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hiskillingjar · 8 months ago

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pretty rave girl

Relationship: Ren Hana/MC Rating: Explicit Includes: Dubious Consent, Coerced Consent, Date Rape, Drugging, Intoxication, Hypnotism (sort of), Anime Conventions Length: 6200+ words

an rehash and extension of my hypnotism kinktober fic, very kindly requested by @frawgsie! thank you so much for your support <3

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Part One

"Can I get a Monster, please?"

"Original, Ultra White, or-"

"Pipeline Punch, obviously!” You said with an exaggerated ‘ugh!’, flicking the plastic fibres of your wig out of your eyes, heavily made up and caked in pink glitter. “Is there any other?"

The girl behind the bar rolled her eyes, probably wishing she was also partying in the ball room instead of serving you. She turned away, fetching a tall pink can from the set of fridges behind her, readily stocked for the messy nerds the hotel was reluctantly hosting over the convention weekend.

"You're such a bitch."

Ren giggled, a little tipsy in his own right, as he pressed to your side, lolling and lazing against your shoulder. His chest hit your sweaty back, skin sticking to the thin material of his shirt, and his tail swayed cool air against your thighs as it wagged.

"She was just asking you a question. No need to bite her head off."

"Come on, it's a dumb question!” You said, eyes flitting towards him as the girl cracked open the can and slid it towards you (lest you try and sneak anything closed into the ballroom). “How can you look at me,” You gestured downwards at the tacky Chibi Moon cosplay you were wearing, thigh highs, a short skirt and a bikini sporting a comically large bow between the cups. “And think I'll ask for anything but Pipeline Punch?"

"You have no taste.” He continued to giggle, snaking his arms around your waist and nuzzling into the fibres of your pink pigtails.“Ultra White is peak."

"Maybe if you have an eating disorder," You rolled your eyes, paying the exorbitant five dollars for the can with a tap of your phone. "Something you wanna tell me, Ren?~"

“Shut up,” He rebuked with an irked huff, a small growl escaping his throat as he squeezed you around the waist, pressing you flush against the line of his slender body and nipping at your pierced earlobe, a quasi-punishment for being ‘such a bitch’. “And drink your Monster, before you piss me off.”

"Mm, not so close,” You complained with a lip-gloss lacquered pout, taking a long initial sip from the can and smacking your lips. “It's so hot in there. I swear, I can feel sweat dripping down my crack-"

“Well, let’s stop wasting time already,” He cut you off with an exaggerated sigh, taking your free hand and dragging you towards the double doors of the hotel ballroom. “I don’t wanna miss anything good!”

"Okay, okay!" You laughed in spite of yourself, taking another swig from your can, the fruity chemicals bubbling over your tongue and satisfying your thirst, before you thrust it towards him. "Can you hold this for a second? I need to adjust my bra."

"Oh, so you're calling those two triangles a bra now?" He said with a good-natured eye roll, as you turned around and adjusted the strings of your bikini top, tightening them slightly and breathing in as they cut into the soft flesh of your chest, pushing your breasts together (and making them look fucking awesome, thank you very much). “You’re so high maintenance, I swear.”

"Now who's the bitch!" You said with an exaggerated gasp before grinning, leaning in to kiss his cheek (leaving behind a pink lip gloss print) and take your can back. "Thank youuuu~"

"Pff," He rolled his eyes again, though he couldn’t hold back a dumb smile, his hand reaching for yours once more as he pulled you back inside the crowded ballroom, the pounding music instantly loud and throbbing through every inch of your body as soon as you stepped inside, like you could feel it in your bones. "You're such a tease, y'know that?"

"I don't think you can call me a tease when you're gonna get laid at the end of the night." You commented with a cattish smirk, following behind him obediently.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, you slut~" Ren said with a mischievous smirk, his ears tilting forward with a shake of his head.

He led you through the sea of dancing people and closer towards the front of the ballroom, where a DJ (donned with a neon green furry wolf head that you guessed was probably drenched in sweat) was spinning the tracks for the night, all while a matching set of monitors were projecting visuals for the set; sped-up anime openings, well-cropped hentai and constant, flashing lights.

It made the rave's energy feel much more manic, and you loved it.

You were grinning like an idiot by the time the two of you got to the front, squeezed tight between the other dancers (some couples, some groups, some going solo), soaking up the atmosphere like a sponge, and your body was already moving in time with the music, your hips swaying, your chest bouncing and your shoulders bobbing up and down.

Ren turned to look at you, his amber eyes lecherously raking over your body from top to bottom, admiring the cheap cosplay that barely covered you, a clear lust behind his gaze.

Not like you minded. You knew you were hot, and his validation just made you feel hotter.

"God, you look good tonight," He said loudly over the music, matching your dance moves the best he could (without a bouncing chest).

You somehow smiled even more and stroked down the length of your pigtails, before tossing them over your shoulder, your eyes half-lidded and a seductive pout on your lips.

"How good do I look, hm?" You crooned, pressing closer to him so he could hear you.

"Good enough for me to want to fuck you on the dance floor." He admitted with a brazen, fanged grin, closing the space between the two of you, his hot body pressed against yours, making it all too easy for him to roll his hips against your own, in time with the pounding bassline.

You could feel how hard he was through his jeans.

Already. You had barely done a thing and you were already driving him crazy.

He was so fucking easy.

"You're such a nerd," You laughed, but you didn't stop yourself from pressing against him too, the back of your skirt riding up high as he slotted his groin against your backside, his hands bracketing your full hips and holding on tightly. "Seriously? I just gotta dress like an anime girl to get you going?"

"What can I say?" He hummed airily, his hands wandering up and down your thighs and groping your ass through the thin fabric of the cosplay. “I’m very weak against a very specific type of girl. It’s not my fault you fit it perfectly.”

You bit your lip to hide another big, dumb smile, feeling his hand slide higher up your skirt and toy with the elastic hem of your bicycle shorts (you had to retain some modesty, after all), like he was threatening to pull them down, and really fuck you, right there on the dancefloor, in front of everyone.

The very idea of that made you feel lightheaded.

Or was it something else?

"Fuck, it's so hot in here," You breathed out and stood up straight after the song finished, feeling a bead of sweat run down your inner thighs and make the spandex shorts start to chafe painfully against your skin. You sighed and took another swig of Monster, before pushing your wrist against your forehead, wiping up more sweat with a grimace. “I think I might actually have to go outside, it’s a little too much.”

Instead of pulling you out of the ballroom to get some air (which you wouldn’t have expected from him anyway), Ren reached around and grabbed your wrist, tight, before guiding your hand upwards, the cool metal of the Monster can pressed back against your gasping lips.

"You don’t need to do that. Just finish your drink, baby," He ordered softly (in a tone you knew you couldn’t argue with), hooking his chin over your shoulder and tracing his soft lips over your ear, whispering sweet words under the pounding music. "It'll help you cool down, won’t it?"

"Mmf-!"

You spluttered in muffled (if slightly coerced) agreement as the drink hit your lips again and filled your mouth, the overwhelming sweetness making your brain pound (an after-effect of the caffeine and nothing else, surely, you had barely drank anything that night), more than the music had, more than the flashing lights and swirling colours had.

Sticky pink fluid ran down your chin as he poured more down your throat, too fast for you to swallow, and trickled over your chest, soaking into the costume.

When you glanced down (as much as you could, as much as he let you), you saw your nipples (gradually hardening to firm little buds) slowly becoming visible under the wet fabric, dusky pink beneath the soaked, white polyester, and it made something inside you throb painfully.

"Oh, look at you," Ren tutted condescendingly as he looked down at your body, keening forward so his tongue could run over the side of your chin to collect the droplets of sticky Monster. His eyes were smouldering as his free hand then pulled your hips against his once more, pushing your skirt up completely. "Such a mess. You just always need me to take care of you, don’t you?"

Hhhhh…"

You breathed out unsteadily through your nose, heavy eyes blinking slowly (dumbly), as he poured another mouthful of energy drink down your throat, your head spinning even more.

The crowd of bodies around you were packed in so tight, the small ballroom hot and humid (stinking of weeaboo sweat and fruity-scented vape smoke), and filled to the brim with the manic energy of a thousand nerds on their first night out, hopped up on Monster Energy and vodka, listening to nightcore remixes of their favourite anime.

It was an infectious energy that made your heavy head pound even more.

And you didn't know if it was the caffeine and the sugar from the drink, or if it was the pounding music and flashing lights, or if it was something else entirely making you feel so...strange all of a sudden, but you knew you liked it, whatever it was.

"Oh, fuck,"

You breathed out as a new song started playing, speakers practically throbbing with droning sirens, drawled vocals and pounding bass. This was all while the twin monitors played sensorily overwhelming visuals, flashing lights, swirling spirals (pink and purple, blurred text overlaying it), half-naked anime girls and candy-sweet gore, fake blood tinged almost pink and making your mouth water.

"This song is...really fucking good..."

"Oh yeah?" Ren chuckled, watching the way your chest heaved as he pulled the pink can away from your lips, the sugar-sweet liquid staining your chin and pooling in the valley of your heaving breasts, almost glistening against your pale skin under the harsh lights of the room. "Maybe you should...pay attention to it, hm? If it's that good~"

You barely managed to slur a meek "okay" as he pressed his free hand between your shoulder blades, suddenly forcing your chest forward and bending your body in two, before pressing his hips squarely against your backside. His hand then curled into your ‘hair’ (the shitty wig, sliding atop your head and showing off some of your real hair) and pushed your head forward, so your eyes would focus on nothing but the flashing lights and visuals on screen, and he could keep you still and stimulated.

"That's a good girl," He said as the lower half of your body moved to the beat of the music, swaying and jerking against his crotch. "Just focus on the beat. That’s it."

Your hazy eyes locked forward, almost (entirely) involuntarily (though maybe there was something a little hot about that), widening slightly as the lights sped up to match the sped-up beats-per-minute, black and white imprinted on your lids and blurring your vision.

The rest of the clubgoers blurred, too, into a muddy and abject sea of multicoloured wigs, cheap AliExpress cosplay and fursuits.

None of them mattered. Nobody mattered here.

All that mattered were those monitors, now showing censored hentai and those overlays of pink and purple spirals, making your heart pound and your brain throb in your skull.

What little brain you still had.

Ren pressed closer to you, arching his body over your bent back, the solid weight of his body an anchor against the increasingly dizzying effect of the music and the lights.

“Y’know, you really do look good tonight, baby…”

"Heh," You laughed, breathing out unsteadily as you tried to stand up straight again. He kept you still with the hand in your hair, claws threateningly digging into your scalp (if you got any blood on this wig, you’d kill him). "Hehehe…mm…” Your hair lolled forward even more. “My head feels funny, Ren~"

Your voice was soft, sweet, almost simpering, nowhere close to the ‘bitchy tone’ he occasionally took issue with.

“Oh yeah?” He asked, a hidden smirk playing on his lips as he took in your dazed expression and the needy look in your eyes, pulling your hips closer to his crotch, so you could feel the stirrings of his arousal against the ‘gusset’ of your bike shorts. "That's reeeeally interesting, sweetheart..."

"Hhhhehehe, did you druuug me?" You laughed again as he pushed you forward, the small if persisting amount of fear barely audible in your voice over the pounding music.

"Now, why would I do something like that, hm?" He asked, his tone almost innocent, the cock to his head and the smirk on his voice audible through his facade of guiltlessness.

"I...don't know," You breathed out, licking your lips again to quell your nervousness and tasting the overwhelming sweetness of the Monster and the aftertaste of something…chalky. "I just feel so hot...and...hahhh...l-like I can’t even keep my head up. Heh," A shaky smile came to your face as you panted a little more. “I think you put something in my drink…”

"Aw, I don’t think so, baby. I think you might just be overheating…don’t you?" He asked with feigned sympathy and ignorance at your accusation, his hands then wandering across the planes of your body, the tips of his fingers trailing over the sweat-sticky bare skin of your back, your hips, your thighs. "Oh, you really do feel hot! Ah, I thought you were exaggerating! You poor thing."

"Hhhh,"

You wheezed uselessly as he pulled your shoulders upwards and trotted to your front, a little dribble of pink-tinged spittle running down your sticky chin. The music felt like it was only getting louder, though, despite him pushing you back, away from the heaving crowds of people (who were only getting more excited) and towards the corner of the ballroom.

Ren just chuckled at the sight of you, as you pressed your back against the cool metal wall of the ballroom, sliding downwards slightly, barely able to keep yourself upright.

"God, you're pathetic," He laughed in your ear as his chest pressed against yours, your face flushed from the heat and the drugged drink, your lax body swaying to beats and lights, even when you were pinned to the wall. "You look so out of it, baby."

"Heh heh," You giggled brainlessly, trying to shut your mouth. You couldn’t stop drooling. "I...y-yeah...I guess I am."

"Yeahhhh, you're just a mess, aren’t you?" He continued to tease cruelly, his hands roaming your sides, your hips, again, thumbs hooking over the waistband of your bike shorts, threatening to pull them down completely. "But you love it, don't you? Feeling all brainless and all dizzy and needy. I bet you’re addicted to it, like you’re addicted to those fucking energy drinks~"

You couldn't say anything, your brain was only able to focus on those fucking flashing lights and the fucking pounding music, and how fucking good it was making you feel.

You had a sense that it wasn’t just sweat and Monster making you feel so wet.

"You're such a good girl, baby," He then said, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck, his tongue running down to your exposed collar, tasting salt and sweet on your skin as his lips reached the sticky valley of Monster between your breasts. "And good girls get rewards, don't they?” He pulled back and eyed you with a fanged smile. “You want a reward, don't you, baby?"

"Mm," You moaned mindlessly, nodding in time with the music.

"Good girl, asking for what you want," He growled in satisfaction, his tongue tracing back up the side of your neck and to your ear as he pulled you closer. "I think you're going to enjoy it, too~"

Your hazy mind didn't catch his hand going into the pocket of his jeans (he hadn’t even dressed up, not like you had, you always made such a fucking effort to impress him), but you knew immediately what he had done when you felt a familiar device buzz to life inside your panties.

"OH!"

You had forgotten about the bullet when you got dressed that morning.

Have you been walking around with a sex toy in your underwear all day, even when you were at the convention?

The idea of it made your cunt twinge a little.

Well, a little more.

"Mmm," Ren hummed happily, the vibrations rocking through your body to the beat of the music (it must have had a special sensor built-in or something, how much had this cost him?), just making your brain slur even more as the bass pounded on and on. "You are a naughty girl, aren’t you? Letting me do something like this to you in public?"

"I-I didn't...ohhhh~" You moaned helplessly, tipping your head back against the wall as your thighs clenched together tightly, trying to contain all the pleasure within yourself.

Your eyes stayed open, though, half-lidded and staring ahead at those pink graphics.

"But you don't hate it, do you?" He asked, nipping at your ear, tugging at the hoop through it and pressing his fingers against the front of your shorts, forcing the small device a little harder against you, right where it needed to be. "It feels good, doesn't it? And you look so hot like this, baby, all needy and mindless. Everyone here is going to know you're my girl and be so jealous."

Of course, you didn’t hate this.

Your full lips were slack and drooling a sticky mix of spit and energy drink down your chin and making your nipples show through your shitty costume. Your eyes were locked ahead, practically pinned in place, and your entire body was positively thrumming with pleasure, both from the vibrator in your panties and the enthralling trance you’d be put under, both only made worse by a sped-up and bass-boosted version of the Ouran High School Host Club theme song.

How could you possibly hate even a moment of this?

Hate wasn't an option you could choose, anymore.

Just gleeful happiness.

"That's what I thought," Ren praised your non-answer with a triumphant smile, his lips trailing back to the crook of your neck and sucking at the skin, leaving a small mark (which you barely reacted to, you were so gone) before his voice dropped even lower in your ear. "And you're going to stay like this for me, all needy and pretty, all night, until everyone here can see just how filthy my baby is for me, aren't you?"

"Yessss," You drawled out with another mindless moan, the vibrator in your panties building in intensity as the droning bridge dropped and the bass began to pound. "God, yes..."

"Suuuuch a good girl," He whispered, his fangs finding the edge of your ear and biting down hungrily, his chest rising and falling against your front in time with the beat. Maybe this was exciting him as much as it was exciting you. "I want you to look at the stage, baby. I want you to watch what's on the screen for me."

You hadn’t looked away all this time, but found all the more reason not to when he was ordering you around like this.

"You don't need anything, do you, baby? You don't need to think or worry about anything, hm?" He murmured, his soft voice somehow permeating each rise and fall of the music. "All you need is to focus on is how good the music feels, how good I make you feel, and how desperately you want more…”

"Y-Yeah," You murmured softly, your hazy eyes half-lidded again as your lips went slack with another desperate wheeze of breath. "Hhhh..."

“And only good girls get to feel like this, don’t they?" He then asked, somehow turning up the bullet another notch and listening to you moan, pink spirals reflected in your glassy, doll-like eyes. “Only good girls get to feel this happy and free.”

"I'm a good girl," You smiled brainlessly, your head tilting back. "Ngh, I’m a good girl..."

"That's right," He whispered with a proud smile, nuzzling against you, the soft whisps of his hair and fur of his ears damp with sweat. "You're my good girl. Soooo, you're going to keep dancing for me, all mindless and dumb, so that everyone here knows you’re mine, and there’s nothing they can do about it. Sound good?”

"Uh huh~"

“So pathetic. Hmm, no wonder I like you so much~”

Part Two

"Thank you so much for your help!"

The elevator doors slid open with a low ‘ding’.

You looked up in silent alarm with an exhausted murmur, drunken and dazed and still drooling down your front, your gaze switching from one arm, which Ren had thrown over his shoulder, and the other, where a random guy (in a pretty decent Leon Kennedy cosplay) was supporting you, helping the younger man carry your slack body back up to your hotel room.

He couldn’t have done it himself, after all.

"Are you sure there isn't anything else I can do to help?” He asked, scraping the fibres of his blonde wig from his eyes. “She looks pretty out of it, man."

"Yeah, totally,” Ren smiled, his tail wagging behind you as he held onto you a little tighter, his other arm slung around your waist, protectively, possessively holding you against his smaller body, like the good boyfriend he was trying to be. “She's just a little drunk after the rave, is all. She’ll be totally fine after I’ve gotten her to lie down. Isn’t that right, sweetie?"

He squeezed your hip hard, making you groan and lean into him a little more, playing the perfect role of a drunken girlfriend (reacting to his squeezes like a toy would).

"You know how it is,” He added with an appreciative smile towards the stranger. “Her first con, getting excited and all..."

"Oh yeah, for sure.” ‘Leon’ nodded empathetically, following Ren as they both dragged you down the hall and towards your room. “My boyfriend is the same, totally..."

After a few more moments of polite chatter and you stumbling along with them, (the vibrator thankfully at rest in your panties, you wouldn’t have been able to walk if it was still going like it was), Ren reluctantly let go of your waist for a second to retrieve the room’s key card from his jean pocket.

"This is us!” He said, producing the card and holding you tighter. “Thanks again for your help."

"For sure.” ‘Leon’ smiled as Ren tapped the key to the door and opened it up, helping you through the door frame with a sheepishness in his posture (possibly cluing into the dynamic between the two of you, who knew). “Um, have a good rest of your night. And, uh,” He smiled again, a little awkwardly, and gestured to the space above his head. “Love your ears by the way. Super realistic!"

Ren’s tail swayed a little more as he waved the guy off happily.

"You too! Enjoy the rave!"

‘Leon’ left you to it and Ren waited patiently until he had walked down the corridor, back to the elevator, before he shut the door behind the two of you. He took your shoulder in hand and jerked you towards the hotel’s bed with an authoritative kind of promptness, like he couldn’t wait to do…whatever he had planned next.

"Makes you feel good, doesn't it?” He asked, his voice airy and casual, as you slumped on the edge of the bed with a tired moan. “Someone helping like that. People are so nice."

"Mmh..." You nodded lazily in agreement, trying to keep your head up.

Ren just chuckled watching you try to stay alert (stay guarded from whatever he had planned) and started to pace around the room, his arms crossed as he assessed the bags and boxes of figures, plushies, art prints, and…well, whatever else you saw in the convention centre that attracted your attention.

You had so little of your own. Could you be blamed for going a little ham with this stuff?

"You really spent a lot of my money, didn't you, sweetie?” He asked, placing his hands on his hips and shaking his head, as if he was scolding you for something. “I think you brought half the artist alley back up here! Mm, that's okay, though.” He smiled, a subdued sort of cruelty touching his eyes and making you shiver, his tail continuing to sway. “I have a sense that you're gonna make it up to me."

“Ren,” You murmured softly as he approached you, placing a hand on your shoulder and giving you a swift shove backwards, your back hitting the overstuffed mattress and stained blankets with a quiet ‘oof’. “I-I don’t feel so good…can we take it slow tonight? Please?”

“I don’t think so,” Ren crooned lowly with an indulgent smirk, moving his knee between your legs and pushing them apart, your skirt having completely ridden up and your bike shorts concealing next to nothing."God, this outfit really is hot.” He said, leaning over you then, his hands bracketing your full hips. “I'm sorry my costume didn't come in time, we would have looked so cool matching tonight…"

"What did you give me?" You slurred, letting out an unsteady breath as he reached up your skirt and pulled down your shorts, past your thigh highs and boots, and tossed them to the side. “Ren, seriously…hh, my head is fucking killing me…”

“Hm?” He looked up, his ears moving forward in alarm, before he tilted his head to the side thoughtfully. "What’s that? Are you coming down, baby?” He grinned at your sudden discomfort, exposing wet fangs and eyes gleaming with malice. “Aw, don't worry, I have some more where that came from."

“More of what?” You asked, making an attempt to sit up on the bed.

He ignored your question and quickly stepped away from you then, pacing back across the hotel room to fetch another tall can of Monster from the television stand (adorned with make-up products and discarded underwear from the previous night).

"See, it’s even in your favourite flavour~" Ren teased with another grin, cracking open the can and kneeling back on the bed, looming over you, as he shoved you back down. “Open wide!”

“MMH-!”

He poured out the first spill of Monster liberally, covering your flushed face and heaving chest with the sticky, carbonated liquid all over again, and making the blankets beneath your slack body sodden and very cold.

"You really are addicted to this stuff, aren’t you? I should just keep you fed on this…” He mused with a dirty, little titter, before reaching forward and taking your cheeks in hand, squeezing them together and forcing your mouth open in a demeaning pout. “I could just pour it into a dog bowl and leave it out for you all day.”

He poured out another spill of it, and you had to open your mouth wide (as much as you could in his grip) to catch the majority of it, lest you be covered in even more.

“Wffh,” You breathed out a spray of the sticky fluid, covering your chin as you tried to shake your head out of his grip. “What did you give me…hhh…”

He sat himself down on your thighs then, balancing the can on your heaving chest, nestled between your sticky breasts, dusky nipples hard from the cold fluid and pressed, pornographically tight, against your bikini top.

"It's kind of funny that you're so clueless about it, you know.” He said, reaching to his back pocket and producing a plastic baggie of white powder. “Didn't you ever get a DARE class about date rape drugs, when you were still in school?” He drew his words deliberately slow as he opened the baggie, carefully pouring a small amount of the powder into the can, making it fizz and overflow across your stomach.

He tilted his head condescendingly as he tucked the baggie away, and took hold of your face again, claws digging into your sticky skin.

"Or did you get one, and you were too much of a dumb idiot to pay attention to it, hm?"

You swallowed another mouthful of energy drink as it poured onto your face again, the chalky aftertaste familiar from when he had drugged you before, back at the rave.

Ketamine.

Fuck, you always had bad reactions to ketamine.

"I mean, I know they call them date rape drugs and all. But..." Ren shrugged as he poured another mouthful of the tainted Monster into your mouth, not caring when you spluttered and choked on it. "I think that sort of suggests that you're not desperate for it. When I know you totally are!"

He licked his lips hungrily, watching as you sucked in a hard breath, just trying to breathe while you were waterboarded with fucking Monster Energy.

"Maybe they should just call them 'date' drugs, hm? Cus they make you all...loose and ready for it, right?"

He set the half-finished can on the bedside table and pushed himself back, completely between your legs, before pressing the persisting bulge in his jeans (little pervert that he was, you wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d been hard all this time) against the front of your panties, seeing just how wet you had gotten from his teasing back at the rave.

"Rennn..." You whined needily through a wet splutter of energy drink, raising your hips with shaky calves to meet his needy thrusts. “Gh, please-”

"Shhh, I'm right here, baby." He cooed, pulling himself back enough so he could pull the sides of your panties down your legs and enjoy you bare and vulnerable underneath him. "Mm, look at you, all wet and needy for me.” He murmured with another indulgent smirk. “Well, I guess I have an advantage in that sense, don't I?"

"NHH!"

The bullet inside of you (because it had been pushed against enough to slide in there) buzzed to life again.

When had he even gotten his phone out?

You whined loudly the second it started buzzing again, breathing hard as you squeezed your eyes shut, hips tilting upwards just trying to find even more of the sinful vibrations.

"I reeeally thought you were gonna cum down there, you know. When we were in the rave.” Ren smirked, sitting up on his knees and unbuckling his belt with dextrous hands. “Or in the elevator, in front of that strange guy.” He then reached down to unzip and unbutton his jeans, shifting forward again to rub against your buzzing opening again, his tail wagging as the vibrations clearly had an effect on him too. “Heh, I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

“Mmm…ah,” You breathed out, shivering with pleasure as his hand slid up your (sticky) stomach and to your damp bikini top, teasing your nipple through the wet fabric.

"Like how you like showing off in your slutty, little bikini.” He breathed out with a little chuckle. “I'm not mad…mmh," He shifted down his boxers then, pushing your thighs open even more and giving himself a bigger space to slot his cock into. "The exact opposite, actually. It's really, reeeally hot how much you enjoy being a huge slut. Most girls don't have your sense, you know~"

You took in another sharp inhale when you felt the head of his cock rub against your cunt, teasing, threatening you with more.

"Nhhh…” You squeezed your eyes shut, your arms laying slack at your side as the drug pulsed through your veins again, just making your head spin even more. “No, no…”

“Don’t say no to me, baby. I know you don’t really mean it, after all.” He chided lightly, the claws of his free hand digging into your thigh as he tried to push himself closer, push himself inside of you. "You know, I don't think girls like you can even get raped,” He added with another airy, aroused titter. “Mm, at least not by guys like me."

"AH!" You gasped, your eyes shooting wide and your head absolutely swimming with drugged lust as he pushed deeper into you, the length of his hard cock filling you up completely and the initial swellings of his knot pressed against your slit, wet and open and hungry. “Oh, fuck, Ren-!”

"God, you're so wet, already,” He breathed out, shoving himself closer towards you, building up an initial momentum of pounding thrusts as his chest heaved in time with each of your whines and whimpers. “I barely have any friction at all. I can just..."

You grit your teeth, eyes squeezing shut again as he pushed deeper inside of you.

"Slide in, knot first.” He grinned, half delirious with his own pleasure, a string of drool clinging to his wet teeth and dripping across your chest, breasts bouncing each time he thrust deeper inside of you, looking all the more pornographic and ridiculous. “Haha, I bet you won't even be able to cling onto my knot like this, you know. You're just so wound up and wet~"

He slapped your hip sharply, seeking some kind of physical reaction, and making you shriek and tighten up around him.

Or, well, attempt to tighten up.

You were sort of too far gone to try doing that now.

"Fuck, why is even that getting me hot?” He breathed out, his heavy body sinking down against yours to pin you against the bed, rutting harder against you, each wet slap of flesh against flesh pushing you that much closer to your limit (whatever that limit was, you weren’t so sure anymore). “You really bring out the worst in me, baby."

“Ohhh,” You moaned loudly, unable to hold anything back with so many drugs in your system, the concoction of caffeine and ketamine (and a little booze) making you feel that much more disorientated and totally out of it. “Ren, Ren, Ren!”

“I’m right here, shhh, I’m here just for you,” He murmured, nestling close to you, his sharp cannibal teeth against your sticky neck and his tongue drawing wet lines up your skin. “I mean, hah,” He breathed hard, scenting you, intimate and sweet, contradicting his harsher actions. “I was already pretty bad. But ohhh, you just make me want to be even worse…mm,”

You felt the cold press of his teeth against your neck, and your pelvis tightened even more.

“But I don’t need to be.” Ren pulled back from the bite, smoothing his tongue over the sore flesh (as if he was apologising for it, something he would never do with words alone) as his hips drived harder and faster against yours, pushing you into a state of quasi delirium that felt just so good. “You’re just suuuuch a gooood girl, so I don’t need to force you to do anything at all, do I? …mmmh~”

“Hah-hah-hah,” You breathed out, wrapping an arm around his neck as you felt his touch descend to the soft folds of your pelvis, trying to push you open and give himself enough space to work his knot into. “T-Too much, ngh-!”

“See, you’re saying that…” He breathed out with an unsteady exhale, pulling back enough to look you in the eye, a broad, dirty grin on his face as his thrusting resumed, never pausing for even a second of respite. “But I’m hearing that I should do more. You just like to challenge me so much, don’t you?”

You suddenly cried out as he pressed into you completely, working his knot all the way inside of your cunt, his forehead pressed to yours as you grit your teeth from the painful stretch.

“Yeah, that’s it.” He praised you with another long exhale, smiling down at you, serenely, like you were doing something truly worthy of pride. “Just like that. Fuck, you’re clenching so hard,” His eyelids fluttered (the same as yours always did) as you tightened up around him, again, only forcing him to try and thrust deeper, push his knot even more inside of you. “That’s so good, baby, so good-!”

“Oh, Ren, Ren, fuck!” You cried out, digging your nails into his shoulders. “Yes, yes!”

“Yesss, you’re so good, you like that so much, don’t you?”

“I LOVE IT!!!”

#ren btd #ren hana #ren x mc #ren x reader #fics #commission

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paramoreparaless · 16 hours ago

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WRITING PROMTS WRITING PROMTS *banging the table real hard*

Number 19. “Tell me where you are, I’ll come get you.”

I LOVE YPUR WRITING AND I LOVE YOUR BLOG AND I THINK U R REALLY COOL JSNDJKSKSK

(no pressure btw <3)

At least he was stuck somewhere pretty.

It almost – almost – made up for the horrible throbbing emanating from his shin. Lance shifted back on the rocks, hissed as it pulled his injury, and tried his best to straighten it in front of him. It went unwillingly, and not without forcing harsh panting from his lungs, but it went – at least a sprained knee, most likely something broken. Was his vision doubling, or was his leg actually just bending in two different ways?

He threw his head back with a groan – landing on grass, not rock, luckily enough – and absently scrolled through the static-filled channels filtering into his helmet’s feed. He’d taken a pretty bad hit when that huge quintessence-buffed Galra had thrown him across… whatever he’d been thrown across to end up where he was. His helmet had protected him from any bad head injuries, but the rest of his armour didn’t prove quite so effective.

He should… probably see if there was anything much he could do about that. He’d… tried to straighten the leg, which was better than nothing, even if it had been a largely unsuccessful endeavour. He didn’t exactly have anything to wrap it with, either, which was… probably a major oversight. He should ask Coran if they were meant to have something for that. Surely, right?

Another flick through static. Lance half-wished he’d joined Pidge in learning to read Altean, if only so he’d know which button on his wrist pad would send out the distress signal. He probably shouldn’t need one though, right? Like, Hunk had watched him get flung. Someone would have to come find him eventually.

Eventually.

Of course, Hunk himself would be kind of busy with the Galra, and he’d probably have called in backup after Lance got… taken out of commission, so maybe they just had their hands full. Times like this, he was jealous of Keith. He hardly ever had to wait around while injured. Even if they couldn’t reach him – boom, sky gets replaced by overprotective red magic lion. Blue prodded him in the back of his mind, annoyed. Just because she didn’t come running across space to fetch him, didn’t mean she wasn’t helping him all the same – something like a huff, a pause, and Lance was suddenly overwhelmed by sharp and omnipresent agony. It was only a split-second (split-tick?) of feeling, but it left Lance gasping, gasping, heaving. Blue purred, trying to smooth it back over.

“Okay,” Lance said, dizzily. “Okay, I take it back, you’re awesome. Please don’t do that again.”

Blue huffed again, but didn’t bring down whatever barrier she had between Lance and his apparently excruciating pain, so he’d take the wins where he got them. Lance watched the sky – blue, like Earth, but not blue like Blue. The low-level static in his ear crackled, popped – like an off-brand cereal commercial.

“Lance? Lance, come in.”

The relief that crashed over him was nearly as potent as his brief insight into his own state.

“Keith! Man, I never thought I’d be glad to hear you and your dumb mullet.”

“… Right. Sure, whatever. How’re you holding up? Hunk said you got tossed.”

“Cute little word for it,” Lance grumbled. “Tossed. I got fucking launched. Like –”

“Like a lance?” Keith asked, and Lance didn’t have to see him to be able to perfectly picture his stupid, smug smirk.

“Shut up,” Lance snapped. “You can’t be mean to me. My leg is broken.”

“What?”

“Are your ears broken? My leg’s, like, totally fucked. I’d probably have passed out ages ago if Blue wasn’t helping.”

“Right. Uh, I’ll… Red and I will fly over to you, then.”

“Probably for the best.”

“Tell me where you are, I’ll come get you.”

Lance rattled off the coordinates from his wrist screen – Shiro had at least had the foresight to force them all to learn basic numbers, to which Lance was abruptly thankful – closed his eyes, and relaxed into the grass once Keith confirmed he’d locked in on him. He blinked his eyes open again at pressure on his nose – a stray, bluish leaf landing across his face. He brushed it away and cast his gaze upwards. Blue sky, blue like Earth, until – boom, sky replaced by giant red lion. Was this how Keith usually felt when Red came for him? Lance could certainly get used to it. He could also get used to watching as Red’s ramp lowered, and out came Keith, running for him with the same single-minded focus he employed on missions, not slowing so much as skidding to a stop right beside Lance.

He hadn’t kept his helmet on – possibly never had it on to begin with, if he used the Red Lion’s line to the helmets. The slight breeze was unfairly kind to his ridiculous mop of hair, and it almost seemed to swim around Keith’s face – or maybe Lance was, like, bleeding out or something. He hadn’t really investigated the damage much, had he? Beyond just… noticing it was broken. Yeah. Probably should have given that some more scrutiny.

Oh well.

Keith’s hand reached out to him, then stopped, like he wasn’t quite sure what to do. He let out a low whistle. “Okay, yeah. That’s like, bad bad.”

“Really?” Lance asked, batting his eyelashes. “I thought that was how my leg was supposed to look.”

“Shut up. I’ll leave you here,” Keith threatened, already kneeling and pulling out a roll of weird, glowy Altean bandages. Lance… didn’t want to watch his leg get, essentially, taped back together until he could be thrown into a pod. He looked back up to the sky, up to where Red was watching them, expressionless metal face and blank yellow eyes somehow conveying everything she couldn’t say.

Which, of course she couldn’t say them. She was a robot lion. Blue took offence to that, but even she had to grudgingly accept that she didn’t quite speak either. It was just… their presence. The soothing knowledge that they were there and they’d do everything they could to protect them.

“Ready to go?” Keith asked, breaking Lance out of his reverie. One hand outstretched to Lance, other still hovering awkwardly over Lance’s newly-bandaged leg. He wasn’t quite looking at him – Keith’s expression was stuck in that I’m-being-emo-and-thinking-really-hard face he liked to do – but when Lance accepted his hand, Keith’s eyes snapped right to him. “Hey.”

“Hey,” Lance said, surprising himself with how tired he sounded. Yes, Blue was helping him, but even she had limits to all she could do. The longer he let the silence stretch out, the more pronounced the furrow in Keith’s eyebrows became. Lance offered him a faint smile. “Let’s blow this joint.”

A beat of silence, and then – Keith snorted, rising to stand and pulling Lance up with him, slinging Lance’s arm around his shoulders before he could lose his balance.

“We’re lucky you’re so short,” Lance said, poking Keith’s cheek with his free hand. If asked, he could blame it on the injury. A flash of an image in his mind – a crude sketch of Keith biting his finger off. Luckily for Lance’s finger, Keith just turned his head with a huff.

“I’m not short. You’re just freakishly… lanky. Like a colt. Baby horse.”

“I know what a colt is,” Lance said. “I grew up on a farm!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Keith said, nudging Lance forward. “Just making sure.” Red’s presence washed over Lance the second he crossed her threshold – such an unexpected turn of events that he almost fell into Keith. “You good?”

“I – yeah,” Lance floundered. “Uh, hi, Red.”

The brow furrow was back. Keith paused, cocked his head – like his uncle’s old dog – before understanding dawned on his face, and his mouth fell into a little o. “Oh, wow. Didn’t know she could do that. Thanks, girl. Watch him while I fly?”

“You can’t just get your Lion to babysit me,” Lance objected, but he was already being lowered to the floor of Red’s interior, and Keith was already shaking out the thin blanket from the medical kit whose contents were haphazardly strewn across the floor – all the contents, save for the bandages, in Keith’s belt. Ugh, he made it hard to hold a grudge sometimes. Lance’d get back to it later.

“‘Course I can.” Keith tucked the blanket in, ignoring the flat glare Lance gave him. “Here, I’ll get your helmet. Won’t be so comfortable to lie down in.”

“I’ve been lying down in it,” Lance pointed out, but Keith was already undoing the magnetic clasp and putting it to the side. Keith hesitated a tick longer, like he was – waiting for something.

“I’ll be fine,” Lance said. “Assuming you get me to a pod in the next, like, varga, I mean, but like – I’ll be fine. Thanks, Keith.”

No verbal response. Keith smiled tightly at him. Lance was pretty sure he managed to return it before Keith disappeared into the cockpit. Blue rumbled comfortingly, and even Red joined in, creating a rolling harmony in his mind, until it took more effort to stay awake than it was possibly worth – and Lance drifted off to sleep.

#I got. Carried away <3 this wasn’t meant to be 1.5k yet here we are #voltron #ask game #vld lance #lance mcclain #vld keith #keith kogane #klance #my writing #red lion #blue lion #vld

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illmoraineakoi · 9 months ago

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I feel like this should be obvious, but I hope that there's at least a few people who are downloading and backing up Green's videos for preservation's sake, on the off chance that the entire Channel is deleted by the end of the Arc. That is always a possibility for how it ends. It's more than likely that the Arc will end on a positive note, like Alan's stories tend to, and also likely that it'll end with Green learning his lesson about social media/getting over his obsession.

I feel like the most probable outcome will be that Green just abandons the Channel and his other accounts. They'll have served their purpose for the narrative, and, in universe, once Green overcomes his social media obsession issue, he'll probably be unlikely to touch any of it again. He and the Color Gang will move on to their next adventures. Alan's already juggles so much other stuff that I feel it'll be far-fetched to expect more Green videos after the Arc is finished, no matter how adorable and awesome that would be, especially if it was like the first videos: them just having fun and messing around.

That being said, it's also possible that Green gets over his social media issues by deleting his accounts entirely, or deleting them at the very end as proof to the others that he's done with it all.

This means that it falls to us to preserve as much as we can before that potentially happens, on the chance it might. I know quite a few people have been cataloging his comment replies and saving his insta posts, so there's probably people who are downloading and backing up the videos themselves, I just haven't seen any.

I personally don't think the channel and accounts will be deleted, at least not anytime soon. Having them exist alongside the influencer arc episodes on Alan's channel is really cool, and its neat to be able to actually go to them and interact with them. It's part of the experience, so I feel it'll be likely that they're kept up at least for a while to keep that experience intact for newer viewers who didn't get the opportunity to be here as the arc has been happening.

But still, it's impossible to know what Alan and the Team actually has planned for how this all ends, so while it might not be a very big chance that everything will get wiped, it's worth trying to preserve it while we still can, just in case.

On that note, if anyone has any links to any preserved/backed up Green content, feel free to send it my way. That's something I wanna keep tabs on.

#ava #alan becker #ava influencer arc #green influencer arc #ava green #animator vs. animation

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satureja13 · 8 months ago

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Since two of them always have to be on duty at the bridge and the other two are currently sleeping, it's upon Jack and Kiyoshi again to help the Grim Reaper out.

They had to host a social event and since they couldn't invite anyone to the ship and the others are not available, they ended up with a date. So they went over to the crew mess to eat together. And found another sad location. The empty chairs of B.D's kids (B.D's full name is 'Black Diamond', just in case you wonder about the name in the tooltip in the pic below ^^') and the cereal squares he made for them.

This was breaking their hearts again and they had to leave to eat. (They really did this. Grabbed their plates and left.)

A sad date that was. Because they chose to sit right next to the kids abandoned playground... But Jack wouldn't be Jack if he weren't able to change the gloomy mood with his never-failing puppy energy. (I don't remember if I ever saw Kiyoshi laughing? Looks so cute <3 )

Jack just can't see his mate sad. And so he dragged him over to Moogie's. Upstairs, to the bar's gaming room. Because the event plan wanted them to play games... It was impossible to be gloomy in a bright room like this ^^' And so their evening - or whatever time of the 'day' it was in this endless darkness the ship was floating through - got significantly better.

Time for the Ambrosia Society Newsletter. There is no mailman in space and it took them a while to find their mail on this giant ship. It was in the Security Office. Probably to make sure there weren't any threats hidden inside the letters and parcels ö.ö A very cool workplace for Jack and Jeb who are also designated as security officers. There are even brigs! Guarded by fancy force fields! Jack: "Awesome! I wonder if we are ever going to contain anyone here?" Kiyoshi, who doesn't even want to think about anyone trying to harm his mate or his friends here: "Hopefully not! ö.ö "

The Romantium was already looping through the ship's air circulation. And a super huge AC was installed in the security office, right next to Jack and Kiyoshi. Blowing out the irresistable and intoxicating particles that makes one want only one thing - to be as close as possible to your loved one... And so Jack moved closer to Kiyoshi and Kiyoshi closer to Jack. Each of them looking at the others plump and totally kissable lips. The sweet and promising lips they'd already tasted before. Far, far too long ago... And right behind Kiyoshi was the latest box from 'Ye Olde Magick Shoppe'. With all the spicy toys for lovers. Demanding to be unboxed by curious couples to bring them joy and bliss...

But Jack and Kiyoshi aren't a curious couple! They are mates, just mates! It was almost impossible to resist the Romantium. But they remembered how bad they felt after woohooing - twice... They love each other too much to bring even more misery among them. Kiyoshi: "What are we supposed to do now?" Jack: "I don't know! I - I'm not ready for more!"

After a while. Vlad: "Are you sober again? Can I let you out? I need to start my duty on the bridge..." Jack: "Sure. Thanks, pal." Vlad just sighed, opened the force fields of the brigs Jack and Kiyoshi had locked themselves in to keep their distance, and left. What is this now again? ...

Jack and Kiyoshi cooled down enough to manage the last quest for the Grim Reaper (until the event broke again -.-) Make Ambrosia! Jack decided the fridge in the crew mess wasn't fancy enough for this special meal, so he went upstairs to fetch the ingredients from the captain's quarters... (Really. More in a future post ^^')

Jack and Kiyoshi are utterly in awe with this futuristic kitchen! They've never seen anything like this before.

Tadaaa! Well done, Boys!

I don't know if we are going to continue this event, should it be fixed. There are only three rewards left (two potions and a Death Flower, if I remember right) so we could just skip it.

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GONNA WATCH SURVIVORS OF THE FLUX AND PROBABLY CRY A BIT BECAUSE WE ARE NEARLY DONE WITH 13'S ERA AND I LOVE HER SO SO SO MUCH

Okay angel!13 looks AWESOME. I love what they did with it even tho its a very small part of the episode so far

"Blinking. Blinking!... tough crowd" I LOVE HER.

"We are transport" I KNEW IT! Check the last episode reaction I said it there HAHA! Im so happy with myself.

Ohhhhh the Angels talking in a distorted 13 voice is SO GOOD!!!

"My friends are never lost" girlie they somehow got to mexico in 1904 when last time we saw them they couldnt leave the village id say they are pretty lost! Also poor dan, that looked like it hurt.

Right right okay they need the date from the offering pot. And the grand serpent is trying to kill them?

THE HOLOGRAM brb im gonna cry. She literally made it a second before the angel got into the TARDIS, and then put it into her pocket probably just after they exited the tardis. Thats- gonna cry :( "hang on I think youre calling me from the control room" AND WHAT IF I SOBBED?!?!?!

The doctor and that woman (who I know is tecteun bc spoilers) are just as sassy as the other and its hilarious watching them banter like this but also makes me want to kick tecteun into the sun. Multiple suns. Several glowing burning suns.

Right, between universes. Well, not that far fetched, we have seen it before! Just not... suspended like that.

That monolith looks like the main part of the gallifrey city bubble. Hmm.. also hey look at that lupari are back, and the ship is being taken to earth which means she will know where vinder is once yaz and dan get back to their right time.

GAH NO THEY WERE SO CLOSE AHHHHHH

"Not scared. Wary, perhaps" definetly scared. Shaking in your boots, perhaps.

Doctor's mother issues: +1000000

"We are not the same" and she looks like a predator. I love how Jodie expresses the doctor's anger. Restrained, bearly held back, like a predator waiting to be let loose but held back.

I dont care much for the grand serpent. Is that weird? He just seems so disjointed from everything else.

Right okay swarm made a mistake of underestimating vinder and diane, 1000% sure of that.

I never knew a doctor and ood combination would be so funny and interesting to watch but it is and I love it! "Im very good at pulling rabbits outta hats" "I have no rabbits" "its a metaphor" "or hats"

They found the guy, he's pretty cool, he wacked dan which was a bit funny and also rude.

Tecte-bleh is trying to get the doctor to her side, which is such a bad idea, dont you know she will probably ruin your plans several times over?

KATE! KATIE! KATE MY BELOVED!!!

"Death, sir! Endless death!" So... door 9 is to gallifrey? Maybe the time war? Before or after the temporal lock.

Alright, sontarans again, another invasion fleet, now against the lupari. The lupari have had operatives of division, so presumably they are capable of a lot of stuff?

Tecteun got dusted, which... shouldve had a worse death tbh.

"And now you, Doctor" yeah okay cowboy try again later, yeah? Dont think itll work for you this time.

#doctor who #thirteenth doctor #13th doctor #survivors of the flux #dw #dawn reacts dw

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wouldyoustilllovemeifiwasawyrm · 4 months ago

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Character Development Questions

Sometimes filling out character questions can be exhausting. You mean I have to come up with answers to all of these myself? What if I'm mentally exhausted? Say no more, friend. Behold: multiple choice questions. Originally made for my Dungeons and Dragons players, but feel free to use in any fantasy-adjacent context.

The tavern keeper asks if you can fetch a pail of water for him from the well. What do you do?

Help them

Ask what’s in it for you

Tell him that you don’t do servant’s work

Pretend you don’t know what a bucket is

Your party asks you to stay on watch, but you’re exhausted and really want to sleep. What do you do?

Tough it out and stay awake

Ask someone to trade watches with you

Take a little nap

A traveler starts speaking to you in a language you don’t know. How do you react?

Ask them to repeat themselves

Awkwardly gesture to communicate

Stare at them in confusion

Walk away

Be honest. Do you think you’re cool?

Obviously

I have my moments

Cool is overrated

Absolutely not

You hear a shout in the woods. Sounds like someone is in trouble! What do you do?

Rush into action to save them

Scout out the area

That’s unfortunate but not my problem

You took a quest posting from the job board to clear out some rats from the farmer’s warehouse. When you get there, you find that these are giant rats! How do you react?

Fight them with all my strength

Use a trap to avoid the fight

Lure them away from the warehouse

Leave because the quest is harder than you thought

Ah great. That amateur alchemy kit you bought didn’t say that the difference between a health potion and a stink bomb is half a teaspoon of eye of newt. Now the whole room stinks! What do you do?

Open a window

Discretely leave and pretend it wasn’t you

Throw the whole kit away

Blame it on your party

Your friend hands you something that you’d accidentally forgotten. How do you react?

Thank them for bringing it to you

Make a joke about your forgetfulness

Act like you left it on purpose.

Uh-oh, someone dropped their coin purse in the market. It’s got the seal of a house you don’t recognize on the side of it. What do you do?

Take it to the guards

Try to find the owner

Have a little peek inside

Slip it into your traveling bags

Do you like pranks?

Yes

Only if I’m doing the pranking.

Your friend is being clearly cheated by a merchant. What do you do?

Let the merchant cheat them

Quietly tell your friend to walk away

Declare the merchant a thief

Magical darkness falls over you. How do you react?

Use magic to dispel it

Cry

Wander around to find the edge of it

Who cares about darkness?

You receive a gift! What do you do with it?

Open it right away

Set it aside for when you get home

Ask what it is

Tell the other person to open it first

You just found a treasure chest! What do you do with the spoils?

Spend it immediately

Save it

It could be a trap

It will probably be empty.

Your party is set to appear in front of a noble to give a quest report, but one of your friends is late! How do you stall?

Tell jokes

Start talking about the quest without them

Flatter the noble

Tell an unrelated story

When was the last time you sincerely thanked someone?

Just this morning

Probably days ago

It’s been a while

I genuinely can’t recall

Your party has been walking all day and you finally find a clearing with a cool, crystal clear pond. What do you do first?

Put up a tent

Fill my canteen

Splash in the water

Check for traps

Do you often feel lonely when you’re alone?

No way, solitude is awesome

Sometimes

Doesn’t everybody?

If I’m left alone for a minute I will start crying

That person across the tavern is really cute, but you don’t know who they are. What do you do?

Boldly approach and introduce yourself

Slyly ask around for their name

Buy them a drink

Ignore them

The town is having a festival! Where do you go first?

To the merchants

To the dance floor

To the food stalls

I don’t do crowds

You’re talking to some acquaintances when you realize you accidentally told a secret you weren’t supposed to share. What do you do?

Tell them not to repeat it to anyone

Threaten them to keep the secret

Bribe them to keep the secret

Dead men tell no tales

A soothsayer reads your fortune. What are you hoping is in store for you?

Fame

Wealth

Peace

A really delicious snack

Rumor has it that some famous treasure hunters buried their biggest haul right outside town, but it’s guarded by a riddle-telling dragon. What do you do?

March straight in and answer the riddles

Fight the dragon

Bring someone more clever than you

Shrug and cut your losses

You’re joking around with a friend and they suddenly look really upset by what you said. How do you handle it?

Apologize immediately

Say it was just a joke

Deflect and change the subject

Tell them to stop being so sensitive

Your party put you in charge of buying rations for the journey ahead. What do you buy?

Only the essentials

A couple little snacks thrown in never hurt anybody

Whatever you like, regardless of what the party likes

Mostly sweets

#character questions #writing resources #character development #and yes i will be posting the answers that my favorite characters pick #but that will be its own post #feel free to use!

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saintobio · 10 months ago

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hello, i don’t really have any theories other than hoping akemi is just there to apologize and maybe explain to yn about the cancer and why satoru was with her a lot😭 other than that i just wanted to say i think you’re an amazing writer and i always look forward to reading the fics you post. thank you for still trying to write these things for us even when you’re busy with life :) i appreciate you and i’m excited (terrified) to see how the next chapter for sy goes :)

thank you so much for reading my fics, that means a lot more than you know 🫶🏻 indeed, let’s hope that’s what akemi’s going for bcos things are gonna get real messy if not :’))

@coleisyn said

hi saint! Sorry this is not an ask but BUT BUT BUT IF SAINT CAN MAKE A HAPPY RNDING FOR THEIR REMEMBER FOREVER FIC ( a super cool kags fic) i know a happy ending for SY is possible ❗❗❗🙏🏻 (coping) THANK YOU FOR ALL THE FOOD YOU'VE BEEN FEEDING US SAINT!

have u been here since rf? omg it’s rare but i always wonder if anyone who’s known me since rf are still here lurking :’) but then again, i’m the same person who wrote wastelands and blank canvas, so those type of endings are not far-fetched either sdjsjs

@joemama-2 said

i think after reading the last chapter i might cry 🥹🥹 this fic has been thru so much and u even more but i’m so glad u stayed strong and resilient

honestly i’d probably cry when this series ends. i did go through so much writing it but aaaah at last the ending is near and the characters will finally be able to rest from all the drama!! thank you for supporting and reading every chapter despite the very slow updates though 🥹 i’m always very grateful to each and every one of u <3

@bibemiiu said

Hi Saint, I can't believe I caught your ask box open, I'm fangirling so hard rn. I just wanted to tell you how awesome you are and thank you for your work ❤️ Hope you take care of yourself and drink a lot of water, Kiss you💋

hii lovely, is it ur fist time sending an ask? 🥹 so sorry i keep closing it, but thanks very much for sending in ur message. i appreciate ur support !! and pls do take care as well <33

#🖤: letters to saint #series: sincerely yours

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could we know what the backstory behind mina getting autopsied was? i know you said her mother permitted it while under the influence, but why? and who is "some people"?

doesn't have enough backstory to back up what im saying but the long story short is somebody once had a AU where Mina was a real alien and she had an autopsy and i just thought the idea was neat cause she's a alien girl there was never really any thought behind me giving her autopsy scar but i have to make something up

I HOWEVER DO HAVE SOME BACKSTORY FOR HER MOM

I HC Mina was on accident, didn't mean to have another kid, cause they already had one which is Mina's big bro, so her parents accidently had another kid which is her.

Mina reminds me of Amy rose from Sonic in the sense that she says she wants to fall in love one day but can't really do it (its somewhere on her wiki that Mina said this in the novel i think. That she likes to match make her friends but falling in love herself is tough to do DONT QUOTE ME I MIGHT HAVE READ THIS SOMEWHERE ELSE), it reminds me so much of Amy, and i have headcanons for Amy that her parents aren't so in love the way she wants a relationship, like "wow, my parents are the opposite of in love when i grow up i want to be in a loving famliy"

so that carried over to Mina, my version of her mom for one reason or another she's for a lack of a better word is one of the those mom's who drink alot and is never truly sober. she is not the worlds most awful mom but she doesn't really take care of her kids and she ignores them a lot when they were little cause she didn't want to take care of them resulting in the kid's liking their dad more cause he was an awesome dad, Mina remembers her dad, she was a daddy's girl

KEYWORD: WAS

Mina's dad dies idk going to a location maybe work and gets in the middle of a hero fighting or something. leaving the kids with their mom, Mina's brother at the time is old enough to go to school and take care of both mom and Mina so hes the one doing everything. ima say he's like 16 when she's 5 he doesn't go to hero school he's just a cool dude

---warnings of me not having enough knowledge on a subject so i keep saying "i guess" or "i don't know" cause i don't know and this is just off the top of my head thoughts, if somebody could truly come up with a better reason im open to listen cause these are just not well put together thoughts ----

as for the Autopsy thing it sounds stupid but like ya know, gotta come up with a reason for stuff i guess im perfectly fine with having 0 explanation and just doing stuff but i'll give you my thoughts i had while trying to find a reason before i gave up.

Mina's mom is a alcoholic, she's gonna come home wasted, she's gonna come home barely able to process anything, in her drunken state she mistook Mina for a alien cause she's like a weirdo (no offense to people who do believe in aliens) who believes in aliens but it's not that far fetch when mutants can look like anything. and im under the assumption that she associates with weird people who also believe aliens are real, so she takes her daughter to them while she's drunk and tells them this is a real alien.

Mina is extremely confused

im unsure how the autopsy situation happens but it probably traumatizes Mina if they didn't knock her out with some strong meds, they cut her to look at her organs and was like "Yo man this is normal, nothing here is alien" my next thing is after they fix her up somebody probably uses a quirk to either make her forget this happen or something like this cause they don't want the police on them so it's like this never happened, but Mina has the scars but never ask questions about it

How this even happen and Mina lived, i don't know, how this even happened and her mom didn't go to jail? Maybe she did go to jail, cause theres this whole other idea i have where Mina gets put with her auntscause her brother for some reason or another can't keep her legally? idk and mom is probably in jail so she gets put with her aunts who dislike children like actually are bad people and mistreat her HOW SHES GOING TO UA LIKE THIS IDK but it's a blessing to her moving into the dorms

the bad part about this is Mina's mom's spiraling and she probably does have good memories with her mom it's just she has a really bad drinking problem and i feel like i can see Mina now, as a hero in training going to see her mom and asking her if she would like her to help her go clean and get her life back together, cause Mina doesn't hate her mom, she just dislikes her aunts cause they were created to be garbage that's why i didn't name them cause i dont care about them and im the one who made them exist lol

this is unfinished ideas, don't know why they are semi-morbid and strange it just b like that sometimes

#mina ashido #i promise im not trying to offend anyone if i did im sorry

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jq37 · 1 year ago

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On the one hand, the Kids used up a lot of higher level spell slots and resources in this one, so skipping a boss battle was a very good thing. On the other hand, Final Form Baron looked pretty rad. Could've been fun. And I wish we could've gotten a better look at the mini for the Gilear-That-Never-Was. Anyway, great episder. I love these more elaborate Encounter episodes, where it's not just an arena, but also a dungeon or there's alternate win conditions other than kill everyone.

No recap this week because I was out of town (not that much happened plot-wise so I'll roll it into the recap for next episode) but I thought this episode was awesome! One of my favorite episodes of D20 and probably my fave battle episode ever. Like you said, it's great when a battle ep is more than just a slug fest. This had exploration and hidden roles and a fetch quest element. So fun! And everyone had such great moments! Since I'm not doing a full recap for this ep, I'll drop some highlights here:

-GORGUG!!!!! Or really, Zac with an assist from Emily. I had to replay his womping of Brennan like four more times before I continued the episode. What a legend. I totally forgot he had that ability so I was just as caught off guard as Brennan.

-Lou, king of commitment to the bit morphing into Baron to a horrified Adaine and outraged Siobhan was another easy episode highlight. I love Adaine insisting that she's SO nice to Riz and her, "What are you TALKING about????" It was such a fun moment and a great way to change the stakes and keep everyone on guard.

-Adaine was so cool this episode! Sure she got possessed (also very fun) but Kristen came in clutch yanking her out of it and then she immediately used a super sick spell (which according to the AP, she took specifically to get Kipperlilly, lol) and merced Baron before he could touch Riz (she *IS* so nice to Riz). Then, she one-shot fake-Zayn! Battle Wizard! Battle Wizard! Absolutely love that for her.

-This arena was totally made for Riz. It's so great when you're absolutely in your element and your build gets rewarded. This is the first time I've even considered playing a rogue. They're SO GOOD at high levels.

-Poor Fig but, "I would like to roll...a new character" was such a funny line. Also, girl why are you eating the cursed cottage cheese (or whatever it is)? You were JUST told not to do that and Adaine JUST broke the curse on you!!!

-There is something disturbingly endearing about Kalina snapping her own neck rather than attack the party--similar to how it's endearing that Cass tried her best to make a save haven for the group even though she was being corrupted and it came out wrong. Wrt Kalina only being able to say Ragh's name, there are some loose ends from Sophomore Year in the back of my mind that I haven't been able to check on because I've been AFK for the past few days but I wouldn't be surprised if they're related somehow.

-I also wish they'd showed us the thriving Gilear mini in the AP at least.

Anyway! Very fun episode and the Bad Kids have all this useful infernal energy to play with now. Stoked to see what they do with it!

#dimension 20 #asks #farmer-10 #fantasy high

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goqmir · 1 year ago

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hype level for future mtg releases (this is genuine btw i cant sleep because my leg hurts so bad let me have this)

Murders at Karlov Manor (Q1 2024):

15%. i kinda get the vibes. theres some interesting things generally but im not sure this one is for me. i like clue tokens so im excited for some support in that area but. ill probably pass on buying any of this

Outlaws of Thunder Junction (Q2 2024):

like 35%? its cool! i like the west quite a lot, everyones excited for deadbeat dad oko. im just not expecting a ton and id love to be proven wrong! new planes are always fun and it would be a delight to fall in love with thunder junction but my expectations are very tempered. supposedly its about "villians"-- of which my biggest dream is a reveal of a phyrexian that wasnt killed onscreen to be hanging out there. rakdos would be cool too.

Modern Horizons 3 (Q2 2024)

90%. i cant wait frankly. modern horizons 1 and 2 feature some of my favorite magic cards ever and ive never been around for a modern horizons release so im just so excited. cant wait. big fan i bet there will be so many cool cards dude holy shit

Assassin's Creed (Q3 2024):

5%. i dont give a shit about assassins creed. i like the aesthetics of black flag i guess. this is a set with boosters and the cards will supposedly be modern legal(?) but they arent draftable so thats gonna be a shitshow when the boosters are overpriced and you cant even run limited events with them like MAT but like. at least MAT was awesome and had a bunch of banging cards and introduced cool deciduous mechanics to standard and gave us [[Rocco, Street Chef]]. all this is giving us is ezio or some shit

Bloomburrow (Q3 2024):

75%!! woo!!!!! i cant wait for the little animals set. i like little animals. i would really like one of them to wear a thimble

things i want specifically out of bloomburrow:

give us kwain lore! kwain is such an important little guy to our playgroup we would all love a new kwain or some kwain backstory and there has never been a better time for it

fox tribal 🥺🥺🥺🥺 boros please plzplzplz i need fire foxes i need evil foxes i need foxes so bad i want a fox tribal commander ill do anything

Duskmourn (Q3 2024):

45%. wrenny is hyped for this one but i dont think ill be biting tbh. its cool! i like the vibes :) just not for me is what it seems like right now. maybe like LCI the set design and mechanics will be so sick that its just awesome but the setting isnt catching me

Not gonna talk about innistrad remastered i will not be buying that. give me anime art tamiyo

"Tennis" 2025 (death race across multiple planes with cars):

15%. i like vehicles but like. i feel like this one will kinda skew corny in a way i wont vibe with. the technology seems like kind of a lot too. cool idea, i hope its executed well

"Ultimate" 2025 (Return to Tarkir):

65%! i like tarkir :) they wont print the stupid fetches but whatever. tarkir is super swag and i hope they can resolve the weird multiverse tarkir thing and give us a swag set i believe in them. also ugin reappearance maybe........

Final Fantasy 2025:

100%. i am so onboard with final fantasy dude i feel like it will be so fucking cool compared to like marvel or doctor who or whatever. final fantasy fits so perfectly with the other mtg planes and theres so many interesting things to pull from every game could be its own set so the fact that theres like so much shit there like its so exciting like i cant wait for this one. im gonna play final fantasy 6 with wrenny before it comes out so thats exciting too teehee ^_^

"Volleyball" 2025 (top down space opera set):

95%. a space opera could be so fucking cool. im worried theyll fumble the bag and make it really fucking star warsy and thats a truly terrifying thought but i have faith that we can get so see some more interesting and solemn parts of space in magic the gathering. i think a plane with fledgeling space operations and wild star littered frontiers would be so fucking sick and thats like maybe one of my dream sets. please dont fuck this one up

"Wrestling" 2025 (Lorwyn reimagining)

cool. i like what they did to kamigawa. um idk 30%

"Yachting" 2025 (Arcavios/strixhaven)

yippee!!! 55%? i like strixhaven but showing off more of arcavios is what im really super into here cuz i feel like that could be a lot of fun. its an interesting plane i wanna see more

um anyway ill try to sleep again now i guess

#mtg

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fandoms-in-law · 2 years ago

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Stories Chapter 6

chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter 3 chapter 4 chapter 5

Summary: During another Hellfire session, Steve has to explain again why the kids shouldn't have read his notebooks.

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They'd expected that between them they could keep Dustin downstairs, watching films or just generally distracted from the house having been repainted. They had forgotten that Will had said he'd finish the last few details to the mural in Steve's room when there was a break in Hellfire unless he had to plan their next moves out with the party.

"Where are you going? We can't go up there." Dustin's yell had Steve and Eddie leaving the snacks they'd been grabbing and their conversation abruptly to rejoin the living room where Dustin had a hand on Will's shoulder while Lucas and Mike moved to block the door.

Will just shook his head, “I got permission. Steve knows why and where I'm going. He'd stop me if he didn't want me to go upstairs.

"Have to disagree here. I'd rather not be cycling all over again when rain is forecast all week. Let's carry on guessing what Eddie's got us fighting next." Lucas reasoned.

Steve snickered for a moment, "Is this actually to try and stay on my good side now? You guys can only learn respect when you've had a punishment, not the best to know but interesting. Besides, Will does have my permission. I asked him to fetch my letterman."

"Why?" Everyone's expression reflected the question Mike made sound like a demand, including Will's which Steve hoped no one else noticed.

He was also asking himself the question though but a glance back at Eddie gave him an idea. "Cause I never got the blood out of Eds vest, thought he'd like the chaos caused by making my letterman into a replacement."

"Seriously? This isn't just..." Eddie started to ask before glancing at everyone. He looked pretty stunned at the suggestion, and doubtful of it, even though knowing everyone was listening halted his words mid-question.

"Sure, why not? I would say having more connection to the Harrington name might reduce the vitriol of the town but the letterman assumptions probably stop that." He shrugged, grinning when the non-party Hellfire guys all started laughing.

"Guess we're sticking around here for longer if Steve and Eddie are going steady." Gareth teased, only getting more laughter when Jeff jumped up.

"It's just maths. Steve + Eddie name wise would make steddie." He insisted, still laughing with everyone.

Said pair shared a look, joining in the laughter before Steve moved to nudge Will towards the stairs. "Guess that works. Go fetch it, Will. It's on the shelves in my closet. Yell if you can't find it."

"How come he can but we can't?" Mike challenged now, looking ready to race up the stairs himself.

Dustin agreed, mimicking Steve's crossed arms and attempting a determined expression that didn't really work. "Yeah, I've been your friend for longer."

"You've also proved yourself a snoop who instead of asking me about what you found shared it with everyone when I clearly had been keeping it to myself."

"Because it was cool! You had awesome stories written and should show them off not act like this cause I found them." The protest was genuine at least, but still not understanding what he'd done. "Sorry for wanting to share the things that make you awesome with my friends, but I'm not seeing what the big deal is."

Steve went to reply immediately but stopped himself, taking a deep breath. "Okay, let's try getting you to understand then. Would have thought given you're all boasting about how smart you are this wouldn't need this, but how can I explain it this time?" He said after a moment, pausing to think straight after.

He startled slightly at a hand on his shoulder and a nod towards the door. Jonathan and Nancy had pulled in. They'd said they might if their film finished while Hellfire was still going and waiting for them to come in gave Steve longer to think.

Nancy of course immediately started trying to figure out what was happening but Steve just gestured to the sofa. "Hey Nance, you used to have a diary, right?"

"What's that got to do with anything?" her eyes are still sharp, taking in his expression now.

"I need a way to explain to the brats why I'm pissed at them still." The explanation was vague if she hadn't heard Mike's complaints about Steve's refusal to give them lifts for the previous week. "Do you still have a diary or is it reporting notebooks you keep now?"

"Both but what does me having a diary have to do with the kids?" She narrowed her eyes, demanding an explanation.

Steve just smiled for a moment as Mike groaned. "No, we don't need Nancy's views on this. We really don't. I'll never hear the end of it."

"So you do understand that people write things you aren't invited to read then, Mike? Care to explain it to Dustin since apparently Erica stat she'd kill someone for doing what Dustin did then shared with all of you didn't get the message across any more than everyone being limited to this room has." Steve requested with a half grin, clearly satisfied with the response but waiting for more.

Mike blinked for a moment taking in the connection he'd reacted to. "Oh. Okay so diaries and I guess Steve's notebooks are private and not the kind of private like DM notes where Eddie acts like it's a game if we start asking questions or trying to get a look at them. It's not something anyone should look through without permission, like Will's therapy notes or activities, there to help him process and understand that what happened wasn't his fault but nothing we need to know unless he wants to share."

"But we have needed to know that stuff." Dustin tried protesting but it was plain to see he was beginning to understand. "Besides it was just Steve's stories we read. That's not a diary."

Eddie cleared his throat then, getting the attention on him. "Except it is. Steve shared a little about what those notebooks are with Robs and I after you decided Hellfire should all read them and to quote him: "Project then have characters argue with it." Now projecting could easily be rephrased to role play. That's what writing is sometimes, rping on your own, and we have no right to force ourselves into anyone else's stories or campaigns, do we?"

Now realisation was clear in all the kids faces but they glanced towards the stairs again. "You saw me ask Will to fetch something. He's got permission to be up there."

"Is your letterman really that hard to find?" Mike asked dubiously.

Steve grinned, shaking his head. "Probably not but I'll fetch him in a minute."

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The furniture shopping takes a while. It's decisions that even if Steve could go through a magazine saying what he likes didn't find moved with him to the shops they went into.

Robin called it an excess of choice freezing him, but really it made everything a lot more real to Steve all over again.

With repainting he'd calmed himself down by thinking that if he did hear about his parents coming home then he could get it painted plain colours again easily enough, but furniture? That wouldn't be so easy to change.

"Kid, I offered to come to help take your new furniture back when you fill Eddie's van up. If you don't start doing that this'll be a day lost to indecision instead of another step towards your new start that I changed those locks to give you." Hopper groused, gesturing back to the sofas Steve had been looking at. "Just pick a comfy one in a colour you like."

Steve smirked then, looking over at him. "We're going to let Eddie throw himself at them to decide that. He's the one most likely to headbutt armrests or the sofa backs and I'd prefer not to have him constantly complaining over headaches."

"Great, so you're staring at them, why?"

"Trying to avoid him complaining over a headache today too." Steve snickered. "I think it's gonna be one of those three though. They look plush and fit the colours I've painted the living room." He gestured to 3 different sofas in the area as he spoke.

Hopper nodded, "And this task for Eddie has nothing to do with the fancy chair I saw you eyeing earlier?"

"Course it does. He and Robin are getting the dining table and chairs packed in his van now, then they'll pick the best sofa out of my choices and we'll get them delivered cause they're too long to fit in the van or your truck. While they decide that, I pay for the chair and you and I get it stashed in the truck. I'll keep it out of the way until the next dnd night to shock Eddie with a throne in his spot." Steve planned, looking smug over having fit something for his friends into his redecorating even if they were trying to avoid that.

chapter 7

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #dustin henderson #mike wheeler #jim hopper #nancy wheeler #hellfire club #steve has boundaries

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