#c'est la fucking vie i suppose

[august--and-everything-after]

I can't prove it, but I'm certain I was picked for the layoff because this one time at a department meeting I asked the director some clarifying questions about what she was telling us to do and she made a complete ass of herself by immediately getting heated and raising her voice and trying her best to shut me down (didn't work, asked her more questions, made her even angrier).

It wasn't my intention to piss her off - all my coworkers attested after that I was polite and professional and reasonable in all my questions. Too bad for me she has a fragile ego and a Napoleon complex and a complete inability to engage professionally with anything less than unquestioning compliance.

On the upside, now the whole department knows how she's like, and they thought it was funny to boot. Not my fault she's a lil pissbaby, you'd think someone in her position would have a thicker skin by now.

[ritternacht]

okay,,, no one sneeze this is the most active I've been on tumblr in months

[steddie-as-they-come]

sequel to my roommate steddie au!! here's the first part! tags have changed, it's now more mature with some fade to black sex

Steve’s so warm. It’s not fair.

Eddie must have half his wardrobe on, tucked under all the blankets on his bed, and Steve is just sitting over there, in a T-shirt and thin sweatpants, like the jackass he is.

"You look cold." Steve says, shifting a bit.

Eddie glares at him. "No shit, Sherlock," he bites out, trying to reign in his temper. All things considered, Steve's a pretty great roommate, sharing his food and his children with Eddie. It's not his fault the college decides to let their students freeze to death.

Steve, to his credit, just laughs at him. "Okay, fine. I was gonna offer for you to come hang out over here, since you're over the vent and I'm not, but if you're gonna be like that-"

Eddie practically teleports out of bed. "No! No, please, Steve, did I ever mention how great your hair looks today and how kind you are to me-"

Steve laughs again, moving out of the way and patting the bed next to him. Eddie doesn't hesitate to scurry up and tuck himself into a little cocoon of his own blankets, trying not to bump Steve's arm as he focuses on his homework. He doesn't completely succeed, and his hand brushes against Steve's bare arm.

"What the fuck?" he says loudly. "Why are you the temperature of a campfire?"

Steve shrugs. "I've always run hot." he says. "It's great during winter movie nights because everyone piles on top of me, but then I get banished during summer movie nights, which is no fun."

Eddie's already sprawled over his shoulder, sighing happily, like some kind of lizard on a sunlit rock. If August Eddie could see him now, he'd try to smack the shit outta him for falling for a straight guy. One who was his roommate, no less.

But it's hard not to when Steve is kind, and accepting, and a little bit stupid, and hot as hell. It isn't like he just tolerates Eddie's physical affection either, he seems to welcome it. Steve even started initiating it, wrapping an arm around Eddie's shoulders, grabbing his arm to haul him out of particularly big crowds, and the hugs. Steve loves hugs.

There's a darkness to Steve too, the way he moves, the way he's always checking over his shoulder, flinching at flickering lights, always ready for a fight.

It makes Eddie wonder if Steve is like him.

Eddie wiggles a bit, adjusting his chin to prop on Steve's shoulder. "Whatcha workin' on?" he asks, just to be nosy.

Steve rolls his eyes, leaning away. "None of your business." he teases.

Eddie misses the warmth as soon as Steve's gone. "Nooooo," he whines. "Come back. I won't look!"

Steve stays leaned away, raising his eyebrows. "You're so weird." he says. It's not in a mean way, more that he's bewildered that one person can be this strange. Eddie takes this as a compliment.

He pretends to freeze to death, jerking and flinching. "It's...so cold." he mutters. "I see...the light... All because my roommate...let me freeze to death..."

Finally, Steve's blissful warmth comes back, and Steve sighs, tapping his pen against his paper. Eddie tries to peek again, and recognizes familiar words.

"Is that a character sheet?" he yells, and Steve frowns at him.

"You said you wouldn't look!"

Eddie waves him off, grabbing for the sheet. "Steve, this is D&D. It's automatically my business when it's D&D."

Steve finally hands it over. "Fine. Yes, it's a character sheet. Dustin's birthday is next Monday, and I was gonna ask you if I could join your game as a present to him."

Eddie nods, inspecting the sheet. Dustin's been begging for Steve to join basically since they started their little arrangement, where Eddie DM's for them in exchange for no more open hostility in the dorms. It may have worked a little too well, given Eddie's budding crush, but c'est la vie.

Eddie hands it back. "You are supposed to give the DM the character sheet a couple days in advance so they have time to work you into the plot."

Steve winces. "Really? Shit, I didn't know that."

"It's fine, I got some ideas, just from looking it over. You can borrow a spare set of dice and one of my miniatures too."

"Oh good, I had no idea if I needed any of that stuff."

"Do you want me to do a little crash course for you?" Eddie asks, preparing to brave the cold to grab his little homemade handbook.

Steve gives him a deadpan look. "Are you kidding me? Dustin is gonna love being better than me at this. I might as well go in with a regular six-sided die and pretend I thought that's the one I needed."

Eddie laughs. "Fair enough." The cold touches his neck and he burrows back into his blankets. "This fucking sucks, by the way. The cold."

"You're a big baby, man. It's fine."

"Ah, yes. Forgot I live with a walking, talking furnace." Eddie rolls his eyes, muttering, "This is worse than the time I was left outside in the cold."

"Wait, what?" Steve turns to him, eyes flinty like steel. "You were...what?"

"Oh. Um." Eddie's not sure how much to reveal, but he figures it had to come out eventually. "My dad left me out in the cold when I was thirteen. I think he thought it'd fix me. I just got really sick, though." He laughs humorlessly.

"You said...fix you?" Steve says, and Eddie's heart drops. He backs away from Steve before starting to talk, trying to find something to defend himself with if Steve gets mad.

"Yeah." Eddie says. "He saw me...kissing a boy."

Steve's eyes widen, and then he scoots closer. Eddie's breath hitches.

"Me too." Steve whispers.

Now it's Eddie's turn to be shocked. Steve continues. "Not...not left outside in the cold. They'd need to be home long enough for that. But...bisexual. I like girls and guys."

There's a tense, charged silence in the room. Eddie draws up all his courage. "I like you, Steve."

Steve stares at Eddie’s lips. “Can I-” he whispers breathlessly.

Eddie, seemingly just as entranced, nods, and Steve leans forward, pressing his lips against Eddie. Almost unconsciously, Eddie tilts his head, deepening the kiss, and Steve hums happily. 

Eddie’s tongue swipes at the sealed lines of Steve’s lips. Steve freezes, then slowly, tentatively, opens his mouth. 

Give him an inch and he’ll take a mile. Eddie practically pulls Steve down towards him, hands greedily exploring every inch of Steve he could reach. Steve gladly returns the favor, sneaking his hands between Eddie’s back and the mattress so he can feel the muscles lining Eddie’s spine flex and move as Eddie kisses him stupid. 

Eddie pulls back, breaking the kiss. Steve whines, actually whines, and dives back in, but Eddie stops him with a gentle hand on his chest. 

He kisses the corner of Steve’s mouth, and Steve chases it, leaning subtly towards Eddie, but Eddie just keeps moving, kissing a trail from his mouth to his chin, to the soft skin where Steve's jawline blends into his neck. Steve keeps moving, running his hands up and down Eddie’s back just for something to do. 

Eddie reaches the small curve where his shoulder meets his neck, and Steve feels a small scrape of teeth against his skin. He whimpers. 

“Oh?” Eddie says, the first thing he’s said since Steve leaned in. His voice is raspy, and Steve privately thinks it's the hottest fucking thing in the world. “There?” 

He kisses there again, but this time there's no teeth, and Steve stays quiet, breathing slowly, in and out, in and out. 

“Or…did you like it when I did this?” 

Eddie leans forward and nips at Steve’s collar, and Steve keens. “Eddieee…” he says, dragging the vowels out too long, leaving that name hanging in the air.

Eddie tilts his head back up and captures Steve’s lips in another kiss, tongue sliding into Steve’s mouth smoothly. He kisses for a few seconds, then readjusts and gently nips at Steve’s lower lip. 

“Please, please Eddie,” Steve begs breathlessly, not even sure what he's pleading for. Eddie seems to get it though, and slides his hands under his shirt to cup Steve’s waist.

Steve laces his hands through Eddie's hair and pulls, and Eddie lets out a moan, pushing Steve off of him and rolling so he's on top, enjoying the feeling of Steve under him on the mattress.

"I've never been so glad for the cold," he whispers against Steve's lips, and kisses him again.

[targaryenrealnessdarling]

No Pain, No Gain | Part 4, Final | PersonalTrainer!Aemond x fem!reader

A:N: Thank you all soooo much for joining me on this one, it was a blast to write. This chapter kinda made me feral writing it ngl. Cheers to my hype mama @ewanmitchellcrumbs <3 And I know I mentioned it in the first part but really it’s Ange as well as @valeskafics​ @oneeyedvisenya​ and @sapphire-writes​ that inspired me to write this from their AMAZING modern fics, so please give them all the love as well.

Series Masterlist | Warnings under the cut!

warnings: SMUT, 18+, MINORS DNI, pussy slapping, p in v sex, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, Aemond being mean during sex lowkey love it tho

Lucky for you, the flight wasn’t too long.

 Even though you had Baela on your shoulder snoozing, nothing could tear your mind off the sheer idiocy of the previous week.

 You’d fucking kissed him.

Or he’d kissed you? At this point the whole memory was foggy.

 All you know is that you were mere seconds away from tearing his fucking clothes off in his home gym and letting him have you on any flat surface there was.

 You thought how wrong it was. You were paying this guy!

 And yet there was a lingering feeling in the back of your mind, a heat clawing its way up your neck, like a constant ache almost at the thought of what would have happened if you hadn’t bolted. The endless possibilities were…vividly playing on your brain the entire plane journey.

 ‘Fucking perfect’

 Even his voice had made a permanent home in your mind, his hot breath against your ear as he pinned you against the wall, allowing you to feel just how turned on he had been.

 You obeyed Baela’s wishes and only told Maris about the kiss.

 It turned out that Baela’s Dad, Daemon, had really gone all out for this retreat. In a place called Lys (which you’d scarcely heard of) on the other side of the island from where the airport was, it was quiet, with only the odd resident along the streets, but for the most part it was completely remote. You’d have to thank him for the personal taxi later.

 Baela had slept through the plane journey entirely so now she just looked out the windows tiredly.

 “Is your Dad and Rhaenyra already there?” you ask, seemingly breaking her from a tired trance.

 She stretches, “Yeah they’ve been here ages already, the rest of the fam are here as well, we’re the last”

 “Why’s that?” you ask.

 Baela smirks mischievously, “There’s some tension at the moment, flights were staggered for the sake of people’s sanity”

 “Oh right”

 You can still hear his voice, the breathy tone he’d used.

 ‘Fuck…’

 Bad girl. Stop it.

 At least it’d be nice to have the better part of a week abroad, miles and miles away from the man in question who was making every thought sinful. You could finally relax.

 “Is it a big resort?” you asked.

 “Oh it’s not one big place, we’ve all got separate little villas. You and I are with Rhaena and her boyfriend, Cregan. Alicent and her fam are in the one next to us. Dad’s done us the courtesy of being the furthest away so we can’t hear him and Rhaenyra going at it”

 “Ew Baela” you scrunch your nose, “Is Alicent nice?”

 “Nice enough to us. Look out for Aegon though”

 “The manwhore one, right. The one we ran into?”

 “Yeah, I didn’t tell him you were coming for a reason. The slut will be all over you”

 “Yeah no thanks, I might get syphilis” you joke, smoothing your hands over your legs.

 You’d changed on the plane to a pair of black shorts and a tank top, and it was a good job you did. It was hot in Lys. Bloody roasting. And if that wasn’t bad enough. It was humid as well, which meant the forgoing of a bra. But c'est la vie, you supposed, you were on holiday, you looked great, felt great and couldn’t wait to get in the sun and just soak it all up.

 You and Baela spent the last 30 minutes of the journey installing Tinder on your phone to check out the selection of men (and women, just out of curiosity) in Lys. But being a small island, you were picking up on people who lived hours away, in places you’ve never heard of either. 

To your dismay, not many people on Tinder in Lys, shockingly. So you stuffed your phone away as you pulled up to the resort. The resort, or at least the one which you’d share with Rhaena and Cregan, was a single floored villa with what you assumed was two bedrooms on each side. It was nice and quaint.

 “Cute” you comment.

Next to that little villa was another bigger one, two floors, slightly more bedrooms you’d wager. That must be where Alicent would be staying.

“She still came even though Viserys died?” you ask Baela, but she only raises her eyebrows.

 “It’s not like they were in love”

 Fair.

 Between the two villas there was a large shared pool that was separated into two sections and a tiny kiosk in the corner where a bartender was packing away stock. Rounding the taxi, you pull your luggage out with a huff.

 “Bartender is not too shabby” Baela wiggles her eyebrows and you shove her playfully.

 She’s right. He ain’t bad looking at all. Suitably tanned, perhaps even a native to the island, his white shirt only serves to emphasise the way his arms are so toned. It’s a nice distraction for sure, even if nothing ends up happening.

 It’s still early afternoon so plenty of time to get dressed and soak up the sun. But as you’re pulling your suitcase out of the taxi, you’re ogling the bartender so hard that it falls out the boot of the car.

 “Christ” you whisper.

 A woman from the bigger villa rounds the corner with long, curled auburn hair. You assume she must be Alicent, but she looks far too young to have four kids all grown up. She gives Baela a polite wave and turns, “Boys, help them with their bags, would you?”

 “Oh no, we’re fine!” you say back, giving her a wave and kneeling to the floor to pick up all your bags.

 “Thanks Aeg” Baela says as her bag is plucked from her grasp easily. You pull one bag over your shoulder and attempt to pull your suitcase to its side.

 “Struggling?”

 You froze.

 Oh fuck.

 You knew that voice. But you dare not look up.

 You stand with your hand on the handle of your suitable, eyes fixed solely on anywhere but where you know he is stood, smirking.

 An involuntary breath manages to escape when his large hand, the one you remembered pressing against your waist last time, brushed against yours to wrap around the handle of the suitcase. He takes it effortlessly, making you finally look up at him.

 He makes no secret of eyeing every bit of you, savouring the parts he’s never seen before, like the expanse of your legs, having previously always been covered by gym leggings. Smooth and leading to the spot where his eye pauses for a moment. To the tops of your thighs sneaking out of your shorts, he eyes them as well with a dark, determined look. The corner of his lip curled up somewhat once he saw the tank top and your lack of anything underneath.

 He looks disgustingly good, at least since the last time you saw him. Hair once again, in that slutty fucking bun.

 He’s only wearing shorts, perhaps he’d been sunbathing as well, but clearly not had much of a tan yet. His chest, which you’d never seen bare before, was glistening under the sun, toned and well defined with lines running all over. You caught yourself from looking at the dip of his hips, at the lines leading down to where you knew you wouldn’t be able to not look if you did. So you painfully refrained and looked back into his mismatched eyes, at the glowing pride sitting there at your obvious ogling of his form.

 He chuckles quietly and takes your suitcase to take into your room, as if he just needed an excuse to see the inside of it. You stood stock still in your position, watching the muscles of his back move as he walks, as if he just knows you’re watching him.

 Which of course, you are.

 You bite the inside of your cheek, both ragingly horny and annoyed at the same time.

 And when you look over at Baela, she bites her lip, mouthing I didn’t know.

 “I’m gonna fucking kill you” you whispered and she laughed nervously, as if really believing you’d do it.

Once the two Targaryen brothers had evacuated your rooms, you pushed Baela inside your shared room and slammed the door.

“Woah woah chill, what’s the big deal?” she asked, searching your eyes.

“Baela, why the fuck is he here?” you whisper, clearly stressed.

 “The fuck is up with you?”

 “Fuck’s sake, Baela, we kissed!”

She’s quiet for a moment and you expect her to freak out, but she just raises an eyebrow, “Is that it?”

 “Baela!”

 “You didn’t bang?”

 “Fuck’s sake, no! I mean… we might have if I hadn’t run off…but it felt too weird-I was paying him-”

 “You ran off?” Baela snorts.

 “Shut the fuck up”

 “What are you afraid of dick now?”

“Baela, I just-I couldn’t, it felt too weird-it’s not like I didn’t want to but-fuck”

 Baela puts her arms on your shoulders, “Babe, calm down. Listen, he's not your personal trainer anymore, mm’kay? He’s just ‘creepy Aemond’, now get your ass in that bikini so we can see the fruits of your labours alright? Get in that fucking sun”

 “He’s not creepy, Bae” you reply, exasperated by the situation you’ve been put in.

 “Regardless, get out there. Show him what he’s missing” Baela winks, zipping open her bag to get her swimming stuff, “You’re hot, y/n. Show him”

 With an annoyed sigh, you shed your clothes, not caring about whether you’re naked in front of Baela or not. A few years in a house-share with her meant you’d walked in on each other nude more than once.

 “Well?” she grins, you look over, bottom half of the black bikini now on, and your jaw drops.

 “Oh my god” you say, looking over at her. She has a bikini of her own, pale blue in colour and one that compliments her skin tone well. Hers has ties that she’s double knotted, “You look fit”

 “Thank you” she says with a smile, as if she knows it anyway.

 You pull your bikini top on, making sure your boobs are well rested and adjusted inside the top. The bottoms are double knotted at the hips, the top a classic one that ties around your neck and back. Once the girls are where they’re meant to be, you look over yourself in the mirror, and you had to admit, the one month program did a number on you. Thighs and legs, slightly more toned, curves smoothed over, arms had a bit more shape to them, but nothing that screamed ‘ah yeah I work out’. And more than anything, the ass looked amazing. You knew you had an ass anyway, but now…

 “What do you think?” you ask Baela, pulling your hair up messily.

 She looks at you in the mirror, “I give it a day” she says as she smears lotion over her body.

 “Until?”

 “Til Aemond’s had you on every flat surface here”

 “You’re fucking gross, you know that”

 “Bet you 5 gold dragons”

 “You’re on,  bitch”

  Once suitably sun-creamed up, skin glistening with it, you rest your sunglasses on top of your head and take a deep breath, going out to be greeted by the warm, humid air. Luckily, only Aegon seems to be sat outside on a sunbed at the moment, his hat resting over his face. Baela happily passes you a bright orange cocktail, and not quite ready to get into the pool, you sit on the side and dip your legs in, the smell of chlorine making you feel like you were finally on holiday.

 Aegon lifts his hat, squinting, “Hello ladies”

 Baela dips into the pool, “Manwhore”

 “Well that’s not very nice”

 Aegon doesn’t make any further effort to speak, plopping his hat back over his face, one airpod in his ear. Sipping the cool drink you scan the area. The villas are cute and luxurious and from here down the cobbled path you can see the beach that backs onto it all, the glaring white sand calling to you and the rush of the waves against them are somewhat calming.

 The little bar in the corner plays some quiet music, not loud enough to disturb anyone from their sunbathing or other holiday-like activities. Alicent sits on the other side underneath a parasol, she’s wearing a classy one-piece and for a woman with four kids grown up, she doesn’t show it one bit, slender and youthful. She reads a book in her lap, sunglasses rested firmly on her nose, a diet-coke in one hand.

 The only sound at the moment was the quiet music and the rippling of water as Baela swam leisurely in the pool, careful not to get her hair wet.

 It was nice.

 Down the cobbled path, you hear the grunts of what sound like two male voices. Arching an eyebrow and tipping your sunglasses up, there’s two men, suitably broad, making their way up to your villa.

 “Ah, my favourite cousin has arrived!” this guy is shorter, but not short by any means, he has wild curly brown hair and wearing shorts that reach to about his knees. Not a red flag per se but…

 Baela splashes him from her spot in the pool, “See you two are getting along famously”

 The other guy with him you recognise as Cregan Stark, Rhaena’s current boyfriend. You’d seen him around when you were at university, but the years had been kind to him and he’d broadened significantly, with a dark beard and a smattering of chest hair covering his torso. At least he’s opted for more stylish shorts though. You give him a polite wave which he returns, he’d always been a softie, it seems that hadn’t changed. Good for Rhaena.

 Jace flashes a smile your way, “Is this the infamous y/n?” he asks, rounding the pool to come and stand beside you to introduce himself, “I’m Jace”

 It’s at this moment that Aemond comes out of his villa, towel in hand. You try your damndest to not look in his direction as he throws his towel at the sunbed next to Aegon, but when you break and do, he’s not even looking at you. He’s staring daggers into the back of Jace’s head, gaze dark as if he wants to take the poor guy’s head clean off. And he makes a fucking meal out of his, only briefly flitting to you before looking away.

 Oh.

 Oh.

 You bite back a smile.

 “Nice to meet you” you say, shaking his hand politely, looking back to Baela and pulling an awkward look. She’s doing the same thing with her eyebrow raised.

 “I’m the other cousin, my brother’s Luke and Joff are in the villa over” he says excitedly. Gods he’s like…a puppy. Even though he very well could be the same age or older, he’s vibrating with excitement. It’s kind of a turn off.

 “You’re Rhaenyra’s kids right?” you ask, politely pretending to be interested.

 He nods, “Yeah, you probably won’t see her. Her and Daemon are always in the cities being tourists”

 This attempt at conversation is…taking it all from you. He’s cute, but not fuckable cute. And with Aemond in your peripheral pretending to be on his phone, but secretly watching every word that’s exchanged, it’s kind of exciting to see him…jealous perhaps.

 You just nod and agree to whatever he says. Aemond visibly bristles, tongue poking the inside of his cheek when Jace signs off with, “You’re welcome to come to our villa whenever you want”

 A bit…forward if anything. But you thank him politely and Jace eventually retreats down the cobbled path to his villa, which he’s helpfully stated is only about a 2 minute walk.

 Cregan asks, “Where’s Rhaena?”

“At the beach”

Cregan gives a polite smile, going off to the white sandy beach in search of his girlfriend. Baela swims up to you, leaning on the side of the pool as you sip the last of your cocktail.

 “Is he always so adept with women?” you ask with a smirk, Baela snorts, “several times I caught him looking below the chin”

 “Can you blame him” Baela returns, “Nah, he’s harmless really, you coming in?” she asks, swimming on her back to the middle of the pool.

 Sighing, you pull the sunglasses from your head and put them aside, padding over to the ladder.

 Even though you don’t look, you feel the intensity of his gaze. Raking all over your skin, as if the more he stares, the more skin he’ll be able to see. Perhaps he’d wondered what you looked like beneath the black fabric of the bikini, what it might feel like to undo the ties of them and let the fabric peel off your moistened skin, exposing your most intimate areas to the humid air.

 Your skin blossoms at the thought, even with how hot it is. The sun makes it no easier to cool off from these musings, only serving to intensify the electric bolt that radiates between the both of you, becoming stronger the closer you are to him.

 He watches as your legs dip into the pool the further you descend down the ladder, the water moistening your sun-cream lotioned skin, slipping away in waves as the droplets lap against your toned thighs. Aemond thinks he might die on the spot when the water surges against your breasts, instantly making the supple skin there glisten in the sun.

 And if that wasn’t enough, you reach up in a surprisingly tempting gesture and pull the clip from your hair. He’d rarely seen your hair down, but here with the ends dipping into the pool, each strand glimmering a soft halo around your head with the afternoon glow, the reins he has pulled taut inside his head are slipping recklessly.

 Pretending to scroll through his phone, his brother Aegon smirks beneath his hat, shamelessly watching Aemond’s resolve slowly crumble. But you do a good job of barely looking at him for the remainder of the afternoon. The same cannot be said for him.

 He realises he’s fucked when Baela, the ever playful person she is, dunks you below the water and every bit of you is wet, water cascading off every curve as you laugh and wipe your eyes. Even when you pull yourself onto the ladder out of the pool, giving him the perfect view of your ass, pulling the bikini a little bit up your hips as you do so, he manages to somehow hold it together.

 Being late in the afternoon, the sun’s beginning to make its way down, so with a slight shiver you pull a towel around you, raking some fingers through your wet hair to get the chlorine-induced tangles out. You lean over the bar, waiting for the bartender to turn around,

“Baela, what do you want?”

“Whatever you’re having!”

The bartender flashes a smile once he recognises your presence, eyes flitting to your chest pressed between your arms as you lean over the bar before returning to your eyes.

 “What can I get for you” he asks lowly and your head cocks at the accent. It’s kinda hot.

 “Do you have gin and tonic?” you ask politely,

 He braces the bar, the vein in his arm visible from this angle, “We do, but I think for a pretty woman like you I can make something better”

 You raise an eyebrow, “like what?”

 He twirls a glass of something behind his back, clearly showing off his bartending skills, “How about something with ouzo?”

 You shrug with a smile, “Never tried it but sure”

 As he mixes the drink, you peer over your shoulder at Baela and then to Aemond. He’s already watching you. It’s that look again. The one he’d given you last time in his home gym. The one where it feels like he’s looking right inside you, the darkened, determined look. You keep his gaze, thinking he will just look away like he had before. But he doesn’t.

 A muscle in his jaw twitches with annoyance. Or perhaps not even annoyance. Something else.

 Once you’ve polished off several cocktails, Aemond leaves with Aegon to go inside, presumably to change clothes, but not before giving you a look over his shoulder. Anyone else would have thought he was livid. To be honest, for a second you thought he very well could be. For what reason he had to be livid? You had no idea.

 You spent the night slathered in mosquito repellent and sat outside with Baela, Rhaena and Cregan. You’d wanted to be comfortable so decided on a dress with spaghetti straps. It was a comfortably warm evening, with fire-lit torches illuminating the space around the villa. Rhaena had arrived back in the late afternoon, flushed in the face and hair tousled and you and both Baela had noted that Cregan’s shorts were untied. The sun was clearly getting to Rhaena. Her and Cregan was a fairly new thing and she’d been both shocked and giddy when he’d offered to be her plus one for the trip.

 Sometime in the night, a figure that was clearly Aemond and another white haired girl walked towards their villa.

 “Helaena!” Rhaena shouted over with a smile. Both figures stopped and your stomach fluttered with nervousness when Aemond’s eyes landed on you briefly. Then a slight pang of disappointment when he said goodbye to the woman next to him to slip inside the villa.

 The ethereal looking woman comes over excitedly, sitting beside you, “Oh my gosh, when did you guys get here!”

 “Cregan and I came yesterday” Rhaena smiles,

 “Yeah but they were probably in bed all day sleeping, right Rhae?” Baela murmurs into her drink earning a smack from her sister.

 “Well it’s nice to meet you, Cregan” Helaena smiles politely before turning to you, “And you are?”

 “I’m y/n, Helaena was it?” you ask, shaking her soft hand. She was really pretty, like a fairy just floating around. She had dangly earrings with ladybirds on them and was wearing a flowy cream dress.

 “Oh so you’re y/n, I’ve heard so much about you!”

 It catches you off guard slightly, but you nod and then turn to Baela furrowing your eyebrows confusedly. She’s heard so much about you? The hell does that mean?

 The rest of the night is really pleasant and Helaena stays with you all chatting for the remainder of it. She’s really nice it turns out. It’s a wonder she’s even related to her brothers. She tells you all about the family drama, which piques your excitement and that her youngest brother Daeron, didn’t end up coming since he’s studying abroad, so she came instead. And you’re grateful she did, it’s nice to have other new female company.

 In your shared bedroom, you and Baela chat well into the night, about a plethora of things. But one subject you refuse to broach is him. Nope. Can’t talk about him. He’s only a few metres away, if you let your mind wander too much it’ll all be over.

 It’s a restless night’s sleep and your subconscious certainly doesn’t help. All your mind can allow you to remember is the way he touched you, how he had pressed against you, how his lips were slotting against yours almost desperately, his low moan.

 The next morning, after having a continental breakfast, Baela puts on a long maxi dress.

 “Everyone’s going to the city for a shop around, wanna come?” Baela meets your eyes in the mirror.

 “Shopping? Nah, that’s fine I’ll just stay here, want to relax a little bit and get some more sun”

 “You sure? Feel bad leaving you here on your own”

 “Is everyone going with you?” you ask, pulling some shorts over your black bikini.

 “Nearly, except for Dad and Rhaenyra. Sure you don’t mind?” she asks,

“Course not, have a good time”

 Pulling a shawl over your shoulders you see Baela and everyone off before trudging down the cobbled path to the white, sandy beach, plopping yourself on the sand and opening a book you’d borrowed from the shelf near the bar. You let the sun beat down on your shoulders, the soft wind blowing through your hair and listening to the waves in the quiet hair while reading a book just seems so calming.

 You’d already gotten quite a bit of sun yesterday and your legs had glazed with a sun-kissed colour, as well as your arms. So much so, the bikini had left a few lines where the straps were, if only very faintly. It was always easy for you to catch the sun. Pulling off your shorts, you lean back on your elbows to read some more and get some colour on your thighs.

 Early afternoon came by quickly and before you knew it, you could feel the tingle of pinkness on your shoulders, where your bikini was tied at your neck.

 Fuck.

 You’d forgotten to put suncream there, Baela had been the one to reach the difficult spot yesterday.

 Packing up your things, you carry your shorts and shawl in one hand and trudge back to the villa. It’s quiet, everyone must still be in the city. Your hair had somewhat curled up from the sea breeze so you ran your fingers through it once inside, snagging on some tangles.

 Now, where was the aftersun. Baela had it…

 “Not a fan of shopping?”

 Your head swung around at the sudden, familiar voice. And there he was, looking annoyingly hot, leaning against the doorway to your villa, a toned arm supporting his weight. Again, he wasn’t wearing a shirt and his shorts hung on his hips, making your eyes dip to those lines that lead…

 No.

 He has a lazy smile on his face, happy to have got you flustered and allowing his eyes once again to look over you in just the black bikini once more.

 “No, not really” is all you can muster, going back to looking for the aftersun with urgency. But really you didn’t want him to see the pink flush on your cheeks. Seeing him like this, no less being alone with him, especially looking as good as he does, was about to drive you to madness.

 He hums and walks forward into the village, hands in his pockets, “Looking for something?”

 “U-uh, just the aftersun” you struggle, clearing your throat and cursing yourself for the shake in your voice at being in his presence once again.

 “Ah” he responds.

 You gasp when one of his arms braces the counter in front of you and he bends down to the mini fridge, opening it to produce a bottle of said aftersun. You could feel his presence at your back, broad and warm, all encompassing. Swallowing thickly, you take a breath. It must be the smell of something on his skin that gives off a subtle scent, but whatever it is makes your stomach flutter and a warm bloom settles in your abdomen.

 You go to reach for the bottle, but he pulls back, and you meet his gaze. His look is soft, but dark and steadfast.

 “Where”

 Jesus fucking christ. My heart is beating so fucking fast right now.

 “Um…back of my neck” it comes out a whisper, and he doesn’t miss the way your breasts move in the bikini as you nervously breathe slightly heavier.

 “Difficult to reach by yourself” he muses, his voice rumbling in his chest as he is standing right behind you. You bite your lip. Is this really fucking happening right now.

 You shiver when his large hand moves your hair from your back to one side of your neck, the feeling of his fingers brushing against the skin there almost makes an involuntary sound come out your mouth. But you repress it, closing your eyes to grab hold of your reins.

 One hand fiddles with the single knot of the tie at your neck, slowly, his breath steady. And he finds the one he needs and pulls slowly, unwinding the bow until the bikini top is loosened. Your hands move to hold the front of your bikini up to cover your breasts as the fabric falls. Your mind is at war with itself, stuck between thinking this is wrong and it should stop, and then the more dominant side thinks, he’s here, doing this, you might as well see where it goes.

 Even though it was only one thin strap, when he sees your almost bare back right before him, you hear him exhale lowly and you only know because you feel his hot breath against it. He deposits some cold aftersun in his hand and slowly reaches out to the slightly pink skin of your nape, to spread it across. Your body prickles with anticipation at his touch, coupled with the chill of the liquid. Nobody says a thing as he massages it into your skin, not quite feathery but he applies pressure, making sure to roll his fingers into the muscles there, so that you really feel him.

 He continues for a moment and then his other hand joins. You’re unsure if there is actually any aftersun left at this point and he is just finding an excuse to touch you, but you don’t stop him. Desire pools in your stomach as his hands drag south, down the expanse of your back, to the sides, nearly touching your own hands where they are covering your breasts. Your eyelashes flutter as you sigh at the feeling, his large palms working the moistened skin. It is this point your eyes open when you feel his very obvious erection, pressing firmly against your buttocks.

 You feel his breath close to your nape, and it all seems to fall apart as he presses his lips there. Once, twice, three times…and then again as he drags his lips up your neck to behind your ear.

 “It’s not fair…you getting to walk around like this…” he whispers next to your ear, his hands trace the contours of your breasts, “...every fucking guy ogling you…”

 One of his hands smoothes down your side, resting at your hip, fiddling with the single knot of your bikini there.

 “...wanting to fuck you…”

 He just lets his hang rest there, neither touching you where you need him the most. Your blood is rushing around your body, humming with desire. Frustrated at not being allowed the pleasure it so desperately needs.

 “...but you won’t let them, will you. You’ll just let them look, like the needy attention slut you are”

 His words are unexpected but they have their effect, and you can practically feel your arousal at what he says. One of his hands sneaks beneath yours, to grab one of your breasts tightly, almost possessively, pinching the nipple between his dexterous fingers. It makes you breathe out a quiet moan, your body slowly giving in.

 “Do you have any idea how much I wanted to fuck that stupid little attitude out of you?” he says, his breath hot on the shell of your ear.

 He moulds your breast in his palm effortlessly, waiting for an answer.

 But you moan louder in both surprise and arousal when he squeezes it harshly, “I asked you a question”

 “Fuck-no, I didn’t…” you somehow manage, cracking your eyes open slightly. You see him only a little in your peripheral, expecting him to be smirking. But he’s not, he is dead serious. Which somehow serves to awaken your desire even more.

 His other hand slips beneath the fabric of your bikini and he himself lets out a guttural moan feeling how turned on you already are, the pads of his fingers collect the wetness already there, moving up to circle your slit with your own slick. Your mouth falls open slightly, body trembling with anticipation. God why does it feel so good.

“I would have had you in every way imaginable…if you’d stayed…” he murmurs against you, speeding up the motions of his finger.

“Fuck…Aemond-please”

 He spins you around quickly, the top of your bikini falling in a useless mess to the floor and he quite literally growls at the sight of your tits, as if he’d imagined what they might look like for a long time. His jaw tightens at the sight and he pushes the bottoms down to the floor, sinking to his knees almost instantly so he is staring hungrily at your cunt, wet and dripping for him.

 His hands remain at your hips, his fingers bruising red marks into them.

“Please what”

 Shit.

 Your face flushes red at the sight of him so close to your intimate area, and you would be lying if you said you weren’t a little embarrassed, but his pupils are so dilated with pure lust, it almost makes you forget.

 Your body jolts when he slaps your pussy hard, sending a jolt of pleasure through your clit and clawing up your spine, a desperate sound escapes you. He need not say anything else.

 “Please, I need you” you whine pathetically and he huffs, as if annoyed, using his large hands to part your legs even further, the counter biting into your lower back.

 “That’s what I fucking thought”

 He dives into your pussy with his tongue, swirling the soft, wet muscle around your clit a few times deliciously before venturing down, fucking you with his tongue and lapping up your slick like a man starved. He grips your hips as if you might move away from him, keeping you right where he wants you and all the while your desperate whines and the lewd sound of his mouth are the only thing that fills the otherwise quiet villa.

 You pray nobody returns, because what you’re doing right now deserves to be loud.

 God, how long had it been since a man last treated you this way. Since a man had known what to do with you so confidently, to have you a moaning mewling mess.

 It’s here when you look down, that you realise he’s fucking moaning while eating your pussy, almost sounding as if he’s enjoying this far more than you are. Enjoying your taste, your scent, everything. He briefly looks up at you, drinking in the indulgent look on your pinkened face, before delving deeper, his sharp nose rubbing against your clit with every move he makes with his tongue within you.

 You nearly lose it entirely when he presses two fingers inside, immediately crooking them to rub against that delicious spongy spot that makes your mouth hang open.

 “Ohfuck” you whimper as he doubles his efforts on your clit while pistoning his long, slender fingers within you. It feels like so much and your hand comes down to his wrist, feeling your climax curl in your gut and threatening to explode faster than ever. But he groans and uses his other hand to push it away, blissfully ignoring you and going faster in an effort to make you come apart around him.

 “You gonna come on my fucking tongue” he growls into your pussy, his ministrations never stopping for a second and in fact his lips lock around your clit to suck. A desperate moan spills from your mouth, not even passing your brain.

 “Yes, yes…” you pant, “Fuck-Aemond”

 Your hands brace the counter as your climax is ripped from you by the force of his fingers and mouth. Pure, white hot pleasure wakes every nerve in your body, prickling up your back and into your limbs, making them go numb. You barely register the sound you even make as Aemond continues to fuck you with his fingers through it, lapping up every bit of your essence that comes out, moaning and chanting ‘good fucking girl’.

 It genuinely takes you a moment to recover from it, your chest shining with sweat from the effort. But before you know which way is up, he rises, hands under your thighs to pull you up onto the counter, which is good since your legs were starting to give in from the force of your orgasm.

 “Aem-”

 His lips are on yours before you even have a chance to speak, allowing your legs to part so he might press flush against your weeping cunt. You feel his erection, hard and thick against you and it only makes you want it more. He takes you in with his lips as if it’s the air he breathes, a mess of lips, tongues and the taste of you, sweet like nectar.

 “Fuck, want you so bad” he breathes between kisses, outright moaning when your fingers card into the hair at his nape and grip.

 “Fuck me, I want to feel all of you”

 His eyes peer open down at you, his chest heaving with desire.

 “Please, don’t make me beg”

 At this, he does smirk, pushing his shorts further down his hips and freeing his cock, “I’d like to see you beg, baby”

 Christ.

 He’s much bigger than you’ve had before, definitely bigger than your pathetic ex was anyway (not like it’s hard). You take him into your palm, hot, weighty and heavy and he tilts his head back at the feeling as you give his length a few languid strokes, although there really is no need since he’s been constantly hard the second he saw you come out the taxi the day before. The way his face contorts when you rub your thumb over his weeping tip makes you think he is painfully hard, aching for any kind of release.

 God, if this is what he looks like now, you want to see his face when he is fucking you stupid.

 You guide him to your waiting core, his head barely kissing your entrance.

 “I’ve got an IUD, please-”

 He doesn’t need to hear any more, his hands reach out to grip your waist, pulling you forward as he pushes, letting out a guttural moan as he sinks into you to the hilt. He moves your leg to hook around him, trying to get as close to you as possible.

 “Fuck…” he moans with a shudder as his cock is squeezed by your tightness, “god you’re so fucking tight”

 Everything about this has your blood on fire. His cock fills you so perfectly, his moans, his words, the way his hands are holding you apart for him to use you. One of his hands moves to your nape, grabbing the hair there in his grip tightly, and the tension against your hair makes you moan out as well.

 But he doesn’t move.

 “Aemond…”

 “Beg for it” he orders, his stomach taut with the effort it takes to hold himself back. Frustrated and turned on beyond belief, you try and move your hips for friction. His hand flies from your hip to your jaw, fingers bruising into your cheeks, making you look directly at him and your eyes meet his, wide-eyed and heavily dilated, “Beg for it like the fucking slut I know you are”

 Once again his words ignite that fire that creeps down your spine, and you feel every bit of him. Every vein on his cock, how it twitches within your heat and how it kisses your cervix with how big it is.

 “Please fuck me, just move Aemond-please”

 You don’t have the resolve to deny it now. You want it so bad, more than you’ve wanted anything ever.

 He wets his lips, “That’s it” he coos.

 He pulls almost all the way out before slamming back inside, watching the way your tits bounce when his hips snap against yours with need. He doesn't start gently, too pent up for that, nor does he build up to it. He fucks you on the counter like he’s not been able to get a moment’s rest from thinking about this for weeks. The hand in your hair tightens impossibly, holding you there while his cock drags against your walls, still sensitive from your previous climax.

 Aemond watches his cock disappear over and over again into you, coated in your slick, revelling in the filthy sounds it makes when he slaps against you. And when he delivers a particularly hard thrust, brushing against that spot inside, your hand flies to your mouth to contain your moans, concerned that if anyone did come back, they’d be able to hear you.

 “None of that” he growls, ripping your hand away from your mouth, his eyes glimmering with mischief, “I wanna hear how good I make you feel”

 It’s impossible to hold back. He sees it all as a challenge now as he takes your hips with both hands, fucking you even faster if it were possible. He adjusts his hips and his stomach muscles, toned and hard ripple with the effort, his strong arms caging you completely in and he looks down at you as if he wants to see exactly the moment it happens.

 You grip his forearm tightly, “Aemond-I’m-”

 “Fuck I can feel you squeezing me…you gonna cum for me, hm? All over my cock” he breathes.

 You nod desperately, “Yesyes…please…cum inside me-”

 His brow arches smugly at this, a smirk etching on his features, “You want me to fill you up, huh”

 “Gods - yes”

 “Hm” he hums, allowing his large hand to encircle your throat, only barely squeezing, “gonna make you work for it”

 It’s when he squeezes your neck that you shut your eyes, face contorted in pleasure and that coil inside snapping forcefully. You can practically feel the rhythm of your heartbeat through your clit as you let go completely, gripping onto him for dear life. You don’t know what he means by ‘work for it’ but you don’t really care right now. The pleasure comes in waves over your body and Aemond pistons in and out through it, a lazy smile on his face watching you as you orgasm.

 You realise in all this that he’s not stopped. His hips continue to press into you faster and faster, now bullying the overly sensitive spots inside that have been decimated by your climax.

 “Aemond?...” you manage with a breathy moan, quickly feeling overstimulated.

 “Told you I’d make you work for it” he muses, moving his thumb to circle your clit.

 You gasp out, back arching against him as he tries to work yet another orgasm out of you, “I-I can’t-”

 “Give it to me” he orders, all while keeping that breakneck pace as he fucks you, sparking white-hot and borderline unbearable pleasure in two ways against your body. He leans forward to lick a fat stripe up the column of your neck all the way up to your ear and the change in position has his cock once again directly drag against that spot inside, one that makes your eyes shut, face contort and stars begin to appear behind them.

 “Give it to me like the good girl you are” he whispers as he bites down on the skin of your neck, marking you for himself.

 With a strangled cry, you give in, thighs trembling against his muscled sides and you feel another gush of arousal coat his cock by the loud sounds it's still making. He fucks you through this one, his strokes becoming sloppy, and you go limp in his arms feeling that he may also not last much longer.

 “Good girl-fuck” he cums with a shattered moan after that, his head buried into your neck as you feel his hot spend paint your walls, giving a few desperate thrusts until his cock twitches from overstimulation, still seated within you. Still coming down from the two close orgasms he’d given you, you take a moment to come back to earth, eyes cracking open after a while.

 Even with him still inside you, you can feel the combination of his spend and your own arousal leaking out of you, coating your thighs. He pulls his head tiredly from your neck to look at you. And he looks amazing, so blissed out, a bit pink in the face, but there’s a new softness there now where there wasn’t before.

 “Gods, you’re so perfect…”

 You kiss him desperately, not wanting this feeling to end as you both come down from your respective highs. And there’s a part inside of you that is self-conscious that perhaps all he wanted was sex, and that he doesn’t like you at all, so you savour this moment, concerned that after all this…there might be nothing.

 “Go on a date with me…” he says suddenly and you look up at him. For the first time since you’ve known him, he looks nervous, “please…”

 Combined with the thoughts you were just having, his words are so overwhelming that for the time it takes you to think of an answer, you just laugh breathlessly, which makes him arch a confused brow.

 “Date?” you ask, wondering if you’d heard correctly, “not to the gym I hope”

 “No, not at the gym” he laughs, “I…I’d like to get to know you better” he confesses.

 You huff a laugh, “You’re literally inside me right now”

 He lets out his own laugh, and it’s nice to see him genuinely smile, “not like that”

 His chest is still moving with his breathing, still slightly laboured, and your eyes glance over him for a moment, taking him all in. His hair has somewhat come free of his bun, so you tuck a strange behind his ear in a gesture that makes Aemond’s heart squeeze.

 “I’d love to”

 The smile on his face is unmistakable, and not a hint of smugness to it.

 Once he’s pulled his softening cock from your core and you’ve both cleaned yourself up, it overcomes both of you that you can’t keep your hands off each other, can’t spend a moment without lips locked. Everyone’s definitely going to notice.

 “I don’t want to hide it from anyone, if you don’t” you say in a whisper.

 He squeezes your ass lovingly, giving it a playful swat, “I certainly don’t”

 A few hours later, once the sun has started to hit the tops of all the buildings and the sky turns a hazy red with the sunset, you sit beside him, legs dipped in the pool and a shawl pulled around your shoulders from the slight chill. You let your head rest on his shoulder, utterly content as he kisses the crown of your head, in a shockingly loving gesture despite how he was railing you earlier. One strong arm wrapped around your waist.

 “Fuck” you whisper.

 “What” he asks amused.

 “I owe Baela 5 gold dragons”

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[nymphoheretic]

In His Clothes

Nymph: After months of waiting, drama, losing my sweet anon babies, seasonal depression, I've finally finished one of the NSFW fics of Wearing their clothing headcanons. These were not supposed to be fics, but c'est la vie. I hope you all enjoy!

Synopsis: You should have known better than to wear their clothing. The possessive looks should have been enough, but their clothes were so big and comfy....

Warnings: 18+ explicit smut, degrading, biting, blood, marking, bondage (sekido binds the readers hands), knotting, cervix kissing, dry humping, squirting (let me know if I forgot anything)

Special shoutout: Thank you @unknownspecies and @suyacho for beta-reading this!

Sekido didn't know what to expect when he came into his room to find you trying on one of his kimonos – the large fabric nearly swallowing your frame as the long sleeves hid your hands. The open neck shows a line of your abdomen down to the lacy black underwear you wore. The sight of your nipples straining against the material made his mouth water and cock hard. 

"Little brat...."

The sound of his growl startles you. "Seki..." you whisper, starting to close the open gap of the kimono, but Sekido was fast. Faster than what your eyes comprehend as he already wrestled you onto his lap – his hands cupping your breasts.

"Look at you, nasty bitch. You know what wearing my clothes does to me." One hand leaves your breasts to grab the fat of your hip, bringing you to a slow grind over his lap. "Feel what the fuck you do to me. Feel exactly what I'm going to fuck you so stupid with." His cock twitches as your dampening core rocks against the swelling length.

Your hands move to grab his shoulders as you loll your head back to the rhythm of his grinding, but Sekido had other plans. Taking the obi from the kimono he was wearing as he took your wrists. At your gasp, he uses the sash to tie your hands up in a tight knot behind your back, the position, making your breasts jut out from the fabric of the kimono you stole.

Carmine eyes lock with yours as a dark look enters their depths. “Naughty sluts like you don’t get to touch me.” His voice was deep — rumbling in his chest. The rough pad of his thumb brushes over the hardened peaks of your nipple as the other hand grips your hip tightly to rock your throbbing pussy over his achingly hard cock.

“ kido...” You whimper out, back arching further into his touch and rubbing your dampening cunt of the hard length, trying to gain some type of friction to your burning clit. A scream bubbles up in your throat when his fangs graze the tip of your nipple, “Ah~, Sek-Sekido.” You cry out, your fingers flexing with the need to claw at him, to bring him closer, to touch him. 

Sekido swipes his tongue over your nipple, tasting the salt that coats your skin from the sweat that forms. He had half the mind to just leave you all tied up and needy for his dick as punishment for daring to steal his clothes, but the way you were grinding your hips, rubbing your needy pussy over his length made him rethink that decision. “Tell me, little slayer,” his voice rumbles in your ear as he calls to you, “Do you think you deserve my cock, my knot? Have you earned that right?”

You struggle to answer as his claws dig into the fat of your hips and drag your drooling panty clad cunt over the swell of his cock in a hard grind, the friction causing your mind to go blank. It was only when his fangs bury into the junction of your neck and shoulder, warm blood spilling down your chest did you open your mouth. “Please! I don’t deserve it, but I need it.” You buck your hips, your damp panty clad clit catching the tip of his cock and sends a jolt of pleasure down your spine.

A dark chuckle leaves him as Sekido watches you with darkening red eyes. His hand tightens on your hips as he makes you rock faster, grinding harder against his cock as he bucks his hips into yours. “You’re right. You don’t deserve it. So you’re going to cum without me even touching this slutty cunt of yours.” His lips turn up in a mocking sneer as your honeyed cries reach his ears as your feeble attempts to get him to stop fails.

Digging your nails into the material of the sash tied around your wrists, tears burn in the corners of your eyes as Sekido continues to rock you over the hard muscles of his thigh, pussy clenching around air as your mouth falls open in a silent scream. You want to weep, beg and sob for his fingers – his cock. Something to fill the burning ache that settles in your core. But you know better, Sekido trains you well. He gave you an order to cum untouched and that was what you were going to do. No matter how much you plead with the demon of rage. 

Sekido groans as he feels your slick drenching his thigh, his cock twitching to life and causing a tent under his own robe. A growl vibrates in his chest as he stares up at you, biting back the love sick smirk that wants to curl at his lips. He would never let you see exactly how much you affect him – how much you manage to worm your way into his anger-induced heart. “Cum, whore. And maybe I'll be nice and let you sit on my cock.” He moves on hand from your hip to the apex of your thighs, thumb circling your clit in rough hard circles that makes your head fall back and a scream bellows from your chest.

Your pussy spasms from the stimulation, cum dripping out of you as your hips continue to rock over Sekido’s lap and grind your slick over him. “‘Kido...I-” your words are cut off as he spins you around so that your back is facing him, claws shredding the thin material of your panties. You watch with bated breath as Sekido bunches the fabric of his kimono up under your breasts as he frees his dick from the confines of his restrictive clothing.

Biting down on your lip, a low hiss leaves you as Sekido lines his thick mushroomed head at your drippy little hole, swiping it over your clit and tapping it on your entrance. His voice rumbles in your ear before his fangs graze over the fleshy shell. “You dirty slut. Cumming untouched and making such a filthy mess. Looks like I need to plug up this nasty pussy. Don't expect me to be gentle either.”

You didn't want it anyway else as the demon of rage pulls you down onto his heavy dick, bottoming out in one single thrust as his claws dig into your bound wrists. Another scream is torn from you, but it was cut short when your lover wraps his hand around the back of your neck, long fingers pressing firmly on your arteries while his thumb rests on your vocal cords.

“Shut the fuck up.” His voice rumbles in his chest, vibrating against your back as he speaks. Sekido thrusts roughly up into you, heavy balls clapping on the skin of your ass as he fucks you hard and deep. “You don't get to say a word.” He applies just a bit more pressure to your neck, his other hand digging into the fat of your hip. An idea forms in his mind as a slow smirk tilts at his lips. “Hn.” He lets out a small chuckle, his thrusts slowing until he stops completely. 

Sekido growls when a whine escapes you and the flat of his fingers smac loudly against the mound of your cunt. “Stop whining like a cock hungry whore. If you want my cock so badly, do it yourself. Fuck yourself and make yourself cum.”

You gasp at his words. Sekido has never let you have control like this before and honestly you didn’t know if you wanted it. You want him to drill up into you until you’re a sobbing, cumming mess. “Seki—” You words are cut off when the hand that he has wrapped around the back of your neck tightens just enough to make your head swim from the lack of oxygen-rich blood to your brain. 

“Are you fucking deaf, slayer? Or are you too cockdrunk already?” He growls, slapping and pinching your sensitive nub repeatedly. Over and over again until you were damn near screaming and shaking from the intensity of the orgasm that washes over you. “Now, fucking bounce on my cock. That’s the last time I’m giving you an orgasm. The next one is on your own or I’ll fucking edge you all night long.”

A soft whimper leaves you at Sekido’s promise — he never makes empty threats. With your hands still tied behind your back, you use your legs to lift your body, pussy squelching as his cock drags slowly through your folds. You start off slow, the muscles in your thighs burning and screaming from the overusage, but you don't stop as you rise and sink on his thick cock. The bulbous tip pressing against that sweet spot that only he could reach. You bite your lip, so hard that you nearly break the delicate flesh and spill blood.

You toss your head back, mouth dropping open as you take in more of his length. Your eyes begin to water as you feel the slow swelling forming at the base of Sekido’s cock. His knot. There was no way you would be able to sink down far enough without his help. “Pul-please, daddy...” You whisper softly, hoping the name would shake your demon lover.

And it did. Sekido’s eyes snap open, glowing lustfully as a growl falls from his lips. “Desperate slut. Calling me that, knowing the effect it has.” He sits up, his wide chest against your back as his arm hooks under your thigh. Lifting his hips, he fucks into you with brutal, punishin thrusts, grunting as he slowly forces his knot deep inside your tight little hole. “Ha~ Nasty bitch. Needed her fucking daddy’s help to plug up this cunt with his seed?”

He doesn’t give you time to answer as his fangs bury themselve into your shoulder, blood swelling up in the punctures. Sekido’s greedy tongue laps at the spilling crimson as he knocks into the swollen spony spot, his knot swelling to its fullness inside you and plugging up your hole. “Cum, you greedy slut. Cum for me so I can fill ths unworthy pussy with my seed.” He gives you harsher, deeper strokes — fucking his knot in deeper as his hand circles around your waist to nestle between your slick thighs to rub hard, tight circles on your swollen clit.

“Fuck! Daddy ‘Kido...” You whine out as your body convulses, your pussy tightening around his cock and fluttering as you cum hard. Squirt gushes from you and soaks his balls in your essence. You could feel the way his cock pulses inside you, throbbing and swelling even further as Sekido nears his high. 

A grunt is all he utters as he locks his hips, pulling you down as far as he could onto his cock until the swollen tip was pressed so snuggly against your cervix. Sekido’s dick twitches as his cum spills over, hot and thick, flooding your womb and painting it white. His knot holds steady as you slump back against his chest, completely spent and he could not help the small chuckle that vibrates in his chest. “Idiot. Wear my clothes again and I’ll fuck you twice as hard.” He wraps his arms around you, his knot still holding tight as he rolls onto his side. Gliding his palms over your curves in what he thinks is a soothing manner as he laps at the nasty bleeding bite mark, he says. “Sleep, slayer. You’ll need your strength because if you’re still wearing my kimono when I awake, I’m fucking you all over again.”

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[strawberrymilk-sunshine]

The Jade Leech vore tease. I refuse to give this an actual name.

I'm sorry for what you're about to read.

Warning(s): vore tease, NOTHING BAD HAPPENS TO YOU but uh Jade sucks on you like a candy (sorry I just sorta wrote this on impulse. The idea entered my head and I started writing it with no second thoughts whoopsies)

"Oh dear..." Jade said to himself. "This was an... unexpected... turn of events."

"Jade, what the hell just happened-?" You asked, coughing.

"Well, (Y/N), I appear to have..." Jade looked nervous, uncharacteristically so. "...um... shrunken you, with the potion we were making."

"You... y-you what?!"

"I don't understand..." Jade said to himself. "I've never once messed up a potion this severely... our potion was meant to shrink an object and have no effect on living creatures, but... here you are, the size of a figurine!! Where did we go wrong, (Y/N)?!"

"How am I supposed to know?! I'm not from this world, Jade!" You yelled. "Also, Professor Crewel is going to kill us!"

"...we're going to fail." Jade said. "I can't let that happen...! I need to get you back to normal as fast as I possibly can, and fix this potion, and-" He suddenly got a certain look on his face. "Crewel's coming this way. I have to hide you."

Jade looked around everywhere in a panic, trying to find anywhere to hide you.

Then he lifted you up, and you know what he did?

Do you know what that moray eel man did to you?

He. Stuffed. You. Into. His. Mouth.

"Ah, my little water pup. I assume your object-shrinking potion is coming along well?" You heard Crewel ask. Jade nodded while (you assume) smiling politely. "...where is (Y/N)?"

"They... had to use the washroom." Jade responded, barely moving his lips.

"What are you doing, Leech?" Crewel asked.

"...I'm practicing ventriloquism in my spare time, Professor." Jade responded. "For fun."

"Alright. I suppose I can't question the hobbies of my pups. Feel free to continue practicing your ventriloquism, water pup. And let me know when that potion is completed."

The moment Crewel walked away, Jade spit you out into his hands.

"You tasted like chemicals." He told you with a disgusted face.

"Yeah, that'd be my lab coat..."

"You look... wet, (Y/N)." Jade told you. "Are you ok?"

"No, Jade, you just put me in your mouth to hide me from our Professor!" You said, wiping the spit from your safety goggles. "How are you going to fix this, Jade?"

"...well... all I need to do is hide you from Professor Crewel until I fix this, right...?" Jade asked, a wide, malicious, predatory grin on his face. "I think I know exactly where to hide you, (Y/N)~"

"What are you planning, Jade...?" You cautiously asked.

"You know full well what I'm planning. I am an apex predator, after all~"

"JADE DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE-!"

You know what he did?

Jade stuffed you right back in his mouth. Though more... violently than before.

You know, thank goodness you're wearing your labwear right now. Keeping the rest of your clothes dry... that's a bit of a positive.

He swished you around in there, rolling you from one side to another, making sure not a single part of your body remained unlicked.

And you know, aside from the taste of chemicals you had on your lab coat... you actually tasted really good.

This went on for quite a while. Jade continued... playing with you for five. Whole. Minutes. Do you understand how long that is when you're in a really tight moist and humid space? It's SO long...

Also, he just tilted his head back. Ok. Guess he's gonna eat you. Not exactly how you wanted to die, but, you know, c'est la vie.

...

Then, he tilted his head downward once more and let you fall out of his mouth and into his hands. He did do one last thing to you, though. He stuck the top half of your body back into his mouth and sorta... sucked on you like a hard candy for a few seconds before FINALLY giving you a break from all that.

"A growth potion is very easy to craft. I thought it would be fun to... mess with you while I was making it!" Jade smiled.

"...I'm pretty sure you swallowed my safety goggles." You told him, feeling your head.

"Oh. My mistake. Don't worry, (Y/N)! I'm sure we'll be able to craft a good lie for Professor Crewel." Jade assured you. "Preferably one that he believes."

"Whatever. Just give me the potion, alright?"

"It feels good to be normal sized again." You said, still very wet. "Uh... how're we gonna explain why I'm soaking wet?"

"...I don't know, (Y/N)." Jade admitted to you. "Let's try to correct our potion now!"

"You, uh... you don't have molars, huh?" You awkwardly asked.

"No, us morays have no need for them."

"Why not?"

Jade stared at you for a moment, before winking.

"Because us morays swallow our prey whole and alive~"

Oh.

Well that's always good.

Knowing that he does that, and could have done that to you and was going to do that to you... that's fun. That's good. That's cool.

...

Note to self... stay away from Jade Leech if you ever get shrunk again.

[sophaeros]

love your blog, if possible could I get an Albert and Jules lore dump? I read your other post but I am hungry for more context (and sources)

omg hii glad u like it here !! 😋 umm ok i can try to do like a rough little timeline w notable moments maybe? whatever comes to mind lol

in err 1991 i believe when julian was 13 he got sent to that one swiss boarding school to curb his alcoholism (did not work clearly) and a while later 11 year-old albert also arrived. julian stayed for two years and albert stayed for six months. julian had this to say about their meeting SNIFFLES. theyre never beating the soulmate allegations i fear

How did you become friends at first? Julian: Two of us arrived in a private school in Switzerland. I felt I had nothing in common with the others. They were so different from people I knew in New York, they were obsessed by clothes Haut Couture. I missed New York so much, it’s really a part of my soul. Meeting Albert was a relief. At last, someone with whom I could talk. There was immediately something, a feeling of complementarity. We talked a lot of music, of our band plans. We gave ourselves 2 years to create a band or to bury this dream. After 2 years, we gave ourselves 2 more years, (laugh).

— the strokes for les inrockuptibles, march 2002 (x)

after albert moved back to la he and julian lost touch until 1998 when albert moved to new york at 18 to go to film school and find himself or whatever. and of course they have the most red string of fate ass second meeting oh my god it makes my stomach hurt. I COULD LITERALLY SEE HIM FROM MY WINDOW. why arent they in a stupid hallmark movie romcom COME ON

“When I first came to New York,” marvels Hammond, resplendent in red and black winklepickers, “the way things happened to me, it was like there was someone… doing it. I moved into my apartment, it was directly across the street from where Julian worked. Like, what are the odds? I could literally see him from my window.”

— albert hammond jr for q magazine, april 2002 (x)

and so albert becomes the final member of the band, completing the set ❤️ (the talk, 2013)

Albert, did you have to try out to be in The Strokes? Yeah. I remember when I met everyone. I met Julian first, then Nikolai, got really drunk one night, and then I went to go try out, even though Julian told me later that in his mind I was already in the band. How come? I was an okay player, I could play chords and stuff, but I looked awesome. (Laughs) I just looked like there was only one thing I could do: be in a band.

albert and julian lived together for seven years from 1998 to 2005 when julian got married, they had two apartments together and the first one is the most well known, it's the dumbbell shaped one. idk about the layout of the second unforch

ehhh scrubbing ahead a bit. julian wasn't there for albert's intervention in 2009 because he was on his solo tour

but happily in 2013 we get albert releasing his comeback ep through julian's label cult records (and then he leaves cult records in 2015. c'est la vie.) (nme september 2013)

“I’d been talking to Julian about wanting to release something on his label since he started it,” Hammond Jr explains. “He was like, ‘Let’s put out a song’. So I went, ‘Alright, I’ll start working with Gus [Oberg] and maybe after we do a few songs there’ll be one that’s fun in there.’ I sent him the first, ‘Cooker Ship’, and he was floored. I got an email back with a million ‘yes’-es on it!”

speaking of which. i've posted this before but SIGHHHH (the talk 2013) that song is for his fucking then-gf justyna. (well, most likely. i dont think hes ever outright stated who he wrote it for but the mv is pretty domestic (for the most part......) and theres a bit where theyre kinda dancing in the living room which is one of the things albert told an interviewer he and justyna did a lot → vice june 2015 but of course i suppose you never know)

Kind of like The Strokes’ song “You Only Live Once”… Julian wrote that. I’m in the band, but I still take his lyrics like a fan would. You always relate lyrics to yourself, and I even do that with him even though he is one of my friends and we lived together when he was writing it. God knows what they were truly about. But it came full circle when he was over listening to “St. Justice” from my new solo EP. It was really cute, he was like, “Is this lyric about me?” And I was like, “…no, man.” It really wasn’t, but it was a good circle because I’ve felt that way about so many of his lyrics. When we got in the band, Julian had such a vision, he was just a strong writer, so the first three records are all his.

and then there's. whatever the fuck is up with one way trigger. i'll make a post about that swear

ending this post here i think bc otherwise i'm never gonna post this SORRY. i'll try to think of more but the tragedy of julian/albert is that it's actually really hard to find fuel for them. unlike milex where they're apparently physically incapable of not being all over and waxing poetic about each other. but then what you Do get is kinda crazy. such is life

[swagmagussupreme]

@whiterose-fans-blog White Rose in Bloom, Day 8: Free day

I, uh... thought it would be cute to do something like my christmas oneshot, just putting all the rubys and weisses from Knights of the White Rose, Darkening Horizons, and Biotechnical Engineer, but... uh... it ended up sad. whoops. sorry for anyone who doesn't have the context for these, but the idea hit me and i ran with it. c'est la vie.

cw for suggestive content, mentioned drug abuse/addiction, and mentions of all the shit that's in Darkening Horizons/Twilight Concerto. Spoilers for all of them, too, and this obviously isn't canon to these stories lol. If only.

At this point, Weiss wasn't really weirded out by anything— losing an arm does that to you— so when she slid into a booth between two Weisses, it didn't even feel like anything. She'd already had that Christmas thing with ol’ medieval-Weiss, but the third one was different. She was, like… a robot. She had spindly robot legs and porcelain doll-looking arms, and her voice (which had the heaviest High Atlesian accent of them all) did a weird double tone sometimes.

And with three Weisses came three Rubys, which was considerably less weird than the robot-Weiss. Old-timey Ruby was much more scarred in the face, now— moreso than everyone at the table, combined— and wore the third Ruby’s big canvas coat over what was a pretty fucking skimpy tunic. She seemed distantly troubled.

And the third Ruby was just… older, like Weiss³ was, and a little closer to the thick side than the other ones. She didn’t even have any visible marks or old wounds on her. What was weird was how many obscene, worryingly dark hickeys and bite marks were glaring out from her neck and collar, taunting the other Weisses in their virginity. Weiss Prime stared at Weiss³, searching for any similar marks.

She didn't see any, at least for a bit. Then she blinked. She blinked harder, wiping her eyes. Had… had she purposefully failed to fully conceal the giant, hand-shaped bruises around the entirety of her throat. What the fuck was wrong with these freaks!

Weiss swallowed, shuffling in her seat. Weiss³ stared at her smirkingly. Old-timey Weiss looked at the woman’s neck with pure, genuine confusion. 

Ruby— her Ruby, Ruby Prime, eyepatch and all— smiled awkwardly before pulling the menu up to her face. Weiss blinked, her mind tugged by a little realization.

“Wait, aren't I supposed to be a hostage? Why am I here?”

The other Weisses gave her a look of horror. The other two Rubys did, too, but Ruby Prime was the only one to speak with a surprisingly humored snort. “Yeah, and I'm supposed to be going through a whole magic-curse-DID-type thing to cope with all the trauma and the horrifying visions of the future that I'm regularly assaulted with— you would hate my alter.”

Weiss blinked. Weiss blinked. Weiss blinked.

Two Rubys blinked. 

“But let's not think about—”

“I just killed someone,” medieval-Ruby stated, her voice coming low out of her silence. “Well, he died and I let it happen on purpose. Then I, uh… might have gone mad. Slashed his neck.” She tightened the coat around herself. “He killed mom. Even if mom was bad, he… he killed her.”

��I developed a craving for sap,” that Ruby’s Weiss said, her voice strange, affected by some kind of tremor or something. Weiss looked at her hands and noticed they had an underlying quiver, then got to watch as that Weiss pulled her cheek aside, displaying four giant fangs slicing from her gums on one side, replacing her top and bottom canines and their neighboring incisors, with a matching set of four more on her other side. “It's a magical substance from the Forever Fall, I imbibed too greedily and it shifted my body. Now I'm afflicted by a compulsion towards it. It is… not pleasant.”

“Holy shit,” Weiss Prime mused, leaning closer with Weiss³ to get a closer look at her fangs— and they were fangs, and they were— “Badass!”

Fang-Weiss reeled. “Wh-what? Bad… what? What does that mean!”

“Geil!” Weiss³ added, getting an immediate nod followed by intense confusion from Weiss Prime.

“Sprichst du—” Weiss shook her head and interrupted herself, focusing instead on her old-timey counterpart. She shook her shoulder, her expression in its best attempt at genuine encouragement. “You can beat this addiction! Your fangs are cool as hell!”

She looked to Ruby Prime for approval, only to be surprised by mirrored approval from all three Rubys— a doting smile, a warm silver gaze— and it was all kind of too much. She couldn't help herself, okay! She was still a teenager! So what if the thought of all three Rubys at once was enough to make her blush! Gods, she was worse than Weiss³!

After a period that really shouldn't have been so long, a server swung by the table— a tall guy with caramel skin, black hair tied back in a tight ponytail, and black cat-ears. The pre and post-Rubys reacted the quickest and most smoothly— the most scarred Ruby merely raised her brows before shrugging without worry, and the least scarred Ruby only gave the faunus’ features a passing glance before realizing she had a menu to order from.

The Weisses reacted… differently, to say the least. Perhaps the fanged Weiss hadn't noticed Blake’s faunus features before, but nobody had said anything about the weird elf-looking Blake, either, so she stared in pure shock at the guy’s cat ears. Robo-Weiss openly glared at them like they'd jump out and bite her, and not in the fun way that she clearly enjoyed. The server returned their wary looks, but took the unanimous, mouthed apologies from the prime couple as a good excuse to leave, with a last request of waters being called out by Ruby Prime.

“Vat in ze fuck vas zat?” Weiss³ (which Weiss realized was like ice-cube, which made her kinda miss Yang’s jokes, which made her realize Yang was probably having a nasty six-way with all her Blakes and Yangs, which made her gag) spat. “I thought zose people vere extinct!”

Weiss cringed into a singularity. 

“Cool it on the racism, babe,” Rube-cubed smoothly advised, and wow her voice was… wow. “Things are different here. Better, right?”

She sent a questing look to eyepatch-Ruby, which was answered with an unfortunate wince. “Ehhhhhh?” she tepidly said. “Not… really? Not at all? Better than extinct, but… I mean, racism’s obviously super bad and looked down upon, but, like, realistically? Yeah it's bad.”

“Ah, you hear that?” Ruby³ said, smirking at her own partner. “It's bad. No racism, Weiss.”

“But—”

“Babe! They're literally extinct! They’ve only ever lived in our history books!” Ruby hissed, keeping her voice quiet but still hot. “Give ‘em some slack, okay?”

Weiss-cube huffed, but crossed her metal arms and begrudgingly nodded. Her Ruby offered a smile in return. That seemed to mull her over.

“But what was that?” Weiss’ medieval clone asked, her voice hushed. 

“Who,” Weiss Prime gently corrected. “And he is a faunus. Sort of a, uh…” oh wow ‘animal-person’ would sound super racist. “A person with… different… features?”

She gave her girlfriend a beseeching glance. Ruby rolled her eyes fondly. “You can say animal features, babe. Like, they are the features that are shared between faunus and animals. Cat ears, tails, claws, et cetera.”

Oh fuck, she called her ‘babe’, and just like the hot Ruby— the other Ruby! Not hot! Her Ruby was hot! 

Weiss’ brain had a minor internal meltdown, during which time she vaguely could hear another conversation between her Ruby and the old-timey Weiss.

“So, you guys don't have faunus?”

“Non.”

“Then your Blake is…”

“Fay.”

“And what's that? An elf?”

Ruby-cubied piped up loud enough to shock Weiss out of her blushing reverie, almost shouting, “Your Blake’s an elf?”

That Weiss scrunched her face up tight enough to show her fangs. “Non? She is a fay. From the fay realm, the Shimmer.”

Weiss Prime, fresh off a cognitive blending, stupidly asked: “Did you hate her, too?”

The fanged Weiss shrank into herself, wincing as if her words had been a physical strike. “Er… yes. I did. But she hates me more, and for good reason. We— my family— have done terrible things to them. I fear I will never grasp the true extent of what harm I have given them.”

The scarred Ruby leaned forward and captured her hand between her own, her face soft with an unguarded, gentle loving that Weiss had never seen— not even from her own Ruby. It made her envious. 

“Weiss,” that mangled Ruby said smoothly, then: “‘Babe,’” with a look seeking approval from the other Rubys, getting thumbs-up and big grins. “It's really not your fault. You're making amends now.”

Weiss only pursed her lips tight, making the bumps over fangs obvious against her mouth. She didn't seem as eased as Weiss Prime would've been.

The server returned with a round of waters, getting no more bewildered looks from old-timey Weiss and no more glares from Weiss³, and left after the one-eyed Ruby requested more time to order. The couple cubed took to their menus without issue. Ruby Prime leaned across the table and offered to share a plate of sliders, which her girlfriend agreed to with only a little bit of disdain.

Weiss leaned back into the booth and watched her Ruby explain what a menu was and how it worked to the illiterate, medieval Ruby, who also needed help understanding what all the food items were. She felt a warm smile crawling over her lips. That was her girlfriend. Her girlfriend. Even if they'd been officially together-together and in each other's presence for less than a day, Ruby was her girlfriend. Finally. She could just lean over the table and kiss her. She could do that. She would. She was doing—

“Er, Weiss? Me?”

The Weiss with fangs poked her in the side, her face thoroughly twisted with confusion. “Weiss Prime,” Weiss summated, using what she already did in her own head.

“I am not going to call you that,” Ren-Faire Weiss said. “What do I do with this?”

She waved her menu. It flopped like a dead fish. Weiss felt like an idiot. “Oh, uh… it's food. It's all food, listed with its ingredients and calorie count beneath each item.”

“What is a… cal-or-ee?”

“Don't worry about that,” Weiss waved her off, pointing to the menu. “You'll probably want something like this. It's a salad. Leafy greens—”

The Weiss with two normal arms scowled. “I know what a salad is.”

“Oh, er…”

“I want to know what un cheese-burger is. What is ‘burger?’”

Weiss cringed at the thought of such a virgin stomach handling that level of grease. “Uh… not something you want. Just trust me on the salad, its—”

The fanged Weiss shot out a finger, and Weiss suddenly found her lips sealed under a painfully cold layer of ice. “Non. I will be trying it.”

Weiss tried to pull the ice off, to no avail. She sent a pleading look to her Ruby, who returned a pitying smile before leaning towards the old-timey Weiss. She extended a hand towards the frazzled, white-haired girl, her smile smooth enough to make Weiss jealous. “Could you unfreeze my girlfriend? Her lips are, unfortunately, important to me.”

Weiss’ lips went from frozen to wet as melted ice sloughed down her face and into her shirt. Her cry was immediate: “Unfortunately?”

Ruby leaned back in her chair and snickered, then had to tip her head all the way back as mirth took her. “Your face! Omigosh, your face… oh… oh shit. Oh man. I love you.”

Weiss watched her girlfriend wipe her eyes on her cloak— the one she'd embroidered for Peaceday. It looked good on her. A distant melancholy staked Weiss’ chest, and she felt it crawling up her throat as she said: “I love you too.”

The exchange had been quiet. The other Rubys and Weisses were in their own conversations. The world was just between them. Ruby met her eyes. 

That lone silver was warm, but it was wet. Apologetic. Doleful. Longing. Ruby's scarred lips twisted down hard, locking any sobs in. She looked at her hands, her face twisted with shame, with guilt, with a thousand things she wanted to say, and with equal knowledge that none of it would matter once this farce ended. It would be her, alone with her trauma. Weiss, alone with her own.

What could Weiss possibly say? ‘Stay strong?’ ‘I love you?’ ‘Come for me?’ ‘I'm alone and I'm alive and I need you?’

“Alright, uhhh… grilled chicken salad and habanero quesabirria?”

Weiss jolted, so did Ruby. The server reached over them, passing the plates over their heads and towards Weiss and Ruby-cubed, respectively.

“Now the chili mango tacos and the, uh… jalapeño barbecue big-mouth cheeseburger deluxe with extra… everything? And no pickles?”

The stripey, marked face of scar-Ruby went wide at her own Weiss as she took the tacos. With a beaming, be-fanged grin, the girl took the giant, sloppy burger.

“And there ya go with those sliders.”

The miniature burgers hit the table a little too hard between Weiss and her partner, the sound making them both wince. The buns were normal. The meat was there. The fries existed.

Weiss and Ruby stared at their sliders like their gazes could meet through them. Neither reached for one of the burgers. Weiss took a fry, put it in her mouth, then took it out and put it in her lap. She'd never been less hungry.

“So, you can do magic too?” Medieval-Weiss asked, her entire lower face already drenched in brown barbecue sauce. She was, to Weiss’ genuine surprise, not detonating from what must be a million new flavors to her, including spice. Nobody before modern times had spice.

Weiss remembered she was a human and was supposed to use the gift of speech. “Uh, I suppose? My Semblance is glyph—”

“You're a half—”

“You have magic?” squeaked Weiss³. “Bullshit!”

Weiss looked at her in surprise. “Uh, we have Semblances?”

“I have magic,” the toothy one countered haughtily, earning her a thump on the shoulder from her own Ruby.

“It's called a Semblance,” Weiss Prime insisted.

“No,” corrected the two-eyed, many-scarred Ruby. “I have a Semblance. She has magic. True magic.”

The medieval (fantasy, apparently) Weiss brought up a couple fingers and levitated the ice cubes out of her glass, then somehow willed them into the shape of a hand with thumb and pinky extended, which she pointedly swept over the middle of her face. Her Ruby chuckled. 

“Wait,” best-Ruby said, raising one hand in a way that made Ruby³ reel— she probably saw the webbing of Aura-scars, bright red over her pale skin. “So you've got magic, and you've got a Semblance,” she pointed between old-timey Weiss and old-timey Ruby respectively, then to herself and her own Weiss. “But we've both got Semblances. What kinda dichotomy is that?”

“That's not what a dichotomy is,” Weiss Prime pointed out.

Ruby³ piped up bitterly: “Hey, what kinda dichotomy is you guys having magic and us having, uh, Weiss?”

“Einen Scheißdreck.”

“That's like ‘jack shit’, right?” asked the unscathed Ruby, leaning towards her robotic Weiss and stage-whispering.

“Ja, more or less,” that Weiss returned in the same conspiratorial tone. Ruby offered her a fist-bump, which she took with a giant smile that wasn't on her lips, but everyone could see it.

“You get robot-stuff,” Weiss countered, “though I guess we do too. I was supposed to, at least.”

The Weiss-cube looked at her and scowled, then at the Weiss on the open end of their table. In terms of natural limbs, they were ordered from most to least. “And vat did happen to Deinem Arm?”

“Ich schneide es.”

“Absichtlich?”

Weiss Prime scowled. “Ich will darüber nicht sprechen.”

Weiss³ shrugged. “Mein mech exploded. I am lucky ve recovered zis much.”

“Mech!” eyepatch-Ruby blurted. “You— you guys have mechs? Seriously? Like in—”

“Dein Anime, ja,” Weiss³ said sardonically, getting another one-eyed look of amazement. “Vat? Ve have anime, too.”

Weiss checked on the other two to see how they were coping with being left out of this conversation, only to catch a perfect view of her fanged clone clamping her fangs into the giant burger like an animal, with her respective Ruby staring, wide-eyed with a mouthful of taco and bright red splotches over her cheeks. 

Weiss let them have that weird moment, and went back to the convo just in time to hear her own Ruby asking: “Wait, so what do you two do?”

Weiss³ waved between herself and her redder half (fuck, she wished Yang were here), her tone warbling low. “Ich der Kapitän—”

Ruby³ interrupted her quickly. “She's in the— we’re in the military. She's the boss, I'm her technician.”

Ruby Prime perked up at that last word. “You're a technician?”

Weiss³ proudly nodded. “Ja. Meine girlfriend hat einen Masterabschluss!”

“I have a Master's Degree in Biotech Engineering,” the girlfriend translated, not sounding particularly happy or prideful about it.

“Biotech!” Ruby Prime exclaimed, her eyes glittering. “You mean, like, robot parts!”

“Biologically-integrated robot parts,” the other Ruby clarified, one hand stretching towards her robotic girlfriend. “Like Weiss. She's all biont now, no more robo-cybers; that shit's bad for ya.”

Ruby Prime looked at that Weiss, then her arms, and she stared for a long time at her arms. She turned to her older clone, her eyes sparkling. “You… and you…”

Ruby³ nodded slowly, comprehendingly. “You see it too?”

Ruby blushed, putting her observation of Weiss³ into a new context that Weiss, as her girlfriend, did not like! “He-eeeey,” she complained. “I'm gonna get a robot-arm, too! It'll be way hotter!”

Ruby Prime looked at her excitedly. “Ooooh, like with an extra finger? Or big arm-talons? Or, like, a big gun?”

Weiss reeled. “How… how're any of those things hot?”

Weiss³ let out a long, forlorn sigh. “Ah, Schwesterling, you just don't get it yet. But you vill,” she leaned in close, mouth to Weiss’ ear, her weird voice rumbling in dual tones. “You vill.”

Weiss slapped her away. “I am a minor!”

“And minors do not do zat kind of stuff in your day? For shame, you prudes.”

Cubey-Ruby snorted, “Says the one who—”

“What kind of stuff?” asked the fantasy-Ruby through a mouthful. Her Weiss was watching with rapt interest, even as she wiped her nasty face with a napkin. 

The four others went quiet. The sound of the diner washed away beneath their oppressive silence, all of it drowning out until Weiss³’s artificial parts could be heard whirring, clicking, shifting in place. The deadly silence was like molasses. Four minds churned, one question glowing orange like a hot brand to the frontal cortex:

‘Did medieval people know what sex was?’

“How're you guys liking it? Ready for dessert? Anything I can get?”

The waiter deflated all tension, and they were suddenly a flurry of compliments, thanks, and excited chittering about desserts. And the energy was infectious— it hit Ruby like a truck, that much was obvious— but it only took a few seconds for Weiss to develop an immunity. Her eyes landed on the sliders. Cold, soggy, untouched. Her tongue remembered none of the fry. She didn't ask for a to-go box, fearful that mentioning it would zap Ruby from her joy, knowing that it was pointless anyways. She wasn't really here.

She ordered some tiramisu for dessert, just so Ruby wouldn't feel bad in these scant final moments together. The others ordered… stuff. She didn't hear them. There was a ringing in her ears.

She'd fucked it all up. She really had. Everything these Rubys and Weisses had, all of it was gone for her. She'd been too scared to tell Ruby her feelings, too scared of retribution— not even denial— then time and time again, she chose to belay. She said it was for Ruby's sake, but she never gave Ruby the choice, waiting until her partner had to force it, had to say ‘god-damnit Weiss, let us have this!’ 

But it was too late, then. No time to be free together. Two kisses— one terrible, one amazing— and that was it. She was ripped away before they could even breathe together. Ruby was somewhere else, alone, vulnerable— not even herself, apparently. She had a hole in her soul that was begging for someone better than Weiss to fill it, and that bar wasn't very high. 

Weiss put tiramisu in her mouth and swallowed. It tasted like a cotton ball. The Weisses were talking to their Rubys, to each other, to her own special Ruby. The one who had one eye, because she lost it to save a bunch of lives, including Weiss’ own. The one who cut her arm off. The one who made something special, with her own hands, just for her.

The one who wasn't actually talking to the other Rubys. The one who stared at Weiss, one silver eye brimming. Her lips were straight and scarred; Weiss remembered how they felt to kiss. She didn't deserve even that. She'd played the poor girl until her strings broke, and now she was all alone with bags under her eyes and a grim ring of redness within them. She looked like she hadn't slept in days. She looked like she'd never sleep again.

It didn't have to be this way.

Weiss pushed herself out of the booth with a broken ‘excuse me’ as she stormed out of the restaurant. She couldn't feel herself crying, but she knew she was. She could just feel her feet on the ground, and an ache in her right wrist. She stood in the street and tried to stretch a joint that wasn’t there anymore.

It was night, and it was dark. She couldn't see too far down either side of the road. Her vision watered.

“Weiss?”

“I'm sorry,” she said miserably. “I… I fucked it all up, Ruby, I—” her voice cracked. “I'm sorry.”

An arm came around her shoulders, then another one followed around her waist as Ruby circled around her front. She brought them both to their knees on the asphalt. Weiss burrowed her face into the other girl’s neck. Ruby did the same.

“I'm sorry,” she sobbed again. “I didn't… I didn't think things would….”

“I miss you,” Ruby wept in turn, crying even harder, her jaw straining so hard that Weiss felt it against her neck. “I miss you so much, Weiss, I… I can't. I can't. I can't do this without you, I can't do any of this, it's— it's—” she heaved another wet sob against her partner’s throat. “It's so much. And— and everyone tells me to move on, not to worry, that it'll be okay, but they don't get it!”

Ruby’s hands scrambled frantically over her back, grabbing desperate fistfuls of fabric. Another sob ground out of her throat.

“I'm. Still. There,” Ruby groaned, her voice hitching, breathing like each lungful would be her last. “I'm still… I'm haunted, Weiss! I— I see things, I'm going crazy, I— I— I—”

Weiss hugged her tight, clutching her like she could physically hold the girl together.

“I can't do it anymore,” she admitted, sagging. “I couldn’t. I couldn't do anything anymore, Weiss, I— I'm falling apart, piece by piece by— by fucking piece!” An ugly wail rocked Ruby bodily, and she held her partner like a lifeline, like Weiss was all she had left. “I couldn't do it! I— I— I tried… to…”

Ruby’s voice shook with horror, with tearful dread. Weiss hugged her tighter, she breathed deep, she listened. “Tried what?”

Ruby told her.

Weiss pushed her away, both of them knee-to-knee on the street. The air was quiet. No cars came. There wasn't any sound. Ruby couldn't look her in the eyes.

“You… you're lying.”

Ruby shook her head.

“No.”

Ruby said nothing, did nothing. She just knelt there, limp, and noiselessly sobbed.

Weiss put her hand to Ruby’s cheek, then her chin, fighting the girl’s meager resistance to force her face up. She searched her features for signs, the things Ruby did whenever she lied— the quirk in her eye, the way she blinked— and found nothing but frozen, terrible truth. Her voice felt so thin when it came out, so weak, just like she'd always been. And now Ruby was… this. A victim. Of herself, of Weiss. 

“Why?”

Ruby said nothing. She shook her head, tears climbing from her cheek to Weiss’ thumb. 

She had done everything wrong. She'd already ruined it. Since it couldn't get any worse, Weiss kissed her.

Her lips tasted like salt. 

[bentosandbox]

don't block me for this bento lol but while yes i get that her being Huge is hyperbole, i just can't suspend my disbelief that her being tall for a typical IRL asian woman jives with her in-game quote about having trouble getting through doors. she's the only op (outside mudrock i guess) who even has such a line, while men bigger than her have no problems or worries about banging their heads off the supposed tiny doorframe. i'm just being nitpicky about environmental implications i guess lol like why does she have this problem that no one else seems to have. gacha be gacha c'est la vie

also, what was the right line hoshi said to bagpipe? this is the first i've heard of it being mistranslated? :o (thank you for your TL work btw you're one of the few bastions of sense in this wasteland)

you're welcome + all good dw i have a pretty high block threshold for better or worse

Yeah i get it! BUT here is my copium reasoning

184cm + horn height (if as long as her face + average face length = 20cm) + boot heel height (about 3cm) = 207cm which is just very slightly over average door height (here?) which is 205cm and my view is that just slightly missing a few cm is way more troublesome than going through a door that's obviously smaller than your height since you'll definitely know when to duck than having a perceived illusion that you can make it through without bending down a little and then BANG the rhodes door frame has a little hole or something

I mentioned it here in a little rant i did last july but i'll explain it more in detail below (i thought i did before somewhere. probably twitter but i can't find it so i'll just do another one here)

I'll do a more literal TL first

风笛: 那个......我的钱包和护照都丢在莱塔尼亚了。 Bagpipe: Um...I lost both my wallet and passport while I was in Leithanien. 星熊: ......我是不是该佩服你？ Hoshiguma: ...Should I be admiring you? 风笛: ——被炸得一点不剩了。 Bagpipe: ——They got blown up with not even a shred left. 星熊: 我确实该佩服你。 Hoshiguma: Indeed, I should be admiring you.

And 佩服 really does mean admire

'what's wrong then' But admire has like 2 main definitions

And whoever translated it went with the second definition instead of the first; it's not admire in the 'oooo you have an admirer' (someone who fancies you) way, it's admire in the 'wow i admire your tenacity to make your way all the way from Londinium to Lungmen even after almost getting blown to bits otw'

'what makes you so sure its that reading over the other' just read the context of the conversation + I'm well aware of my bias for the JP loc but like. it's because their TL track record is pretty good (esp with characterisation) so I sometimes check it to double confirm my readings, and they use 褒める here which is homeru for you weebs and for everyone else

So back to the lines, admire sounds strange in context, but the idea is that hoshi is so impressed by her tenacity that she goes 'wow should i praise you?' so I would use 'impress' here

Bagpipe: Um...I lost both my wallet and passport while I was in Leithanien. Hoshiguma: ...Should I be impressed? Bagpipe: ——They got blown up with not even a shred left. Hoshiguma: Yeah, I should be. (Or 'Yeah, that's pretty impressive.' to flow better but it loses the 'should' which I prefer because Hoshi has a tendency to be very passive in her speech)

also also sorry i need to get this out lol i know they want swire to be as bratty as possible or whatever but :\ aghdgfhfgffff as someone who also calls their dad 爸爸 with cantonese tones and not mandarin im just really fucking bummed ok the rep would have been cool it, also has the slightly childish vibe to it that 'daddy' has so (without the discord kitten vibes even /shrug) Yuxia calls her dad 爸 if anyone was wondering

bonus since i mentioned chen's op rec in that og post

insane that swire's oprec was the last of her batch and chen is the first of the batch after so theyre next to each other in the medal list

TL is fine for the most part but man this is some 'parents making you call them by their first name' level of americanization (they took out most of the 警司 especially the one in their 'first' meeting??naur way...)

[weirdwonderfulworld]

ohhhh the pit in my stomach reading yt comments :') some people really fuckin hate a guy for no good reason eh?

all this continues to show me that the internet will try to crush a guy not because he really did anything wrong, but because they don't like him enough and never cared to try to know him. which is fucked and makes me sad as someone who shares a lot in common with steven, but. c'est la vie i suppose

knowing the worrywart steven can be, i hope he and the team can still celebrate this premiere and i hope they know that this rough patch is only temporary! some people are waiting for a total downfall that simply isn't happening anytime soon and that says way more abt them than the folks at good ol watcher. there is light at the end of the tunnel for everyone in the community who cares. just gotta keep trekkin' and enjoy the journey...

[flopdriversenthusiast]

assigning f1 drivers songs from my daylist

under cut bc i put lyrics and it got long lmao

featuring : dr3, ls2, cl16, cs55, and mv1

obligatory side note that this was for funsies and idk that much abt the drivers

c'est la vie ;; weathers - daniel ricciardo

[ it never goes my way // take a shot and fall short // i never get the support // but i guess that's just life // someone go get me some confetti // i think i might have hit my peak already ] [ wish i could press restart // i don't mean to get dark // but i guess that's just life // someone go get me some more confetti // i think i might have hit bottom already ]

life ;; mother mother - logan sargeant

[ oh yeah, i lost my head again // out there on the rough and tough terrain ] [ oh yeah, i fucked it up again // seems to be an old recurring theme // i got lost somewhere on the way ] [ i don't know who i'm being but i hate 'em // i don't know what i'm taking, but i'm trippin' // oh where is my life // yeah where is my life // oh, maybe i am right // where i'm supposed to be // right where i'm supposed to be, this is my life // this is my life ] [ you dream the open fire // you are an extraordinary machine // you sweet, precious dumbass ]

dirty imbecile ;; the happy fits - charles leclerc

[ if i'm so smart and i'm so pretty // damn this town and damn this city // you never give me anything i want // no one seems to really care // they're just wholly unaware // of all the blood and sweat i cry before dawn ] [ 'cause i'm crazy in just too many ways // but i get that little feel // when my heart starts beating, lungs stop breathing // all my fibers say to run away // count my little scars, i've got dozens down inside ] [ i come complete and invincible behind my dirty imbecile // all these things i've tried, boy, be cute, be dumb, be wise be young ]

animal ;; sir chloe - carlos sainz [alternatively, alpine!fernando alonso]

[ tried to pretend, but it just don't feel right // to be your number one // should have known better, i tried to stay cool // you were telling me i'm such a fool to say no ] [ make me behave like an animal // make me behave like an animal // i'm asking nicely, give me what i want // i'll ask politely, give me what i want ]

baggage ;; rare americans - max verstappen

[ this love is like a business // it could drive us both insane // blind emotion leads to commotion // but part of me likes that game // part of me wants the chaos // and part of me walks alone ] [ what am i doing, who am i foolin' // it's a life spent on your own ] [ should we start lovin', give this a try? // you got baggage, but so do i ]

[kalinara]

I did think I would feel a bit more satisfied when an actor finally confirmed what, I think, most of us knew about Kylo Ren's intended arc in the Sequel Trilogy.

Blah, blah, the redemption arc wasn't supposed to happen. Kylo was supposed to be a villain throughout. Where's that Captain Holt vindication gif when you want it?

I'd agree, personally, that it would have made for a better movie if Kylo had remained the big bad. Adam Driver, I think, is the one who really missed out. I feel like he missed out on his chance to go full out, balls to the wall evil overlord. He'd have killed it, I suspect. And I say that as someone who isn't particularly a fan of the guy.

I do think though I get why they went with a half-assed redemption arc, though. I don't think it had anything to do with the Reylos (the kiss maybe, but I'd like to think they're smart enough to realize that rabid shippers generally don't go for the romantic - die for your love type of ending. At least not if the hot guy is doing the dying...)

I think it's because of Carrie Fisher's death.

They'd said for a while that the third movie was supposed to be Leia's, in the way that TFA was Han's, and TLJ was Luke's. Whether or not this made you optimistic probably depends on how much you liked the fates of those characters in those movies. I didn't hate them, personally.

I'm not going to speculate too hard on what the original story would have been. I certainly can imagine some pretty epic stuff with Princess Leia as the Big Good set against her son as the Big Bad. But...well...when you lose one of your primary actors before you get a chance to actually film anything...well, that limits what you can do.

I suppose that's why I'm willing to give Rise of Skywalker a bit more slack than a lot of folk. They were kind of stuck. Ultra-evil Kylo Ren is a more satisfying story with the set up they had, but it's also a tragedy. For what it's worth, the man does have a mother, who will grieve him if no one else does.

Except...we can't actually film the grieving, can we? We can't film the confrontation between despairing mother and lost son - whatever resolution was likely to happen. We can, at least, use some lost footage to TRY to build the relationship between Leia and Rey that needs to happen for that side of the story, but even then, we'll need Force Ghost Luke to help with the more reactive parts.

And of course, they need to write Leia herself out as gracefully as possible. In a way that doesn't require a lot of new footage and still gives the character a sense of accomplishment. Otherwise, you might as well have just blown her up with Hosnian Prime.

So...half assed redemption arc. With not-exactly-force-ghost Han to help there. I do feel like they could have done a better job with Kylo's part there. You know, made it look like he was at least interested in doing something OTHER than violating a woman's mind and terrorizing her for a good third of the movie. But well. No one's ever completely happy with things.

I don't know. In the end, I think the folks behind the Sequel Trilogy did what they could to give us a final, reasonably satisfying conclusion. There were fuck ups along the way (see: Finn, see: Poe. Though that fuckery started with TLJ, IMO) but, I think if we sat down and watched all nine movies in a row, and got to Rise of Skywalker's closing scene...I think we would end it feeling like we'd reached a workable ending to the Skywalker Saga.

Probably because we'd be too exhausted to notice the plotholes at that point. C'est la vie.

[mandy4ever69420]

‘lone star lesbian mickey’ U GET IT!! probably unpopular but I really hate fics that give him loving bfs and friend groups in mexico that are super protective of him it makes no sense 😫 like I hope he fucked his way through the country but otherwise that man is a feral gremlin thru and thru and regular ass people don’t get him and that’s fine! I need fans to stop attributing a personality to him that makes him more sympathetic or palatable i suppose? it takes away all his complexity pleaseee

i haven't seen these fanfictions* but wow, i really cannot picture that at all. i imagine that it seems lonely to people that he's not big on making more connections but its not something you can just expect of someone. mickeys a real "i know enough people" type guy

i find it much more believable he'd be sort of a closed off weirdguy with a handful of passive friendships that don't really go anywhere. "yeah we get drinks after work but idk their kids and their friends," هيك

i think more so than making mickey palatable, it can just be that people can't wrap their head around him really only wanting a small social circle at all. especially since mickey is so well liked. so of course he should have a lot of friends, right? i know a lot of people find mickey relatable in other ways, so they want for him what they'd want for themselves. this is just what happens with fictional characters sometimes. c'est la vie

it's one of my favorite/most touching features of mickeys personality that he's not super into being close with people. i really like that people just are so fucking charmed by him and he gets overwhelmed. it's not his fault that he doesn't have room for that. like, you don't have to really "get" it, that's just the way some people are.

so if he's not big on forming friendships with every mark, joe, and amy that walk by, it just follows he's not into relationships very much. he found the one he likes already tyvm👍 i also think it's sweet when ian (very social) is just. visibly delighted watching mickey ignore and brush off people trying to be friends. because that's part of him and how he is, so it's part of what ian loves

it might be people think he should date in mexico because there was a decent chance he was just not going to see ian again (certainly ian thought this was a very final tragic goodbye) but i think 1. mickey would be perfectly ok being single, because romance isn't a necessary condition of being alive and 2. he never really believed that was the last time he'd see ian. less so a tragic farewell and more so a "goddammit ok this is a fucking bummer while i wait for the next opportunity to go home or whatever"

with mickey having protective friends it's kind of funny, because i get it. like. it's a bit self insert wishful thinking-y i believe. yeah he's been through a lot and even the person he loves most fucks him over sometimes. but he's just not going to react well to that! it's his business who he wants to be with and if you asked he'd happily clarify that he can handle his damn self

i agree he probably had a number of hookups in this timeframe. (side note: have you seen those people who think mickey bottoming with ian is like special secret level 2 sex that he wouldn't do with anyone else?? dude lmfao). i actually wonder if this ties into the way people are just bizarrely judgemental towards people who like sex but aren't interested in emotional commitment. even as a clearly expressed boundary. in a lot of shows this is treated as a flaw or a symptom of an underlying problem that someone should "overcome" & im mostly fine with these "learn to accept and be in normal relationships" plot lines but you really do have to respect someone's emotional boundaries. sure, maybe they're just repressed because of (whatever), but maybe that's not the business of random people around them

*i have, however, seen promos for fic that gave mickey an abusive partner in mexico which made me SUPER mad. not vagueing bc i genuinely have no idea who or where this was, but that's and incredibly widespread & racist stereotype. idk like white anglo america can't cope with men of color being beautiful and charming and we have 50 years of cinema/media depicting black, latino, and arab men as domineering and dangerous partners :(

mickey is not immune to falling into abusive relationships just for being tough and clever, this is very clear from several aspects of his plot line. you don't really need to do much to elaborate on that. its something i appreciate a lot in shameless, and i'll never understand people who thought it was poor writing for mandy to have an abusive boyfriend, because it's unfortunately not uncommon for people with abusive upbringings to wind up in familiar patterns. but again, the problem is that mandy's crappy boyfriend was cast as a black man for no reason. lip is also super racist to kenyatta (both in telling cops he's selling crack, and calling him mandy's "big black boyfriend"). pull it together people!!!

[rollercoasterwords]

Hi rae!

I was on a 4 hours bus ride today and naturally i spent some of that time thinking about the last chapter of atwmd so i have questions fy

If remus was indeed on a mission that night and if his mission was to keep sirius away, what would happen if s didn't see r and got out of the club with a random person? Would r allow it, would he interfere or maybe flirt with s himself bc like when s went to him he didn't stop s but would he initiate something as well if he had to?

4 hour bus ride! fun...or not fun depending on how comfortable the bus was i suppose...

anyway. feel like i can't really answer this question without giving stuff away but. in the hypothetical situation that this was a mission & s left w someone else...well honestly idk what would have happened bc that's not what i wrote lol but i suppose in that scenario i could have taken things a few different ways. theoretically if the goal was just 2 distract him then r could have just like. followed s & his partner & made sure s stayed distracted etc...but of course then i would have just been writing s hooking up w a stranger without realizing he was being spied on & i don't think i could have gotten 6k words out of that lmao. so if i was writing it that way (s not finding r) then more likely i would have had r insert himself somehow bc. well clearly i needed them 2 fuck...so he probably would have come over and initiated something and it would have looked incredibly awkward 2 everyone else but s would have been smitten. honestly now that i'm pondering this that sounds kind of fun maybe i should have written that instead...alas the ch is already posted. c'est la vie

[garyfischy]

Oyasumi Punpun: a Rant

Oyasumi Punpun is like the Elliot Rodger manifesto for weeaboos. Boy that thinks he's the only person that's had anything bad happen to him gets raped and beaten, goes around raping and beating and murdering women. And it's all justified because of the horrible life he led. If you read any of Inio Asano's other mangas you can tell this is not a flaw or an oversight in Punpun's writing- Asano is a bitter misogynist and it shows in everything he writes. Bullies, abusive mothers, are all bitchy, unlovable hags. The only good women in the world of his manga are underage prepubescent girls.

Throughout Downfall, Goodnight Punpun, Dead Dead Demon's DEDEDEDEstruction (yes i read all of those. i wanted to give him a chance so bad.) women are always positioned as mindless foils to the protagonist. women that crave sex are disgusting whores. prostitutes are ugly, but the protagonist still sleeps with them. Fat women are disgusting. Mean women are ugly caricatured beasts, and kind women are perfectly molded, underage girls. Characters that proudly self-identify as pedophiles (Punpun's uncle, the otaku in DEDEDEDEstruction) are positioned as the rationalists, the Reddit Atheists, the ones too smart for the idiocy of the normies. The breath of "reason" in an insane world. The most obvious example of this isn't even in Oyasumi Punpun with the pedo uncle;

it's in DOWNFALL, which is about an 'intellectual' manga artist that hates the braindead 'normies' that like his manga. he only makes it for bottom feeders like them. he's above those human scum. The self insert protagonist rapes a woman too because she pissed him off. That's life! C'est la Vie! Men just do that kind of thing sometimes!

I am fucking sick of indie scenes treating punpun like the most deep, meaningful manga ever and jacking off about how smart they are for "understanding" it. what is there to understand? asano themself said punpun isn't supposed to have a coherent plot or meaning, that it's just supposed to be nonsense because real life murders are nonsense. it's just an excuse to write a sloppy, disheveled story, with little care put into the world that the protagonist inhabits.

this isnt very organized. im just full of hate for inio asano, and i cannot believe this bilge is touted as some of the most 'intellectual' manga of our time.

here's some quotes from an interview about punpun

and here's an incident where a teenager killed a young girl and wrote punpun quotes all over the wall at the site. **AT NO POINT AM I IMPLYING DIRECT CORRELATION OF A HORRIFIC CRIME AND A FICTIONAL COMIC. You've seen that kind of thinking with, say, the boy that killed himself after playing Doki Doki Literature club- it's more likely someone willing to do that was drawn to media that discussed those themes rather than yknow, being directly inspired

..However, it is still interesting to note similarities in ideology/motive. In the same way the religious beliefs of killers often come into discussion (ie the Dena Schlosser murders- how did the ideology/community she was surrounded by influence her already declining mental state? Noone would argue christianity itself caused the murders.) , I think it's interesting to note Punpun's influence on the killer. ***I AM NOT SAYING PUNPUN WAS RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MURDER. the person involved in the killing was already suicidal and mentally ill, thus they probably gravitated towards manga with those themes.

but if the manga influenced his actions that much, I think it's interesting to look into the ideology of the manga itself and what ideals it promotes. ***I AM NOT FUCKING SAYING PUNPUN CAUSED THE MURDER BEFORE I GET ANY COMMENTS ALONG THOSE LINES

note to self if i clean this up; make it more structured with my gripes about his manga; ie separate sections for misogynistic depictions of women, why i dont think the nihilism works, and bad writing with clear favoritism for certain characters and author self inserts (Platinum End also does this!)

[itsjustmyunpopularopinion]

i dont know if your ask about other non joker card albums for listening is old or not but you should check the side albums out, tunnel of love and beverly kills are great

Ain't no statute of limitations on the request for other albums to peep, I'll take your suggestions into consideration!

Like, most I've listened to outside of the joker albums is like...the Bizaar Bizzar double album, which I only really caught one track of waaaay back in the day when they were infrequent guests on Loveline w/Adam Carolla & Dr. Drew...I wanna say the track was Tilt-a-Whirl, but I could be trippin'.

(Edit: Jesus fucking Christ, I just realized how old I am by dating myself with that bit of Loveline trivia....c'est la vie, I suppose.)