wuhhh idk, mom does all that. sucks we have to march so much :(

like i hate him? his (mother's) followers are described as ragged & starving for this cause. our man cannot be bothered. i hate him so much

sure, 'hapless idiot = Relatable(tm)' is....a school....of protagonist design. 'naive young hero grows into leadership role' is a time-honored arc. but what hits so weird is the lack of splashover from this to the rest of the world, fine & good to make your protag a spoiled little shit but where's the in-universe logic for why he's like this?

moira is set up as a great queen and so far it seems like we're meant to take this description at face value. so this great ruler, whose goal is specifically the restoration of her bloodline to the throne, just couldn't be bothered to train her heir to even the most basic level. so the queen's characterization starts to fall apart. which makes the dedication of her followers less convincing. so you get this chain reaction of characterization issues that hollows out the whole thing

or maybe the queen intentionally sheltered her son to the point of uselessness for (???) reasons, which you'd think would take serious effort considering he grew up literally in army camps shoulder to shoulder with hardened guerrillas who're suffering all these hardships & risking their lives & apparently cool with the grownass adult prince mooning around just like, plugged into his gameboy in the back seat. which would set up an interesting dynamic! if it felt like the book was doing it on purpose. if that turns out to be the case i'll eat this post lol

but it's like, 'feckless princeling' is a type, and 'beloved warrior queen' is a type, and 'scrappy rebel army,' and they're all just sort of plucked out of the genre bag without much thought for how they interact or what meaning they create when juxtaposed yknow. and i feel like so often when the writing in DA falls down for me, it's because of this, the narrative locks into treating a character as the type or genre figure they represent, rather than respond to what they actually do or how they're situated in diegetic context

gamlen might be the ur-example of this to me. he absolutely got shafted by their parents. it's 100% fair to ask your relatives who've been crashing in your shitty apartment for a year to help out with rent and food. but he's designated Surly Deadbeat Uncle so he's not allowed to have a point. anders is the healer, what does he do in his free time? eh, he heals. running a nonprofit clinic for 7 years has no bearing on his role as the Preachy SJW Friend. it's writ large in da:i

it breaks the illusion of a living world bc background characters aren't allowed to react authentically. they have to look at this dipshit and be like ~ yay our beloved prince :) ~ they're just narrative puppets. it cheapens the MCs for obvious reasons

it's interesting bc da:o is so consciously built around inverting genre tropes and how that carries forward or doesn't as the series goes on. what gets identified as a Trope for that treatment and what seems to go unexamined

i think TST is suffering from the franchise's awkward genre transition. it sets up a story about rebellion & occupation, i went in wanting/expecting... obviously not realism, but at least as heavy stakes as da:o mostly tried to orient itself around. but maric (& rowan) feel more like characters from d&d-type light fantasy where that kind of thing really is meant to be a backdrop for the player characters to romp around in

AND. also from the series' long-running weirdness about what it is exactly the nobility are and do. but i think i've hit my daily word limit for bitching about DA lol

[got-that-oh-i-mean]

Thoughts while listening to TTPD: The Anthology for the first time

The Black Dog: Too relatable of a post breakup song. Oh no, her voice shaking at the end is so sad.

imgonnagetyouback: again with the marriage theme. so this is the bargaining phase of the breakup mourning? The stripped back part is impactful, I like it.

The Albatross: evermore vibesss!! Idk how but the rhythm of the background instruments in the chorus feels like a large bird flapping its wings, very well done.

Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus: hey my name is in there! hey Maroon! hey White Horse!

How Did It End?: Yay we're invited to a funeral. "We must know, how did it end?" feels like a fan's perspective, speculating about her relationships and breakups. This song is kind of haunting.

So High School: Okay but to be in high school right now and being able to wake up and walk to school this song blasting in your headphones, you kids have it good. Enjoy this period of your life!

I Hate It Here: "tell me something awful like you're a poet trapped in the body of a finance guy?" what??? this line is so good. Imagine opening a song with this line. This resonates with my precocious childhood. Omg I love this song. Feels like having your life flashing before your eyes.

thanK you aIMee: I see you Aaron Dessner! This is suuuuch a typical Taylor song my God. Like Mean but more elevated. I imagined North singing this and I chuckled.

I Look in People's Windows: I see Aaron Dessner is still here. Ooh I like it! Weird Taylor for the win.

The Prophecy: "A stronger woman wouldn't beg" girlie we've all been there. Not her howling at the moon before the last chorus. I love it. I relate to it too much.

Cassandra: I need to listen to it more but I know I like the background vocals.

Peter: Just from the first few notes I know I'm gonna like it! Peter is 17 and doesn't know anything.

The Bolter: Red vibes! That little touch of Country Taylor is nice for a song about her. It is about her, right? Did she almost drown at six?

Robin: The melody is lovely!

The Manuscript: Oooh the instrumental between the verses is magnificent! Very Dear Reader vibes obviously. I do hope she is at peace now.

[frodo-with-glasses]

Discord Highlights: Theodoc "Trotter" Brandybuck

From a discussion on 4/28/23

Windmill to the Stars:

I've heard vague references to a letter Tolkien wrote to a fan (not included in the volume of the Letters) in which he told her that Merry named at least one son "Periadoc." I kind of like it, especially if the "Per" part is related to "Peregrin" or "Periannath"! What do y'all think? Does this go with the other headcanons we came up with about Merry's kids?

InvisibleWashboard:

I can see it! May steal it and replace one of the other son’s names I have in my one-shot about all his babies!

Me:

Merry and Perry 👀

InvisibleWashboard:

It’s maybe a little too cutesy with the rhyming but I kind of like it, not gonna lie.

Windmill to the Stars:

And Pippin's son Ferry

Me:

THE TRIFECTA IS COMPLETE

meg is me:

It's all -erry

Me:

Always has been

meg is me:

You know what must be done now

Me:

It is done

Windmill to the Stars:

Suddenly imagining the next generation in the Shire with Perry and Ferry and the Master of Buckland and the Thain (and idk if Frodo Gardner follows his dad in becoming the mayor of Hobbiton.)

Me:

Okay wait: Is Periadoc Merry’s first son, or is Theodoc?? This is very important to me

Kasey Gondor:

twins

InvisibleWashboard:

Theodoc is for sure the oldest, at least in my head.

Writing Valkyrie:

Theodoc born first by several minutes

Me:

I LOVE THIS TWINS HECK YEAH Poor Estella, her first pregnancy and it's twins LOL 🤣

Windmill to the Stars:

Technically she could have older daughters but yeah I think we said before his sons were first

InvisibleWashboard:

I've always imagined he had a set of twins, but it was the last two kids he had. Estella was like, "We've had a bunch of boys, let me try and give you your Eowyn. One more!" Then it ends up being twins, but they don't know. A boy is born first, and they're like, "Yay, another kid, but this is kind of a bummer because we REALLY wanted a girl." And then, BOOM. Surprise daughter! And Merry is just over the moon

Me:

ACK THAT'S SO CUTE

Windmill to the Stars:

How many sons total does Merry have now??

Me:

Yes X-D

Windmill to the Stars:

I mean he's not gonna beat Sam probably but still

Me:

He has yes amount of sons

Writing Valkyrie:

All of his sons are his.

Me:

This is true! Accurate statement!

InvisibleWashboard:

I have 6 sons, one daughter in my one-shot that I've written. A boatload of kids, but not a cruise ship like the Gamgee's.

Me:

cruise ship 🤣🤣

Writing Valkyrie:

He needs it. They'd sink a boat.

meg is me:

Which of Pippin or Merry's kids (her honorary cousins) do you headcanon Elanor is closest to?

[There was much discussion in response to this question, but I'm cutting most of it for the sake of time lol]

Windmill to the Stars:

Depending on how old Periadoc and Theodoc are they could be closer to Elanor

Theodoc seems like he should be a bit adventurous And Elanor as well, so maybe they bond over that

Elanor moving into the Tower Hills with her husband but they always welcome her favorite cousin Theodoc who brings them gifts from his adventures

Theodoc is borderline a Knight Errant

Theodoc rides horses and boats with equal ease, he has his own nickname in Bree

meg is me:

What is it

Windmill to the Stars:

. . . Good question

meg is me:

and can he ride barrels

InvisibleWashboard:

Yes, this is the important question.

Windmill to the Stars:

Of course he can!

meg is me:

Yisss

Writing Valkyrie:

He teaches little Bilbo how

Me:

Bilbo Jr. WOULD take up boating just to give his poor mother a heart attack

Windmill to the Stars:

Amendment: he has like 5 nicknames in Bree Theodoc becomes actual Trotter

Me:

Minus the wooden feet, I hope??

Windmill to the Stars:

Oooh yes, definitely! 😬

Me:

I mean…it wouldn’t be so bad if Theodoc was born disabled and still had an adventurous spirit. Kinda rad, actually.

Windmill to the Stars:

Ahhh that's true! New hc

[Bonus]

Windmill to the Stars:

I'm getting way carried away with this, Theodoc wasn't my idea

Me:

Theodoc is OUR idea Communism

Kasey Gondor:

Windmill to the Stars is @windmilltothestars, InvisibleWashboard is @invisiblewashboard, Writing Valkyrie is @writingvalkyrie, Kasey Gondor is @captaingondor, and meg is me does not have tumblr :-3

[abyssal-cryptid]

I keep playing Tears of the Kingdom (SPOILERS)

The Like enemies are the worst

I hate them

Yona is such a sweetie

They wrote Sidon and Link's relationship to be romantic in this and added a girlfriend to Sidon for deniability

Yona even calls me Sidon's 'true companion'

The people making tutorials for every little thing have my heart because I am dumb of ass

I cant be the only one who avoids the depths like my life depends on it

Its not even the depths, the chasms just make me almost have panic attacks

Anyways there is a chasm under Zora domain

Its free on enemies and has a forge

Im terrified of the dark

Also there is Zora statues

Why is Link dick sucking height for everyone

Sidon, Rauru, Ganon

I mean

I dont write porn someone else do that for me

I write sad Link

Not that sad Link cant suck dick I just cant write it

Anywaysss

I would go to the Tulin air temple but there is an ice spider there

FUCK I FORGOT TO TAKE A PIC OF THE BOSSES IN WATER TEMPLE NOO

MY COMPENDIUM

Also the boss bokoblin marches are so scary wtf

I saw group of black bokoblins paradin around and immediatly dipped into the ocean

Safety

Cant follow me

I was excited for pirates

But no its just monsters

Uhhhh quick tip dont sleep in the middle of killing the Lurelin village pirates

You bet your ass Im spending my precious time fixing up the village with Bolson

Its so fun

Im helping

I love these types of quests

In going to Hestu after this

I dont want to

I so dont want to

WAIT I WAS LIED TO

HESTU MY DEAREST

HE'S AT THE LOOKOUT TOWER

BABY BOY

I hate the depths

WHY IS THERE LIGHT EATING ENEMIES

But I need bombs and theres a lot of them here

Stop making me go down there

Let me be

Back to rebuilding

Im sure I was doing something but I cant remember

I need more space for meals

YAY WE DID IT

REBUILT

Roman is now 4*-5*-4*-3* horse and I love him so much

He looks like Epona and has flowers in his mane

Ive gotten like 9 memories

I love the animation for Link gaining hearts or stamina

Why cant the musicians walk

I love Mastro

His little ya yahs

Their band is really good

Makes me want to run in the woods

Anyways more great fairy!

Why is there no great moose

Why do I have to pay the great fairy

HOW DO I KEEP PREDICTING BLOOD MOONS TO A TEE

They gave Link so many slutty slutty outfits

Making Link wear the hylian hood when he opens a memory looks funny

LEAVE ZELDA ALONE

Why doesnt Master Sword ever talk to ME

Why does it only talk to Zelda

Maybe there was a mix up because goddess Hylia only talks to Link

Imagine

NO ZELDA NO DONT DO IT

ZELDA BABY PLEASE

ZELDA

NO

ZELDA DONT

ZELDA

Im going to write Zelda-Link fanfiction about this

Typhlo ruins being visible is kind of strange

Wait I can have a whip

Okay I admit I like the vehicles

All great fairies opened

Stable Trotters play so beautifully

The scales on the great fairies clothes are so pretty

Sidon's avatar has scared me so many times

Can I please get the ancient saddle back

YIGA FIT AQUIRED

I slayed

Literally

Got all the rewards possible from the hideout

Rauru is dumbass a little bit

Ganondorf is so hot here

Ganondorf is a liar but my god

Sonia is so beautiful my god

Zelda looks kind of like Sonia's daughter and I wonder if Ganon thinks she is

The Zonai clothing is stunning

Why does Ganondorf have to be so evil

I GOT THE HYLIAN SHIELD

OMG

I NEVER GOT THIS IN BREATH OF THE WILD

Slip resistance is like the most useless thing in this fucking game

Because it does nothing

Even on level 3

Nothing

NOTHING

WHY DID YOU PUT THIS IN GAME THEN

The Dream Homes are so cool

They cost so many coins

But Im so excited

Its so cute

I CAN HAVE ROMAN IN A PERSONAL STABLE

I got a kitchen too

And a study

And weapons room

I love it

Is it time for Gerudo town clearing? Yes yes yes

I hate this sandstorm and love the desert so

The Lightning Temple is so cool

WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT

WHAT

WHEN DID THIS BECOME A HORROR GAME

I HATE THAT

The puzzles are hard, I have so little brains

Boss battles are so hard

The Lightning Sage is majorly hit

Why is Demon Ganondorf so hot

WAIT DAYBREAKER WAS HER SHIELD

Is this like a traditional shield and weapon of the Lady of Gerudo?? I thought it was just Urbosa

Btw Urbosa is my favorite Champion and I adore her

Simple lesbian brain

Once again Zonai Zelda is the prettiest person in any room

Please Can I Marry Her

Why does Zelda have tear tattoos? Like did she just get them to complete her fit

Iconic

Why cant we see the faces of the Sages

Me every time they call Zelda the Sage of Time

Riju is adorable

She's grown so much

I intended to write a long fic about BOTW with my interpertation of Link and all

But then TOTK released

I do keep thinking about it

There is so many ideas and headcanons I have

I do miss dressing Link as a girl

He has slutty outfits but like let me explore Link's gender

RIJU'S AVATAR IS SO PRETTY

LIKE PRETTY AND FIERCE AND SCARY

I LOVE IT AND HER

I so had a crush on Riju in BOTW I was just dumb and in denial

GERUDO TOWN IS BACK TO NORMAL

MY BELOVED

FAVORITE CITY

I want to write a desert civilization inspired ny the Gerudo and also real desert civilizations

But idk where to start

Oh I need to take a picture of Mattison for Hudson

I love Patricia

*feeds fruit to her*

I love that Padda also loves her despite her puns

WHY IS BOZAI STILL HERE

HOW DO I GET RID OF HIM

A VOE IN THE CITY

I really like the custom they have of the vai coming to live and grow in the city after certain age

FINALLY I CAN HAVE A NOBLE PURSUIT

I love the thunder helm

Haha you cant touch me

Its 3.30am rn

I should sleep soon, the sun wakes in like an hour

Impa, staring at me publicly in Gerudo town: I did not expect to see you here

She has the same energy as Yoda

[timkontheunsure]

helluva boss eps still not caught up to instagram? Going do random guesses based on them.

Ok AJAwriter pointed out that Blitzø and Stolas' texts line up with the full moon posts on instagram. And that they meet and hook up on the 3rd month before Western Energy.

(VizziePop's already said these two instagrams are mostly connon).

with Blitzø appearing to be in a good mood because Stolas said he wanted to see him.

(there full post is here and is good. https://twitter.com/AjAWriter/status/1660278316027334656?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw%7Ctwcamp%5Etweetembed%7Ctwterm%5E1660278316027334656%7Ctwgr%5E74991416cf35b3fcacb73cfe015e48a41b093212%7Ctwcon%5Es1_&ref_url=https%3A%2F%2Fajwriterlitbitch.wordpress.com%2F2023%2F04%2F28%2Ftheories%2F )

Ok so which ones have we not got to yet?

These are posted on the same date, Feb 17th 2022, and probably just after Stolas gets out the hospital.

Then this one was posted March 18, 2022. It's very sweet. So Via based one coming up after the break?

And these two are adorable, from these posted April 17, 2022

And yay happy Stolas. Posted May 15, 2022

And this one posted on the same date. Hummmm

This one makes me worried for these idiots. Especially after Vizi made the suggestion Stolas might have a fling. Posted June 14, 2022.

I do like Blitzø's pride post from June 23, 2022. It's just cute, and probably not a hint about what might happen.

then this is the last one. Also probably not a hint, and just horses.

Anyone elso want to take so wild stabs in the dark with me?

Please no stuff about the leaks. I don't want to know.

[regurgitatedskeleton]

Day 2 of Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild

- okay so I’m on a cliff. Instead of jumping I’m gonna just teleport to one of the other places

- oops that was the place with all the turrets guess I’ll run for my life then

- grabbed a frog. Poor guys gonna get eaten alive

- ran into more mobs. Blue one one-shotted me. Rude.

- came back, threw a bomb and blew up the weaker ones

- threw another bomb and blew myself up but it’s okay I’m still alive. And I have food

- blew up a bomb and missed. Got hit again but still have a bit of health

-blew him up *again* and he’s getting kinda low

- guy is back to full health? That’s not fair only I’m allowed to do that

- shot all my ice arrows and missed

- shot all my fire arrows and hit him

- managed to kill him by running away and dropping the square bombs on him. I feel more accomplished than when I didn’t drown in mud

- loot was more fire arrows I approve

- shot another pig thing but it jumped off a cliff

- :(

- blew myself up again, still haven’t figured out the range on those bombs

- climbed a tree and stole some eggs

- found a rock golem but managed to do no damage. In a rare display of self preservation I decided to run away and not spend the next half hour trying to kill it

- found another skull cave but it’s empty feels like a trap

- nah it’s all good??

- climbed the mountain in search of the other dungeon

- it was cold tho

- the old man said he’d give me his warm doublet. Idk what a doublet is but he said warm so imma go get that. His thing says seafood near the tower so I’m gonna try fish

- fish worked, I guess doublet is a fancy name for a jumper

- climbed back up the mountain

- saw a raft, maybe I can take it across

- cut some trees in order to make my way over because the bridge was broken

- got over to the dock but fell in the water anyway

- survived and got there in one piece

- raft is gone

- waited for a while no raft

- went back across and tried to light a fire, still unsuccessful the flint didn’t work neither did the bomb

- raft is back

- got on the raft

- now I am on the raft but it is not moving

- stood around a bit and now it’s moving, hopefully it doesn’t take me off a waterfall

- apparently there was a bridge there the whole time but okay this works too

- some goblins threw some rocks at me and I threw some bombs back. We had a good time

- sweet I’m Elsa now

- shrine was pretty easy

- this guy knows my (Link’s) name he knows who I am

- tried to get the chest in the middle of the lake. Was less easy but we got there, only died twice

- he said to draw lines on the map but imma just guess it’s the place with the statue

- yay more heart

- yeah I was right

- also right about him knowing stuff, guess he’s a king now lol

- welp time to go save a princess I guess

- I mean he says that i have to hurry but I’ll probably get diverted more than a few times along the way

- wind shrine was pretty easy tbh

- smart guy guarding the thing but also silly because it would kill him easily. Not much winning there

- old guy said to go between the mountains but around looks quicker

- found another tower that’s nice

- Link climbs very slowly

- died again, if only someone (possibly like 3 separate NPCs perhaps) had warned me about the sentinels. This is what I get for trying a shortcut

- back at the tower? I guess I’ll go between the mountains then, road is hopefully safer

- found another shrine but it had spikes everywhere. I just left it

- girl is nice for giving me a pot

- Blood Moon had risen. I wonder if you can just not talk to that guy?

- horses, that’s nice I will try to get one

- I failed to get the horse

- succeeded at killing a goat tho

- everyone is giving me directions to the wrong village lol

- plant guy wants his maracas

- go to the mobs

- oh god there’s three blue ones

- some NPC showed up mid fight, poor guy looks traumatised

- my method of dropping bombs and running away has yet to fail me, we got the maracas

- Bugus gave me food for “saving him” but I’m not about (or able) to correct him

- an extra inventory slot for some maracas and that seed the flower said to give to someone (can’t remember who lol, hope it wasn’t too important)? Sure I’ll take it

- okay now I gotta go lol, fun game tho

[grigori77]

Critical Role Campaign 3 Episode 41

Oh dear gods ... Sam, what now? I almost expected him to come up squeaking: "Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed!" like in Bill & Ben ... Matt looks SO uncomfortable right now. And then the watering, gods help us ...

Sam: "I was holding a semi squat over there so people couldn't see my wang!"

Stickers! Everybody should go nuts over stickers, it's like THE LAW.

Here we go. After two weeks with reuniting with The Nein and a week off, it's just been TOO LONG ...

Oh ... oh! OH!!! Dorian! And look at everybody's faces! :3 Thanks for that, Robbie ...

FCG: "What you looking for over there, Chetney?" Ashton: "Your destiny?" Chetney: "Shut the ... FUCK!!! Now I gotta think up a new one-liner!" Ashton: "I don't know, I think I kind of saved you from that one."

Oh yes, Orym would be a cool were rabbit ... also Imogen as Bojack Horseman ... either way Fearne would be cute. :3

Sam's flask gets aired almost immediately ... WERE BASS!!! Yeah ...

Travis confusing Imogen and Laudna too ... Matt: "Yeah, it's catching!

Yup, important consumer advice: DON'T GET BIT!!!

FCG: "What if you haven't finished?" Chetney: "Well then, you know, disappointment."

The portable hole does not get too wet. I cannot believe nobody picked up on THAT potential minefield of innuendo ...

This menagerie is COMPLICATED.

Yes, let the ship know. Extra spell slot is a good thing, clearly.

Cardio, man ...

Oh gods ... Fearne is about to trip balls isn't she? Ah yes, a con save ... 8 ... yeah ... here we go. Yup. Acid trip. Totally. Oh this is gonna be so much fun ...

Fearne: "Why so far? I'm not gonna DO anything." The while group LOSES IT COMPLETELY. Of course. And now she's POISONED for the next 24 hours. Of course she is. XD

Roll FOR the Gorgynei? Travis rolls a NATURAL 20!!!!!!!

Twilight Tigers?

Two Imogens ... yup ...

Everybody "wolfs" out. Meanwhile Imogen pulls a Jurassic World Chris Pratt ...

Markings, smart. Chetney: "Nice penmanship."

Ashton hoping for a were tree ... meanwhile Fearne is still totally blasted. Yhe others are fascinated.

CSN FCG recognise hotness? Oh gods and now they're trying go see if HE can trip out too. This is SUCH a bad idea and I'm totally here for it. XD

Wow, FCG has quite the constitution. Oh wait, here we go ... con save ... 17? Nuts ...

No. Save Laudna's big drug stash for later ...

I think Letters MIGHT be reading too much into their luck right now. And now Fearne is trying to communicate with the Changebringer. This should be interesting ...

The Changebringer says Hi. Oh. It's s frickin BEETLE. Fearne is being attacked by a bug and she thinks she's being visited by a god ...

Yeah, that was just weird.

Oh yes. Orym's eternal quandary ...

FCG: "This fire's HUGE!!!" Ashton: "Why's this smoke all hitting ME?"

The basics ... hmmmmm ...

Okay, guess it's time to get to THE MEAT of the matter ... ah, here we are, the Moon. Do tell, sister ... ooooooh, backstory ...

"It's yhe shadow if a roommate that never goes away." Holy fuck that is PROFOUND, Matthew ...

Glyph work? Ahhh ... okay, so looks like Chetney's still got stuff to learn. Oh wow, that's pretty cool, actually ...

Whoa. Even cooler ...

Oh wow, and now Chetney's getting some ACTUAL on hand training. Does this count for experience points?

More backstory! Yay!

The Ivory Syndicate ... hmmm ... Dorao the Dead ... double-hmmmm ...

Yes, how IS Fearne now?

Chetney would be a were cockatoo ... okay ...

Oh, they actually had us going there, didn't they? XD And then with the were horse again ...

Surreal conversation. This is fun ...

Fearne! Stop flirting! XD

Marisha rolls a 6 ... Matt: "Well ... it's a good thing they're good trackers." Oh yeah?

What are Liam and Laura having a little private giggle about? The Twins are at it again, clearly.

Apex War? Stratos Throne? WHAAAAAAAT?!!!

Oh my gods, is Marisha actually having NOTEBOOK FATIGUE?!!!

The Savage Garden? Sam prompts a wave of bad 90s pop rock jokes ...

Laudna: "Are you feeling pure today? Chetney's like the least pure person I know."

Wow, Laudna is getting WAY too excited about this ...

Laura looks SO TOTALLY enraptured by Matt's descriptions here ... it's adorable.

Wow, sober Fearne blows that nature check BIG TIME. No Fey Realm advantage? Matt: "No."

Hahaha ... Laura realising that Matt's describing the cave set from the old campaign 3 intro before Matt does is so cute.

Yes Fearne. SERIOUSLY. ASK PERMISSION FIRST. FCG totally makes an insight check ...

Sam: "I can't even tell if YOU'RE lying to me right now, as Ashley Johnson." Ashley: "You'll never know."

Ashton's having hammer envy, apparently ... XD

Oh, so, like, it's stinky?

Bones. Okay ...

Orym makes a Perception Check. Yeah, this'll be high ... Nat 20. OF COURSE it is.

Oh yeah. This place is a total MURDER HOUSE.

Romance the statue ... XD

Seraatani, aka The Wildmother. Oh hello ...

All right, here we go ... game time. Time to get serious, Chet.

Oooh ... Nice offerings there, Chetney ... oh, so he has to do a Zen meditation thing, then? Sounds about right.

Ah, so it's just late afternoon. Yeah, stop planning going to bed, then.

And again Laudna is like WAY too invested in this ...

Chetney: "Fortune favours the sexy."

"I've got a pocketful of ball bearings. The Marisha Rey Story."

All right, who's hot the Immovable Rod? Rolling ... Taliesin and Sam role-playing to see who's got the Rod ... XD

Okay, check the spooky tunnel ... wow, that was anticlimactic ...

FCG casts Enhance Ability on Chetney ... but WHAT is he actually about to DO?!!!

Chetney's personal business ... Laura (quietly): "That's gotta be Santa, right?"

Oooooooh ... moonbeam. Okay ...

A presence ... Matt: "And that's where we're gonna go to break!" Sam: "Presents arrive? That's gotta be Santa, right?"

Part 2 ...

Orym and Fearne are REQUESTED to make Perception Checks ... okay, this can't be good ...

Oh, so this is gonna be like a multiple choice test? Isn't that like a bit too easy?

So they're like ... all possessed now, then?

Whoa ... Matt's getting pretty worked up in this bit ...

Holy fuck, Chetney is HULKING OUT right now! And now Matt's getting a battle map ... meep!

Uber Chetney is TERRIFYING ...

ROLL INITIATIVE!!!

We don't know WHAT the fuck is going on, nobody wants to actually ATTACK anyone ...

Oooh ... Imogen tries to look unto Chetney's head and she gets SHUT OUT by ... SOMETHING. Something ancient.

Chetney's turn ... oh shit here we go ...

Letters? Oh dear ... FUCK!!! HE'S ATTACKING!!!

Taliesin: "We are literally our own worst enemies."

FIRE CLAWS!!! Ouch! Oh no, not Mister too!

Attack of Opportunity for FCG ... NAT 20!!! But half damage cuz he's wolfed out ...

17 points of damage on Mister ... wait, that's right, he NEVER gets hit, we have NO IDEA how many hit points ... OH FUCK MISTER IS GONE!!!

And now he's going after Fearne too!

Laura: "How do you know you have to attack us?" Travis: "The voice in my head I'd telling me to."

Form of Dread AND Mirror Image? AWESOME!!!

Fuck me, Chetney has LEGENDARY ACTIONS right now?

Matt: "It's not really a TPK, one of you will survive." Yeah he is enjoying this WAY too much right now ...

FCG tries to use his Trusted Companion connection to get through to him telepathically ... and he is just NOT THERE right now.

Spiritual Weapon ... a steak? Yeah, Matt doesn't have a mini for that. Oh, a STAKE!!! That might work ...

Raging and Reckless Attack! Go Ashton! 22 to hit? Yeesh ...

Liam: "Yeah, Orym us going to ... shit ..." Laura: "Poop his pants."

Awwwwww ... Orym's sweet and adorable half finished wolf carving might actually save the day? Please please please ...

Howl of the Hunter? Oh wait, never mind ...

Imogen casts Blindness ... and FUCK that is a great save so it totally fails ...

Everybody's so confused!

Fearne casts Scorching Ray! Fuck! Haphazard aim, though, doesn't do too much damage ...

Ashton tries to talk him out of it, but in an Ashton kind of way. So he hits him too. Another 15 points of damage! Then he swings and misses on the second ...

Holy fuck he uses his last Legendary Action to SMASH ASHTON'S HAMMER INTO HIS OWN FACE!!! Ouch! Thank the gods FCG takes half of that damage ...

Temporal Morass? Oooooh ...

Hmmm ... so right now Ashton is just "the guy with the hammer" to Chetney? Oh that's SO BAD ...

Sam sneezes and Ashley's SO caught up in this that she doesn't tell him to "Stop it!" ... XD

Howl of the Hunter again! Here we go ... everybody but Imogen is now Frightened! Not good!

Sam: "You can be Frightened when you're raging?" Apparently so ...

Oooh ... FCG's bolt thrower! And that is PAINFUL, clearly!

FCG: "Chetney, please! You're killing me here!" Chetney (wolf voice): "Promise?"

Orym's Goading Attack! Sweet! And Travis rolls a NAT 1!!! Bur he has LEGENDARY RESISTANCE?!!! FUCK!!!

Phew, 12 DOES NOT hit Fearne ...

Fearne changes into a SEXY wolf! Okay then ... Matt: "I'm gonna use a fox, to make it a sexy wolf." Liam: "A fox IS a sexy wolf."

She tries to talk him down ... and Ashley has to be reminded that SHE'S A WOLF!!! XD And it STILL works ... whoa, he PERMANENTLY LOSES kne of his Legendary Actions!

Imogen throws a Psychic Lance and Travis rolls balls to Magically Resist ... but then he uses his Legendary Resistance! Bah! Still hurts, though ...

Ashton tries a Baseball Atrack ... but he's at disadvantage ... HYPER Rage? Hmmm ... no that's a shit roll. Oh, second one works, at least ... and then he's just A BLUR as he disengages ...

Chetney goes for Laudna ... Blood Curse of Bloated Agony? Seriously? Fuck ... there goes one of the Mirror Images ... and a second ... whoa, that was almost SO BAD ...

Laudna tries Chill Touch ... nope, not happening ...

HOLY SHIT ... FCG actually threw a stick to make Chetney go fetch and it fucking WORKS. Spiritual Weapon attack!

Orym dashes over and JUMPS ONTO CHETNEY'S CHEST!!!

Imogen shouts Dissonant Whispers at 3rd Level into Chetney's head: "Fight this fight this fight this ..."

Chetney uses his Legendary Action to try znd swatt Orym off. It hurts him but he's hanging on ...

Fearne drops her sexy wolf and casts Daylight on the dagger in Chetney's chest ... and now Orym and Chetney are both BLINDED for a round ...

Ashton drops Rage and holds his action while completely failing to drop his fear ...

Chetney tries to take three more swipes at Orym at disadvantage because he's blind and it's a total shitshow ...

And the statue DOESN'T WANT HIM to get too close in case it gets damaged? Interesting ...

Laudna casts Darkness over the hole and the beam of light vanishes ... and Chetney SHRINKS!!! Still possessed, but still ...

And Laudna loses her Spiderclimb so she just drops like a stone ... but lands pretty sweet. Phew ...

And Chetney just charges right at her, no longer blinded ...

Wait a minute, that means Orym is now pretty much THE SAME SIZE as him right now, right? While he's still hanging onto him ...

FCG tries to get through to Chetney while THREATENING THE STATUE?!!! Crazy ... it doesn't really work, though ...

Orym basically just starts battering away at Chetney's face with his shield ... oooh, okay, that kind of works. Now he can SEE AGAIN, at least ...

Imogen tries Calm Emotions on him ... balls, Travis is falling CRAZY WELL still, it fails miserably ...

Fearne tries Charm Person ... Chetney: "You're hot." Fearne: "I know. You're gonna fight this, okay?"

Okay ... sounds like this all MIGHT be starting to work ...

Ashton tries to just INTIMIDATE him into knocking it off and Taliesin rolls CRAZY sweet while Travis totally tanks his save ... and THIS ONE works! Nice!

Sam: "How do you wanna SUBDUE this?"

Whoooooo ... Chetney snaps out of it, nice. And Ashton bitchslaps him.

Chetney pulls out the dagger, the Darkness drops, the moonlight comes back in ... oh shit ... wait, that sounds GOOD. No, looks like he actually pulled it off ...

Practical joker Chetney even while he's fucked up ...

"Chain-me-up protocol, visitors welcome" ... Chetney's STILL flirting with Fearne, then ... XD

Somehow I doubt Chetney's gonna get superhuge again next time he wolfs out ...

FCG: "Chet, where are you looking? Is it your destiny?" Chetney: "No, FCG, that's in here." Oh gods ...

Oh yeah, that's right, Chetney us just STARK NAKED now ...

Laudna gets Pate to help her do a Cinderella stitch-up job on Chetney's clothes.

Chetney inspires the while group to strip down znd go running around naked ...

Meanwhile Orym smells Will on the breeze? What the fuck does THAT mean? It's coming from the statue? Fearne's sticking around for him, at least ...

Now Orym is ON THE STATUE? Okay ... there's a hole in the sheath ... he tries to slot his sword into it ...

Okay, this is weird ... HOLY FUCK, has Orym just earned himself a magical sword upgrade? That's pretty fucking sweet!

Okay, there we go, back to the streaking ... XD

Oh my gods, did Fearne just perform a completely selfless act of generosity? Cool ...

And that's it for tonight ... cool ... for once a nice tension free ending ... phew!

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First Sentence Tag Game

Thank you for the tag @mattresses-and-macaroni

This game has you post the first sentence in your last ten works; if you don't have 10, do as many as you have!

Tagging @andromedaexists @wordswrittenbynight @yors-truly @thecrookedwriterspath @hottubraccoon

Lines are below the cut! They're all from The Shifting Tides. The first four are from the current draft I'm working on. The rest are from the previous draft! The reason I'm skipping some chapters for the current draft is because I skip around when I write! For the current draft, I skipped pretty much the entire first part of my novel, oopsies.

Chapter 1

The sky above Xaallat sent golden rays down on Saran’s back, a warm heat illuminating his less-than human form. He lounged lazily next to the pond behind his house, a mass of fur and flesh lying limply behind his head.

2. Chapter 10 (Saran POV)

They rode for three days straight without stopping, long silences stretching between them like a black cloak meant to suffocate the life out of their still-beating hearts.

3. Chapter 11 (Saran POV)

Truthfully, Saran never expected to board a ship. And he never expected that ship to be a pirate ship.

4. Chapter 12 (First Viridian POV in this draft yay!)

You could accuse him of lying, but Viridian would always admit he didn't actually like throwing people overboard. Especially when said people had very cute faces: eyes that shone like the moon, and freckles like stars.

(From here on out, this is from the previous draft)

5. Chapter 76 (Saran POV)

"My... mother?"

6. Chapter 77 (Saran POV)

Saran tossed his satchels over his horse's back, tying his supplies down as tightly as possible without hurting her. Years ago, he would have wanted nothing more than to leave this ugly place. But now... now he wanted to stay.

7. Chapter 78 (this is one of the only times we get something from Cyrille's perspective. I love him he's just the tired dad)

Cyrille often considered himself a very patient person. He was in charge of Viridian's most important tasks: which meant he did everything the pirate captain procrastinated on.

8. Chapter 79 (Saran POV)

Why did his heart hurt so much?

9. Chapter 80 (Saran POV)

The air was thick as Saran landed in Naporia, threatening to suffocate him. He couldn't place his finger on what exactly was wrong, but it felt nauseating.

10. Chapter 81 (Viridian POV)

Something was wrong. Viridian could feel it.