#everyone's going through it with the pseudo-incest

[the-cookie-of-doom]

I watched this through a different platform the first time around and I think the subs were different, but this is hilarious. I love Kim's face journey in this scene. Talking shit to Big about Porsche being his long-lost half brother, immediately realizing the implications of that, and backtracking so fast

[ne-videl]

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤

♡

yandere Dion Agriche x fairy fem reader

he will gladly go even to his own death if you'll order him to.

sub yandere, unhealthy relationship, a little bit of Cassis x reader, mentions of violence, reader and Dion have master/pet relationships, also reader is referred to as "sister" a few times so pseudo incest I guess, sfw but a bit suggestive, everybody likes you!! poor english

word count: ~2k

a/n: there I am again drooling over fictional men. so here's my favorite yandere trope!! for if your psychopath doesn't worship you it's not your psychopath ©

honestly when I was reading this manhwa for the first time and saw dion I was like "damn I want this man on his knees 🤨🤨", so here you are. eat.

"you're a dog, Dion." – not-Roxanne lifts the corners of her lips in a slight smile, while her neat fingers run through his shaggy hair.

"your dog," – Dion adds mentally.

you feel the touch of his dry lips on your bare foot.

sitting like this, kneeling in front of you, seems right – it can't be any other way, and it won't be.

"may I?" – after receiving tacit approval, he leans closer, his hand stroking your bare thigh.

you smell like flowers: maids must have added rose oil to the water, and this smell digs into his lungs, making him roll his eyes in ecstasy.

just from this, from the fact that you are so close, he could just reach his hand out and feel you.

your body is cold – devoid of any human warmth, burning his skin with the cold of it's touch. your eyes look with a non malicious mockery: how a person looks at their beloved pet. with kind condescension.

you lean in, and Dion feels a kiss at the top of his head. scent of roses hits his nose, almost suffocating, and it feels like his mind is about to give up. well, if he dies right here, he won't regret a bit.

crimson flush on his cheeks almost burns his skin.

____*:･ﾟ✧

"hello. my name is ███████. do you mind playing with me, brother?"

he turns around at the girly voice behind him – distracting himself from the dead bird – and he is met by the look of your laughing eyes.

not red ones.

his sister tucks a lock of her hair behind her little ear and sits down next to him, waiting for an answer.

shouldn't she be blonde like Roxanne?

who is Roxanne?

"okay." – Deon catches his sister's smile and for some reason wants to smile too. she talks about a cute teddy bear that her father gave her, about how she likes to drink tea under the summer sun, and that she probably likes him too.

he had once seen in a book: in the old fairy tales that mothers read to their children, it was said that fairies could replace a human child with their own.

none of Agriche's children believed in fairy tales, but it seems appropriate for his "sister" – you, not-Roxanne, must be a fairy. a lovely creature with transparent wings and a honey voice.

he doesn't mind. whatever calls itself his sister, Deon thinks he really, really likes it.

____*:･ﾟ✧

if he's not on a mission, Deon is always by your side.

"what are you doing here? can't you see sister is with me now?" – Jeremy mumbled indignantly, but you only laughed softly, covering your lips with a neat palm.

a beautiful silver ring glitters on the sixth finger of the "sister".

their father also adores you – maybe it's natural for fairies to charm everyone around them – from members of their so-called "family" to the maids and even the hounds of the estate.

maybe he's a hound himself in her eyes. it didn't matter, as long as he could be with his "sister" – or at least with the creature that pretended to be her.

it was undoubtedly a pleasure to belong to you.

Deon drapes a white fur coat over your shoulders: you often went out into the garden in light clothes, as if the winter cold did not bother you at all. your hair falls over the fur collar, and you smile at him, giggling about how quietly he walks, and chirping about something else. you were fond of chatting, and it was often very difficult to stop listening to you. he, however, usually spoke rarely and little, accompanying you, his mistress, like a silent shadow.

you're spending too much time in the company of a Pedelian pup – an unacceptably long time – so that his eye begins to twitch with anger.

isn't he enough? why would you need this toy if he is always at your feet, your faithful dog, a hound, ready to do whatever you want without a trace of doubt and regret?

Dion wished you'd let him kill Cassis.

"may I ask you a question?" – you turn at the sound of his voice. surrounded by a winter garden, you look even more beautiful, pitch black against dead-white snow. perfection.

"of course, ask. what is it?" – "sister" raises an eyebrow a little stiffly, not naturally, just a little bit.

"do you like him more? I dare not doubt you, and you should not doubt my loyalty, but still-" – his scarlet eyes narrow slightly – "but still, do you like him more?"

if you answer yes, he will go and kill the eldest of the Pedelian offspring on the spot. this is Deon's place. and the hell he's going to let someone else take it.

"of course not, silly." – you laughed – "didn't we discuss this earlier? toys are toys, but you were and will remain my favorite."

right. that's how it should be. why did he even doubt it?

"favorite." – mentally repeats after you while your six-fingered palm rests on his head: you had a habit to pet him like a puppy.

"favorite." – gaze of crimson eyes trembles, invariably riveted to you, and Dion struggles with the desire to grab the object of his sick adoration in his arms, hug you, to feel the cold of your inhuman body at least through clothes. your smell is dope, your touch is opium, your eyes are an abyss, mesmerizing with the horror of its cold depths.

but he can't. you didn't allowed it yet.

and he, as befits a well-trained hound, will obediently wait for your permission.

____*:･ﾟ✧

"███████. that's not your real name, is it? what are you?" – Cassis looks at you expectantly.

you tilt your head to the side, picturesquely rounding your eyes and raising your neat eyebrows.

theatrically. not natural.

"what are you talking about? I am me. who else do you think I can be? stop asking stupid questions, darling." – you answer with a mocking smile. like he's saying something ridiculous.

"are you kidding me? you have six fingers! why doesn't anyone else notice this? besides, you look different, not at all like-" – Cassis cuts himself off in mid-sentence.

like who?

"you know, forget it... it's like I haven't been myself lately. you know, with all this kidnapping, and even your brother..." – he shakes his head nervously under your laughing gaze.

something inside told him that if he kept asking questions now, it won't end well. and anyway, why would he do that? after all, it's not polite to interrogate his benefactress.

everything is fine.

"the less you know the better you sleep, my dear. why don't we just proceed as planned? and how many fingers I have is none of your business." – you look appraisingly, as an already well-fed snake looks at a mouse.

eat or not?

"if I were you, I'd be more worried about the success of your future escape, and for that matter, about my dear brother. you see, Dion has been wanting to twist your neck for a long time." – mention of the red-eyed man makes Cassis tense up.

when you see his reaction, you giggle like you just said the funniest joke in the world.

"come on. I was joking. Dion won't hurt you unless I tell him to. he's a good boy."

when he thinks about it, you, the elder Agriche, had a lot in common with the poisonous butterflies you adored so much. in the sense that Cassis often got the impression that you wanted to devour him. at least it wasn't hard to imagine transparent wings behind your back.

____*:･ﾟ✧

gatherings with your father always ended well after midnight – invariably over cigars and wine, in his office full of acrid tobacco smoke.

it was no secret who will become the next head of Agriche: Lante never hid his paradoxical favoritism. with you alone he had the relationship that most closely resembles the relationship of a parent to a child.

"in general, everything is going as it should. don't forget to dress up for the next dinner party: I've already called the designers." – Lante exhaled a cloud of smoke, smiling cheekily: alcohol was doing its job.

"as you wish. Is Dion doing good at his job?" – you answered with a relaxed face: wine, as well as many other "human" things, had no effect on you.

"you ask as if you don't know. you raised him well." – you slightly unnaturally round your eyes in surprise – "only a fool here does not know that the only person to whom my son is truly faithful is you. I don't know how you did it, but these mind games of yours seem to have had the desired effect. of course, you're my daughter! you're more like a dog with a mistress, not a brother and sister."

Lante bursts into a deep laugh, and his "daughter" does not deny herself a satisfied grin.

a dog and his mistress, huh?

heavy doors of the head's office closed behind your fragile – at least visually –figure.

you are greeted by the night chill of the deserted corridor of the estate and your dog waiting in the distance.

"hi, Dion. already returned?" – he just nods silently in response, coming closer to you and offering his hand.

my-my, just came from a mission in the middle of the night and immediately rushed to you. how obedient.

"did you hear it?" – you tilt your head to the side with a sly grin.

"I did. while I was waiting for you." – he doesn't say anything about Lante's comment. doesn't deny it.

indeed, you raised him well. no trace of pride was left.

Dion in your hands – a faithful puppy, readily following any of your instructions. even if you'll send him right to his death, he will return, only bowing his head in anticipation of praise and the touch of your cold hands.

and you, like a good master, praise, and stroke, and kiss. after all, if there is a stick, there must be a carrot.

____*:･ﾟ✧

"here we will part, my dear friend. we have already discussed your plan of action, so I see no point in repeating myself. go to freedom, but quickly: we, you know, deal with riots quickly."

"wait, listen, please. can you at least answer me before I leave? what are you, really? I always have the feeling that you're not who you seem. I mean... no, I like you, I really like you, it's just-" – Cassis cuts himself off, realizing that he blurted out too much.

he's all flushed, confused in words, and you're just looking at him with your unnerving eyes and smiling.

watching. and aren't blinking.

"God, no matter how much years I'm carrying on my shoulders, it's the first time I've met such a curious human." – you purse your scarlet lips, thinking about the answer – "don't worry, "she" is now where she will be better. and as for your question, dear, you can consider that I'm just a bystander. yes, let's think so. so stop talking and run, okay?"

"and you? will you be okay?" – you raised your eyebrow: still unnatural, however, he's already used to it.

exit from the estate is already very close, just a stone's throw away, and Cassis is hesitating. desperately grabbing your wrist, looking with shining yellow eyes into your laughing, soulless ones.

tch.

"what, you want to stay my toy forever? you know, I'm an Agriche too, and I might change my mind about letting you go if you keep looking at me like a beaten puppy." – realizing that your quip was not accepted by the "audience", you rolled your eyes, but then broke into your too perfect smile again.

"don't worry. I can't be killed in a way that matters."– a six-fingered palm rests on the top of his head, and your face stretches into a grin, not human, too wide for a human.

but he's not scared. he wants to watch more – it's impossible to look away, even if his instinct for self-preservation screams that he needs to get out of here as soon as possible.

the abyss, as it turned out, can really look back, and it is beautiful in its terrifying appearance.

is this how Deon feels every time he looks at something that calls itself his sister?

"well, let's never meet again, my friend." – and Cassis leaves, leaves without turning around, because he understands that if he turns around, he will never be able to leave this nightmarish estate. he won't want to.

you hesitate a little, watching him with unblinking eyes, and with a sense of accomplishment you turn back.

your face rests against a man's chest. familiar scent of ash and blood hits your sensitive nose.

"and you're still walking silently." – Dion drapes his coat over your bare shoulders. a gloved hand lingers on your skin a little longer than it should.

"it's cold in the dungeons. you should have dressed warmer." – you laughed a little.

he knows perfectly well that you don't feel the cold, but he does this every time anyway.

"and what, you won't even ask anything? aren't you curious why I let the Pedelian offspring go?" – your six–fingered hand is holding his elbow as you wind through the dark and cold corridors.

"I will not question your methods. but was it wise to talk about your secret, even in this way? doesn't he know too much now?" – it's not difficult to understand what he's hinting at: in his opinion, you should've get rid of Cassis. athough never said out loud, your "brother's" dislike of your toy was ridiculously strong.

ah, men's jealousy!

"let him think what he wants. there are no big conclusions to be drawn from what I said anyway." – you tilt your head to the side, your eyes lazily scan the walls of the dungeon. he just nods and continues to walk beside you in silence.

Dion never asked too much, never doubted any of your actions, never poked his nose where it should not be. you certainly raised him well. no, even exceeded your own expectations.

what a good boy.

mom yelled at me for almost a hour and I wanna curl up and die 🤩

thanks for reading!!

[ao3-rex1223]

Tread Lightly

Pairing: Step-Dad!Leon x Fem!Reader

Tags: Smut, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Light Bondage, Pseudo-Incest, step-father and step-daughter, Step-cest, Creampie, Unprotected Sex, Breeding Kink

Summary: You hook up with sexy cop who is called to the spring break beach party where your having a little fun. Six months later, you find he's marrying your mother. His new title of step-father should deter you from desiring him like you do, but it only makes it worse.

A/N: This is my first attempt at my own version of step-dad!Leon although very much inspired by @lipglossanon and the amazing works she's created!

“Shots!” You cry out happily with a comically timed hiccup, then burst into giggles as you listen to your own drunken noises. You're stumbling on the beach with the rest of your classmates and everyone else who decided to join in on this spring break bash. Beer and cheap wine have been flowing all evening and it's nearing ten o'clock…still early in your book. 

The party hasn't slowed down either! Somehow a telephone pole was knocked over and dragged onto the beach. It's now the fuel for a large, long bonfire. There's a van with the back doors wide open and large speakers inside blaring music. All around you, people are dancing, drinking, and having the time of their lives! Hell, there's even some guy off in the distance clearly getting his dick sucked. You sputter out a laugh, “pffft.” 

Finally, one of your friends hands you a shot of…something. Who cares what it is? You're on spring break! You down the shot, it's fiery liquid burning all the way down. “WOOOO!” you yell triumphantly, your voice barely registering over the loud music. You adjust your red bikini top, making sure your boobs are still hidden - although barely given how skimpy the whole thing is - and return to dancing with your friends. 

Near midnight, with the bash still going strong, red and blue flashing lights intrude on your fun. “Fuck,” you mutter, though with the music at a cool billion and five decibels, you could have yelled and no one would hear. You start waving your arms, trying to get everyone's attention and shouting, “Cops!” hoping it will be loud enough. 

Eventually, enough of your fellow party goers see your wild arms and connect the dots to the flashing lights. Someone finally turns down the music.

The siren briefly sounds to ensure everyone's attention, then the officer exits the car, each of his authoritative steps hitting the dry sand with a crunch. The man saunters over to the crowd of rowdy college kids. Without words, he stares down each and every one, his eyes landing on yours last. You see him quirk a brow and his lips twitch, curling up in the slightest smirk. His face is beautiful, angular and chiseled. It’s framed by straight, dark hair, just long enough to thread your fingers through it. You see thick biceps protruding from his short sleeved police uniform shirt. You suspect he has a banging body to match. If he weren't on duty and possibly about to arrest everyone, you'd definitely fuck him, even if he is older than you, maybe by ten or perhaps twenty years. He still looks amazing!

“Got a noise complaint,” the sexy officer announces. His voice is a buttery soft baritone dream. He stalks along the crowd, assessing. “Figured I'd come and see what you kids were up to,” he adds with a wide smirk. “My name is Officer Kennedy.” The light of the bonfire reflects off of his badge, flashing the group of drunk college students. 

Everyone stays quiet while you're aggressively undressing him with your eyes.

“Listen, kids, I like a good party as much as the next guy, just keep the volume down, alright?” He flashes a charming grin at the crowd. The one controlling the speakers slowly turns up the music until the officer gives him the ‘okay’ signal with his hand. Shifting his focus back to you, he walks up to you with a sly grin, his eyes raking up and down your scantily clad body. He towers over you. “Hey there, sweet thing. Couldn't help but notice you eyeing me earlier. What’s your name?”

A tingle runs through you, from the tips of your ears all the way down to your toes. Your already flushed face blushes even more as you attempt to hide your smile, with great failure. You give him your first name with a soft, breathy voice. “You, uh, wanna stick around for a drink…Officer?” You find yourself flirtatiously twisting back and forth like a lovestruck teenager.

“Sorry, sweetheart. I’m on duty. Can’t be drinking,” he replies, but there’s a twinkle in his eye. “Though, I’m off in…” he pauses to check his watch, “twenty minutes.”

A confident grin slowly creeps across your face. “I’m sure we can find something to do till then,” you muse. 

Officer Kennedy lets out a snort, his mischievous smile reaching his eyes. He glances around the beach, finally locating a small shack in the distance, no doubt full of miscellaneous, nautical bric-a-brac. He looks back at you and subtly nods in the direction of the shack. You grin widely and nod in acceptance, following quickly beside him toward your time killer for the next twenty minutes. 

He holds the rickety wooden door open for you and you step inside. Sure enough, there’s old beach chairs, various parts of boats, a jetski, and several feet of rope scattered throughout. At the back, there’s a workbench that Officer Kennedy obviously finds sturdy enough for your cute little ass because as soon as he shuts and secures the door, he lifts you into his arms and carries you to it. As soon as you’re set down, his mouth is all over you. Pillowy soft lips capture yours. His tongue slides along your bottom lip, demanding entry. You open up for him and with a groan, he wastes no time exploring your delicious mouth. “Mmm, you taste like whiskey, baby girl.” He returns to his slow sweep of your oral cavity. His hands roam along your body, caressing every inch of exposed skin, which, let’s be honest, is most of it. You moan in reply as his fingertips dance along your hips. 

You tangle your fingers in his hair while he wraps your legs around his waist, pressing his hardening cock to your wet core. Your back arches, pressing your body against his hard chest. Your nipples are so hard they might rip through your bikini top. 

Officer Kennedy grunts, feeling the heat from your smoldering cunt and the sensation of your tits on him. “Fuck, baby girl…you want this bad, don’t you?” He moves his lips, kissing your cheek then dropping to your neck. He begins with a gentle suck to your tender skin, drawing out the sweetest sighs from you. 

“Fuck…yes! God, I want it so bad. Please, Officer Kennedy!” you confess. 

The officer’s eyes darken and he stops his assault on your neck. “Name’s Leon, sweetheart,” he reveals and pulls off your bikini top with one tug of the thin string. His eyes widen at the sight of your pert breasts. “Fuck…your tits are fucking perfect.” He latches onto one of them with his mouth, sucking it greedily into his mouth with a guttural moan. Better than my girlfriends, he thinks to himself but refrains from saying that out loud. 

Your head falls back and you pant heavily. Your pussy gets so wet you might as well have just walked out of the water. 

Leon unzips his uniform trousers, desperate to relieve the pressure of his hard cock against his pants. After giving plenty of attention to each breast, he crouches down to remove the remaining piece of your bikini and free your sweet, wet cunt. He licks his lips and growls. Without warning, he dives in, mouth engulfing your soaked folds. You gasp in a breath of air and then cry out in pleasure. He moans gruffly, like a starved man enjoying his first meal in days. He throws your legs over his shoulders as he continues his all out assault on your pussy. 

Your chest heaves, rising and falling with labored breaths as he drives you closer and closer to a life changing orgasm. Your hips roll to match the rhythm of his sweet torture as his mouth grapples with your slippery flesh. You think he's about to devour you whole when his tongue drives inside your trembling vault. Your entire body contracts, but he holds your legs wide open for him. With one arm wrapped around your squirmy leg, he slips his thumb over the hood of your clit, gently rubbing at first, then increasing in intensity. His tongue finds the most sensitive patch of flesh inside you and you're overwhelmed with delicious pleasure. You writhe and squirm, but he holds you tightly in place. Your fingers grip his hair and he growls back in approval. 

He increases his pace and rubs your clit faster and harder. You're beginning to feel dizzy from all the intense sensations when you finally cum, screaming his name. He greedily slurps up your cream and kisses his way up your body, across your tits and back to your mouth, sharing the sweet taste of your essence with you. You feel his long, thick erection dragging against your leg, smearing precum on your smooth, silky skin. You manage to catch your breath, but just barely before he manhandles you, turning you over so you're bent over the workbench. You spread your legs without prompting. 

“Good girl. What a good little slut,” he purrs as he gently rubs your back and teases your pussy with the head of his cock. 

You babble incoherently but manage to beg him to fuck you. Suddenly, you feel him grab your wrists and cuff them together behind your back. You moan, “fuck yes…” Your pussy starts dripping all over again at the thought of him dominating you like this. 

He rubs your clit with his cock head, your cream coating his shaft. He leans down to whisper in your ear, “I'm gonna fuck you like no one ever has, baby girl. You just keep those legs spread nice and wide for me, got it?” He rubs your ass gently then delivers a light slap. You yelp in surprise, but your body betrays you as more slick oozes onto Leon's dick. “Oh. You like that baby girl? You like when I get a little rough with you?”

You belt out a moan. “Yes! Fuck…it's so hot!”

Your reaction drives him into madness. He thrusts his thick cock inside you, hard. You cry out with a mix of pleasure and pain, almost more than you can bear but everything you want. 

He groans roughly as he feels your tight cunt envelope him, tossing his head back. He grabs onto your hips, stilling your movements while he tries to keep himself from cumming already. When he's finally regained control of himself, he starts moving slowly, pulling almost all the way out, then gliding back in, his dick lubricated by your infinite supply of creamy slick. 

“Fuck…” he groans, drawing out the word. “You've got the best pussy in the world, sweetheart.” He pants heavily. “Shit…might bust a nut before I even get started…”

Your pussy clamps down on his cock as you hear his words. The thought of him filling you nearly has you cumming again yourself. “Oh God, yes! Please! Please cum in me!”

Leon stops suddenly, nearly falling over at your begging. “What!? You'd actually let me cum inside you?”

You grind your ass against his hips, angling his cock against your g-spot. “Please! I want it!”

He smirks at the submissive goddess beneath him. He slaps your ass again and resumes his pace. “You got it, baby girl. Want Officer Kennedy to breed this little pussy?”

Your walls contract once more, sucking in the throbbing cock that's fucking you deeper and deeper. “Oh, fuck yes!”

He growls and his pace starts to quicken, growing more and more erratic. He reaches around and rubs your clit, the oversensitive bundle of nerves that brings tears to your eyes from so much overwhelming pleasure. 

You choke out another raspy moan as he brings you to climax once more. Your cunt grasps him tight as your walls contract yet again. 

“Yes! Yes! Fuck yes, cum on my dick, baby girl!” he pounds into you hard and fast, chasing his high as your pussy holds onto him for dear life. Finally, sheathed deep within you, he explodes, cumming all over your cervix, splattering his seed against the entrance to your womb. He collapses on top of you, his chest heaving as he catches his breath. You do the same, desperately gulping in extra oxygen. 

“Holy shit…holy fucking shit…” you choke out.

“Yeah…that was…” he pants. 

“Yeah…it was…” you reply. 

You both stay like that for a few more moments before Leon finally pulls out of you. He unlocks the cuffs and replaces them on his utility belt. He glances dramatically at his watch. “Well, would you look at that? It's after midnight. How about that drink, baby girl?” 

You grin as you put your bikini back on and nod. 

You enjoy a few drinks together and when the night ends, you share a tender kiss, but neither of you are brave enough to say you want to see each other again. It's as if there's so much magic in what you experienced together tonight you don't want to risk spoiling it. “Good night Leon,” you whisper. 

“Good night, baby girl,” Leon replies with a smirk and pecks a quick kiss to your cheek before getting back into his cruiser.

As he drives away, you feel a twinge of sadness, but you know you'll get over it and you’ll never see him again anyway…or so you think…

Six months later

You lay outside on the patio, enjoying a book under the summer sun, a glass of iced tea sitting next to you. You've enjoyed the break from school and had the place to yourself since your mother was away on vacation with her boyfriend. You chuckle to yourself at the thought. That won't last long, you joke to yourself. The reason her marriage to your father ended is because she cheated on him. You wouldn't put it past her to do it again. You almost feel obligated to warn this new boyfriend of hers. 

Your peaceful solitude is brought to an abrupt end when your mother's voice rings through the house all the way to the back yard where you are. She calls your name and you hear her footsteps trotting through the house. “Sweetie! I'm engaged!” You hear your mother shout as she bursts into the backyard patio. She squeals with delight.

“What!?” You cry out, jumping up from your lounge chair. 

She grins widely and ostentatiously shows off her engagement ring. It's modest, but pretty. 

You give her a curious look. “So, where's your boyfriend? I haven't even met him.” 

She turns her head back toward the inside of the house and bellows, “Honey! C'mon out here for a second! I want you to meet my daughter!”

Your whole world stops when your mother's fiance steps outside and you finally get a look at him. It's Leon. Leon Kennedy. The officer you shamelessly banged six months ago during spring break. You slept with your future step-father and let him cum inside you! Your eyes widen but you quickly hide it, desperate to keep the dirty little secret from your mother. Leon keeps his face stoic and neutral but tiny microexpressions appear and disappear in milliseconds. You know he recognizes you, too. 

“This is Leon! Leon, this is my daughter,” your mother proudly introduces you, thankfully not perceiving the unmistakable rise in tension at all. You force a smile and shake his hand. You exchange a tense greeting followed by a few pleasantries then quickly excuse yourself, claiming you feel sweaty after sitting outside and need to shower. 

You lean against your bedroom door, frantic from what is happening. Your life is about to turn upside down. Your step-father! You fucked your step-father! You start to feel nauseous and stumble into your bathroom.

But it's not your fault. You didn't know he was with your mom when you met…you didn't ask if he was with anyone, exactly. You didn't care; you hadn't planned on ever seeing him again. And it's not like he was your step-dad at the time. And…and it felt so good. He felt so good inside you. Your pussy starts heating up again, recalling the rapturous orgasms he gave you. You begin to pant as the memories come flooding back. A shower does nothing to calm your nerves and sleep eludes you for hours. Finally, you get out of bed and pad downstairs to the kitchen and get some water. You glance at the clock in the kitchen. It's 2:34 AM. 

“Can't sleep either?” You hear Leon's voice call from the doorway. You jump at the sudden sound. 

“Oh God! You scared me…” you say with a start. 

“Sorry…” he replies with a whisper. He takes the seat across from you at the table. “...you okay?”

You open your mouth to lie and tell him that everything is fine and in fact you don't even remember him…but you do. Despite your drunken state at the time, you remember everything…well, enough, anyway. “No. I'm not. This is…I haven't stopped thinking about…” Your face blushes bright pink and your cheeks burn hot with the memory of your illicit, one-night affair. 

“Yeah…me too…” Leon confesses, his gaze turned away as his own cheeks start to redden. 

You bravely turn your glance toward him. “What…do we do?”

“I know what we should do…” he begins, his gaze rejoining yours. 

“What?” You ask. You're not sure what you're hoping for, though. 

“We should pretend it never happened and forget we know each other,” he finishes, though it sounds like he has more on his mind. 

“But?” you tentatively probe, your heart racing. 

“But all I want is to bury my dick inside your perfect pussy over and over again and never fucking stop,” he confesses, staring up at you through half lidded eyes, his guilt raging against his desire. 

Your breathing intensifies as you actually entertain the thought. “God, I want that, too,” you admit. 

Leon's eyes darken as he succumbs to his dark urges. He swiftly rises and maneuvers around the table then pulls you into his arms, kissing you passionately. “I thought I'd never see you again…”

“Leon…” you moan softly. You should stop.

“Shh. Just let me kiss you, baby girl.” He returns his lips to yours, hands caressing your soft body like it was only yesterday that he last touched you. 

You melt into his embrace, returning his heated kiss with equal fervor. Your arms snake their way around his neck, pulling him closer. 

His primal instincts take over as he lifts you up onto the table and steps between your legs, all without breaking the kiss. He takes in rapid, shallow breaths, the heat from his nostrils hitting your cheek. He's a man possessed by need. His fingers slip underneath your pajama bottoms, finding their way into your already wet folds. “Mmm you're so wet for me, baby girl.” He smirks against your lips and goes back to jamming his tongue inside your mouth while he fingers you. 

Suddenly, you hear your mother's tired voice from the hallway at the top of the stairs, “Leon? Sweetheart?” 

Your and Leon’s eyes widen. He immediately pulls away and you both sit back down in your chairs, your pussy still thrumming with need. Leon crosses his legs to hide his raging erection. 

“Hey, honey,” Leon greets your mother with forced calmness when she finally enters the kitchen. 

“You guys okay?” she asks, suspicion in her voice.

“Yeah, Mom. I was just having a hard time sleeping and Leon was keeping me company.”

Your mother smiles softly. “Well, I'm glad you two are getting along.” She leans down to kiss Leon. He returns it, but his heart is nowhere in it. Not now that he's found you again. Still, bitter jealousy boils within you. Your mother gets to have him whenever she wants and after they're married, you'll never get to touch him again. 

You manage to avoid each other for the next few weeks, both Leon and your mother busy with wedding preparations. 

The day comes all too quickly. What should be a beautiful day, is turning out to be your worst nightmare. You sit quietly at the wedding reception, staring at your mother and Leon…your new step-father. God, he looks so fucking handsome. You have to fight the urge to run up to the head table and kiss him everywhere. You had hoped that once Leon and your mother were married, it would be easier to resist your attraction to him, but it's not. In fact, it might be worse. You both share heated glances throughout the evening, still knowing you can't act on them. You watch them share their first dance and so many kisses as everyone clinks their glasses, dishing out more and more torture for you. 

Eventually, you can't take it anymore and you sneak out of the dance to hide somewhere. Luckily, the reception is at the hotel where everyone is staying, so you slip back into your hotel room for the night, flopping onto your bed and staring at the ceiling. A knock on the door makes you jump. You briefly consider ignoring it but eventually decide to answer. With a sigh, you open the door. Your jaw drops open when you see Leon standing in front of you, hair slightly damp from sweating. His tuxedo jacket is off, probably back in the dance hall where the reception is. His tie is loosened and his white dress shirt sleeves are rolled up, showing off his gorgeous forearms. 

He coos your name gently. “You okay?”

Your eyes fall to your feet, sadness overtaking your expression. “It's…just hard watching you with her…” you confess, speaking as though the woman who just married Leon isn't your mother. 

Leon tentatively steps closer, gently cupping your face with his hand, guiding it up to look at him. “I thought it would be easier now…to stay away…but I can see that's not the case. Maybe…maybe if we just…one more time…”

You take in a deep, hopeful breath, looking up at him. “Yeah,” you carefully agree, “one more time…to get it all out of our system, right?”

He lets out a shaky breath and nods. “Exactly. Then we go back to just being step-daughter and step-father.” He swallows hard, like he knows this won't be the end of it; it's merely a lie you both tell yourselves now to justify what you're about to do. 

“What about my mom?” you ask and carefully glance down the hall to make sure she isn't following.

Leon waves his hand dismissively. “She's happily drowning herself in champagne and gossiping with her friends. She'll be occupied for hours.” He smirks and steps closer to you, far enough inside the hotel room to close and lock the door. “Forget about her, about all that. Just…let me have you one more time.”

Your heart soars and your cunt throbs, aching with wanton need. You take his hand and lead him back to your bed. You tremble with anticipation and nervousness. You're about to have sex with your step-father. On purpose.

He notices your hesitation and reassures you with a tender kiss. “It's okay. Daddy's here, baby girl.” He smirks and captures your lips once more. 

Lust fills you as his words release your dark side. Daddy. Daddy. You moan, repeating his self-assigned title, “Daddy.”

Leon nearly starts salivating, hearing you say the word out loud. His cock is so hard it might burst through his tux pants. He quickly undoes his belt, throwing to the side, carelessly then discarding the rest of his clothes, all without breaking eye contact with you, his gaze like that of a starving predator. He rips your dress off hastily and shoves you onto your bed and pins you in place, cock pressing hard against your body. “Say it again,” he demands with a low growl, then attacks your neck with wet kisses and hard sucks. 

You arch your back into him and loll your head to the side, granting him unrestricted access to your throat. “Daddy,” you repeat, this time with an even needier moan. You bite on your lower lip. 

Leon loses himself entirely in you as he hears your sweet words. One word. ‘Daddy’. Fuck, it's the hottest thing he's ever heard. “Daddy's gonna fill your sweet pussy again, baby girl. Wouldn't you like that?” He licks your neck then bites down lightly on the tender flesh. 

You grunt, letting out a sultry howl. “Oh God…Daddy…yes…please!” you tangle your fingers in his hair as he continues to ravish you. His kiss travels to your breasts, taking one of the plushy mounds in his mouth. You should be disgusted with yourself, condemning your and Leon's behavior, but instead it turns you on tenfold. The taboo nature of your tryst is almost enough to bring you to climax. Add to that the threat of getting caught and it's a wonder you’re not lying in a puddle of your own slick already. You're slowly losing your battle with your self control. When Leon slips his ring and middle fingers inside your drenched pussy, you lose it entirely. Crying out in pleasure, you wiggle and squirm beneath him as he finger fucks you and suckles on your breasts. 

“Oh…” Your chest shudders with shallow breaths as you moan, “Daddy…” You feel the cold metal of his wedding band warming quickly inside you.

“Gonna cum for me, baby girl? Gonna cum on Daddy's fingers? Gotta do it so I can fuck you. Gonna give my princess a full load.” He doubles his efforts, sucking hard on your tits and curling his fingers against your g-spot. 

You gasp in a gulp of oxygen as you cum and cry out, moaning his name, “Daddy!”

Lust and desire drives Leon's groaning as he feels his fingers squeezed inside your cunt, sucked in like they're massaging the walls of a vortex. “Good girl. Good girl. Daddy’s gonna fuck you now.” He slowly crawls up your body and kisses you possessively as he slides his cock against your folds, teasing you and coating his shaft with your natural lubricant.

“Daddy please!” you beg beneath him, wiggling your hips and trying to guide his thick cock inside you. 

“Anything for you, baby girl,” he purrs and slides home, slowly, delicately, savoring the last time he'll be able to feel your sweet cunt tighten around his cock…ah fuck it! Who is he kidding? He knows he can't stop! He kisses you passionately and starts thrusting. He supports his weight on one forearm so he can knead your breasts with his free hand. His tongue surveys your entire mouth before he lowers his face to your ear. He whispers, “you're mine, baby girl. You belong to Daddy, understand? No one else.”

Your tits jiggle with each delicious thrust of his hips, driving his cock deep inside you. In this moment, the entire world fades away as pleasure and lust overruns your mind. “Yes…” you reply between hungry gasps, “yes, Daddy!”

“That's my good girl.” He nibbles on your neck once more and drives into you faster, gripping your breasts with greater urgency. The need he feels to fill you with his cum is overwhelming. “Need you to cum for Daddy again, okay, baby girl? Cream my cock so I can fill my new daughter's tight little pussy.” He returns to kissing your plump lips and reaches his hand down to circle your clit. 

If his attention to your buzzing nub wasn't enough to send you over the edge, his words are. You nearly choke on the guttural moan bursting through your throat as you pussy clamps down on his dick, greedily sucking him in. “Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! I'm cumming!” You cry tears of unfiltered joy and pleasure. His thrusts continue as does his pressure on your clit. Your orgasm drags on and eventually you feel the warm rush of fluid gushing from your body.

“Oh, fuck yes, baby girl! Squirt on Daddy's cock! Fuck! You're so easy!” He growls proudly and leans down to kiss your neck. “Not even your mom does that. But I guess my cute little daughter has no problem squirting on her Daddy's big cock, huh?” His thrusts are like earthquakes, shaking your entire body until he buries himself balls deep and cums hard. You feel his essence spurting against your cervix. You melt into a puddle, falling limp on the bed. Limp, but so satisfied. He rolls off of you and pulls you into his arms. “Close your eyes, baby girl. Daddy will stay with you till you fall asleep.” He kisses your forehead and holds you close. 

True to his word, you fall asleep still in his arms, but wake the next morning alone. Your stomach briefly twists in knots, knowing Leon probably consummated his marriage to your mother last night. Yet, you don't feel terribly upset. In fact, you smile at yourself, realizing he was probably thinking of you the entire time. Your appetites have been wetted and neither of you will be satisfied for long. You're confident that Daddy will keep coming back for his baby girl. 

[gladiatorcunt]

cw: 18+ mdni content, painal, blood, period sex, pseudo incest, extreme dubcon, degradation but also praise, typical rafe warnings, fem labels, dead dove: DO NOT EAT

thinking about bloody anal with stepbro!rafe bc you’re on your period! he has no problems fucking the shit out of your puffy pussy, but there’s just something irresitble abour stretching your ass out while watching your cunt bleed. he likes to stare at where the two of you connect, almost treating you more like a pocket pussy than his stepsister. he’s not gentle about it whatsoever, immediately thrusting his tip past your walls and spanking you.

“c’mon, mama, let me in.” he grits out, slapping a hand over your mouth to silence your whines.

on the rare chance that the two of you have the house to ourselves, he’d love to hear you yelp and howl for his dick. but it’s 7 am on a monday morning and he couldn’t wait to pounce on you as soon as he saw the pads in the trash can of your shared bathroom. rafe held a finger to his lips when you started waking up to the sound of your bedroom door lock being played with. he knelt on your pink bed and crawled over you, his pupils blown out and his arms tensing in anticipation.

you try to plead with rafe to at least wait until everyone else is asleep. but he doesn’t seem to care about the sounds of your blended family moving through the house and his dick barges in any way. all you can do is sob against his hand and let him split you open. rafe pretends he doesn’t feel you shake your little ass back on his length, you keep up the charade that you don’t love that this is hurting you.

“shh shh, good girl. keep swallowing this dick, alright?” he whispers against your temple, tightening his grip on your face and bullying more inches into your reddening ass.

“this’ll help with the cramps, i’m doin’ my little slut a favor, honey.”

he’s not letting you go so you can clean up for a reason.

he bottoms out with a silent groan, mouthing ‘FUCK!’ into your pillow. you squeal, too tired and overwhelmed to register anything but your stepbrother’s huge cock inside you. this wasn’t how you imagined fucking him again, though you’re ashamed to say you imagined it all. listening to the soft rain pelt your window as rafe caresses your ass, he’s at least giving you enough grace to get yourself together and adjust.

he bites his lip when some of your blood trickles down to touch where your ass is stretched around his dick. more blood follows suit as he starts at a rough pace, and the sight of your matted pubic hair combined with your wide teary eyes could make him cum in the spot.

“it’s okay, it’s okay. just be a good girl, your big brother’s already claimed this tight fucking ass hole. all you have to do is take it.” he says and tugs your face to his so he can spit on his hand, he can’t exactly take his hand off so he can spit in your mouth but he can imagine it. “just me and not that limp dick boy that’s been following you around.”

after thrusting for a bit, rafe looks down to see that your blood has frothed around his cock. mixing with your slick (because of course you’re so fucking wet) and the cum he left inside you last night to form a pink ring around the base.

“aw, look sweetie,” he coos, pushing your head down to gaze at his cock pistoning in and out of your soaked pussy. “it’s your favorite color!”

you whimper into his fingers and do your best to nod, wishing that you could reach down and rub your clit. but rafe’s got your wrists in his other hand behind your back, and he’s probably the type that would be all territorial about you touching yourself. you were both so drunk last night off whatever you could find in ward’s cabinet, it was your first time trying alcohol and you went a little overboard. but you both were too fucked up to put a name or expectations to what you have.

rafe surprises you and lets go of your wrists. he digs his now free digits into your clit, flicking the swollen bud in time with his thrusts in your ass. he unintentionally edges you because he keeps bring his hand up to his mouth so he suck the blood off of his fingers.

“hmm, you taste good, sis. sometimes i wish i could bite all over this slutty body and really leave my mark, but this’ll be enough for now, right?”

you don’t care about your family making their presence known downstairs, or about the bloody mess rafe is making of you anymore. you always wanted his attention and approval, so you lick the fingers covering your mouth and wiggle your ass back on his dick again. the earth shattering orgasm you later have around him was so intense that he’s almost sad that it wasn’t on camera.

the ridiculous hot pink heart shaped plug he shoves inside your abused hole makes for the perfect lockscreen on his phone though.

[luluvs99]

Forbidden [An Eremika canonverse AU]

TW: pseudo-incest

Eren and Mikasa grow up under the same roof after he took her to his home and wrapped his scarf around her. In a Paradis enclosed by the walls but without titans, how would they handle their attraction to each other once puberty hits if they're seen as siblings by everyone in Shiganshina?

Grisha Jaeger takes his son, Eren, to a medical visit at the mountains outside Wall Maria to meet Mikasa, a little girl his age hoping they'll become friends. But instead, they find the terrible scene of a crime, Mikasa's parents are laying lifeless on a pool of their own blood, but their daughter is nowhere to be found. His father goes to fetch the military police and asks him to please stay safe where he is; but in a terrible impulsive outburst, Eren decides to save Mikasa on his own. When they come out of that terrible and violent event, Grisha and Eren take the now orphan Mikasa to live with them and his mother Carla in Shiganshina. Giving her the chance to have a home and a new family, not to replace the one she'd lost that day, but to never let her feel alone in their world.

And that's how they become family.

Years pass and there is no titan breaking through Wall Maria and tragically changing their destinies for the worst. Now, they live their lives as peacefully as they can, going to school every day with their only friend Armin, and spending their free time going outside the wall to take naps under that old tree on top of the hill, or going to the riverside of the Rhine river, to spend their days inside an old abandoned cabin that once belonged to a solitary soldier which their name they don't know of.

They are family now. That's how everyone in town sees them, gone are the days when their nosy neighbors used to visit the Jaegers at random hours just to meet the new addition to the family, a cute little girl who looked like the moon, with pale skin, dark hair and the strangest but most captivating sad eyes they've ever seen.

Carla and Grisha are happy and proud of themselves for making Mikasa feel like a loving member of their family. And everyone in town, including Armin, knows that they are a family. Eren used to be proud of himself for that. He did that, he gave her a home and kept her warm when she most needed it, he became her family when she had lost hers.

So why does he get so agitated everytime someone addresses the two of them as siblings? Aren't they just that? If the four of them are a family now, aren't they supposed to be siblings too, just like his mother introduces them when they meet someone new?

But if they're supposed to be siblings, why does it feel so wrong? Why can't he see her as his sister and move on? Why does she have to be so beautiful and perfect, everything he's ever known as the concept of love if she's supposed to just be his sister?

And now, he has to deal with this alone, because to act on his feelings for her seems to be forbidden.

[avelera]

Ok, so I know GRRM definitely has a whole ton of lore around the Targaryen dragon riders and who can do it and what level of bloodline is needed as has been raised as a question in the latest HotD episode, but here are my PERSONAL problems and questions around the whole idea that bloodline has anything to do with whether or not you can be accepted by and ride a dragon:

If Targaryen blood was required to be a dragon rider, Targaryen's would be the greatest genealogists in the world. They would have to be, as a matter of necessity and survival. Their empire is built on the superior fire power of dragons.

A bunch of GRRM and the showrunners little pet favorite pseudo-Medievalism would make LESS than zero sense.

For example, you would NEVER allow "prima nocta" (the lord of the castle gets to sleep with the bride on her wedding night before her husband) in a world where dragon riding is based on bloodline ARE YOU KIDDING ME, you would NEVER piss off a client prince by sleeping with his wife and THEN possibly give a prince or princess into that family line that could raise a dragon against you.

You would NEVER have MALE-based genealogy of inheritance, that would be literally insane. The only way to be certain of bloodline would be through the female line. You could still have patriarchy, but there is NO WAY you'd try to guess who can ride a dragon based on the FATHER rather than the MOTHER holy shit.

Males of the family would be locked down from sleeping around. Again, are you fucking kidding me, you'd never go spreading that genetic material if it really was a life or death difference between who can control your AIR FORCE and who cannot. Another pet Medievalism that would absolutely go out the window, these guys would NOT be free to sleep around wherever they please outside designated harems.

And on that note, THERE WOULD BE NO CASTLES. Again, are you fucking kidding me, the reason we don't have castles today is because of air power. In theory, Targaryens could have castles in order to repress the populace, but everyone else's castles would be a vestigial joke, because dragons could just fly over them and bbq you wtf.

Sorry just... everything about the questions raised around "Can anyone use this DYNASTICALLY SINGULAR magical Air Force based on their ability to trace to a PARTICULAR bloodline and if so, how in the WORLD would this bloodline not go to fanatical lengths to protect itself and authenticate its own members, up to and including preventing random bastards or interbreeding except with trusted favorite families??"

I just... have to scream about it here in order to spare my poor SO my ranting.

p.s BEFORE hitting me with encyclopedias of book lore PLEASE recall the show is absolutely departing from that lore and I'm basing this off the show, it is not 100% guaranteed the book facts will matter at all to these questions because as far as I can tell, the show is just serving up "Magical bloodline that magically prevents the down sides of incest... or is it??"

[nasty-quillz]

Aiza/Shin/Han: Enchanted Fleshlight

....I found this in my notebook y'all. I don't remember what I was doing or how it was suppose to end, but I do no it had to be during one of my dark content kicks.

Premise: Y/n and Shinso adopted by Aizawa. Aizawa using Quirked Fleshlight to fuck you in class while you do group work with Sero and Shinso. Pseudo incest and public sex/voyeurism.(Cant remember if I made AU a College or not, but everyone is 18+)

Aizawa Sensei is a bastard. Hundred percent  an absolute bastard.

Because as he sits at his desk, droning on about the day's classwork, you feel the thick head of his dick nudging at your entrance.

He has the nerve to lean his face on one hand as if he’s tired, while the other one is no doubt teasing the enchanted fleshlight you got him, under his desk.

He paired you off for group projects and you remained in your seat, with shaking legs as Hitoshi and Hanta moved to your desk., with their chairs.

“Hey Y/n! You ready for this project,” Hanta asked as he sat in his chair backwards.

“I hope so. If we tank this, Sensei is gonna take it outta my ass in training,” Hitoshi smirks at you as he says it, knowing you’re aware of exactly how.

Just as you go to say you got them, Aizawa chose that moment to push into the gushy hold of the fleshlight, punching the air out of your lungs. Hanta and Hitoshi looked at you, but went back to sketching out ideas.

You tried to give an air of attentiveness, but you look over to where the yellow sleeping bag peaks out behind his desk and gives away nothing. You clenched your jaw at the pleasure of his minute thrusting, pussy spasming around him.

“Fuck.” The whimper is whispered as it drags its way from behind your teeth. Sensei always filled you so good and it made  you adjust yourself in your seat..

You were pulled from your distraction by Hitoshi and Hanta.

“Okay so our Designated villain is… Bakugo.”

You groaned. “Come the fuck on.” 

“Yep,” Hitoshi said, popping the “P”.

“”How the fuck am I meant to paralyze when he moves that fast?!”

Hanta pats your shoulder. “It’s ok, we can take him.”

You nodded, “Okay show me the plan.”

For the next several minutes you fall into your classwork and the thrumming feeling of Aizawa’s become a pleasant background feeling when you’d periodically clench around him. Your panties were soaked and you knew there’d be a wet spot if you stood up.

When Hanta was distracted talking to Hitoshi, you rocked your hips forward in your seat, forcing him deeper into your sloppy hole. Aizawa twitched minutely behind his desk and you bite your lip and exhale through your nose. You thought it went unnoticed, but Hanta turned to look at you.

You okay, Y/n?” 

You opened your mouth to answer, but Hitoshi’s phone went off. You watched as he looked at it and thin purple eyebrows raised to his hairline as he smirked over at you.

It didn’t slip past Hanta. 

“Shinsou, Buddy what’s up?”

Hitoshi started chuckling and you could tell from the look in his eyes you were fucked.

He glances at Hanta, “You wanna have some fun Sero?”

Sero looked at his friend interest piqued. “Yeah?”

Hitoshi looked back at you and Hanta followed.

Without any warning Aizawa started beating your shit up. 

His fist moved the pocket pussy roughly across his dick and the feeling made your eyes cross as your hands scramble to grip onto the desk

You were so wet that you could hear the gooey sound of your pussy in the loud din of talking from the rest of your friends. 

That fact stood for your two friends sitting with you as well, unfortunately.

“Holy shit,” came the lanky boy’s disbelieving whisper.

“How’s Daddy feel, Babygirl,” Hitoshi asked, chuckling at your distressed pleasure.

You glared at him, but it failed when Aizawa hit the spot that made your mouth drop open in a silent moan. “Nii-san, he feels so fucking good,” you whispered, gasping into your hand to muffle it.

Hitoshi looked at Hanta. “Look at my pretty lil’ sister enjoying using her pussy. Bet it’s real slick from getting fucked in front of our whole class.”

You shuddered, hating how your foster brother knew how much of an exhibitionist you were.

“I mean look at Sero. He’s rock hard just watching you fall apart on Daddy’s dick. Bet he’d nut right here if he saw the way it’s hollowing your pussy out. Just slick dripping walls twitching around the fat dripping shape of his dick.”

Hanta groaned, feeling his own dick twitch in his pants. “Fuckin’ Hell, Shinsou.” He pressed the heel of his pal  against his straining erection. “You’re fucking filthy.”

He just grinned that demented smile, as he slipped his hand under the desk. Strong calloused digits ran up bronzed thighs as you spread them.  He slipped them into your soaked panties and slicked his fingers in your mess.

He never took his eyes off of Hanta. “So what do you say, Sero? Don’t you wanna know what she look like creaming on Daddy’s dick.?” 

Just as Hitoshi asked the question, his phone screen lit up with a single word.

Daddy.

Hitoshi answers on his  headphones and listened briefly before taking out one earbud and passing it to Hanta.

The taller young man took it. “H—Hello?”

“Hanta.” Aizawa’s sex voice is something that is long imagined amongst their class in the late hours of the night, but hearing it made him whimper. 

“Yes Sir?”

“You want a taste of my Babygirl, I’ve seen how you look at her..” In the background the slick sound of Aizawa fucking the fake pussy could be heard. It sent a thrill down his spine.

“Watch Hitoshi and I get her off, and You can have all the fun you want.”

Hanta’s breath hitched as he thought of you on your knees in front of him, balls in your mouth and cum on your face.

“Yes Sir.”

“Good boy.”

Hanta’s dick jumped in his pants at the man’s words and his mind reeled with thoughts of getting the man to praise him again.

Shinsou's devious grin interrupted his train of thought.

“Let’s get this show started.”

[sigilmint]

RICHIE!! (for the character ask thing)

Richie Jerimovich 🥰

How I feel about this character

I have a soft spot for characters who are bitter, who push people away so they don't get hurt, who are so so sad inside but who disguise it with prickliness, who kinda see themselves as major fuck ups. Characters who you get a terrible first impression of, who you actively go 'eugh' when they're first introduced. Every time I encounter a character like that, I lean forward and start paying so much attention, because I know they are so fucking sad under all that. Richie was created for me in a lab.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

I do think that Richie is queer. I think his relationship with Mikey had an unrealized crush/obsession element to it on Richie's part, and him getting dragged further and further into Mikey's world is what lead to the dissolve of his marriage. I think Tiff realized at a certain point that she was never going to be what Mikey was, to Richie. And I think a lot of his pain comes from not understanding that, not realizing his feelings about Mikey were that intense, not being able to see the forest for the trees as it were.

So all that being said... I actually very much ship him with Carmy. The idea of them meeting each other as real adults after years apart (even though it's not been terribly long, they both went through significant life events since last they saw each other, at the start of the first season) and realizing that the other person isn't just some stupid kid/annoying friend of the family anymore... there's so much there. They build a real respect for each other, amid the yelling matches, and when they're on the same page, they are both so strong. They are front of house and back of house. They have so much complicated history and also they're starting from scratch. They both lost the most important person in the world to them. They need each other.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

My unpopular opinion about this character

Idk what the fandom missed when they watched this show but he and Carmen aren't actually cousins lmfao. I mentioned that ship irl to someone and they made SUCH a disgusted face at me. Childhood friends isn't family, and there's nothing wrong with kissing someone you've known since you were young. I'm honestly so confused how one of the most popular romance dynamics of all time got turned into like, 'pseudo-incest' or whatever like come on people!! It's fictional characters.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

Can you imagine how tender and sweet and supportive a coming out episode would be on this show 🥹 Let the saddest man have a day where everyone showers him with love <3

[zvtara-was-never-canon]

https://www.tumblr.com/demaparbat-hp/756408322513616896/i-used-to-just-think-zutara-was-cool-because-zuko?source=share

Thoughts on the response?

Thank God you said "the response" because the ask itself such bullshit with that "This relationship between an unrelated 12-year-old and 14-year-old is totally pseudo mom-son incest" take XD

I only have two things I strongly disagree with in this response

"Zuko and Mai never learned to make their relationship work"

Zuko full on says he doesn't want to rely on anger anymore and has been trying really hard to keep true to that, so no more of the toxic behavior he displayed on "The Beach."

We see in Nightmares And Daydreams that they found a way to show affection towards each other that they both appreciate and understand, so no more sea-shell incidents. That same episode also has Mai being Zuko's safe space, as he repeatedly goes to her for comfort and to vent, and she's giving him all of her time and energy on those moments because she wants to be a supportive partner.

Finally, the big, seemingly undefeatable obstacle in their way was the fact that Zuko wanted to dethrone his father, while Mai was still supporting Azula - and that was solved when Mai took that leap of faith and risked it all to help Zuko achieve his goal, because even if she couldn't fully understand it yet, she loved and trusted him.

They made it work and they made each other happy. How is them ending up together in any way a contradiction or regression?

"The show dropped the arc of Aang needing to let go of Katara"

I still can't believe some many repeat that lie when we SAW it wasn't true. Aang let of of Katara on Crossroads of destiny, even after Iroh told him he was wise to choose love over power.

He then IMMEDIATELY dies and it's KATARA that saves him. In "The Awakening" Aang leaves her and everyone behind to try and defeat Ozai somehow because he can't accept letting the world lose hope - and Karata is WRECKED by it. She does not WANT to be let go of.

Hell, Iroh had to let go of Zuko only to be reunited with him, same with Maiko. Even in the finale, in which the entire group is splitting up for the sake of strategy, the happy ending is not just the Kataang endgame, but EVERYONE being happy with ALL their loved ones (relatives, friends, love interests) because, surprise surprise, things aren't black and white. We can't let our attachments blind us to things we have to do, but they exist for a reason: because they are things that make life worth living. Even the Guru uses Aang's love for his people AND FOR KATARA as a good thing that helps him with his chakras.

That plot wasn't "dropped" and it was never exclusive to Kataang's romance. Knowing when to let go and when to hold something close to your heart is a consistent theme through Avatar, and we repeatedly see that you don't really have to let everything go FOREVER - see Aang saying in "The Awakening" that he won't accept hiding his air-nomad tattoos, then doing it anyway for the greater good, and because of it being allowed to show them proudly again by the time of the eclipse.

For fuck's sake, in the finale Aang is literally told by a past Avatar, who was also an airbender, that, BECAUSE he's the Avatar, he can NEVER fully detach, because his duty is to the world, to the people in it, TO KATARA.

Aang letting go of Katara permanently would make them both just as miserable as they would have been if he never let her out of his sight.

[sleepieces]

all of those asks with caleb plz

oh god this is gonna be long. stick with me here ok? ok. let’s go

1) what's a Hot Take you have about your f/o?

idk why a lot of the fandom thinks like this, but caleb is not a yandere & would not be extremely good at sex instantly.

sure he’s possessive and gets jealous, but he’s not gonna just immediately kill someone who looks at mc once. he broke vipers wrist (iirc), but that’s because viper was hurting mc by holding her wrist too tightly and was very clearly bothering her. his jealousy and possessive behaviour isnt for no reason, either, because he has personally witnessed mc being experimented on and has routinely put himself in her place just so that her torturers will leave her alone. all he wants is to protect mc, and while he might say extreme things sometimes, he very explicitly states that he would only act on those things if mc wants him to!

and as for him being some sort of sex god…. no. no fucking way. are we looking at the same guy? this dumbass puppy?

no. he’s still a virgin by the time of the homecoming wings story. he has only ever wanted mc, never even LOOKED at another girl. mc was his first fantasy, his first kiss, his first everything. it just doesnt make sense to me otherwise. he miiiightve looked to porn or genuine advice online on how to pleasure someone in order to make mc feel good when it finally happens, but he’s still nervous and a bit shaky with it. its his first time too!

2) on what do you disagree with other fans of your f/o?

the ‘gege’ trope & forbidden love part of caleb’s relationship with mc IS important, but it is NOT the only thing that their relationship is about! other themes in their relationship/lore include freedom, finding happiness by defining it for yourself, and realising your worth. not to mention, everyone seems to just gloss over the fact that caleb cared about mc even before they were both taken in by grandma josephine. he saw her being tortured for EVER’s gain, and he felt for her, just a little girl who didnt deserve any of this pain, and that is when he felt a connection with her, because he was going through the same thing.

3) did you used to ship your f/o with anyone before realizing you wanted to ship them with yourself?

uhhhh does an s/i count? i made kali as an insert for lads because i usually dont use my own names for otome games, but eventually caleb became so special to me that i couldnt help it; i wanted to open the game and see ‘nanno’ in his dialogue text instead of ‘kali’.

4) do you feel like you have to defend your f/o all the time?

not allll the time, but definitely a lot :( a fair few people dont realise and/or refuse to acknowledge that caleb & mc’s canon relationship isnt incest/pseudo-cest/step-cest. its just that of two traumatised children raised side by side who only ever had each other. caleb even says it himself in the CN dub; ‘have you ever thought about it? i’ve never been your brother.’

5) what's the dumbest thing you've heard about your f/o, either on the internet or irl?

see the above questions…..;;;;

6) what are some tropes that fan art of your f/o tends to follow?

uhhhh lots of longing/yearning vibes, space, him being a puppy, & him just going along with whatever mc does

7) did your f/o deserve better?

always :( my lovely boy deserves to be able to feel his emotions properly without being punished for it, deserves to be able to feel touch like he could before EVER got to him, deserves to never ever be used as a human weapon ever again.

8) do you even like the source your f/o comes from or do you only watch it for them & nothing else?

i love lads as a game, but tbh i dont really care for the other guys, at least as LIs. they’re great characters, but caleb’s my guy!!! ^_^

9) do you distance yourself from other fans of your f/o or their source?

ahh kind of? i go into tags and stuff every now and then & i like content if it comes across my feed, but i kind of just prefer to interact with yumeshippers in general on here, and if they also like lads too, thats cool :D other people who f/o caleb are a big no for me tho :(

10) how did you feel when you realized "oh of course i had to like That Character"?

it was when his trailer came out. originally i wasnt very bothered with him, and i thought i’d just ignore him when he came out, but his trailer really changed my mind. he was just so… attractive. the tension he had with mc in the trailer made me think, ‘oh. maybe i will like this guy’, and like two days later i was grumbling and frowning cuz i just couldnt get him out of my head. he really infected my brain. needy bastard

11) do you think it's better to have a copious amount of content for your f/o, even with the risk of finding a lot of ship art, or better to have a lot less?

lads is an otome game, so theres bound to be ship art of caleb with other peoples mcs, but to be honest i just scroll past or block if theyre a yumeshipper with him. to me, i prefer having more content, since im not all that creative myself, so its nice to look at other people’s works and see things that i wouldnt be able to think of.

12) aren't you tired of being nice? this is an excuse to rant.

i used up all my energy explaining on the first few questions… just look at those ^^;;;

[mistandshcdow]

so i watched the ‘we have always lived in the castle’ film and i have some thoughts (good bad & weird, spoilers ahead)

Good:

- depiction of merricats OCD is accurate and visually compelling

- weird codependent / incestous relationship between merricat and constance probably weird and incestous

- uncle julian fucks now

- also letting uncle julian be able to move his own wheelchair is a good change for the sake of him as a character bc otherwise constance would have to be in every single scene with him

- jim is the perfect asshole

- merricat’s reaction to charles’ arrival is so funny

- i know a lot of whalitc fans hate sebastian stan for charles but imo he’s kinda perfect. he’s good at effortless asshole because he is lowkey punchable. also that he’s got literally nothing intelligent or good to say ever is so accurate/his pseudo intellectualism is so accurate

- what i like about this movie is that it is very firm in its pro incest worldview 😭 charles being into constance isn’t viewed as weird and they are literally first cousins

- constance constantly one pained smile away from a mental breakdown at all times

- merrricat walking around like a little goblin everywhere is too funny

- the kitchen scene with the argument between julian and charles is fantastic wow they captured the anxiety perfectly

Bad:

- merricat looks way too put together, she’s literally a feral child who never brushes her hair and hates washing and she’s here with two perfect twisted braids and not a single flyaway ???

- why are uncle julian’s clearly humorous lines being played straight / earnestly … this man is the biggest jokester around constantly trolling people not whispering deep truths

- helen and lucille … why did they have this weird visual gag of lucille repeating everything idk it was just a bad choice. unless we are meant to think that everything is through merricat’s twisted POV??

- not enough jonas

- not enough about the fucking poisonings?!?! idk i feel like i would have kinda liked to see it go down maybe that’s just me being a goblin

- ending lacks the emotional weight it needed, the scene about the sugar was not nearly as impactful as it should be and it’s because we didn’t get enough of merricat’s murderous inner monologue. if you didn’t read the book then you wouldn’t know based on what the film told you about her, but it’s obvious from one look into her mind that she’s capable of violence

Weird:

- changing the meaning of the burying. clearly burying is a good thing in the book but in the film she only buries bad things. i get they might have wanted this as a visual metaphor for when they kill charles but ehhhhh idk

- the house is not like i imagined but i guess everyone is on a budget

- constance sleeps in full makeup

- removing thomas from the family but i guess they didn’t want to make merricat a child murderer. seems a weird line in the moral sand considering she literally killed everyone else

overall, this movie conveys the plot of whalitc, but fails at telling the story or conveying any emotion that the original text does so masterfully. if you liked the book, the movie won’t ruin anything, but it will leave you feeling very disappointed. just reread the book.

[genevievethayer]

headcanons for saved!

tw: religion, religious cult, dub-con, non-con, drugging, manipulation, grooming, love-bombing, pseudo-incest

prophet!billy who tells you, the night you come to their compound at long last, that your arrival was prophesied to him by the Lord

prophet!billy who tells you that you shall now be known as the "Maiden" to all his followers

prophet!billy who tells you that you're a sanctified being made in God's image, & that he's chosen you for a divine purpose

prophet!billy who tells his flock that you shall be worshipped and treated with the utmost respect and reverence

prophet!billy who keeps you sweet & pliant by ensuring there's hallucinogenic drugs in everything you drink, so you'll never be sad again

prophet!billy who dresses you solely in pretty little white dresses, with dainty flowers in your hair, to advertise your purity to everyone who gazes upon you in the cult compound

prophet!billy who prefers you to either go barefoot, or to wear only soft slippers so you'll have no chance of escape

prophet!billy who deems that you should live solely under his roof, so the two of you can stay close

prophet!billy who tells you that he's joining your souls & putting God inside of you when the two of you have sex

prophet!billy who tells you it must be your special secret, because God says so—everyone else here wouldn't understand the holy act you are both committing every night

prophet!billy who needs to know where you are at all times, because if he were to lose you, it would mean the end of everything

prophet!billy who encourages you to unburden yourself in every way to him: confess your sins, your wants & desires, your needs, your every thought & action

prophet!billy who tells you that no one will ever love you the way that he does

prophet!billy who assures you that the compound is your one true home—that armageddon is coming soon & only this place can keep you safe

prophet!billy who tells you that you're doing the Lord's work by tending to your prophet's needs in the bedroom

prophet!billy who gives you something strong and very strange tasting one night at dinner

prophet!billy who carries you to bed once you're unconscious

prophet!billy who cums deep inside of you

prophet!billy who tells you, once your period is late, that you're carrying the next coming of christ—conceived through immaculate conception

prophet!billy who tells you that by carrying the messiah, it means the end times are upon you all

prophet!billy who promises you that your people here at the commune are the only ones who God will save & take to heaven when the time comes—carrying his second son is proof of that

prophet!billy who preaches with eyes full of fire & words full of conviction, while you stare at him adoringly from behind glassy eyes and with a foggy mind

prophet!billy who entrusts your care to only one other

sister!thayer who treats you adoringly, like fine, fragile China

sister!thayer who loves you so, so much, her special girl

sister!thayer who cooks for you, bathes you, dresses you, and puts you to bed

sister!thayer who loves brushing your hair out after your baths full of pleasant smelling oils that make your skin clean and soft

sister!thayer who will lie down with you in bed and hold you in her arms, telling you that your new mama loves you so dearly

sister!thayer who takes care of you like no one has ever done before in your entire, empty life

sister!thayer who slips her hand between your thighs, telling you she only wants to help her beloved girl relax and feel good

sister!thayer who plays with your pussy while holding you close and speaking encouraging words that make you cry tears of joy: you're so perfect, so beautiful, such a lovey, pretty pussy, so incredibly blessed

sister!thayer who is so, so proud of you when you cum for her, or all over the prophet's cock every night

sister!thayer who cups the back of your head, bringing you close as you twine yourself around her while the prophet pounds into you from behind

sister!thayer who tells you she is so fortunate to have the Maiden's love

sister!thayer who just loves to kiss you on the lips while cupping your cheeks in her steady hands

sister!thayer who promises you that you are so incredibly loved and adored by her, the prophet, and all your new family, but most of all by God

prophet!billy & sister!thayer who want you to have a serene gestation as possible

prophet!billy & sister!thayer who want you staying close to home—no more afternoon walks in the woods

prophet!billy & sister!thayer who gift you the loveliest maternity dresses, which are sheer, putting all of your fertile body on display for your fellow followers

prophet!billy & sister!thayer who won't allow anyone else to cradle your swollen belly—it is for their hands only

prophet!billy & sister!thayer who tell you that you will all be the happiest family there's ever been

prophet!billy who marries you, likening himself to Joseph and yourself to the virgin Mary

sister!thayer who will be there for anything you should need, including tending to that pressure between your thighs at night with her tongue

prophet!billy who is the love of your life

sister!thayer who is your lover & new mama

You, who is so unbelievably content & specially chosen

[spectralsleuth]

A Song of Ice and Fire Basics (For people who want to read my crossover fic and are confused)

Hope you guys are having fun! The fic is located HERE for anyone wondering what the fuck I'm talking about, and for everyone else, hi.

CW: RAPE, MURDER, INCEST, CHILD MURDER, TORTURE, ETC All Game of Thrones/ A Song of Ice and Fire staples, so like. Ya know. This is a brief synopsis of the plot and relevant facts/history of the world, and I am going to pare it down as BAREBONES and concise as I can for some important context of the world and plot.

THE WORLD:

The planet itself isn't named, and the main bulk of the story takes place in Westeros. Parts of the book/show narrative also take place across the water in the Dothraki Sea, Pentos, and Essos, but isn't really relevant yet if at all in the fic I am writing. Don't worry about it.

Medieval-ish fantasy setting, western European flavored for the main part of the story, and QUESTIONABLY eastern flavored for other parts of it. IE pseudo Asia, Mongolia, or Africa etc exist, but George RR Martin wasn't like, the most culturally sensitive about his portrayals.

Science is at the height of alchemy, and maybe penicillin coming soon stage.

Seasons last for years here. 2-12 years depending, and there's all sorts of schools of thought devoted to why and how. Long Winters are just as disastrous as you might think, although more southern kingdoms are less touched bu this.

WESTEROS:

Once upon a time in a place called Valyria where magic was rich and rampant and men used blood magic to ride and tame dragons, a family called the Targaryen's fled to Westeros. They did so right before a huge cataclysm (foretold by one of their own family members, as the family is very prone to prophecy), and came to Westeros. There they settled, and Aegon Targaryen and his two sister wives, Visenya and Rhaenys, rode their three giant dragons all across the continent, and united the land under their singular rule. Yippee!

(Yes, sister wives, don't worry about it. The family motto is 'Fire and Blood'.)

The Targaryens ruled for hundreds of years until eventually magic dwindled in the world, their dragons grew weaker, and infighting severely diminished their House. Eventually there were only a few Targaryens left, and the final Targaryen King, Mad King Aerys.

King Aerys was married to his sister, Rhaella, and had two sons- Rhaegar, who was considered a sensitive NOT crazy poet warrior prince, and little Viserys.

Things were fraught in Mad King Aerys's rule as he had a habit of burning people alive, paranoia, rape, abuse, you name it. But there wasn't any meaningful rebellion UNTIL-

ROBERTS BARATHEON'S REBELLION:

Brief synopsis: Robert Baratheon grew up with and was best friends with Ned Stark, as wards of Jon Arryn in the Vale having adventures. Ned Stark had an older brother, a younger sister, and a youngest brother. Robert Baratheon fell in love with Ned Starks sister, Lyanna, who was about 15-17 over the course of these events.

Lyanna was kidnapped by Rhaegar Targaryen after being betrothed to Robert, and when Lord Rickard Stark (the head of house and Ned's father) went with his son Brandon (eldest, and heir) to demand she be returned, King Aerys burned Rickard alive with wildfire. He also tied Brandon by the throat with a sword just out of reach, so he strangled himself attempting to save his father.

This kicked off the rebellion in it's entirety, with various houses taking sides, I'm not going to go into detail. At the end of it thought:

Robert Baratheon killed Rhaegar Targaryen in battle at the Trident (a huge river running through Westeros). he crushed his chest in with a mace.

Tywin Lannister (former Hand of the King to Aerys, and famously savage, clinical, and tactical) betrayed King Aerys at the last minute, and allowed the capitol to be sacked by Robert's rebellion forces. He ALSO controversially allowed Prince Rhaegar's wife (Princess Elia of Dorne) to be raped and murdered, while her toddler daughter was stabbed to death and baby son was smashed against a wall.

Jaime Lannister (15 or 16 at the time, and member of the Kingsguard) famously slew King Aerys in the back, earning himself the moniker 'Kingslayer'. He remained on as a member of the Kingsguard afterward, now for Robert.

Ned Stark rode to where Lyanna was being held, fought the two Kingsguard left with her, and she died in his arms.

Queen Rhaella fled in a ship with her youngest son Viserys, and died in childbirth on the way across the Narrow Sea, giving birth to Daenerys Stormborn Targaryen.

Ned Stark became Lord Paramount of the North after his father and older brothers horrific death, Robert Baratheon was appointed King of the Seven Kingdoms for lack of anyone better, and Cersei Lannister was wed to him in lieu of the dead Lyanna, and as thanks to Tywin whose help was necessary to their victory.

This all took place 15ish years ago, and now we are in the book/show canon. This is where Techno and Philza are dropped.

Yaaaay!

THE SEVEN KINGDOMS:

The North: Lots of forest, and the north is bordered by 'The Wall'. A wall entirely made of ice built back in a more magical age, before the Targaryens even got here, that cuts Westeros off from the Land of always Winter beyond. The reason for the wall being built has been muddled through time, but it's manned by The Nights Watch. The North is ruled by House Stark. House symbol is the direwolf, colors are gray and white. House words are 'Winter is Coming.'

The Westerlands: Ruled by the Lannisters. They operate out of Casterly Rock, as well as Lannisport, and Cersei Lannister is the current Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, married to Robert Baratheon. Tywin Lannister rules currently. Their symbol is a lion, their colors are red and gold, and their motto is 'Hear me Roar', although it is often misconstrued with the commonly known 'A Lannister always pays his debts.' The Lannisters are NOTORIOUSLY rich, as the Westerlands are full of iron, silver, and gold to be mined. They have more wealth than all the other great houses put together.

The Stormlands: Called the Stormlands because of (you guessed it) the STORMS. Ruled by the Baratheons. Since Robert is busy being King, his younger brother Stannis (strict, inherent unlikeable) is ruling the royal island of Dragonstone for him, which leaves their family lands in the rule of their youngest brother, Renly. (Gay, mildly irresponsible, was 9 or so during the rebellion.) House colors are yellow and black, symbol is a Stag. Their words are 'Ours is the Fury', which fits their tempers and fighting prowess.

Dorne: Deserts, mountains, hot. Farthest southern kingdom. Ruled by the Martell's, whose symbol is the sun, and colors are red, gold, and orange. Their words are 'Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken'. Fittingly, because they were the only one of the seven kingdoms to never technically be defeated by the Targaryen dynasty. Call themselves 'Prince' and 'Princess' in the way of their ancestors. Princess Elia Martell was married to Rhaegar Targaryen before he went crazy and ran off with Lyanna Stark, in an attempt to ease tensions between Dorne and the Targaryen dynasty. This did not end well.

The Reach: A very southern Kingdom, verdant, green, insane crop yield. Westeros's bread basket. Ruled by the Tyrells, whose colors are gold and green and symbol is a rose. Their words are 'Growing Strong', and they actually sided with the Targaryen's in the rebellion, but changed sides last minute. Mace Tyrell rules currently, although his mother Lady Olenna is the defacto power behind the man.

The Iron Islands: Ruled by the Greyjoys. Former reaver pirates, symbol is a golden Kraken on black, house words are 'We do not sow'. Think old viking raiders and pillagers, brought to heel by Targaryen rule.

The Riverlands: Ruled by the Tullys. Ned Stark's wife Catelyn is a Tully. Their symbol is a trout, and their colors are red silver and blue. Their words are 'Family, Duty, Honor.'

The Vale of Arryn: Mountainous, treacherous, and unassailable by virtue of the main keep being a loony toons style cartoon castle on top of a goddamn mountain top. Ruled by the Arryn's, whose symbol is a Falcon, and colors are blue and white. Jon Arryn is the current Lord, and also CURRENT Hand of the King. His wife is Lysa Arryn, Catelyn's sister.

That is all for now! I don't want to get too caught up in the weeds with intricacies, and dynamics, and family members, etc. The most relevant parts to the story is the world makeup, and Roberts Rebellion. Let me know if you guys have any questions, and sorry for any inaccuracies, this was all mostly off memory.

[atopvisenyashill]

I saw this reddit post about what if House Velaryon had dragons from the beginning like the Targaryens but they were sea dragons that prefer to be in the ocean than on land and I want to what you would think would happen that was the case. What if the Velaryons had sea dragons as opposed to the flying fire breathing dragons of the Targaryens? How might it effect events like the conquest, the dance and so on? And what do you see certain Velaryon characters naming their sea dragons?

omg omg.

SO FIRST. let me use this as a vehicle for "first men magic" vs "valyrian magic" because one thing i noticed is that first men don't....idk how to describe it but "gatekeep" their magic bloodlines the way valyrians do. all the starks - even the ones who don't "look" like starks - are wargs, for example, and while you would think jon would have the "most" magical ability given his first men and valyrian heritage, it's bran the one with andal and first men heritage that has really embraced his magic. now is this because bran is inherently more powerful than his siblings or simply because he's been in a position to learn and actually wants to learn? is it just like, an accident of birth the way usain bolt is real good at running and michael phelps is real good at swimming or is there some sort of blood element and if so, why has it affected bran but not any of the other starklings so much? but even then, if there is a blood element, how does it even work? is all you need is some first men heritage? it's not like the wildlings practice incest marriages either - craster is considered an abomination by the wildlings as much as the night's watch after all, and we get a comment from ygritte about how the wildlings usually don't marry within their own villages because it's a sort of pseudo incest. it's also not like varamyr, for example, has any sort of Fancy Magical Blood Lineage the way brown ben plumm has distant valyrian lineage. so the question is did the first men simply give/force their warg/weirwood hivemind/dreaming abilities onto any first men around who was interested or did they attempt to gatekeep it but couldn't manage it? i actually do think it's likely we'll get some clarity there through bran and i also imagine it's going to be a wild, kind of evil answer that none of us can possibly predict lol BUT that leads me into my second point which is...

you do gotta wonder how that magic works when it comes to the velaryons - we have to assume they did some level of gatekeeping because they're valyrians and that's literally all valyria fuckking DID was go "magic and power for me but not for thee" but how much?

is there a specific threshold of valyrian magic that makes it easier to claim a sea snake? or is it more similar to the first men, where just being part of that culture is enough?

what does "part of that culture" even entail - i mean can a random ass celtigar also ride a sea snake because they have distant valyrian heritage or do you have to have VELARYON SPECIFIC blood?

are they big on brother sister marriages?

if you can claim a sea dragon, can you Also claim a dragon, as in, if you are capable of doing one can you do the other or are they exclusive to your bloodline?

how many sea serpents are there and do they shift gender like the fire dragons do?

which one is seen as more powerful? that’s going to massively affect how everyone sees the velaryons too. like….how do you even handle having not just Two Magical Families but they have completely different magical things? Do the Targaryens become less special? or are the velaryons elevated?

how does that affect the crown?? i mean, would aegon want one of his sisters to claim a sea snake, even?? could they, with their velaryon mother??

WHAT WOULD HAPPEN AFTER THE LAST DRAGON DIES. if the velaryons still have sea snakes………..or if the sea snakes die at the same time as the dragons, whomst is the last sea snake rider?

how does THAT affect the dragonseeds?

if we go with "anyone can claim a dragon you just need patience and courage" can anyone also claim a sea snake and if so, WE HAVE SEVERAL SEA FARING CULTURES AND SUBCULTURES HANGING AROUND HERE!!!

when it comes to like…..battle and stuff. first of all, the iron islands? fucked lmao, at least for a while. sea serpents could in general do some real damage in the coastal cities like white harbor, lannisport, oldtown, etc. i would imagine daemon & corlys would be using them extensively in the stepstones. the greyjoys but especially the modern day ones like euron victarion balon fuck even asha would absolutely want to get their hands on an egg or whatever to have their own. There is the question of Laena, Laenor, and Rhaenyra’s boys - if you don’t really need to be a Velaryon to claim a sea snake, what if Jace or Luke just pull an Addam and claim one to legitimize themselves? That would affect who is delivering messages - i mean, as a rider of a sea snake, are you safe to ride during too fucked up of a storm? Would they send Baela on Moondancer instead? - and how they go about planning to fight, like in the gullet for example. Then there’s Rhaenys’ kids. Does Corlys want them to claim dragons still or does he encourage one to get a sea snake? what’s ALYN doing omg. i think the greens would try harder to get the silent five over to there side Quickly because it would give them access to sea snakes, perhaps prioritizing them over the triarchy.

this is like “what if the starks knew and told everyone they were wargs the whole time” because like, idk, you’d think some sort of magical rivalry might pop up there, and there Is a sort of magical rivalry already building with the various visions and name drops of enemies from euron, bloodraven, and meli, so is there a magical rivalry between the velaryons and targaryens? and we know the naming conventions for dragons is different and also varries by family so does that mean there's a weird naming convention for the sea serpents? whew. Anyways names-

alyssa v: she’d go descriptive for sure, and it would be a forever iconic name like dreamfyre’s is. rainclaw. crystalsnout. idk.

corlys: a valyrian root for sure. vaedar means coin and he dreamed of being rich, made a plan, and fuckin won so. vaedax? what if he just called his sea snake vaegal before jaehaerys could name his kid vaegon. lol.

laena: i think if sea snakes live a long time, she’d go for a fully grown one that someone else rode, so it’s likely to have a valyrian name, likely of a god’s. i think something based on “korzion” which means steel, maybe? i can see daemon v or rhaenys/visenya on a sea snake named korzeys or korzax.

alyn: he canonically loves to name things after his mom. the valyrian word for mouse is genes so…genax? marildon sounds too much like a real person name.

laenor & addam: seasmoke also works for a sea dragon & idk it’s cute and gay, it fits them. jacaerys: i think he chooses “vermax” because of the similarity to “vermithor” as in they have the same word root. so sea snake version of whatever verm is. vermys.vaermon. i think jacaerys would still claim a dragon tho, bc he’s his mother’s heir (tm). lucerys: obviously arrax is valyrian but i’m not sure what the root here is. it might be hunter? i was thinking of a water equivalent, swim, dive, stroke, stalk, but that’s not in the valyrian dictionary someone page djp. he gets a sea snake for sure. joffrey: no idea what the root of tyraxes is, the closest i could find was tresy which means son (which. 😔). taerlys. oo actually that’s nice.

daenaera: something descriptive, in line with names like sunfyre, grey ghost, etc., something like…pearlwaters? moonglow?

aurane waters: he is scamming some poor sucker out of their sea snake eggs, he’s getting the two prettiest for him and montereys, and his gets a pretty name. coralfyre. montereys: aurane is picking a valyrian name for his lil baby bestie, it’s what the kid deserves. embar means sea so…emberlion? embraxes?

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FE Twitter has been sharing their Hot Takes regarding all the possible paired endings in Radiant Dawn, so I thought I’d do that, too. I’ll go top to bottom, left to right, and rank each pairing out of 5.

Micaiah/Sothe: 4.5/5

Controversial opinion, but I like this pairing! I know it’s Problematic™️ because of the pseudo-incest, but as far as I’m concerned, this pairing is downright tame according to Fire Emblem standards. Plus I just like their interactions. I like that Sothe is like the only person that Micaiah gets all snarky with. I like that Micaiah gets so irrationally jealous over Sothe interacting with or mentioning anyone who isn’t her. Usually Micaiah is just the picture perfect heroine: virtuous, soft-spoken, self-sacrificial, compassionate. But with Sothe, Micaiah allows herself to be jealous and petty, and I love that.

Ike/Ranulf: 4.5/5

Wonderful pairing! Honestly, I only deducted points because, if you choose to go for the Ike/Ranulf paired ending, it locks the player out of some really cool content in the final chapters. I really wish Ike was allowed to have both paired endings. As much as I love Ike/Soren, I also adore how fun and flirtatious Ike and Ranulf’s interactions can be. Ike is usually such a serious person, but Ranulf helps to bring out Ike’s sense of humor, showing us a side of Ike we don’t see otherwise. The chemistry between the two of them is so good.

Ike/Soren: 5/5

The OTP. Perfection in every way. Some people complain that they’re too co-dependent, but damn, isn’t that the appeal? They’re literally the definition of soulmates. And it’s not one-sided, Ike needs Soren as much as Soren needs Ike. They’re a powerful duo, sharing similar values while also complementing one another. Ike is action-oriented and thinks of the big picture, forever striving towards what he wants to achieve. Soren is detail-oriented, and carefully considers every option. The trust between them is so strong. And even then, their relationship isn’t perfect. The arc they go through together, especially in PoR, is so bittersweet. Grief, past trauma, and new revelations put a strain on their friendship, causing Soren to become distant, and Ike frequently mentions it to anyone who will listen. In fact, if you don’t do all three Ike/Soren support conversations, then that plot thread just seemingly resolves itself off-screen, which I have always found funny. Even the game wants you to pair them together.

Jill/Haar: 0/5

The worst paired ending in Tellius. Haar is like twice her age and also long-time friends with Jill’s dad. Haar probably knew Jill when she was in diapers. Moving on…

Astrid/Makalov: 0.5/5

If their paired ending didn’t explicitly state that Makalov never changed his ways, then this pairing might not be so bad. I can sort of understand the appeal of a couple where one person is hated by everyone and the other is the one person who believes in them, but… as it is, it just serves to paint Astrid as a moron for consistently putting up with Makalov’s crap.

Leanne/Naesala: 4.5/5

Very cute pairing! I love that they were childhood friends, and I love that Naesala has a soft spot for her. I love that Leanne is the only person who can see how much Naesala is suffering. And I love that, for all her sweet and naive nature, Leanne has a weakness for bad boys. It’s not too surprising, once you translate all her dialogue. Leanne can be very sassy! Reyson isn’t the only royal heron with a rebellious streak. Just a great pairing all around.

Mist/Boyd: 5/5

I’ll admit, I am a big fan of this pairing. I just love the three brothers, and their role in the Greil Mercs, and that includes the unique dynamic between Mist and Boyd! It’s established from the first chapter of PoR that Boyd’s love language is dunking on people. He’s the perfect encapsulation of 2000’s teens, just constantly trying to bond with people through sick burns. It’s a good thing that Boyd is surrounded by people who are excellent at throwing shade right back at him. But no one is as good at it as Mist. Mist dunks on Boyd like she’s getting paid to do it. Their constant back-and-forth is so fun. And yet, even with all their bickering, it’s still made clear that Boyd and Mist care a lot about one another. I love them so much.

Elincia/Geoffrey: 3.5/5

I honestly don’t have strong feelings about this pairing, but it is perfectly wholesome and cute. I like that Geoffrey is normally pretty calm and capable, but he becomes a worrywart when it comes to Elincia’s safety. He does have some good malewife potential, ngl. And so yeah, Geoffrey is kinda boring, but he makes Elincia happy, and Elincia deserves to be happy.

Lucia/Bastian: 1.5/5

Now, I do like that their relationship isn’t explicitly romantic. Their paired ending specifically mentions Lucia having a continuous “affair” with Bastian, which suggests a more friends with benefits situation. However, I’m still not a fan, especially with the way their dynamic in-game seems to be Bastian just trying to wear Lucia down like a self-proclaimed nice guy who complains about being friendzoned. I mean, he’s more classy about it, but still. Lucia deserves better.

So yeah! That’s my final ranking on every paired ending in Radiant Dawn. To end this post, I’m just gonna list some ships that I think should have gotten a paired ending:

Tibarn/Reyson

Nailah/Rafiel

Oscar/Kieran

Sigrun/Tanith

Micaiah/Pelleas

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