#honestly the fact that it was consensual puts this in an even stranger light

[mourningcandles]

Cornelius/Furnace/PC love triangle subplot is so funny to me because I view all these people as being too much of weirdos to express their feelings in a healthy manner if at all; so they're just all trying to play it cool while looking very uncool about it. thankfully they can be dense as bricks when they feel like it so the matter doesn't come to blows or anything, just unethical science.

[sergle]

People are failing to realize that clothing, and cameras for that matter, can be fairly deceptive. I don't wanna say deceptive because it carries a certain connotation, but I hope you'll know what I mean. I look fairly "thin/avg" with a shirt on, but without it it's rolls and folds lol

Furthermore, it's wild to assume someone who's pretty passionate about accurate plus-size rep would be stick thin. Maybe their metric of "average" is skewed or something, but it's still weird to just show up in a strangers Asks and assume things about them and their bodies.

sorry for answering an ask about this like 4 days later but I'M STILL THINKING ABOUT THIS... this person is talking about these asks btw.

FIRST OF ALL, thank you so much for the ask, it really is good to know that other ppl are aware of the Covering Of Fat With Clothing. Like. hi. my body is obscured. people are just noticing my torso for the first time bc there isn't 5lbs of breast tissue hanging off of it. SECOND OF ALL. This is still making me insane. I am still thinking about it so I'm gonna completely just do a brick of text to talk about it. Like, there's the first part of this, right? The fact that, all of these people who were sending asks like these, are the same people who came to my account because they liked the body positivity stuff or they related to the proportions of the girls I draw, right? And yet somehow managed to miss that ALL OF MY ART IS ME. So you're relating to MY body, AGREEING that this is plus sized art, then turning towards moi and saying, okay but you're skinny though. HUH? HMM??? I literally made a 12-part series of self portraits that have been like, my most seen, most stolen, reposted, enjoyed, stolen again, pieces. And I've been so crystal clear that these are literally me. Once again, I'm pointing at the aforementioned MATERIAL.

Pictured above: a thin, skinny woman who just happens to have large breasts, ig! And outside of those, which are *literal* self portraits, I've spoken lots of times before about how I make girls of a certain size and shape because I'm modeling them off myself. Or as close as I can get, depending on how good/bad I feel and if I took a photo to ref or not. It really couldn't be clearer that this is obviously me being self-serving, I do it when I feel like I need to see it. So the thing being implied here, or flat out accused in a handful of messages, is that I'm drawing fat girls forrr clout? AWESOME. I didn't want to dignify every message but that did seem to be the rough consensus. BUT I WANT TO TALK ABOUT THAT ONE TOO. WHEN would it become a bad thing for a skinny person to draw body positive art? In a positive light? Even if it was for clout? Am I going insane? That would be Good. It honestly might be even more meaningful than what I'm doing now. If I was actually 115 pounds soaking wet, if I looked like that one girl from ANTM with the like 14 inch waist, and I was out here making the exact same art, would that make the art LESS meaningful to other fat girls? That someone who doesn't have this body type or relate to it at all found it beautiful enough to draw it so many times, treating the subject with respect? Fat people being the subject of art again? The cycling of a trend that's been gone too long? That is, I thought, what we've literally been begging to see. I have been thinking about this. And finally, the last part of it that's been vexing and haunting me:

Is it supposed to be my responsibility that someone gets dysmorphic LOOKING AT ME. HUHHHH. On the art account where I draw a lot of Me. HUH. I was meant to anticipate this? Looking at pictures of me. And that makes you feel dysmorphic. and that is my fault. I'm just double checking. On the account where I draw bodies that I relate to, that you followed because you relate to. And then seeing me. Makes you dysmorphic. Whew. Got it.

I'm putting a bow on my insane winding ramble about this. Or at least trying to, now. It is wild to have my body commented on so much. This year, bc of the breast reduction, comments on my body have increased a hundredfold. Positive, negative, passive aggressive, predatory, all of the ways it can go. There was a really obvious way to rebuff these particular comments, which would be to post a picture of myself where my body ISN'T mostly obscured. But hey, those aren't free. The art will have to do for now. I wouldn't be that surprised if half the messages were jokes meant to see if I'd post pics "proving" that I look how I look. I also thought briefly about like, what if my body did change that drastically? Would some ppl's immediate reaction be betrayal, disgust, anger? I've been sick in my life before and lost weight at alarming speeds. But I've still been fat all my life. I've gotten sick and gained weight at alarming speeds. Does my presence as a "body positive artist" mean that my body gets to be put on trial anytime it changes? Does the switch flip from "your fat art means so much to me" to "you're not in the club anymore, since you got rid of your breasts, you look different"

Anyway I thought it would be funny to draw a thin girl "drawing" a scrap sketch I already have on hand. And imagining someone's response being fully negative, bc a thin person drawing fat ppl would be somehow dishonest lmao. Look how evil this bitch is. Her body doesn't match her art.

[living-with-herpes]

2 years on

So I completely forgot about this blog and have recently found it again.

It’s two years later and reading what I wrote makes me want to cry for myself. I honestly was so convinced my life was over and I can completely tell you, it is not!

I won’t lie, I was very low for a fair while and I cried about it a lot. I continued to google every which way under the sun and continued to terrify myself. I read so many statistics it made my mind swim.

But slowly I accepted what had happened.

I was so angry about it and so upset. I did some research into testing for it and in the uk apparently doctors don’t routinely test for herpes for 3 main reasons:

1) the tests are roughly 50% accurate if it is not swabbing an actual sore. A blood test will just test for antibodies and as not every person who carries the virus reacts to it, some people might be carrying the virus and not have needed to produce antibodies

2) the nhs doesn’t consider herpes to be dangerous enough to need testing for regularly. Let’s face it, you wouldn’t go to the doctor after kissing a stranger on a night out and ask them to take a blood test to test for a cold sore (hsv1 herpes) just in case

3) doctors consider the mental health implications of knowing you have the virus, worse than the symptoms of the virus itself so they almost think it’s better that sometimes people don’t know. I can personally attest to this.

Every site you go to the statistics vary slightly but the general consensus is that roughly 80% of the population have herpes (hsv1/hsv2).

I thought this diagnosis would be the end of my sex life, no one would want to touch me again. I was so wrong. Using barrier contraception like condoms really does minimise the potential for passing it on.

There is lots of talk on the internet of whether people need to disclose a herpes diagnosis or not to new partners. Again after all, people would disclose that they’ve had a cold sore before. I’m still undecided on this one but so far I have told my partners before sleeping with them. I can tell you now that no one has ran for the hills, in fact most don’t even care.

I’ve learnt a lot, in fact if I was on mastermind now I think my specialist subject could be herpes!

Basically the herpes virus lives in your nerves and can flare up from time to time, lots of things can trigger this from a cut, to stress or illness. Not every time you have a flare up, you have an actual outbreak with the little blisters. When you have a flare up with or without the blisters, it’s called viral shedding and this is called viral shedding. You are particularly contagious when viral shedding, and if you don’t always have blisters, this is why it’s so important to use protection as you don’t know when this happens.

Your first outbreak is usually considered the worst and in my experience it completely was! Since then I’ve had a few outbreaks. But now an outbreak consists of one tiny blister.

My doctors put my antiviral on a repeat prescription for me so I have made it so that I always have a pack in my bathroom cupboard so I can start them as soon as I feel one coming. It’s only a two day course.

Honestly it doesn’t affect my life massively at all now. It’s all manageable and I had no reason to worry.

Obviously I would prefer to have continued living my life without herpes. But it really is no different now I’m living with it.

I’m even now at the point where sometimes I go weeks without remembering that I have herpes.

Honestly all I could say to someone going through a diagnosis is, be sad if you need to be for a while but know there is a light at the end of the tunnel and it does not mean your life is over.

Xo

[teresalace]

💲🐖 Put Your Money where your mouth is. Oink. (Female OC x Paypig reader)

• Warnings: Paying behaviour, human ATM, money slave to a femdom, soft femdom, blackmail, non consensual humiliation and soft financial domination, soft bullying, the femdom is my female OC. SFW.

∆ MINORS DNI? Viewer discretion is advised. Safe for work. ∆

Summary: You were going to be owned, completely, financially by a bratty bachelorette who shoves you past your limit and wallet to entertain her at her own party.

🥴 Author's Note: First time writing more humiliation stuff (fun fact I am slightly stressed so gimme your monei) hope it's good guys and happy Halloween!! 1.9k words!💲💲💲And to Yall little cash piggies, send my Kofi or paypal some love and plenty of cash 🥱just do it cause piggies don't get a say so, I do.

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It isn't love at first sight but a deep reverence when you lay eyes on… Her. Lucky for you, you aren't going broke anytime. Famous last words until paycheck day.

"Like, honestly," the redhead woman clicks her tongue, tone deliciously condescending. "I'm doing YOU a favour."

Laura fingers the stack of random dollar bills on the high bar table across from you, taking her sweet time counting all your hard earned cash right in front of your sweat dripping face.

"See how good I'm treating your– Hah!– I mean, it's MY money now. You should practise more gratitude in your life before someone else does it better for you." Like a slave, you find yourself nodding along agreeingly to a woman you barely knew.

She sounds pleased with herself for a second as she mentally totalled the amount in her hands, then a flicker of her smokey gaze sets on you in hardened dissatisfaction and your body shivers in delightful cold sweat. The good kind that buries itself in the lower part of your jeans. You never knew you could be this turned on in your life.

Helplessly, your eyes track her newly bridal manicures combing through the money you tributed her, as she hums along to the song being played overhead, a classic nude shade matching her cocktail dress though tastefully chosen– you know in your heart of hearts that it could've been done better. She could've and should be treated to better things. 

A goddess like her, albeit a not-so-single stranger you just met and got pressured into joining the fun, deserves even more. 

Exaggeratingly you clear your throat to be heard over the surrounding chatter, heart hammering in it when you gesture politely to her hands. "Can I pay for your nails? When you want new ones, of course." 

In nervous wait, you dare not to make eye contact until sensing her sharp gaze on you.

Her electric pink lips purse upwards before she releases a genuine laugh at you, making her abundant auburn curls bounce over her bare shoulders. "Awww how sweet… Oh you would like to, now wouldn't you?"

Laura checks her nails under the soft light like she's assessing how much of your offer is deserving of her acceptance… Not that you would know what a goddess like her is thinking, you could only anxiously (and excitedly) guess in your stuffy seat. 

"Well? Don't waste my precious time, it's nothing like yours." She snaps, one hand tightly gripping the tribute money while she pointedly looks at her empty open palm expectantly and beckoning for more. More of the hidden money in your large pockets.

Hesitantly, with an obvious nervousness at this interaction, you fished out a large crisp bill from your wallet and placed it carefully in her open palm. Hoping the amount would please her.

- $1000 

"Wow… Wooooww, I can't believe you're trying to be a smartass little piggy," Laura scoffs viciously, easily crumbling the bill in her hand to make a show of her point.

The degrading nickname she called you had sent multiple electric waves down to your… growing arousal.

"A thousand dollars isn't nearly enough for the kind of nails I want. I can't believe you tried to trick me, Me. Do you know who I am?!" 

Your mind instantly answers that she is a goddess, unlike your delayed mouth. "N-No?" Crap.

"A worthless virgin piece of shit like you should be bowing to me right now, heck, you should feel grateful for every second you BREATHE in my air. Get down on your knees, pig." There was a slight mutter of disgust beneath her breath as her ruby lips curled in displeasure, sending you to instantly bow forwards and fall onto your knees like a loose Russian doll. 

Her disgust further grew at the sight of your eager and willing display to please her.

No doubt some of the bar patrons' curious gazes skirt to you like, some bubbles of laughter towards your display of obedience while most ignored what was going on. You just became another piece of entertainment for an uncaring and leering audience.

"Hmph. At least you can listen, that's not too bad… But I can't believe you're actually doing this. This is so embarrassing for you, ugh." Laura giggled almost delightfully into her hand after a quick glance down at you by her feet. 

"Now go make yourself a little useful and get me and my girlfriends some bottles."

And you did. The server coming by had to bend down to take your order from your position on the floor, an uncomfortable look from them all the while smiling professionally.

Laura didn't talk to you for the rest of the party, just chit chatting with the ladies and other people with a full glass of bubbly. It was difficult to convince yourself to change sitting positions to relieve the burning numbness in your thighs and legs when you'd sense Laura's overwhelming grey gaze over you as if to check whether or not you listened well. 

The smallest quirk of her auburn eyebrows gave you the feeling while she wasn't exactly pleased- she had approved, even without sparing another word. The tingles across your spine from knowing that was wonderful.

You felt that hours must've passed but in reality the night had just begun.

Excusing herself for the restroom, Laura got off the bar stool and in the process accidentally her heels half-stepping on your thigh, gifting you sharp and hard pain. She let out a laugh as she disappeared to the back of the bar while you swear you could still feel the indent and shape of her stiletto heels.

A cute mousy woman looks down at you with eyes shining in concern before returning her attention to the rest of her drunken friends at the table. "Don't you guys think she's being a little mean to that poor man?" 

The drunkest woman hiccuped and smacked the table, loudly scoffing. "Oh please! He wants to be here, it's his choice- if you were really worried about him then you would've tried to pull us all away from here. But you didn't, so it's not that bad." 

"A pathetic fuck is what that is, the poor guy." Another friend of Laura's laughed snidely, downing a shot from the third round of drinks that you paid for. 

You were just there, an existing humiliation as the conversation continued to flow above your head— soon enough the women forgot about you as more desserts and colourful drinks were served

Meant the lighter your wallet felt, it didn't matter because you loved every throbbing second of it. 

You were becoming Laura's personal walking ATM machine. Disposable.

.   .   .

Sephora shopping sprees with a group of beautiful women sounds like a dream come true, especially when you've been dragged along by Laura every week– it wasn't a problem after the first month or so but she ignored your tiny protests to meet her despite her knowing you had work today. It's not as if she cared about you or your hard-on.

 Nothing stopped her from pressuring you to call in sick like a 'loser pig' while the invisible pressure belted around your neck squeezed pleasurably tighter as Laura verbally forced you to spend more than your consented limit.

Looks like you were going to have to cancel the restaurant reservations for your nieces and nephews or survive off the impending doom of pennies remaining in your bank account.

The only thing you couldn't cancel was the uncomfortably taunt and hardcore boner taped against your inner thigh. An order by Laura and her friends for shits and giggles. 

They never checked to see or asked if you really listened to their words. They didn't need to. 

You know they don't give a shit about you, the fact cementing itself pleasurably in your mind as none of your messages to your mistress received any replies. She only texts you the necessary details, nothing more and you loved it.

— 'Ashlee Avenue. Raven's spa. Tomorrow 4 PM.' 

'Yes, Madame.' The only appropriate response.

.   .   .

But there are unfortunate times where you've made her unhappy. Just to what extent, you were about to find out her wrath. 

On the pristine marble flooring of her bedroom in her shared penthouse. Her fiancè at the pool, lounging under the sun and barely batting an eye when you were ordered around. 

"I'll say this once nicely, piggy, since you're going to be MY pig and anything I own should have somewhat of a brain cell left in their pathetic skulls. Am I right?" Laura's voice viciously echoed in the large room, her auburn hair lit like an intimidating smouldering flame against the entirely white walls and decor.

"Y-Yes, Madame." Instantly you answer obediently.

"Good, good! See you're not so stupid, piggy… Understand this from now onwards, if you aren't making me happy or trying to, then I'm gonna have to be the big bad wolf and blow you away." Laura let out half a cackle at her own joke before collecting her composure and continuing, looking down her sharp nose at your dog seated position in plain judgement.

She slowly lowers herself to a deep squat, serious eyes levelling an inch right above yours as she leans in slightly close, wrinkling her nose at the 'stench' of your pathetic desperation to be fully hers. Her next words almost took you out of consciousness from the shock and pleasurable terror. 

"I'll blow your fucking reputation to the ground by posting about you attempting to fuck me, Mr Assistant manager, an engaged woman. You can say bye bye to your career and family if you even have any. The fucking point is, I'll destroy everything you're apart of and make sure your name is too ruined for you to get back up on your feet—" 

Laura cut herself off for a short intake of breath, playfully glaring at you as if you had tired her mouth. "So if I were you, unless you want your boss finding out about you trying to steal somebody's wife, be ready to oink whenever I call for you. It's simple instructions just like opening that big fat wallet of yours for me, don't you agree, little piggy?"

"Y..Yes—" Her glare narrowed on you in warning. "— Uh, oink. Oink!" 

Your brain must've fried itself on the high dosage of dopamine and horniness as you realised you were sounding out the words instead of making the actual noises a pig would. It was pathetic either way, your attempts too.

"Oh you can do better than that, I know you can." She tutted, smug in her absolute power over you. "But… practice does make perfect. Animals like you need to remember their place. Now next time oink louder, cheap piggy." 

For her, you did. 

🐖🐖🐖

Within the year, you've 20 000 dollars tributed to your Mistress. Everything was worth it but nobody could ever find out about the true degenerate that you are.

"Piggy piggy," a lazy beach-themed manicure hand beckons you to come closer on all fours towards the edge of the swaying hammock, the rough sand beneath grinding painfully into your bare knees and palms as you did your best efforts to oink despite the delicious exhaustion.

Laura admires her nails under the bright sunlight and barely acknowledged you, as your nose caught the faintest whiff of the expensive feminine perfume you've bought for her clinging onto her slightest tanned skin. "You still got your savings right?" 

"Oink oink oink!" You hoped your voice conveyed an eager 'yes.' 

"Good, good. You'd be even more useless to me if you're penniless so soon. I've drained one of your wallets high and dry huh?" She laughs without a care in the world, as she should.

"Oink oink!!!"

Yes, Mistress. 

End.

[yandere-daydreams]

What about a darling that goes to Simeón for help avoiding the brothers? I can see him being an infantilizing Yandere for sure!

I think there’d be a lot of resentment in Simeon that’s not really explored in the game, and I may’ve subconscious, accidentally, very purposefully tapped into that. He just thinks Lucifer and the others are so big, so bad, it’s the least he could do to help you out. Even if his assistance is a little more patronizing than it should be.

Title: Contaminate.

TW: Implied Physical Abuse, Infantilization, Non-Consensual Displacement, and Dehumanization

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Simeon liked to hold your hand.

It sounds sweet when you put it like that, doesn’t it? He liked being there to guide you, being there to lead you, guiding you through the trials of day-to-day life without ever letting his softened expression harden. It’d been a habit of his since the day the two of you met, when he found you crying on the doorstep of the House of Lamentation, took you by the wrist, and asked if you’d like him to see about having you moved to Purgatory Hall with the rest of the exchange students, rather than forcing you to face the demonic brothers on your own again. He’d taken you by the wrist as he showed you to your new room, kept an arm draped over your shoulders as he explained the extent of your discomfort to Lucifer, and even now, months after you’d been reduced to little more than a trembling pile of confusion and panic, you still found your fingers intertwined with Simeon’s as he walked ahead of you, attempting to find your next class before he sought out his own. You’d made the journey a thousand times before by yourself. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that you’d be able to make it again, but that was the thing about Simeon.

He really, really liked holding your hand.

But, he could never seem to bring himself to let go.

You couldn’t help but squirm as he came to a stop in front of your classroom, arriving at his destination but making no move to pull away. You didn’t try to, either, but it was hard not to avert your gaze, not to loosen your grip and shrink at the feeling of a hundred pairs of inhuman eyes prying into your back, your arms, the spot where your skin met his, the place where the helpless, magicless human clung to the kind, benevolent angel to protect them from all the big, bad evil-doers in the Devildom. You could never bring yourself to say that kind of thing outloud, not when Simeon had already done so much for you, but it was hard not to feel… patronized when he smiled and pushed slow, steady circles into the back of your hand with his thumb. When he treated you like the blind, naive devotee every demon in the realm thought you were.

But, you didn’t have to say anything. Simeon was good at that - telling when something was wrong, even when you did your best to shove down your worries and keep your thoughts to yourself. Even when you wished he’d do the same, for your sake, if nothing else. “Is something wrong, (Y/n)?”

“It’s nothing,” You assured, hardly thinking before you opened your mouth. And yet, a question was already playing on your tongue, more of a concern than anything. A nagging, gnawing anxiety, one that’d been bothering you more than it should’ve lately. “I’ve just been thinking,” You admitted, your gaze trailing downward, coming to focus on his chest and following the swirls of his golden pendant. “I should talk to Lucifer, or… one of his brothers, at least. They’re trying to be nice, and I’ve been treating them like monsters since I arrived.”

That earned a hum, a contemplative glance. As if you’d just suggested someplace to shop, or told him a piece of trivia he could barely pretend to find interesting. “There’s a council meeting tomorrow,” He said, giving your hand a light squeeze. “I’m sure waiting another day won’t be a further insult to their hospitality. We can talk to them--”

“Actually-” You didn’t mean to cut him off, but you couldn’t stop yourself. If you let him talk, if you let him sound rational and reasonable and convincing for any longer than you had to, you’d find yourself nodding along, unable to argue in fear of spoiling his shimmering, glass-thin sense of tranquility. Reflexively, you stiffened, your apology coming in the form of bent posture and a bitten lip, but Simeon only looked on, staying silent as you tried to find the right words to go on. “I mean, it’s not that I wouldn’t appreciate your help, but… I’m afraid he might be starting to feel like you’re talking for me. I don’t want to be the exchange student he dragged to hell just so I can hide behind whoever looks the least threatening.” You forced yourself to laugh, the sound coming out too uneven, too pitchy. Simeon chuckled, but it was more sympathetic than amused. More pitying than humored. “I should approach him on my own. If he was going to hurt me, he would’ve done it, by now. I should stop acting like he’s going to tear me apart as soon as I give them the opportunity.”

A that, he smiled, finally letting go of your hand. You were relieved for a moment, already moving to thank him for being so understanding, but his palm was on your cheek before you could, cupping your jaw, tilting your head back so delicately, it was little more than a suggestion, a hint at a change until your eyes met his and you couldn’t imagine ever being able to look anywhere else. You didn’t relax, but you thought you might be able to. You could, if he just--

“And what makes you think he won’t?”

Right, right. There it was.

You weren’t sure what you’d expected.

“Demons are dangerous, lovely. You have to understand that, they aren’t safe to be around, not for someone so breakable.” His smile was more genuine, now, his thumb idly tracing over the area under your eye. You tried to look away, tried to take a step back, but all it took was a tap to your chin and a slight, wordless coo to have you fixed in place, as silent and as still as any other member of his tempered, obedient little herd. “Lucifer may act charitable, but he still took you away from your home. He still removed you from the place you belong and brought you here, where you’re powerless, where you need to rely on the other exchange students. No one blames you for holding it against him.”

“I was scared,” You muttered, beginning to toy with the hem of your uniform’s sleeve. Anything that might distract you. “I don’t hate him, I don’t hate any of them, I was just--”

“You’re lying to yourself.” It wasn’t a question. It wasn’t an assumption. To Simeon, it was a fact, and there was nothing you could do to convince him otherwise, not when he was so sure that angels were good and those no longer worthy of holding the title weren’t. “See? This is what they do, this is what he does. He’ll work his way into your mind and he’ll make you believe things that aren’t true. Clearly, just being near him is starting to have an effect on you.” He clicked his tongue, his hand falling from your face. He took you by the crook of your arm, instead, hardly bothering to shake his head before he started to tug you away from your classroom, away from your peers, away from the prying eyes and the concerned glances and the poor influences, as Simeon so often called them. “Imagine how bad it’d be if I hadn’t intervened. We should get you back to your room now, before you do something you’ll regret.”

You opened your mouth, intent on arguing, on pushing him away, on telling him that you didn’t need his help, that you didn’t need anything badly enough to take being treated like a child who didn’t know the difference between a friend and a stranger. But, all it took was a glance over his shoulder for you to swallow down the words again, all that confidence swiftly replaced with seething, brewing, frustrating fear.

You still weren’t scared of Lucifer, you couldn’t be. Simeon never let you get close enough to have anything to be afraid of. Honestly, you might’ve preferred him over your current guardian, if you ever got the chance to see the other side.

You were sure you’d find a way to live with his ‘influence’, as long as his touch left fewer bruises than Simeon’s did.

[getitinbusan]

I've Got A Coupon (18+) 

Part 6 

Taehyung: Visit to the Toy Store 

 Warnings: 18+ consensual sexual poly relationships. Always swearing, Safe sex is implied. Don't read smut if you can't handle the 🍆💦

Words: 1340

Valentine’s Day, what do you give 7 men who already have everything?

Sitting down, you create a series of Love Coupons and place them in a bowl…

Erotic movie night

Massage with a happy ending

lap dance

Voyeur, look but don’t touch!

Naked Chef, dining al fresco

Trip to the sex shop

Location of your choice!

Calling them to the kitchen they each take a turn picking their present.

Series Masterlist

4:20 pm.

Tae: I swear if you're a minute late I'm going to be so mad. 

Y/N: Listen bitch, I'm ahead of schedule and outside your door. Why aren't you answering? 

Tae: I'm already IN the car, motors running, LETS GO!!

"Impatient much?"  he was already pulling away before you'd had a chance to do up your seatbelt.

"Y/N I don't think you know how excited I am"

"Ah, I think I do. You sent me like 10 messages yesterday." 

"I needed a plan! We have such a limited time to try so many things." 

Walking into the store he was like a kid in a candy shop. "So what are we after Tae? Are we looking for you or for me?" 

"I think we should just buy a bunch of stuff and see what we like best." 

He held up a large rabbit vibrator and smiled, "You should get this for when you miss me." 

You linked your arm through his and whispered, "I already have one. It's nice and all but you're bigger." 

His bashful boxy smile took over his face with pride. "So if the cock parts covered what about your clit? I read some good reviews about suckers?" He grabbed a pretty rose gold one from the shelf.

"I've never used one but I'm down for it." He threw it in the basket. 

"What about you? There's  Stokers...prostate massagers...a cock cage?" 

"Yes. Put them in the cart." 

"It's a good thing you're rich."

His face suddenly lit up. "What do you think about those?" he pointed. 

Following his finger you looked towards the bondage section. "For real?" 

He pulled down a pretty little black whip and tapped it into his palm, "Yes?" he cocked a brow mischievously. 

"Then hell yes."

Going your separate ways you each went around picking things for the other.

You stood at the lube table when you felt him behind you. His fingers made their way under your skirt pushing your panties aside.

"From the feel of things down here you wont need any of that. Hold still." 

You felt a push at your opening, he was sliding something inside you. "Tae, you can't just," it began to vibrate. 

"I can't just what? Because I think I can, and just did."

It stopped. Turning to look at him he held up a little remote so you could see it. "Sorry, I'm on a time limit and there's pleasure to be had." 

Finally making your way to the checkout the cashier eyed you both up and down. "Looks like a fun party." 

He shrugged nonchalantly, "Just a typical Sunday afternoon." 

Almost at the end, bags full, he threw the last empty box on the counter. 

"Oh, sorry sir this box is empty."

He glanced at you and winked. "Sometimes she just can't wait, it's embarrassing honestly." 

You looked at the cashier and shrugged, "He just doesn't understand how horribly inadequate he is."  

Grabbing his credit card she rolled her eyes. 

Laughing all the way to the car you were enjoying how relaxed Taehyung was. "You know, despite being a cocky shit you're pretty cute."

“Don’t forget sexy.” The vibrator came to life inside you, and agian at every red light on the way home. "I want you all worked up for me by the time we get back. Consider this foreplay." 

When you got back to his room you'd managed to clock in at 52 minutes. "We've got an hour and a half."

You tore your clothes off and dumped the bags all over the bed. "What do you want me to use?" 

He picked up the sucker, "This one. I've seen videos of girls squirting really hard with them. What do you want to use on me?" 

"I want that Prostate massager in your ass when you fuck me." 

"Excellent choice! Close your eyes and pick a lube." 

You ran a stream of lube up the massager. "Spread em" 

He bent over so you could insert the toy. His lack of questions and resistance clued you in to the fact that he was no stranger to ass play. "How's that, does it feel good?" 

His cock was twitching, answering yes, and it was too irresistible to keep your mouth off for another second.

Gripping his enormous length you wrapped your lips around him. He was so hard, an hour's worth of excitement built up like a pressure cooker ready to blow. He moaned, "So good." 

"You'd better not cum yet." 

"I don't know how long I can hold out. You'd better give me that pussy." 

On your hands and knees you backed yourself towards him. He slowly pulled out the vibrating egg and tossed it beside the bed. Lubing up the rim of the Satisfier he passed it to you. "Put it on your clit for me."

Pressing the button it came to life, little pulses of vibration surrounding your bud. "Oh fuck," you cried out. 

"Baby your pussy is already clenching you should see it. This is so hot." He lined himself up and slowly pushed into you with a moan. 

The sucker was too powerful, you kept taking it away when you got to close, edging yourself with it over and over. 

"Don't you want to cum?"

"No, I want more." 

"I was hoping you'd say that." 

He reached around your neck and buckled the leather collar. "Is that okay? It's not too tight?"

He hooked the leash on, "God you look so pretty like this. Can I take some pictures?" 

You could see the flash from the camera going off. He'd pause fucking you to take shots when his dick was stuffing you just right. Wrapping the leash around his hand he tugged gently pulling your head back instructing you to look at the lens. "I want your little pussy to squirt for me, can you do that?"  I want pictures of it so I can masturbate with that stroker later." 

Grabbing the tiny riding crop he flicked it across your ass cheek. Just a sting, enough to heighten all the other sensations. "Do you think you can take a plug?" 

All you could muster was a small "please." You hadn't reached your climax but the pleasure and stimulation were overwhelming your senses. 

His finger ran around the ring of muscle, "Medium I think." The cold metal made you recoil. His large hand grabbed your hip, fingers digging in holding you firm as he pushed it slowly into you. "

You're such a good little girl, taking it all." 

He was having fun caressing your ass cheek and praising you then whipping you with the crop all while dragging his excruciatingly large cock in and out. 

"I'm so close."

He yanked the leash. "I need you to put the sucker back on your clit. Behave for me, put it on high and don't take it off until this bed is soaked." 

You did as you were told. Whimpers lingered in the air as the Satisfier sucked the orgasm from your clit. Taehyung cried out as you clenched around him milking him for his load. Unable to hold it in any longer you signaled him with constant cries of "yes, yes," that he should have his camera ready. As the flashes went off a steady spray of liquid covered his bed. 

You both collapsed in a fit of giggles. "Wow." 

"Yeah." you struggled to catch your breath. 

"Come over here, the beds not wet on this part." Holding you against him for a few minutes you almost fell asleep. 

Jarred back to reality the alarm on your phone went off. "That sucks," he frowned. "I can't believe we didn't even get to use half the toys we bought." 

You pulled your clothes back on. "After what we just did, I'm pretty sure I'll be back." You gave him a big kiss and smiled, "Really soon." 

Part 7: Jungkook - Dirty Movie

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Light After Dark: Chapter Eleven

Summary: Brooke Harris was trying her best to be grateful. As the world tackled the COVID-19 pandemic, she was healthy and safe and so was the rest of her family, but her dreams had very quickly been crushed by the economic fallout. Trapped on the quaint island of Jersey with nothing, but free time to wallow in her mistakes, Brooke’s mental health was taking a hit, but when she collides with a handsome stranger she starts to realize that the future might not be so bleak and there might still be a light at the end of the tunnel.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC

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June. 14. 2020

Henry: Are you busy this evening?

Me: I'm never busy these days

Henry: That's not true. Sometimes you have plans with your family

Me: Fair point, but only because I never have a better offer 😉

Henry: Well, would you be interested in joining me for dinner tonight?

Me: Absolutely 😊

Henry: Great, I'll pick you up at six!

A quick glance at the clock told me that it was almost four now so I dragged myself off the couch and headed to the bathroom to shower and get myself date ready.

****

I walked into the kitchen at about quarter to six where Molly was doing some homework and Cassie was starting on dinner.

"Where are mum and dad?"

Cassie glanced up from the pot she was stirring.

"Just at the shop, picking up a few things we're low on," She informed me. "You look nice, any plans?"

The children took no time at all to rat us out at the party. It took less than fifteen minutes for one of them to spill the beans and force us into an awkward explanation in front of the group. The general consensus was that everyone was pleased for us though and it was nice to not have to hide anything.

"I'm going for dinner with Henry," I admitted. "He's picking me up in a few minutes."

"Ooh, very nice," She grinned. "Where are you going?"

"I don't know. Hopefully not a restaurant, I don't really feel comfortable with that yet even though I'm sure they're all taking precautions. I'll probably suggest we get takeaway and eat in the car or something."

"In the car?" Cassie laughed. "Surely on an island like this you could find somewhere more romantic than his car!"

"That's true," I smiled. "Anyway, I don't know what he has planned so we'll have to wait and see."

"Well, I'm very happy for you, Brooke."

I wrinkled my nose despite the smile on my face.

"Not necessarily much to be happy for at the moment, we're just....friends that kiss."

"Oh please," She rolled her eyes. "You're a couple. He's your boyfriend. You two just don't want to admit it."

I was about to argue, but my phone buzzed in my hand and a quick glance told me that it was Henry and he was outside.

"I have to go," I told her. "But he's not my boyfriend so don't go spreading any rumours."

"Oops, I already called TMZ."

I stuck out my tongue as she laughed at her own joke before grabbing my purse and heading for the door.

As soon as I got outside, my jaw dropped. The car sitting in our driveway probably cost more than my parent's house or at least came pretty close. He had the window rolled down and resting his elbow on the frame, leaning out with his sunglasses on in a way that was effortlessly sexy.

"Is this your car?!" I asked, still shocked by the sight.

"No, I stole it," He smirked. "Of course it's mine."

"Oh hush," I rolled my eyes. "It could belong to your dad or something."

"To be honest, it may as well. I can't take it off Jersey so he drives it more than I do."

A sly grin onto my face.

"Can I drive it?"

Henry chuckled, but shook his head.

"Nice try, but no."

"Why not?"

"Do you even have a license?"

I scoffed indignantly.

"Of course I do," I informed him. "I'm a great driver."

"I'm sure you are," He smirked. "But this isn't just any car."

I rolled my eyes, but relented.

"Alright, fine. If I'm not special enough to drive your car then I understand."

I pouted dramatically, but again, Henry just chuckled.

"Get in," He nodded his head to the passenger side. "And maybe I'll let you drive on the way home."

"Yay!" I squealed, clapping my hands as I hurried around the front of the car and got in. "Does it go really fast?"

Henry shot me a look as he reversed off the driveway.

"Questions like that will turn that maybe into a firm no."

"Fine, fine," I held up my hands in defeat. "I'll be careful. It is a great car though."

"I bought it with my first big pay cheque," He grinned proudly. "I was looking at something a little more reasonable, but my dad thought I should splash out and treat myself."

"He probably knew he'd be the one driving it most of the time," I smiled, earning a chuckle and a nod from Henry.

"You are probably right," He admitted. "So, would you like to know the plan for the evening?"

"Absolutely," I shifted slightly in my seat so I was facing him a bit more. "We're not going to a restaurant, are we? I don't want to ruin your plans, but I don't feel super comfortable with that yet."

"No, no restaurant," Henry assured me. "We're having a picnic."

"A picnic?" I smiled. "That's so romantic."

Henry glanced over quickly to shoot me a wink before turning his eyes back to the road.

"I do my best."

****

He drove us through the small little city down towards a beach, but not the same as the one we were at before. Most of the beach dwellers had gone home for the day as it was now getting into the evening so even though it was still warm and sunny, the beach wasn't at all crowded. Henry grabbed an authentic picnic basket and blanket from the boot of the car and slipped his hand in mine before leading us towards the sand. Once we'd found a nice little spot, he laid out the blanket and gestured for me to sit down.

"This is so cute," I gushed. "What a great idea!"

"I thought you might like it," He smiled, settling down next to me on the blanket. "It's safer than going out to eat and gives us more privacy than using either of our gardens."

"Oh god," I rolled my eyes. "My family would be spying out the window the entire time. Cassie and my mum have barely stopped talking about us since your family left the other day."

Henry laughed, shaking his head.

"My family have been a bit more subtle," He informed me. "But I did get a call from Charlie this morning asking about you so the news has obviously made it's way around already."

"And what did you tell him?"

I wasn't going to press the issue and make him tell me the details of a private conversation, but curiosity got the best of me and I couldn't help but ask.

"Oh, you know," Henry shrugged. "I told him that you're a baker and you make me delicious things to eat so I'm letting you hang around for now. And, of course, that you're hot so that's a bonus too."

I pulled a face and swatted his leg.

"You're so rude!"

"I'm kidding," He chuckled despite the pout that slid onto my face. "I told him that you're talented, smart, funny and gorgeous and that you've been a wonderful ray of sunshine to brighten my little lockdown life."

“Wow," I smiled, my cheeks burning from the unexpected compliments. "That's actually really sweet."

I could have sworn Henry's own cheeks looked a shade redder, but he simply shrugged.

"It's all true."

"Well, I don't want to get too cheesy, but I feel the same," I admitted. "I was feeling pretty hopeless when I first got here, but you've made my time here much more enjoyable than I anticipated it would be."

"I'm glad I could help," He smiled as I leaned against his shoulder.

He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me close, using his hand to gently tilt my face towards his before pressing his lips against mine. It was a soft, sweet kiss and despite the fact that it still seemed very surreal that our relationship reached this point, my heart was ready to burst out of my chest.  He was so tender for such a big, tough looking man and I appreciated the care and gentleness he showed in every romantic moment we'd shared so far.

I reluctantly pulled away as Henry's stomach growled rather loudly.

"Hungry, are you?" I giggled. "What did you make for dinner?"

"I didn't make it," He admitted, looking a little sheepish. "I picked it up from a local restaurant. I got a couple of sandwiches, crisps and fruit salad for dessert. They had cakes, but I thought it might ruin the mood if they're not up to your standard."

I leaned back, laughing as he unpacked the meal.

"It wouldn't have ruined the mood, I'm not a snob," I assured him. "It's nice to eat other people's baking sometimes, getting to reap the benefits without doing all the work."

"I'll remember that for next time," He smiled. "But I didn't want to chance it on our first date."

An ear to ear grin slid onto my face at that comment.

"Is that what this is? Our first date?"

"Was that not clear?" Henry smirked at me and I shrugged as he handed me a can. "How about a toast to honour the occasion?"

I glanced down at the can and saw it was wine as he pulled out a beer for himself.

"To us," I smiled, cracking open the can. "To light growing in dark places."

"Very poetic," Henry teased, gently knocking his can against mine. "To us."

I sipped my drink before investigating the can a bit closer.

"Were they sold out of champagne?"

Henry chuckled as he passed me one of the sandwiches and a napkin.

"No, but I didn't want to get too carried away since I'll have to drive us home," He informed me. "Why? Do most of your first dates start with champagne?"

"Oh yes, definitely. In fact, I normally insist on it," I laughed, my words filled with sarcasm. Henry playfully rolled his eyes as I took a bite of my sandwich, swallowing before I elaborated. "I'm just kidding. Honestly, I haven't really dated in a long time."

Henry raised an eyebrow, looking unconvinced.

"No? I'm surprised you're not fighting men off left and right."

"Definitely not," I smiled, shaking my head. "But I don't really put myself out there to give them the chance. My last relationship ended a few years ago and I dated a little after that, but I find the whole process quite tedious."

"Well, I hope you haven't found it tedious with me!"

"No, no, of course not," I rushed to assure him. "But it was different with us. We met and just enjoyed spending time together until it became more. After my ex and I broke up a couple of years ago, I realized that these days it's mostly dating apps and going out with someone you've only seen a picture of and I just can't be bothered with that. It seems so awkward."

"Fair enough," Henry nodded. "Why did you and your ex break up? If you don't mind me asking."

"No, not at all," I smiled. "He's gay. He was raised in a super religious family so it took him a long time to come to terms with it so we were together for almost two years before he finally decided he couldn't hide it anymore."

"That must have been a shock.."

"It was," I admitted. "It was a pretty hard time, but we're still good friends now and I'm glad he's comfortable being who he really is. I was upset at the time, but after I calmed down I realized how hard it was for him. Besides, it wasn't like he didn't love me, he just loved me in a different way."

"That's very understanding of you," Henry observed. "A lot of people would probably be more resentful."

"Probably," I shrugged. "But he can't change who he is so there's no point in holding a grudge. What about you? Any vengeful exes I should be aware of?"

"No, none of them are vengeful," He laughed. "Most of my break-ups were pretty amicable. I actually worked with my most recent ex, Lucy, on the Witcher. She's a stunt woman so our paths have crossed a few times and there's no bad blood there."

"That's good," I smiled. "I think it's nice when people still get along after a split. Obviously you cared for that person at one point so I always think it's such a shame when relationships deteriorate to the point where you can't even stand to be in the same room as the other person."

"I agree," Henry nodded. "Fortunately, most people I've dated have shared that outlook. I wouldn't say that I'm friends with any of them, but I don't think many would cross the street to avoid me."

"Good," I sipped my wine. "I find men who leave a trail of broken hearts behind them very off putting. I'm too old to chase around after a player."

"A player?" Henry chuckled. "That sounds like something I no longer have the energy to be so we're on the same page there."

I was already fairly certain that was true. I hadn't seen much evidence of Henry playing games or stringing me along as was so common in dating these days from both men and woman, but it was always good to have a bit of reassurance. While some people shied away from discussing their previous relationships, I'd always found being open and honest about it prevented any conflict or surprises later on.

****

We continued talking chatting as we ate our dinner and had just settled on Henry's life growing up on the island as we finished.

"So," I started, turning to face him. "If we were here and none of this virus stuff was happening, what would be your favourite places that you would have to show me?"

"Hmm, that's a good question," Henry pondered. "I definitely would have taken you to that look out point we went to, but I also would have made sure we visited Durrell Zoo."

"Oh, is that the one you do charity work for?"

Henry smirked, shaking his head.

"You need to stop googling me."

"Hey!" I protested. "You told me that yourself!"

"Did I?" He didn't seem convinced, but it was the truth. "Well, yes, it is. They're a great organization, but I also have fond memories of going there when I was a boy so it's nice to share it with other people."

"That's really sweet," I smiled. "Is it your favourite place on the island?"

"It's definitely one of them," He nodded. "But I'd also take you there if it was open."

He pointed into the distance and I followed his finger with my gaze.

"Is that a castle?" I asked, shielding my eyes from the sun to get a better look.

"It is," He smiled. "Gorey Castle or lé Vièr Châté. It was built in 1212 and was used for the defence of the island. It's really interesting, there's lots of little towers and secret rooms. And just thinking that it's been there for over eight hundred years makes it quite an experience."

"That's really cool," I agreed. "So many people must have wandered through there over the years, even before it was just used as a historical monument."

"Exactly," Henry nodded. "It's fascinating! The stories those walls could tell if they could speak would be enthralling."

Henry's eyes shined with intrigue at the thought and I couldn't help, but smile at the sight.

"You like history, don't you?"

"I do," He admitted, looking somewhat sheepish. "I find it really interesting just thinking about everything that's happened and how it's created and shaped the world we know today."

"It is interesting," I agreed. "You must have loved working on the Tudors."

"I did!" Henry smiled. "I would love to do more period pieces if the opportunity arose. There's plenty of people whose stories deserve to be told."

"It's really cool that you're so passionate about it," I mused. "Not to be rude, but I don't think many people expect someone who looks like you to be interested in things that are sometimes considered to be nerdy or uncool. It's refreshing."

"People tell me that a lot," He chuckled. "But I am who I am. I love video games, fantasy novels and history. Just because I also enjoy staying in shape and exercising and because I have to look a certain way for some roles, that doesn't change."

"And it shouldn't," I insisted. "I think that people just always need to fit everyone into one specific box, but that isn't realistic. Nerds can be hot too."

Henry tossed his head back laughing before nodding in agreement.

"Yes, yes they can," He grinned, filling me with a kind of pride at being the one to make him look so happy. "Speaking of staying in shape, was yoga something that came naturally to you or have you just become more flexible over time?"

I tilted my head questioningly, wondering where his query came from until he pointed at my legs. At some point in our conversation I'd crossed my legs and then pulled my feet up on top of my knees. The stretch felt nice and I hadn't even thought that to some people it was an unusual way to sit.

"Oh, I definitely became more flexible over time," I informed him. "I was so stiff when I first started, I couldn't even touch my toes. It's amazing how fast your body adjusts though. Now the stretches that used to be quite a strain are just naturally comfortable."

"I really should try it," Henry sighed. "I may be strong, but I am not flexible."

My face lit up as I got an idea.

"Do you want to try it? I'm not a teacher or anything, but I could show you a few moves!"

Henry hesitated at first, but then nodded.

"Alright, yeah," He agreed. "Let's give it a go."

"Great!" I smiled, pushing myself up to my feet. "Why don't you watch me the first time and then do it with me after?"

"Sure," Henry agreed, looking amused by my enthusiasm.

"Okay, I'll keep it super simple."

I moved off the blanket and onto the sand, standing so he got a sideways view. I reached my arms up above my head, enjoying the stretch before slowly bringing my hands down to the sand in front of me letting my weight fall forward to stretch my back. After pausing there for a moment, I stretched back up once more before leaning back down and planting my hands in the sand. I stepped my feet back until I was in downward facing dog.

"Following along so far?"

I turned my head to the side as I rocked my feet back and forth a bit to see Henry's reaction.

"I am," He nodded with a smirk. "But I think I'd appreciate a different angle..."

I stuck my tongue out despite my cheeks reddening at his flirty observation and turned my attention back to what I was demonstrating.

I lifted my left leg up behind me before bringing it under my body and planting my foot between my hands. Once I had my balance, I raised up and lifted my hands above my head, holding for a moment before lowering down and repeating it on the other side. After that, I lowered from downward dog into plank and hopped my feet forward before standing.

"Ta-da!"

"Well done," Henry clapped, standing up. "You'll have to direct me as we go, I don't think I can remember it all."

"That's fine," I smiled as he came to stand next to me. "So start by stretching your arms up..."

I led him through the first part, only glancing over at him once we were in downward dog. I giggled at the sight.

"Your hamstrings are tight," I observed. "Ideally, your heels should be flat on the ground."

Henry looked down between his arms towards his feet.

"They're not that far off," He protested. "But what's next?"

I guided him through the rest of it which he, unsurprisingly, handled with ease. He smiled proudly as we landed back on our feet and my heart melted at the sight.

"Good job!" I praised. "Now, do you want to see my favourite part of a yoga practice?"

He eyed me suspiciously.

"Is it some super tricky move that I'll never be able to do?"

"No," I giggled. "It's probably the easiest."

I moved back to the blanket, lowered myself to the ground and laid flat on my back with my hands by my side. Henry watched for a moment.

"Is that it?"

"It is," I confirmed with a smile. "It's called Shavasana."

My eyes were closed, but I felt Henry lay down next to me and he slid his hand into mine as he did. I bit back a smile, relaxing as we stayed like that for at least a few minutes.

"It's very calming," Henry commented. "But I can think of a position that I would find more enjoyable..."

"You can?"

As soon as the question came out of my mouth, his hand slipped out of mine and I felt his body move until it was hovering over me. I let my eyes drift open then to see his smiling face just inches above my own. I sighed happily as I moved my hands from the blanket to wrap my arms around his broad shoulders.

"This is a better position..."

Henry simply smirked before lowering his head until our lips collided. My mind went blank in the most blissful way, it was like the world around us disappeared. The weight of his strong body above me was a new sensation and one that added to the thickening atmosphere around us. The way his back muscles tensed as my hands roamed over them, tracing them through his shirt as they fought to keep him steady above me and the way he moaned just slightly as I lightly nipped at his bottom lip was almost too much for me to handle. I let my hands weave into his hair as our tongues clashed, but as I lifted my leg, hooking it around his hip in a desperate attempt to get us even closer together, he pulled away, resting his forehead against mine.

"I'm sorry," He sighed, breathing heavily. "We have to stop."

I let my foot fall back against the blanket, my cheeks reddening as I realized how carried away I'd gotten and how it would look to anyone else on the beach.

"Sorry," I mumbled shyly. "I got a bit lost in the moment."

Henry chuckled and bent his head to peck my lips again before rolling over and sitting next to me.

"You don't need to be sorry," He assured me. "I thoroughly enjoyed every second, perhaps a bit too much, but if we kept going I'm not sure I'd have the willpower to stop and getting caught having sex on the beach would not be a good look for Superman..."

I couldn't help, but laugh at that as I sat up next to him.

"No, I imagine it wouldn't be," I agreed. "It wouldn't be a great look for me either really even though I'm sure no one would blame me for being powerless to resist you."

"I think it would be the other way around," He argued. "You're the irresistible one here."

"Hardly," I playfully rolled my eyes. "I've read the comments on your Instagram, they're much more juicy than the ones on mine."

"That's a good thing," Henry smiled. "Or I'd have to make some big romantic post about you to stake my claim."

"You have a claim, do you?" I raised an eyebrow. "I know you like history, but you don't need to go all caveman on me."

"Is that caveman behaviour? It's probably more something a knight would do."

"No, if you were a knight you would joust for me," I teased. "And that is something I wouldn't mind seeing."

"Well, I do have some skill on horseback," Henry admitted. "But jousting is a bit dangerous for my taste."

"Do you actually?" I asked, suddenly intrigued. "Know how to ride a horse, I mean."

"Of course!" Henry looked at me like I was crazy. "I rode one in the Witcher, did I not?"

"Sure," I shrugged. "But not for very long. I assumed they stuck you on a really tame one for just long enough to get the shot."

He laughed at that suggestion, but shook his head.

"No, I spent a lot of time bonding with that horse and I can ride very well," He insisted. "I can take you sometime if you're interested? I know the owner of one of the stables on the island quite well."

Excitement buzzed in my stomach at the thought. I'd always loved horses, but riding lessons were expensive and not in our budget when I was a child.

"That would be great!" I grinned. "I'd love to!"

"Perfect," Henry nodded. "I'll call them and see what I can sort out, but for now, I should get you home before you freeze."

I was hoping Henry hadn't notice the shivers that had been running through me since the loss of his body heat, but as the sun was starting to set my thin long sleeved shirt and shorts weren't cutting it. I reluctantly nodded and he rose to his feet before holding out his hand for me. Once the blanket was folded, he took my hand and we started off towards the car when I remembered what he'd said at the start of our date.

"Do I get to drive us home?!"

Henry looked nervous as his eyes flicked over to me.

"Do you promise to drive slowly and not scrape anything?"

"Of course," I smiled. "I promise to drive more carefully than ever before."

He gave it another moment of thought before sighing and handing me the keys. I cheered and practically dragged him back to the car as I ran towards it eagerly, thinking that this was probably the best date that I had ever been on.

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hey y’all. let’s talk about shipping, shall we?

the general consensus when it comes to shipping is that we thrive off the scenarios of our favorite characters finding that special someone in their life to love, cherish, and make good memories together. who doesn’t like that? shipping is fun because characters can grow whether for better or for worse but at the end of the day. shipping requires chemistry with both muns and muses - i’m sure you can see where this conversation is heading, forceshipping and following people purely for the sake of ships.

no one likes it when a complete stranger comes up to them and automatically assumes that they’ll get what they want. especially when the mun doesn’t know who you are, you can’t just assume something of someone, it’s unfair to them, and you, in the process, upset yourself when you’re turned down. you have to respect them and their muse, even when they say they love shipping, there is and always will be the underlying tone of ‘ but i must know you to ship with you ‘. respect that, and this isn’t me saying that writing solely for ships is a bad thing. but some people see it as a turn off purely because it makes the writer seem as if that’s all their muse is to you.

a lot of the time when people say this, they ship with everyone and all types of muses, which, again, isn’t bad! but there are those who had dealt with these things so much in the past that it’s caused issues for them. myself included, this has happened many times and sometimes, people feel as if they’re just some other ... i hate saying this, collectible for someone’s shelf. you have to be respectful in these cases especially because it’s something that many people nowadays heavily dislike. 

i write a muse that is very popular, and many love especially in the shipping sense. i write a muse many people reduce to nothing but shipping material. i’ve had people cut ties with me because i turned them down for a ship when i honestly said, ‘ i don’t see a ship happening because we haven’t done anything yet. ’, or when i ship with someone and those with a similar muse unfollow me right after when they find out. i’ve had people remove me from discord and block me because i wouldn’t change who my raihan is for the sake of their wants. it’s disgusting, and it’s rude to me as a person when i don’t cave to another person’s desires. i’ve had people meet me for 2 minutes and then try to force their ocs on me, i’ve had people ramble on and on about shipping w me romantically when i didn’t even know what their names were, i’ve had people do this to me in .5 seconds. don’t do that to people, you make them uncomfortable.

an instance that many will probably point out is the quickest a certain ship on my blog happened and to be frank, hours, and hours, and HOURS, of chatting happened. a lot of what ifs, and a lot of chatting to learn more about me and a friend of mine happened. we knew each other WAY before they returned to tumblr, i in fact, knew them before they returned to tumblr in a way that we were at least on a name basis. we already knew our interests, we already knew what we enjoyed talking about and the beat we spoke was comfortable for us to keep a good conversation going and now they’re one of my closest friends in this community and we’re pretty much hip buddies.

get to know the mun, i promise you it won’t kill you to put your shipping endeavors on the backburner. make a friend before you try to dive in headfirst with these types of things. you’ll learn more about who you’re writing with, the take of their muse and the way they operate. be mindful of the boundaries and i promise you, more people would be inclined should you extend that olive branch. but you can’t take it personally when someone says no to a ship for whatever reason. that’s unfair to the writer and puts you in a bad light.

[stark-tony]

If you’re doing fic rec requests, I’d love to see one with future peter! College, adulthood, future relationships, avengers leader, anything!

here you go!

* = incomplete

Sweet Stories and Gentle Goodnights series* by frostysunflowers

summary: 

pairings: michelle/peter

tags: fluff, humor, angst

warnings: character death

I Never Lived ‘Til I Lived In Your Light series* by losingmymindtonight

summary: 

pairings: none

tags: fluff, angst

warnings: character death

Easy Come, Easy Go by losingmymindtonight

summary: Tony Stark spends a lifetime waiting for Peter Parker to leave.But the kid stays. He always stays.

pairings: none 

tags: angst

warnings: character death

built from scraps by peterstank

summary: “Everybody needs someone. That’s what you said, right?” Pepper meets his eyes and he’s struck by the way she’s almost pleading. “We both lost. We can help each other.”

Her hand, palm up and open, stretches into the space between them.

 Peter hesitates.

Then he takes it.

 or: the one where tony was dusted instead of peter, so he and pepper try to figure out the whole ‘family’ thing together. 

(oh, and it turns out that the man who died in peter’s arms on an alien planet is his biological father. who knew, right?)

pairings: pepperony, michelle/peter

tags: angst, fluff

warnings: abuse

Allston Christmas by Gruoch

summary: “You guys didn’t have to do this,” Peter says from where he sits squeezed into the middle seat of the U-Haul, sweat running down his back. The air-conditioning in the truck they’ve rented is broken, and even with the windows rolled down it’s hellishly hot inside. “Really. I could have handled it myself.”

“We wanted to,” Tony replies as he blasts the horn at a minivan with a “Harvard Mom” bumper sticker that is attempting to cut into his lane. “It’s like a little trip down memory lane. It’s nostalgic—it’s gonna be fun. Right, Rhodey?”

“Absolutely,” Rhodey agrees, with all the enthusiasm of a man being lead to the gallows.

pairings: none

tags: fluff, humor

warnings: none

failure’s a stranger we all dream about by searchingforstars

summary: Peter’s professors all seem to know Tony. Instead of calling Peter out for turning in the odd piece of homework late or getting distracted in class like they might do for anyone else, they give him pats on the back in hallways and tell him fondly that, “Tony must be so proud of you, following in his footsteps.”

Tony wouldn’t be, though. Not if he knew how much effort Peter was having to put in to keep his head above the water.

He just wants Tony to be proud of him.

He has to work harder - that’s the only way.

–

or, Peter’s college workload and anxiety makes him worry that maybe he’s not good enough for Tony.

pairings: none

tags: hurt/comfort

warnings: none

Only Time* by losingmymindtonight

summary: On Titan, Peter Parker survives the Stone’s twisted lottery. Back on Earth, Pepper Potts and May Parker do not.Tony is still left with a shattered world, trying desperately to build something in the wreckage.And the universe is still mourning. It is still seeking revenge.In the end, we will always end up here.

pairings: pepperony

tags: hurt/comfort

warnings: none

Irreconcilable by sahiya

summary: “We’ll still be friends, right?” she said, frowning at him over slightly grainy video on his phone. “We said we’d always be friends.”

It sounded unexpectedly plaintive, coming from her. Peter swallowed. We’ll always be friends had seemed easy to promise back in August. It was harder now, with the sting of rejection so fresh. She’d tried to tell him that it was about her, about how she had changed, but he knew it was about him, too. He wasn’t what she wanted.

 “Yeah,” he said dully. “Yeah, of course.”

pairings: michelle/peter

tags: hurt/comfort

warnings: none

The Hoodie™ by coconutknightshade

summary: The one in which Tony overhears Peter telling his roommate that the MIT hoodie he’s wearing is his dads.The one in which Peter never plans to call Tony ‘dad’ to his face but the universe has other plans.

pairings: pepperony, happy/may

tags: fluff

warnings: none

You’ll Be Here (in My Heart) by seekrest

summary: The morning that Tony’s life changed forever began as his days usually began now — shuffling into the kitchen half asleep, going through the motions as he searched for Pepper’s favorite coffee mug.

Tony stifled a yawn, grabbing the Black Panther novelty mug she adored while he grabbed one that Morgan had made them years ago - one that made her now cringe with embarrassment anytime she saw him use it, the childish scribbles that made him laugh.  

He sets Morgan’s creation down on the countertop as he reaches for the Black Panther mug, it being just barely out of reach for when Pepper has put it last.

“Damn thing.” Tony mutters to himself, fingers barely brushing against it before he grabs it - going to set it down on the counter only to be surprised when Pepper walks in from the bedroom, an unreadable expression on her face.

“Morning. You know, you and I need to have a talk about about your choice of mugs. I know T’Challa somehow perfected the cup warmer thing here but you could at least show a little—“

“Michelle’s in labor.”

pairings: none

tags: angst

warnings: none

An MIT Halloween by bethy_277

summary: Coming to MIT had been difficult, having almost lost his mentor when he had snapped to save the entire universe, and Peter had really struggled. If it hadn’t been for Ned and Harley- who he had met shortly after he came back and become good friends with- he didn’t think he would have made it past the first few weeks at school. He had called both May and Tony that first week, hysterical and begging to come back to New York. May had been patient, Tony had been ready to get in his car to drive to him to help him through it, and Harley and Ned had been there and talked him down both times.  

**Peter is a college student at MIT and Tony brings Morgan up for some trick-or-treating.

pairings: none

tags: fluff

warnings: none

287 Miles by imgoingtocrash

summary: There’s a long list of things that Tony would rather be doing at six in the morning that don’t involve carrying his seven year old daughter across MIT’s campus in his pajamas and a hoodie from the university that’s older than the student he’s visiting.

However, when Peter calls in the middle of a Wednesday night, Tony answers. That’s the gig, the only one left that matters now that he’s out of the superhero game.

The Great Tony Stark: father/father-figure of two, cares about working for SI when the mood strikes or his wife asks, savior of the universe, otherwise retired at the ripe old age of fifty-four.

Peter calls from MIT in a state of panic. Tony shows up with Morgan in tow, and only kind of makes a big deal out of the whole situation.

pairings: none

tags: fluff

warnings: none

The beauty that she brings by Gruoch

summary: Peter puts a hand on Tony’s shoulder and leans in close, his expression wide-eyed and solemn. “Can you keep a secret?”

“Honestly?” Tony makes a face. “No, I can’t. I really struggle with impulse control and running my mouth when I shouldn’t.”

***

or, old man builds family, lives happily ever after

pairings: michelle/peter, pepperony

tags: fluff, humor

warnings: non-consensual drug use

The Gift by Gruoch

summary: “Dad!” Morgan says, bursting into the room. “Dad—the baby’s on the ceiling.”

“The baby’s on the what now?” Tony asks, getting up to follow her into the living room.

Morgan points up at the ceiling, where baby June is happily crouched upside-down above their heads, offering them a gummy grin.

Tony looks up at her, hands on his hips. June looks back down at him and babbles nonsensically, clearly delighted with her fresh perspective on the world.

“Hm,” Tony says, rubbing a finger over his mustache as he assesses the situation. “Alright, no problem. I’ll get her down—go grab me a broom.”

“Dad!” Morgan says, scandalized. “You can’t just whack the baby off the ceiling with a broom.”

**

Or, Peter stresses, Tony schemes, and baby Jones-Parker keeps everyone on their toes.

pairings: none

tags: fluff, humor

warnings: none

And You’re Miles Away by losingmymindtonight

summary: College is scary, even for teenage superheros.

pairings: none

tags: hurt/comfort

warnings: none

This B.S. Better Be Worth It* by losingmymindtonight

summary: Originally, Tony’s plan had been to just surprise Peter with the fact that he would be on campus for a semester.He’d never actually expected Peter to sign up for his class.

pairings: none

tags: fluff, humor

warnings: none

Magic Tree House: Spiders at Sunrise by ciaconnaa

summary: "Trust me, you’ll have so much more fun here,“ Peter tells his daughter. “You get to play with Gerald, swim with Morgan, garden with Pepper -”

“- build a toy airplane with me,” Tony adds.

Peter’s eyes grow comically wide. He lets out a loud, dramatic, shout of anguish before he takes a few steps over and collapses onto the rug, AJ still pressed close to his chest. She starts shrieking with laughter at his theatrics. “No way! A toy airplane?! Tony builds the best stuff! I’m so jealous.”

or;

When MJ needs to study for school and Peter needs to do Official Spidery Things, their daughter gets to stay at Tony’s for a week, much to his delight. They do fun things like eating ice cream and watching movies. They also fall out of a tree house, but that part isn’t so fun.

pairings: none

tags: fluff

warnings: none

Candle in the Window  by madasthesea

summary: Finals are over and Peter just wants to go home. The weather has other ideas.

pairings: none

tags: hurt/comfort

warnings: none

snapshot  by ciaconnaa

summary: When Tony gets a call at 4am from Peter, he assumes it’s an emergency.

This thought is reinforced when, upon picking up the call, Peter announces, “Hi, I have an emergency.”

or;

Tony suffers a major blood pressure drop, Peter bakes a birthday cake that looked like it was bitten by a radioactive spider, and the two of them look at photos from a time capsule.

pairings: michelle/peter

tags: fluff

warnings: none

a sticky situation by ciaconnaa

summary: “Hey, Tony, look what I can do!”

Of all the things he expected in the grand adventure that is babysitting Peter’s daughter, Tony did not expect to turn his head to find the kid stuck to the ceiling.

Like father, like daughter, it would seem.

pairings: none

tags: fluff, humor

warnings: none

christmas eve car-rides by transpeterp

summary: tony picks peter up from college to get him home in time for christmas;fluff ensues

pairings: none

tags: fluff

warnings: none

[artificialqueens]

And Now You're Mine (branjie) - writworm42

A/N: Halloween smut for Barbie, I hope y'all enjoy it! Title is from I Put A Spell On You from Hocus Pocus. Happy Halloween!!

Also, DO NOT TAKE MY FICS AS FACTS. I have never been to a play party and did virtually no research on what they’re like beyond what I already knew about them (again, v little). I cannot guarantee it’s an accurate representation.

People in Vanessa and Brooke’s friend group often say that Halloween is Christmas for four groups of people: drag performers, closeted trans folks, cosplayers, and kinksters. Vanessa can’t deny it; even if for the kink community, that Christmas is held strictly behind closed doors, there’s no better occasion for a private sex party than a holiday where you’re supposed to dress up, party, and get freaky anyway. Plus, Halloween means cheap and easy-to-find costume options that either round out outfits perfectly, or give folks a budget-friendly way to look into whole new roleplays.

But the best part of the Halloween parties Brooke and Vanessa frequent, the real reason they make such an effort every year on Halloween night, is the opportunity to see and be seen. To show themselves off, and let everyone in the community see how well they work together, how good they are at what they do.

The kind of care Vanessa takes of her dear, darling sub, who gives herself up to Vanessa and trusts her right back.

And hey, the bonus fun of consensual public sex is never a bad thing, either.

“Are you ready to go, kitten?” Vanessa calls out to the bedroom, where Brooke has been getting ready for the last ten or so minutes. “Come out and show mommy your costume.”

When Brooke emerges from behind the bedroom door, even the fact that Vanessa bought the costume for Brooke doesn’t stop her breath from leaving her lungs in one quick, deep huff. Brooke is dressed as an angel, her body a vision in a white corset and panty set dripping with faux-crystals and framed in lace. A pair of light, feathery wings extend from Brooke’s back, and height of her heels and the halo perched atop her head stretch her height such that she looks twice Vanessa’s size.

It makes Vanessa all the more excited to bring Brooke down on her knees, but she restrains herself, knowing that that will come later.

But first, they’ve got to get out the door, a task that’s proving very difficult for Vanessa as she continues to take in the sight before her.

“So pretty for me, angel.” Vanessa strides forward, tracing her hands along Brooke’s sides and smiling as the blonde shivers at the feeling. “So done up, so pure…” she lowers her hands to grab at Brooke’s ass, squeezing hard, and laughs when Brooke lets out a half-squeak, half-moan in surprise and pleasure.

“What a shame I can’t keep you lookin’ like this all night.” Vanessa cranes up on her tip-toes to whisper in Brooke’s ear, still kneading the flesh of her ass. “See, I just love wrecking pretty little things, and you’re so perfect, how could I resist? But that’s okay–you like it, don’t you, angel? Want me to make you all dirty?”

Brooke moans again, and Vanessa takes the opportunity to bite down on the nape of her neck before letting go of her, pushing away from her with a sly grin.

“Now, put on your long coat, baby, let’s get going.”

–

House of Chachki’s annual Halloween play party is nothing short of legendary in the local kink scene, and it’s a reputation that’s well-deserved. The organizer, Violet, rents a manor house every year and always decks it to the nines, carefully designing the place to have something for virtually everyone. There’s always a plethora of toys and gear left out for use and plenty of clean surfaces to hang from, be tied against, or be trapped in. Floors are usually accessible by elevator, with the upstairs rooms dedicated to private play for those who prefer it and the downstairs floor always converted into an aftercare space. It’s a kinkster’s wonderland, and something that Brooke and Vanessa look forward to every year.

“Hold on one second, baby.” Vanessa grabs Brooke’s wrist as Brooke tries to slide out of their car’s passenger seat, ready to enter the party.

“What?” Brooke sits back down, and Vanessa can tell she’s already trying to keep down a pout. A quick, sharp glare wipes the expression right off of Brooke’s face, though, and Vanessa softens.

“I have something for you.” Vanessa smiles, turning away from Brooke for a moment to lean down under the driver’s seat, emerging a moment later with a small package wrapped in black-and-orange jack-o-lantern paper.

Brooke squeals with delight, and Vanessa can’t help but laugh as Brooke claps and tears at the paper eagerly, her eyes widening and giggles giving way to an almost awe-struck gasp as she opens the box underneath the wrapping paper to reveal a lacy white collar fit with a golden tag that reads ‘ mommy’s little angel ’ and attached to a long, white leash. White cuffs stoned with the same shining jewels as Brooke’s corset lay underneath the first present, and Brooke doesn’t bother even trying to contain her glee as she pulls them from the box, running her thumbs along the gems and feeling the plush lining on the inside.

“They’re beautiful, mommy,” Brooke leans forward and kisses Vanessa gratefully. “Thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome, kitten.” Vanessa kisses Brooke back, watching with affection as Brooke leans forward for more, her long lashes fluttering closed. “Now turn around and let’s get you ready to go inside, yeah?”

Brooke walks into the house led by Vanessa on her new leash, her hands cuffed behind her back and a demure smile on her face.

There’s a certain amount of pride for Vanessa in leading Brooke around and showing off how beautiful, obedient, and all-around wonderful her wife is. It’s not just that Brooke does what Vanessa asks, either; it’s that she does it enthusiastically, sometimes without even needing to hear the command, and enjoys it just as much as Vanessa does.

They spot their friends immediately, and without prompting, just like they’d discussed beforehand, Brooke kneels down onto the floor as Vanessa talks with the other doms, held by her leash as she listens and occasionally, when allowed, participates.

“She’s such a good girl, Vanj, so obedient.” A’keria praises, and Vanessa beams. “Can I pet her?”

“As long as she’s okay with it.” Vanessa nods. “What d’you think, baby girl, can auntie Kiki show you what a good girl you’re being?”

Brooke nods, looking down at the floor shyly, as A’keria kneels down and pets her hair, cooing out compliments and words of encouragement that make Brooke blush. Vanessa can’t help but smile, either; as much as she likes to keep Brooke all for herself, she can’t deny that the older woman deserves all the praise she can get, and if it’s from their friends, then why not?

“Honestly, wish I could get Silk to be half as good for me whenever she’s subbing.” A’keria rolls her eyes. “I swear, girl says she’s a switch like me but even when she’s bratting around it feels like she wants to dom. Thank Lord we agreed on doin’ some free play tonight, she’s off doin’ God knows what and I ain’t gotta worry ‘bout her.” All three of them laugh.

“I swear, Kiki,” Vanessa chuckles as they all begin to settle, “I don’t know how you and Silk do it. I couldn’t share Brooke if I wanted to.”

A’keria shrugs. “Poly ain’t for everyone. Besides,” the ghost of a grin appears on her face, “We all know how possessive you both like bein’.”

More laughter, and the conversation continues, moving from topic to topic and person to person until it seems they’ve greeted almost everyone at the party. They’re about to shoulder their way over to say hello to Violet and her sub, Pearl, when suddenly, Brooke stops, clinging to Vanessa’s arm and whining.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Vanessa frowns, bringing a hand over to where Brooke’s nails dig into her skin and stroking the back of the blonde’s hand gently. “You okay?”

“Um… Yeah.” Brooke sighs, letting go of Vanessa. “Sorry, I’m… No, I’m okay, it’s fine.”

Somehow, though, the way her eyes flit around the room is unconvincing, and so Vanessa holds her a little closer until they finally find who they’re looking for. Vanessa is just asking Violet how she’s doing when suddenly, she feels something squeeze around her leg, something that shakes and grips tightly and whines with anxiety.

“Baby, seriously, what’s going on?” Vanessa looks down at Brooke’s shuddering body, speaking a little more firmly now in the hopes that a sterner tone will elicit the truth from the other woman. And it works, to a certain point–Brooke looks up at her, fear and anxiety in her eyes telling her that she’s not okay, before she burrows her face into Vanessa’s thigh, letting out a high-pitched, plaintive whine.

“I think you’ve got company.” Violet taps Vanessa on the shoulder and points her attention away from Brooke, gesturing over to the crowd around them, where a man leers at Brooke, smirking and gradually moving closer, as the throng of people allows. He catches a glimpse at Vanessa and grins, an air of condescending dismissal in his eyes as he sets his sights back on Brooke, licking his lips.

Oh Hell no.

“Who the fuck is that?” Vanessa asks sharply, not taking her eyes off of the man for a second as she reaches down to pull her wife closer, giving her shoulder a comforting squeeze.

“Never seen him before.” Pearl, who had been kneeling on the floor with Brooke, shrugs as she shuffles closer, looking up at Vanessa for permission before she sidles up beside the blonde, laying a soft hand on her shoulder and providing an extra barrier between her and the stranger, who continues to stare.

“Want me to kick him out?” Violet frowns at the man, who looks away briefly before inevitably turning back to Brooke, smiling cockily. Vanessa considers it for a moment; it certainly would eliminate the problem, and would likely benefit the whole space, eliminating a potentially toxic person who could potentially endanger anyone who was unclaimed or simply not paying attention.

But then another idea hits her, one that will really drive the message home, and she whispers it into Violet’s ear before leaning down and doing the same to Brooke, who smiles and nods, straightening up a little at the suggestion.

“Alright, hoes.” Vanessa coughs, tugging on Brooke’s leash to signal for the taller woman to get up again. “We’ll be right back.”

Vanessa wastes no time in hurrying over to a chest full of ropes and restraint materials, grabbing a spreader bar before leading Brooke back to a table in the centre of the room, making eye contact with the leering creep the entire time. Tapping Brooke’s leg as a signal for them to open, she fixes the spreader bar to her wife’s ankles at the widest setting before straightening back up, tracing her fingers along the backs of Brooke’s legs as she goes.

“Ready, princess?” Vanessa snakes her hand up to Brooke’s hair, grabbing a chunk near the roots while she waits for Brooke’s permission. “What’s your colour?”

“Green, mommy.”

“Good girl.”

Without any more ceremony or warning, Vanessa shoves Brooke’s head down onto the table, ignoring the blonde’s cry of surprise as she doubles over, hitting the table’s smooth wooden surface with a light thud.

“So wet already.” Vanessa snickers loudly as she trails a hand between Brooke’s legs, feeling the damp fabric of her panties with a single finger along the line of Brooke’s slit. “Did bowing down to mommy all night make you feel good, sweetheart? Made you nice and horny?” she looks around at the crowd, now mostly watching the scene, and locks eyes with the man, who’s already started to fade into the background, other attendees pushing in front of him to get a better look.

But Vanessa’s found her target, and by God, is she going to make him know it.

“Answer me, slut.” Vanessa slaps Brooke’s ass with a smooth, upward motion, “Are you nice and horny, now that you know your place?”

“Yes, mommy, I do!” Brooke cries out as another spank lands on the flesh of her ass, this time a little harder, a little more swiftly. “Love serving you, love being beneath you!”

“Good girl!” Vanessa laughs, hitting Brooke again before gently placing a hand over the rapidly reddening area and rubbing it soothingly in circles. She tugs down Brooke’s panties, the wide spread of the taller woman’s legs allowing for them to suspend, caught and stretched over her thighs, such that Vanessa can already see the wet spot that’s gathered and soaked through the thin white fabric.

Adorable.

“Oh, baby, you’re wetter than I thought.” Vanessa tsks, moving her hand back over Brooke’s slit from behind and spreading wetness along her folds, all the way up to tease at her clit with light, barely-there touches. “What am I to do with you?”

“Ruin me, please, mommy.” Brooke whimpers. “Please.”

“What was that?” Vanessa smirks, bringing two fingers on either side of Brooke’s clit and squeezing lightly as she rubs the area up and down slowly. “You’re going to have to speak louder for me, angel, or else I won’t know what you’re saying.”

“Ruin me, mommy!” Brooke cries as Vanessa lets go of her clit to lightly tap its hood, not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to make Brooke startle a little. “Please, play with my pussy and ruin me!”

“Mm.” Vanessa nods. “You certainly deserve it, being such a good girl for me all night. And I gotta take care of what’s mine, don’t I?”

The man has faded further into the background, smug smile fading from his face as Vanessa repeats, “ Don’t I? ”

“Yes, mommy!” Brooke practically sobs as Vanessa resumes her ministrations on her clit, teasing it in circles as fast as they are light, a pace and pressure she knows drives Brooke absolutely mad. “I’m yours, need you to take care of me, please, I need you!”

“Good girl.” Vanessa softens, pressing down a little harder on Brooke’s clit. “And it’s not just your pretty little clit that I own, is it?”

“No, mommy.” Brooke whimpers as Vaness brings her thumb down to her entrance, teasing lightly along Brooke’s hole. “You own all of me, mommy, all of me.”

“That’s right, but what specifically?” Vanessa coos, still teasing, still stringing Brooke along. “Let me hear you say it, angel.”

“My hole, mommy.” Brooke sighs as the answer rewards her relief in the form of Vanessa slipping her thumb inside of her, leaving it there while she continues to circle at Brooke’s clit. “You own my hole, mommy.”

“That’s right, baby, good girl.” Vanessa praises, finally beginning to pump her thumb in and out of Brooke’s cunt and almost shivering with pleasure of her own when Brooke instinctively tightens around her.

She’d like to see any man try to do that to Brooke, let alone the creep who’s still staring, albeit now with a completely different, much more shaken expression.

Brooke is ready for it; Vanessa’s ready for it; ready or not, the man’s going to get what he deserves.

She speeds up suddenly, pounding in and out of Brooke and circling her clit at a merciless pace.

“Tell me who’s fucking you good, baby.” Vanessa raises her voice over Brooke’s moans, high-pitched and plaintive, begging for more without even forming the words to ask for it.

“You are, mommy!” Brooke whines, her voice already shaking with desperation.

“Who’s making you feel this easy, this ready to come?”

“You are, mommy!”

“Very good.” Vanessa keeps going, her pace ever-quickening, hitting up against Brooke’s spot with more and more precision with every stroke. “And why is that, sweetheart? Why do you feel this good?”

“Because you let me, mommy, only because you let me!”

“That’s right! Clever girl,” Vanessa praises loudly, “You feel this way because I let you, because I allow you to. And, one more question sweetheart, why is it that I let you?”

“Because you love making me squirm, mommy!” Brooke sobs, her whole body going rigid, and Vanessa knows she’s close.

“Try again, sweetheart.” she looks around the room, scanning for her target, but he’s gone, only for her to spot him moving through the crowd a moment later, headed straight for the front door. “Why do I let you?”

“Because I’m yours, and you can do whatever the fuck you want with me!”

“Very good!” Vanessa relaxes internally, satisfaction spreading through her body at the knowledge that the threat has passed, that Brooke is safe again. “Alright, sweetheart, since you’ve been so good, I’ll let you come tonight. But you gotta use your words and count down, alright?”

Brooke says nothing, only nods, and Vanessa clicks her tongue disapprovingly.

“What did I just say, princess? Use your words, or you’re not coming. Now, will you be a good girl and count down for me?”

“Yes, mommy.” Brooke forces out, her voice so quiet and hoarse with effort that it almost makes Vanessa melt, almost makes her take back her order and let Brooke come right then and there.

Almost.

She’s having far too much fun to let herself cave now.

“Alright, baby, I want you to start from thirty and count down, you understand?”

“Yes, mommy. Thirty–”

“Did I say start?” Vanessa stops suddenly, eliciting a plaintive whine from Brooke, which she ignores.

“No, mommy, I’m sorry.” Brooke sobs. “Please let me try again.”

“Alright.” Vanessa resumes her movements, albeit at a slower pace. “Go ahead, then, princess. Start counting for me.”

“Thirty… Twenty-nine… Twenty-eight…”

Vanessa presses down harder on Brooke’s clit, but keeps her thumb’s placement shallow, pumping in and out at the same slow pace.

“… Twenty-seven… Twenty-six… Twenty-five…”

Vanessa pushes in a little deeper, pride surging through her chest when Brooke tightens around her but continues to count, refusing to let herself be distracted.

“… Twenty-two, twenty-one, twenty, nineteen…”

Vanessa goes a little faster, hits Brooke’s spot a little harder.

“… Sixteen, fifteen, fourteen, th-thir–twelve…”

Brooke is pretty superstitious, so Vanessa supposes she can let that one slide.

“… Eleven… Ten… Nine… Eight…”

Vanessa kicks up when Brooke gets to seven, her pace almost dissolving Brooke’s focus as she breaks off into a desperate, almost animalistic moan. But Brooke is too good a sub, too good a partner, to let go of her training, and so she catches herself, resuming the count at seven to make up for the lost beat.

“… Six… Five… F-four.. Three… Oh, fuck, mommy… Two….”

Vanessa pulls out at one, leaving Brooke to cry out loudly and then moan in frustration at the loss of sensation, her orgasm completely ruined.

It’s alright; Vanessa will make up for that trick with plenty of treats later.

“Alright, sweetheart, want to get a drink and cuddle a bit?” Vanessa suggests, crouching down to release Brooke’s ankles and then uncuffing her too, for good measure. Brooke nods.

“Violet said there’s cocoa in the aftercare room,” Brooke sniffs, her eyes still watering with frustration and exhaustion. “Can we go?”

“Of course, baby.” Vanessa wraps Brooke in a hug, her heart melting. “Let’s go, we’ll get you a nice blanket and make sure you’re nice and comfy.”

She helps Brooke downstairs with a light, happy heart, secure in the knowledge that no matter what, she and Brooke will always be there for each other.

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #263

laptop is still broken, nvm. :’)

Do you have a favorite song by The Cure? "Sweet Soul Sister." (': Are there things you've never told for fear that others would judge you? Yep. Can sex ever be casual? I personally don't support it, but ultimately, so long it's consensual, protected, and both parties understand what's going on, you do you. Would you like to go on television to receive a make-over? Not on TV, no. It'd be awesome to see myself after a professional makeup, but I ain't going on TV to show my ugly face. What will no one ever see you do? Smoking. Are you quick to anger? Rarely. Are you slow to forgive? Not really. Usually. What do you need help with? Being an adult, lmao. Do you take the easy way out of things? More often than I'd like... What is your favorite fabric to wear? *shrugs* I don't pay attention to the fabric I wear, really. Do you still make a wish when you blow out your birthday candles? C'mon dude, you've got to! I don't believe in wishes increasing your odds of anything, but it's a must anyway! Do you look for four leaf clovers? Just casually when I'm walking or sitting outside. What are you the guardian of? My pets! Are you for or against censoring child pornography? I've seen many stupid questions in surveys. But this is the absolute dumbest. What the fuck is wrong with you. Are naked child images in paintings more acceptable than photographs of naked children? GENERALLY, yes, but it really depends on the artistic portrayal. None should be sexualized. Now that we can create such lifelike digital images, do you think it should be allowed for digital child pornography to exist (as in there were no children involved in the porn, it is all digitally made, the kids aren't real, they just look real)? Absofuckinglutely not. The concept is absolutely repulsive. Enough with these fucking questions. Do you like Wheel of Fortune or Jeopardy better? Wheel of Fortune, ig. Jeopardy is pretty boring to me. What is your favorite tarot deck? I don’t know enough about tarots to comment. How do you feel about Wicca and Paganism? IT'S SUPER SUPER INTERESTING AND COOL AND I LOVE LEARNING ABOUT IT!!!! I relate most to Neo-Paganism anyway, so I obviously don't mind them. Wicca especially is a very, very misconstrued religion that has just been horribly abused by the media. Do you believe that people who practise the above religions are able to accomplish magic? No, I don't. If you were given the opportunity to lead a creative writing program for a small group of students in a high school with a low budget in generally poor neighborhood, would you do it? No, but only because I could never been a teacher. Sounds fun otherwise. Should high school cafeterias stop serving twinkies and other fatty foods? BIIIIITCH whose HS sells Twinkies????? I need to know?????? Anyway, no, but I believe there must be mostly actually nutritional options. Let kids have the chance to have a little snack during a boring 'ole school day. What band is so romantic that anyone who listens to them must be romantic at heart? BOY Josh Groban. Have your gods and idols let you down? The Christian god did. What do you waste? Whew... time... time. When was the last time that you were neither going to school or working for a month or more? Currently. Ugh. What is your light at the end of the tunnel? The potential of a beautiful future. Speaking of the light, is the light that people see when they die the random firing of electrons or is it something more? Good question. I lean towards it being a natural phenomenon as everything shuts down, BUT I find the reincarnation/birth canal theory to be quite interesting. I don't really believe it, but hey, who the hell am I to decide if it is or not. If you were going to have a mural painted in your bed room what would you want it to be of? A scene of meerkats probably. Is sex more about fulfilling a need or giving yourself? Giving yourself. Do you like your belly? FUCK NO. Do you think more or act more? Think, sadly. Should there be a mandatory retirement age? Of course not. You work all you want boo. What's the craziest thing you've ever done on impulse that worked out well? This is gonna sound... very bad, but my suicide attempt. It made things abundantly clear I needed serious help. It led to my partial hospitalization program. Do you have any exercise tapes or DVDs? No but OH MY GOD this made me remember my lil sister used to a Barbie one that we followed lmaoooo. Does the sound of crickets bother you? No, I quite enjoy it actually. Is the sound of a fan on at night soothing? Yessss. How do you feel you will likely die? I really don't know, but probably cancer-related. Recent events have made it abundantly clear it does in fact run in our family, and genetic testing because of Mom's cancer revealed that at least through her, my sisters and I are susceptible to pancreatic, breast, and ovarian cancer. Once this virus passes over, we're all getting tested for free to get an understanding of what hell Dad gave us lmao. Have you ever been slapped in the face? No. How about punched? Yeesh, no. That was something unique about you as a child? I was CRAZY about dinos for the average little girl. Have you ever come up with a memorable quote? Not really. What is something interesting about where you live? The town is like, really, really old. Downtown looks right out of an old movie. Were you breastfed as a baby? Yeah. If you’ve lost your virginity, what was your first time like? I don't remember it because it didn't really register what we were doing was sex. I still don't know today if you could call it sex since it was really dry humping through thin clothes, but it sounds close enough. What do you think about masturbation? You do you boo. Is it sometimes better than the real thing? I don't think so, though I only had a brief episode where I did it when I was put on a new birth control that made my hormones like so, so far beyond control. I stopped that shit sooo fast. I got almost nothing out of it, honestly. Intimacy is a two-person job for me. Who do you think about most? Jason, whether I want to or not. Favorite way to pamper yourself? Go to bed early lol. What's your most expensive piece of clothing? I don't have a clue. I don't really have expensive stuff. What was your last big achievement? Ugh... I'm not the person to ask. I haven't made any big ones even semi-recently. Have you ever had a "false alarm" moment, what was it about? Oh sure. The first time that comes to mind was when I thought Venus was dying once when she had a series of horrible coughing/gagging fits a long time ago. We took her to the vet with the risk of a respiratory infection, but she was clear, thankfully. I think she had early signs, though. Do you know how to ride a bike? Ye. If you were in the hospital who are the two people you'd want by your side? Mom of course, and it'd be nice if Sara was there if she was at all capable of that, but I'm fine w/ just Mom. If you could ever take a street sign, what sign do you want? Well, I wouldn't, but probably "stop" bc that applies to a lot in my life, lmao. Have you ever not returned something you borrowed and if so what was it? I don't think so? When you pack your lunch, what's your favorite packed lunch? Usually just a good 'ole pb&j. :') What was the one most important thing you learned from your parents? Take care of your goddamn relationship. Talk shit out instead of yelling. Work together. Never neglect the reason you're with each other. Have you done something you worry could come back to haunt you, what? No, because I don't believe in karma. If you had to build a small ark, what 7 animals would you save? Those with the biggest ecological impact, like bees and spiders, for example. I wouldn't be very happy with all my choices while all other animals perished, but you've gotta think of what comes next. Out of just selfishness I'd obviously have to spare a spot for meerkats, aha. They'd help with the bug control, though! I don't know about the other four, though; I'd have to think real hard on 'em. What is something your parents love that you actually love too? Classic rock and metal. Has anyone ever said "I love you" and you couldn't say it back? I firmly remember this is how I ended that childish shit with Joel. He said it and I couldn't. Have you ever ridden a camel? No. What's been the hardest loss you've had to take? Jason. What emotion is your least favorite and the one you are not in touch with? Fear, of course. No one likes being afraid. I'm not all that in touch with greed at all. Do you think facial moles or freckles are cute? I don’t mind 'em. Sometimes they're super-duper cute. Would you ever pick up a hitchhiker? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I don't trust strangers for shit. If you're searching for a relationship, where is your go-to place to look? I don't really "look" anywhere. What book have you read multiple times? I lost count of how many times I've read Meerkat Manor: Flower of the Kalahari. Granted, in subsequent reads, I would skip over the HUGE tangent chunks that were entirely unrelated to meerkats. I seriously remember one long-ass section was like a goddamn essay on why smaller animals tend to have unnaturally large testicles like I don't fucking care talk about Flower again. I think I only decided to read it in full two times, but maybe not even that. Do you keep a budget? I don't have the income to do so. Have you ever test driven a car you knew you weren't going to buy? No, never test-drove anything. What do you have a hard time visualizing? There's a number of things, but this one thing is weird shit: I can't picture my old therapist. Even when I saw her every month, I could almost NEVER visualize her in my head. She's a fucking cryptid or something, paranormal shenanigans is going on here. She's the only person I know where I have that problem. What makes you feel uncomfortable in group settings? I worry I'll make myself look stupid in front of everyone. What was your worst date ever? I don't feel like I've really had a bad one. I've had one that did nooooot go according to plan and I know the average girl would've been annoyed, but I'm actually an understanding human being who found the adventure fun in the end. Basically a flat tire, a sketchy tire place, and a lot of walking happened lmao. Tyler felt fucking awful, felt bad for him. Have you ever gotten in a bidding war on Ebay, if so for what item? HAHA yeah, though it was technically Mom, but she had me keep an eye on it. I remember Parasite Eve took some battling to get. I think maybe a Legend of Spyro game, too? Are you supportive of your friends even if you don't agree with them? So long it's not literally insane or stupid, usually. It really does depend. What did you think was stupid until you tried it? Hm. I'm not sure. What subject do you and your parents never see eye to eye on? Religion. I keep most of my beliefs to myself now. Where do you see yourself in 1 year's time? Honestly, I don't want to ponder and picture this. What is your favorite type of seafood? I only like shrimp. What triggers your inner shopaholic? HA, do tattoos count? See cool ones, and then I'm planning (more than only always...) tons of new ones I want and will just be DYING (ALSO more than always lakdjfwe) to go to the parlor. What public figure do you disagree with the most? I really can't say considering I'm just not educated enough here. What is your opinion on rats as pets? They are absolutely wonderful! Smart, sweet, and very clean despite their stigma. I've had quite a few. What is something you're afraid to try? Sky diving, the Tower of Terror ride. ;___; That kinda stuff. What song makes you dance uncontrollably? None. Do you like nachos, if so what topping is a MUST have? Cheese is all I really need for nachos. Do you have any subscriptions? Yes, to Adobe Creative Cloud. Which is better, Mario or Sonic? Mario games are cute, Sonic's make me cringe - I've watched enough Game Grumps to know lmao. I hate hate hate cringe culture, like let people enjoy whatever, but I absolutely cannot stop my cringe reaction to some shit. I don't judge the people that enjoy whatever it is, though. THAT pisses me off. Who is the most creative person you know? I've known Sara and Connie much too long to not say them. They have such vast imaginations. Besides a pickle, what is your favorite thing pickled? I've actually never tried anything pickled, I think... no wait. Aren't jalapenos? Well there, jalapenos. What did you do for your 21st birthday? If not, 21 what are your plans? I had my normal therapy sessions in the mental hospital lmfao. It's unfortunate, but I do have fond memories of the day. Everyone was so damn sweet, and the friend I made there even got in touch with one of the lunch ladies, who literally went to go buy me a slice of cake. She and the other employees in the kitchen brought it out at dinner, and everyone sang happy birthday. I think I remember tearing up just because it was so goddamn sweet, but also bittersweet in that I was in a fucking mental institution for my BIGGEST birthday. When I got out, Colleen bought me a red velvet cake to "make up for it," ha ha. I miss her every now and then alsdkjf;wae. Are you a role model for anyone in your life? Oh, I doubt it. Do you think you need to slow down and enjoy life more? I don't need to go any fucking slower in my life. Can you impersonate anyone famous? I don't believe so. Never really tried anyone. What is your favorite salty snack? Spicy Cheetos mmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM What is your favorite restaurant? Olive Garden for sit-down, Sonic for fast food. Have you ever been in a play for school? In elementary school. I never had a big roll, though. Do you wish you had more friends? Very much. What is the main character’s name in the book you’re reading? Aunt Lydia. Which famous author would you like to meet? I'm not particularly interested in any. Which artist would you like to meet? Hey hey hey. Mark's brother is a comic artist. Meet him, one step closer to meeting God Himself. (ง ͡ʘ ͜ʖ ͡ʘ)ง Which singer would you like to meet? OZZY sobs What celebrity do you have a crush on? Anyone who's even heard about a hint of my Markiplier obsession knows I would fuck him into oblivion. When you were in middle school, were you in love with someone you never talked to? No, I didn't romantically love anyone. Do you believe that there is an unseen spirit realm? I do. Martini, margarita, or sangria? YO STOP I'm weak with these things. I can't pick. Do you feel you are extremely gifted but no one appreciates you? No. I honestly feel like people have more faith in what I'm capable of than deserved. What Lisa Frank character is your favourite? The angel cat, probably. Or tiger. Do you know how to use Braille? No. When you use stairs, do you usually hold the rail? Currently, I have to because of my muscle atrophy. I need help to stay steady. Have you ever worn a veil? No. Have you ever planted a tree? We actually did plant an apple tree in our front yard at my childhood home. Never grew much. Have you ever made anything with clay? A number of things from art classes. Has today been a good day? No, honestly. Have you ever fed a horse hay? Yes. Are you more likely to text "Okay", "OK" or just "K"? "'Okay.' The other two are restricted for when I am in a mood and want someone to know I am in a mood." <<<< HA HA SAME. Do you like the taste of lime? Sure. Have you ever seen a mime (in real life)? Not to my recollection. Have you ever seen a deer (in real life)? Plenty of times; whitetails are common here. Right now, what can you hear? "Game Over" by Falling In Reverse. Have you ever seen a bear (in real life)? In the zoo, yes. I think there's a possibility I have in the wild, but only from a distance? Have you ever eaten glue? No. Do you tend to buy clothes used or new? New. If you have Netflix, how many items are in your queue? N/A

[snez]

gonna go ahead and address what’s going on bc i’m being accused of being a rapist lol now. under the cut

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this accusation in and of itself would be fairly funny if not for its seriousness tbh. a couple of things: 1. nobody ‘lured’ anybody, this was a group of friends who had all known each other for years (as anybody who knew any one of us could attest to). the meetup was planned like a year in advance.  2. nobody in this group of friends was sexually involved with anybody else. that was never and still isn’t the nature of any of our friendships. (i AM now dating someone who was present for part of that meetup, but who was not present for the illness stage, for clarity’s sake.) 3. if i’m so nefarious and tricksy and evil, pretty stupid of me to ~deliberately~ get people sick right as the trip was ending and everybody was going home, yeah? if that was something within my control why wouldn’t i have done it at the start of the trip so i could (apparently) jack off over it? 4. i gotta address the biological reality of this. if i did this on purpose, how the fuck would i have procured cold viruses in order to pull this off? plus i sure as hell wouldn’t have gotten sick on purpose because i have asthma and my immune system is hot garbage and at least 50% of the time when i catch a cold it turns into bronchitis. not worth being that sick to get my sexual kicks. (also i wasn’t even the first person who got sick, so, lmao). like what even are the logistics of this scenario. you can’t get sick on command, how would i have engineered a situation in which i conveniently was sick at the exact same time people were planning to visit? i’m not like that weirdo on the forum with a 90-page thread detailing all of her doorknob-licking escapades  5. tbh, this part is just funny, but im pretty sure I WAS LITERALLY THE ONLY ONE WHO SNEEZED THE ENTIRE TIME ANYBODY WAS VISITING US, LMFAOOOOOOO

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i’m pissed off that i got roped into responding to this bc of how stupid it is tbh, but again, that... literally didn’t happen. here’s a screenshot from my blog about what happened, taken at the time (link to screenshot, link to post for those of you i haven’t blocked lmao). people didn’t say anything about it while we were all here bc again, none of us have sexual relationships with each other and it felt awkward to address? we don’t discuss our own sneezing/illness/allergies with each other except in a very clinical and detached way. maybe youre trying to fuck all of your friends (if you have any, which i doubt) all the time (which i’m sure you would if you had any) but the rest of us are like. capable of having relationships with other people with the fetish that aren’t inherently sexually charged. you’re probably not, so i guess your projection here makes sense from your perspective, but it’s fucking moronic from everybody else’s.

and WTF do you mean “that’s 100% false”? the fact that i knew them for years, the fact that they’re my friends? it wasn’t a “bunch of sneezing fetish community people,” it was friends i’ve known for forever. are you genuinely disputing this? and if so, what is your proof that i convinced a bunch of relative strangers to travel to me (on their own dime) and then groomed them into performing sex acts for me? like... you’re literally just making shit up

also, you didn’t call SHIT out you fucking idiot, the post you made was clearly made in wistful jealousy? if you were actually trying to “call me out” and point out how morally grey my supposed actions were then why the fuck didn’t you make that clear with the post? either you’re lying (this is the case, obviously) or you suck shit at addressing community concerns

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i thought your chosen name was public knowledge, tbh. you used it in the discord and for some reason i thought you used it on tumblr in general. that’s my bad, i apologize. i also found it odd that someone signed that message with their name, but like... figured i couldn’t blame anybody who wanted to put as much distance between you and them as possible. seems pretty reasonable to me.

plus that’s not what doxxing is. maybe google it.

also, sorry to say, but i didn’t claim you were guilty of misgendering. you just straight up are.

proof:

this was right after i banned you from the discord. i have not used she pronouns for as long as i’ve been on sneeze tumblr. nice try, though.

speaking of that, actually, why were you so sad about being removed from the discord, anyway? since it was after you’d discovered me to be a dangerous sexual predator?

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hmm. really perplexing. let’s move on.

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honestly the only reason im including this screenshot is bc it’s funny. none of the people i’ve supposedly victimized are even following you (because everybody with a brain on sneeze tumblr thinks youre creepy) so how would they ever see this post unless they were following me? dumbass

also, if the intent of this post was to call me out for being a rapist, why say that “a bunch of people” were “teasing” the discord about it? if it was so non-consensual and as traumatizing as you’ve implied in your post why did people talk about it at all after the fact, let alone joke about it? 

anyway, here’s (link) another screenshot from my blog talking about the insanely creepy and jealous posts you made about our meetup. i don’t have links to those handy (wouldn’t be surprised if you deleted them in light of all of this tbh), but like... this post was 100000% about you.

and hey, just for a little flavor, i made a little collage about you, with screenshots taken from multiple discord servers:

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this is like, barely scraping the surface of shit people think about you. (and there are ten separate people in these screenshots.)

when you accuse someone of something as serious as rape the onus is on you to actually prove it. you have proven literally nothing. the only ‘evidence’ you have is that people got sick when we had a meetup a couple of years ago and talked about it on tumblr briefly. like what the fuck is wrong with you lol.

one last thing (i think?) that i want to address:

normally i’m extremely hesitant to refer to a trans woman as a freak or accuse them of being a sexual predator, for obvious reasons, but your behavior (behavior i haven’t actually addressed here bc i don’t have the energy -- hitting on snezblr people, interacting inappropriately with vanilla posts) really confirms it, tbh. it’s very obvious that i struck a nerve when i speculated that the reason you won’t share who you were on the blue forum is because you’re a sexual predator -- with that context it makes perfect sense that you’d flip that on its head and accuse me of being a rapist. that’s actually a classical abuse tactic (one i’ve had used against me in other contexts), and in this case is extremely transparent.

this shit is just beyond parody. anyway, like... burn in hell or something, i guess

[kob131]

What do you feel about the post about Vic mignogna by ultraericthered

https://ultraericthered.tumblr.com/post/183990672385/im-sick-of-the-rangers-spamming-vics-tag-with

Let’s break this down.

Vic is absolutely guilty of inappropriate behavior, misconduct, sexual harassment, and possibly (just possibly) sexual assault towards others. This has been established by his pattern of behavior for years. Monica and the others are being entirely honest in their stories and the allegations are very likely honest as well. How this is even in question, I have no idea, but it upsets and disturbs me that there are so many who are quick to jump to Vic’s defense while simultaneously vilifying his opponents and accusers (and possibly victims).

A, He hasn’t been proven guilty of exual harassment OR assault and inapporiate behavior means nothing.

And B. yeah, no. Monica has been lying via omission for months now, refusing to give ANY details on any incidents DESPITE the fact that those details are REQUIRED to convict him. And before you say she’s scared: she’s openly threatened vic supporters with legal action. Over asking her for info. That is not the behavior of an innocent person.

Oh and C. NOTHING came to light about Vic for MONTHS. The ProJared shit started and ended in the same month.

What gives credibility to the side of Monica Rial, Jamie Marchi, Jamie McGonnigal, Marzgurl, etc. is that not only do their words and allegations line up with accounts of Vic’s skeevy behavior towards fans and women that have been going around the internet for YEARS (It’s honestly astonishing just how far back some of this goes), but how many other VAs, people actually in the industry who might’ve worked alongside Vic and would be there to witness his actions, have come out in Vic’s defense? Can’t really think of much. Meanwhile, how many have been coming out in support of the alleged victims? Quite a handful, even J. Michael Tatum, himself a victim of sexual assault in the past. Apparently, Vic being a primadona and a skeevy womanizing creeper has been an open secret in the VA industry since forever.

And of these guys:

Monica has evaded legal action and refused to give details NECESSARY to convict him

Marzgurl has sactively ENOCURAGE VIOLENCE

And Jamie has been proven to bully people into dropping Vic from cons.

As for the ‘accounts”: they’re eitehr anonyomous accounts, too old to prove...or taken out of context of the people involed.

And by the way. how many famous people probably came out and said ‘that guy’s a commie’ back during the Red Scare? People coming out to help doesn’t MEAN anything without proof. People in the wrong can still come out in droves. And if that doesn’t convince: does that mean rape victims who don’t have public support while their rapists DO are the ones in the wrong then? Same logic of ‘One party has more public support than the other, therefore they’re right.’

What’s damning on Vic’s side of things? Well not only was a thorough investigation into the sexual harassment allegations conducted during the time of the Broly movie’s production prior to Funimation’s decision to lay Vic off (something his fans don’t even seem to realize happened) -

You mean the one where they didn’t give any info and was probably a ‘cut off the controversial figure for profit’ decision?

- but Vic’s response to the whole situation has…just not been how I think an absolutely innocent man getting his career and livelihood threatened by accusation of things he absolutely never did and would never do would respond. Vic’s been pretty sincere and professional throughout this and I give him props for that, but his “defenses” against the allegations have always been along the lines of “I remember things differently” or “I didn’t realize she felt that way - I thought that thing we had was consensual and mutual.” Of course he’s not going to recall those incidents as being ones where he committed sex offenses because he did not see his actions as being such when he committed them. He fails to recognize how and why his behavior is so wrong. He doesn’t knowingly think of himself as a sex fiend and harasser when he acts that way - he really thinks he’s being nice (backed up by the allegation where he repeatedly asked his victim to “let me be sweet to you.”). But those moments were not consensual. The girls and women he touched or romanced were not comfortable with it.-

And Monica has threatened legal action and Marzgurl thretaened PHYSICAL VIOLENCE.

You wanna judge this based on public reaction? Show me where Vic threatens anyone who questions him.

What his intentions were at the time don’t matter when put next against how his victims internalized his actions and how they were made to feel -

No, intentions DO matter. That’s why ‘self defense’ and ‘murder’ are different concepts.

And on top of that, look at how Monica Rial worded her own account:

This, by contrast, is Vic’s wording of his side of things. He “got lazy.” He’s “a work in progress like everyone else.” And my personal favorite: “Voice actors are no different from you: we’re bozos. We’re all dumb humans just trying to do our best.” The emotions are sincere, but the words are unrefined and a bit try-hard in trying to paint a sympathetic image of himself.

And Monica, by your own standards, is trying to appeal to basic human empathy to trick people into believing her. Thing is, Vic is consistent in his actions. Monica has acted contradictory MANY times.

And what’s damning on the side of Vic’s fans and defenders? Well, I could not help but notice that they can be found all over Youtube, hive of the Far Right that it’s become-

Strike 1.

I also could not help but notice that whenever I clicked a video made for supporting Vic and tearing down his opposition and accusers (who, again, could very well be his victims), it was literally ALWAYS a dude speaking.

Strike 2.

It was always some man speaking in defense of this other man who he probably doesn’t even personally know in a situation he wasn’t there to experience and knows next to shit about, and demonizing “waamen” that he also doesn’t personally know. And in all of this, I have not once seen any valid reasoning for why Vic absolutely must be innocent of the allegations made against him other than “he’s a super popular, charming, beloved VA” and “he seems like such a nice guy”. It’s frankly quite terrifying that the immediate default for these people is to stand with the popular, prolific, powerful man (and I don’t want to be an SJW here, but that Vic is handsome, white, straight/cis, and Christian might be a huge part of it

Strike 3-

Not only is this gonna EMBOLDEN the assholes on Vic’s side-

But Monica’s defenders (like YOU) have focused on gender and bullshit instead of anything FACTUAL. You act like anyone whose accused of sexual assault is IMMEDIATELY guilty if the accuser is a woman and teh accused is a man. Never mind how most of these accusations come down to simple miscommunication between the parties and nevermind how if a guy tries coming to the police about being raped, it’s likely HE’LL be arrested. Let alone what happens if the woman gets pregnant and can sue for child support...even if she committed STATUTORY RAPE.

Oh, and Vic’s italian and that culture is very touchy feely. So guess what? You’re racist by your own logic.

and denounce the women who come forward to accuse him as being liars because this is exactly why women who are victimized by men of such power and popularity tend to NOT come forward with stories of their victimization immediately after it happens. Yes, anyone is innocent until proven guilty in a court of law, but that doesn’t mean the accusers should be denounced as liars and demonized for daring to mess with the man - they ought to be shown support and respect IF in the case what they say is true and they really were hurt by that man. If they’re proven liars beyond any doubt, THEN they can be given well deserved scorn. But brushing them off beforehand is Not OK. Especially if it’s with conspiracy theories about how this is some big coordinated feminist effort to tear down a great man and destroy his livelihood, or it’s a retaliation from yaoi fangirls who hate that Vic dares to be anti-yaoi and Conservative in regards to gay people.

And yet you condemn Vic before he is proven to be lying.

Sorry, either condemn yourself or be better.

These assclowns have also constantly resorted to the defense of “Oh, hugging other people and kissing them in places not on the lips totes isn’t sexual harassment”. Totally ignoring the little details of the girls getting the hugs typically being total strangers to Vic outside of being fans of his work who are thus underage girls being touched by a grown man who has absolutely no relation to them, that he might have done the same with female co-workers behind the scenes, and that he has done these things on a whim, without the recipient’s consent and without paying any mind to how it might make them feel.

Also ignoring if they give consent like that time someone tried portraying Vic touching a supposedly underage girl only to BACKFIRE as the womana spoke out in defense of the man.

This has been a consistent pattern of behavior with him,

Consistently unproven.

and allegedly, he’s justified it with saying “silence gives consent.” Like a girl or woman absolutely has to verbally say “no” or tell him outright that he’s making them feel uncomfortable for it to be considered wrong and unwarranted. Basically “a lack of a No makes it a Yes.” I can’t begin to describe how gross that is.

So Vic has to be a fucking MINDREADER or else.

Great to know, especially considering how my own condition would make this shit damn near impossible to see.

The worst part is how these IStandWithVic cultists demonize Monica Rial. A woman who, by her own admission, was a victim of rape as a teenager.

Says the man who demonizes Vic.

A woman who has shown nothing but emotional and intellectual honesty and kindness on social media, who has acknowledged that even Vic and his fans don’t deserve to be harassed and hurt, to the point of stating this:

https://twitter.com/Rialisms/status/1095156641543192576

Funny how she says this TWO DAYS LATER than your picture.

But she’s both painted as a vicious liar who’s out to destroy a good, innocent man’s life and career, and is ALWAYS being written off by these dudes as just “the VA for Bulma.” As though she’s had no other notable roles in her long career of voice acting aside from that one character (as opposed to the oh-so talented, versatile and legendary star that is Vic). As though that character has had only one English VA. As though Monica just plain doesn’t matter when put next to a fellow VA in the industry who happens to be a handsome white, straight/cis, Christian male.

Keep being a bigoted douchebag, I can hear the alt RIght cumming.

And as though Monica had any feasible reason to lie about her experiences with Vic and assassinate his character on social media.

*points at you and your blind defense of her*

the pro-Vic crowd seems to think she’s greedy or jealous or just resentful towards Vic as a person, and is out to get him so that she can get money or respect or more roles or petty revenge or whatever.

Literally change ‘vic’ to ‘monica and that’d describe you.

But if that were really the case, how does that account for the friends and family who support her claims? How does it account for the fellow VAs (Jamie Marchi, Jamie McGonnigal, J. Micahel Tatum, Josh Grelle, Justin Briner, Daman Mills) who’ve all supported her claims and have said “Yeah, Vic’s been like that forever.

‘Get social brownie points’

How does it account for the fans and congoers who have been sharing their stories of uncomfortable experiences and encounters they’ve had with Vic FOR YEARS?

‘Stories’ are not truth.

The deck is NOT stacked in Vic’s favor here, so “he’s successful, popular, funny, friendly, charming, talented and a classic VA who’s so well loved in the anime community” is NOT going to cut it as an assumption of his innocence or a defense for his character.

No, that’s the legal system that says ‘innocent until proven guilty.’

He needs to be held accountable for his misdemeanors against people who gave no consent to being touched, hugged, kissed, stalked, romanced, or squicked out by him.

And yet Monica threatening legal action and Marzgurl making THREATS OF VIOLENCE? A-Ok.

It’s a Michael Jackson type of situation - even if he’s NOT done the things he’s being accused of, that does NOT make his creepy behavior towards underage fangirls excusable or alright.

Funny thing about Micheal Jackson-

The accusations, when you actually pay attention, are complete bullshit. Events don’t line up, accounts vary wildly, facts contradict stories. And yet he STILL suffered until the day he died and BEYOND. So thanks for remindidng why, as much as I hate Yellow Flash, Hero Hei and Nick Riekta-

You idiots are the worse evil.

Tl;dr: I shall from now on be referring to this VA as “Vic Cosby Mignogna.” ‘Cause even if he’s not guilty of the heinous shit that Bill Cosby is guilty of, his case is still all too eerily similar.

#IStandWithMonica

So does that mean if I call Monica ‘Monikkka’- She’s a KKK member now?

Oh wait, you wouldn’t give two shits if the places were reversed would you? For your cry of ‘I’m not an SJW!’- You sure do sound like the fucking strawman it represents.

[exhaustedwerewolf]

ok so one thing I absolutely have been meaning to talk about for ages is kashaw’s offscreen character development between his intro in trial of the take and his second appearance

this is gonna get long and is ultimately not an argument so much as a manifestation of me being really excited about kashaw, so, under the cut- tw for rape and consent talk, bc, uh, kashaw

When we meet Kashaw, he is curt, uninterested in forming personal relationships, and, to put it bluntly, a bit of a dick.

“I am Kashaw Vesh, an acolyte. Here I am, waiting for you for so long now. Do I have to travel with them the entire time?”

In particular, he makes his initial dislike for Keyleth known loud and clear;

“Is she always like this?”

“Seriously, the whole time she is like this?”

TIBERIUS: “It grows on you though.”

KASHAW: “I’m sure it does. So does the plague.”

This continues throughout the contract, so, I think the goodbye kiss in the following episode came as a shock to a lot of viewers;

“And you. You might be the most annoying person I’ve ever met in my life.” With that, he grabs her around the waist, pulls her in, and plants one right on her.

So Kashaw leaves with a wink and this left-field, non-consensual kiss fresh in everyone’s minds, and it is over twenty episodes before we see him again. When he reappears, it is with a newfound friend in Zahra. Mary and Will roleplay the pair of them as friends flawlessly from the start, even though it’s their first time doing so;

KASHAW: “Was I wrong, by the way? Did you see how hot Keyleth is?”

ZAHRA: “She’s fucking hot.”

Not only does this exchange communicate their relationship, but this one, in particular, is multifunctional- it reveals that Zahra and Kash have discussed The Kiss™️, and knowing this becomes very relevant when Kash gets a moment alone with Keyleth. Firstly, his open fondness for Zahra is a direct juxtaposition of his old habit of insulting Keyleth to hide the fact that he is interested in her.

“I have one real friend, and that’s Z ... I’d do anything for her.”

And very early on into the exchange, he comes out with this;

“There is one thing I wanted to say to you, though, about our kiss. I’m very happy that it happened. But I shouldn’t have stolen it. And for that, I apologize.“

Kash is again, being much more open about his emotions, explaining that he is “happy that it happened,” then he was when we first met him. There’s an important distinction between being secretive and being closed off- Kash was willing to tell near strangers about what happened to him, but as above, that was paired with not wanting to talk “about” it, i.e. to go into details about how that actually was for him. Describing it clinically gives him emotional distance from the event;

“I am her husband.”

“We were married at [my] birth.”

“She killed everyone in the village.”

“On my 15th naming-day she came to consummate the marriage.”

It is absolutely fucked-up to describe this relationship as a “marriage,”- the words “we were married,” imply consent while the rest of the information Kash gives makes it crystal clear that consent is not the reality of this situation. But this fact doesn’t really cross his mind, or if it does, he doesn’t identify it as relevant. The important details are those that are relevant to the situation- he cannot ask Vesh for a favour, because;

KASHAW: “Tried to kill her at 15. Haven’t seen her since.”

TIBERIUS: “Ooh. So it’s not like you can ask for a favor, I suppose.”

KASHAW: “I suppose I could, but there’s a good chance she’ll kill you, me, and everyone around at the same time.”

Even though Kashaw mentions that he tried to kill Vesh, this is not followed up with any kind of emotional reasoning; I hate her, I wanted revenge, etc. His unsentimental explanation doesn’t communicate any of the emotions he associates with her at all. But thanks to a failed saving throw, we know that although he tries to act like these events have not affected him, they absolutely have;

MATT: [Kashaw], however. There’s something about the way it screamed that for a moment, you swear it had a face similar to Vesh from your wedding night. It clutches your heart, and you are considered frightened for the next minute.

So, while Kashaw doesn’t seem to think of what happened to him as “rape,” all the information we’re provided leaves zero doubt that that is exactly what happened to Kashaw. But then time passes, and he apologises for  The Kiss™️.

“...I shouldn’t have stolen it. And for that, I apologize.”

Something has obviously prompted him to look at that experience in a new light, and given that he declares that Zahra is his only friend, and it’s clear from their earlier dialogue they’ve talked about The Kiss™️, she is the one I would put my money on. While our knowledge of Zahra’s past is a little less specific;

“[My father] was a dark wizard… He kept me in a cage.”

She is clearly equipped to discuss events that could have been traumatic. Even before her friendship with Kashaw, she is far more in touch with her feelings than he is, cheerfully calling her father “an asshole,” and “awful,” and although it’s partly a facet of personality, she is a lot more enthusiastic about being open with strangers and about the possibility of finding a point of connection with them, even if it’s via the road less travelled.

VEX: “Zahra … Getting a bit personal here around the fire.”

ZAHRA: “Sorry. I thought we were bonding.”

It’s pretty feasible that, over all of the time Zahra has spent with Kashaw offscreen, she’s coaxed him into talking about his feelings in the name of “bonding,” (even if his initial reactions were probably in line with Vex’s here) and encouraged him to examine his past experiences, including the circumstances of The Kiss™️. But it’s not just Kash’s opinion of The Kiss™️ itself that has changed. From examining his language, there’s clearly been a dramatic shift in how he views consent, almost certainly prompted by Zahra.

Not all of Vox Machina were able to meet Kashaw when he was introduced, so when his past becomes relevant again;

VEX: “You’re married to a god?!”

we get to hear his updated explanation, and it speaks volumes;

KASHAW: “For the record, she married me, and there’s a difference.”

This is absolutely miles away from how he told the story before- while he doesn’t outright say that he never married her (and we have to take into account that Vesh is still a very real and present threat in Kash’s life) he is recognising himself as the victim in this situation by acknowledging that something was done to him, and that he did not consent to the marriage. And way more importantly, he recognises that this actually matters; “There’s a difference.” When Keyleth, in her clumsy and well-intentioned way, kind of misses the point of what he’s saying;

KEYLETH: “I don’t know if that holds up in court, Vesh.”

He responds;

KASHAW: “She’s not really going to care about court so much as ripping the bones from your back. You really don’t want to meet her. It’s a bad thing.”

He undermines the marriage by dismissing it as he does here, and even the simple words “it’s a bad thing,” are more emotionally-oriented than anything he said about her the first time around. When Vox Machina pry further, this happens;

VEX: “I want to hear more about this.”

KASHAW: “You really don’t. You won’t sleep.”

Obviously he doesn’t know these people that well and is redirecting the conversation away from a very personal trauma, which is completely understandable. But whereas previously, he deflected questions by emphasizing the danger, “she’ll kill you, me, and everyone around at the same time,” and as such, threatening the party, even if indirectly, this new deflection is very different. Telling Vex that his story is going to keep her up at night is by its nature acknowledging that the event was horrifying, and this time, he’s expressing concern on her behalf, gently nudging her in a different direction rather than lashing out to drive people away.

And then there’s Kashaw’s Big Moment in Episode 44; The Resurrection. This is a moment of complete and utter chaos, and a huge amount of pressure for Kash, and honestly, I am one-hundred percent sure that if in a parallel universe, Critical Role is a show about the adventurers of Zahra Hydris and Kashaw Vesh, this moment is the culmination of a personal arc for Kashaw.

MATT: ...you pull up the symbol, and this type of magic, life and death magic, draws a little closer than you feel comfortable with Vesh, and you realize at this moment that you’re going to have to make the choice to possibly call her attention forth.

VAX: “What are you hesitating for? Do it. Whatever the fuck you’re going to do, do it.”

KASHAW: “She could destroy everything.”

VAX: “Do it.”

KEYLETH: “What do you mean, she could destroy? What do you mean?”

SCANLAN: “Who’s she?”

KASHAW: “I mean the dragons are going to be the least of your fears if she comes back. That’s what I mean.”

KEYLETH: “Kashaw, you’re running out of time.”

KASHAW: “I’m going to bring her back.”

Considering that the mere memory of Vesh is enough to paralyse Kashaw with fear, it does not take him very long to make this decision. He has Vox Machina begging him, but again, these people are little better than strangers. The fact that casting this spell “call[s Vesh’s] attention forth,” implies that he has not used this spell before, and I think it would be extremely unlikely, given his role at the Take, and the nature of life in Tal Dorei, that is the first time Kashaw has had the opportunity to attempt Revivify. So this is the first time Kashaw has chosen to do so, and therefore, it's undeniably personally significant to him.

MATT: So as [Kashaw] grasp[s] the symbol, … all of the scars across [his] forearm begin to light with a deep red crimson energy...

The scars - being the scars from the Rite of the Hundred, inflicted upon Kashaw by Vesh - lighting up at this point underlines just how fucking serious this decision is for Kashaw personally. We’ve already heard about the circumstances behind the Rite, so even though the audience is one step removed from Kash’s narrative by virtue of not knowing him that well, and being focused on the dire situation of our main protagonists, Matt’s description of the scars still manages to draw attention to the weight of this moment for Kash. And then, his new friend Zahra moves in to help;

MATT: The dull white glow begins to intermingle with the dark, shattered energy of Vesh’s grant, and as they impact, it creates this strange grey swirl.

MATT: The grey balances, and where the two meet now, there is just grey energy seeping into her body.

This is again, the result of fortunate rolls, but Matt’s stellar narration drives home how Zahra’s light is a foil to Kashaw’s darkness. The impact that she has had on him is clear, and that their efforts combined were successful further perpetuate the idea that her impact on him is an overwhelmingly positive one.

When it’s all over, we get this scene between Keyleth and Kashaw;

KEYLETH: ”What does this mean?”

KASHAW: “To be honest, I have no idea.”

KEYLETH: “How do you feel?”

KASHAW: ”I feel okay. I hope the barrier that was sealed has remained sealed, or this is the start of very bad things.”

KEYLETH: “Why did you do that?”

KASHAW: “'Cause I knew you wanted me to.”

This beautiful little exchange wonderfully sums up how Kashaw has changed since VM’s first encounter with him. We have the fact that he willingly put himself in danger of Vesh in the first place, which was not exactly on the top of his “To Do” list the first time we met him. We have him answering Keyleth’s question, “how do you feel?” not with derision but with earnesty and at least partial honesty. And finally, while the kiss at the end of Episode 21 was a selfish act- done for Kash’s own enjoyment and then followed by his his quick exit, characterised by a complete disregard for Keyleth’s feelings, this act was entirely motivated by empathy- in particular, preventing Keyleth’s pain, even at great personal risk.

And in a further contrast, the two talk further when they get out of the tomb- there is so much open and engaged communication and again, worlds away from the petty insults of Trial of the Take;

KEYLETH: “You know, Kashaw, for a cleric, I was concerned maybe you didn’t believe in much at all. And I was very unsure of how you got all of your radiant powers, considering I didn’t know what you believed in. But you must believe in something. So what is it?

KASHAW: “I believe in life. That’s all I was raised to believe in, was life. When you’re married to death, it’s pretty much all you have. And I didn’t believe in any actual person until I met Zahra. She saved my life. She didn’t have to, but she did. And she started to teach me what it meant to have family. I didn’t really know what that was like until I first saw you guys together. I figured there was no way that was going to happen, and then there she was, and suddenly I had a sister. Once again I realized that, at the end, life conquers all.”

We don’t get the circumstances of Zahra saving Kashaw’s life at this point- which leaves us to speculate if he means this literally, figuratively… But Kashaw has suffered terribly, and this spiel starts to depict a good hearted man whose beliefs have been drowned out by the weight of horrific experiences. He himself credits her as the person who “started to teach [him] what it mean[s] to have family,” and this explains his new ability to openly express affection.

KEYLETH: “Well, you did our family a great service today, and you didn’t have to do that.”

KASHAW: “Yeah. Vax would’ve killed me. And like I said, I believe in life– mine, above all others. He’s a good guy, you know. And a hell of a warrior. A little creepy, the way he’s always staring at you, but I can’t really blame him.”

Again, Kashaw is demonstrated to be becoming more selfless. He is obviously still interested in Keyleth at this point, but he has the decency to tell her his honest opinion about Vax, and is happy on her behalf.

KEYLETH: “You know, you’re a good guy too, even though you try really hard to pretend not to be.

KASHAW: “Don’t let that get out, I got a reputation.”

While Kashaw jokes here, he does not tell Keyleth that he’s not; so we know that he thinks of himself as a well-intentioned person. 

KEYLETH: “By the way, y'know, you didn’t need to apologize for stealing that kiss before, it was fine.”

KASHAW: “Well, that’s good to know. It was only my second one!”

This is, in my opinion, one of the most important lines of Kashaw’s dialogue in the entire episode. Notice how he does not rescind his apology. “That’s good to know,” demonstrates alleviated worry, but just because The Kiss™️ didn’t bother Keyleth in the way he thought it might didn’t excuse the circumstances of it, and by leaving the apology standing, he clearly knows this. Neither was he aware when he apologised initially that it was Keyleth’s first kiss- that was never a factor. Whether it was Kiki’s first kiss or her hundredth, he apologised, because what he did wasn’t acceptable. But with his addition, “It was only my second one!” it becomes painfully clear, if it wasn’t already, why he did it;

KEYLETH: “Question. Who was your first kiss?”

KASHAW: “That would be my wife.”

As is evidenced by his vocabulary when referring to his “marriage,” when we meet Kashaw he is profoundly uneducated when it comes to consent. While Kashaw has, and has always had, good intentions- has always been a “good guy,”- Kashaw navigated that first kiss so disastrously because he had literally no other guiding principle other than Vesh when it came to expressing affection, let alone romantic affection. It took a patient mentor, in the form of Zahra, to show him the right path.

There’s so much more I could say but no force on earth will stop me from rewatching all the episodes if I continue, so I just wanted to say that this shift is the offscreen character development to end all offscreen character development. Kashaw, with his own set of beliefs, issues, and hang-ups, feels absolutely like a fully realised individual, and never like someone popping in and out of existence to support the main protagonists, like so many side characters on mainstream television (with a team of writers behind them and free of the mechanics of a tabletop game,) do. As someone who disliked Kashaw when he was first introduced, I was absolutely delighted by how my opinion of him had changed by the end of Sunken Tomb, and that none of these changes seemed implausible or unbelievable- all personal growth with adequately acknowledged catalysts that sends a really positive message about recovery and unlearning toxic behaviours. Whether you like him or dislike him on a personal level, Kashaw is a credible, convincing character, and Will Friedle does an absolutely mind blowingly stellar job of portraying him as such. 

[yandere-daydreams]

do you have an oc? i want hear about your ocs

Right! I’ve actually had these four siblings in mind for a while, and I *will* use any excuse I get to talk about them. In my defense, they’re all great. Babies that are well past spoiled-rotten, but they’re my babies, and I can’t help that. (The picrews used are here x x x x) 

TW: Imprisonment, Emotional Manipulation, Delusional Mindsets, Non-Consensual Drug-Use and Toxic Relationships. 

Name: Lionel Hardcastle

Position: The Failure of an Older Brother

Age: 26

Type: Delusional And Obsessive. 

Bio: The tranquil, would-be heir to the Hardcastle organization. Although his younger siblings were considered, Lionel was always the best with clients, the calmest in painfully crushing situations, and even if he made a point to hide it, the undisputed favorite of his parents. He would’ve taken over as soon as he was of-age, but his glaring lack of interest in the world of business and leadership provided quite the roadblock.

Well, and the fact that he can’t read. Never could, never will, and he shows no indication of an ability to learn. Needless to say, this caused some… minor issues between him and the rest of his family.

That might be why he likes you so much, his sweetheart, his love, the light of his oh-so-frigid life. You’re just so kind, and he knows you’ll never abandon him, even if you act so stubborn whenever he asks you to promise. It’s all he can do not to laugh when you throw your little tantrums and scream like you don’t adore the affection he’ll lather onto you so suffocatingly. There’s nothing he’d rather do than be around you, any moment where his skin isn’t on your instantly becoming unbearable. It’s no wonder he’s always the first of his siblings to snap. He hardly remembers to breathe, when you’re not in the room.

Lionel is quite the artist, too, focusing on stone and sculpting but dabbling in paint whenever the temptation strikes him. Suffice to say, as his fixation begins to outweigh his rationality his patient partner becomes his favorite muse. There’s more of your likenesses in existence than there are galleries to house them, but don’t worry, Lionel’s got a special portion of his workshop dedicated to all those mediocre extras, if only to keep himself sustained when you’ve switched from begging for the restraints to come off to hiding yourself away. Still, there’s only so long he can last before breaking and running to find you. If you really wanted to be alone, then you must not want to be with him. That’d mean you were trying to get away from him, trying to leave him, and… 

Lionel just isn’t sure if he can take that. Not again, and certainly not from you. He’s a weak man, when it comes to that, but he as more than enough iron-based safety measures to put his mind at ease.

Name: Persia Hardcastle

Position: The Motherly Middle Sister

Age: 25

Type: Controlling and Overbearing

Bio: Where do you even start with Persia? She’s the second-born, but it wouldn’t be untrue to say she’s more akin to a nanny than another Hardcastle. Part of it comes from how she grew up, how she had to take care of a pair of twins and deal with a suddenly absentee older brother, all while juggling just how unprepared her parents were for their own tragic, mysterious, purely accidental deaths. But, some people think she’s just… like that. A perfectionist, even when it comes to her own flesh-and-blood. 

Of course, you’re no exception. She’s just as tightly-laced with you as she is while trying to save Finn’s reputation or bring Lionel back home. She does love you, don’t get me wrong, but you’re her stress-relief, her saving grace, the only factor in her life she can have complete control of, even if she doesn’t realize just how much sway she has over you. She knows it isn’t healthy, that no one should think the things she does about you, but Persia can’t risk losing you. She won’t lock you up, she isn’t crazy, but… she doesn’t really have to use chains and collars, either. 

It’s odd, how fixed a certain behavior can be for one person, even after they’ve outgrown the use for it. She was the main caretaker for the twins while they were growing up, so she may’ve gotten into the habit of being a little… parental, when it comes to those she loves. If that just means giving you a disapproving look when you’re eating something you shouldn’t be or insisting on tucking you in at night, count yourself lucky. Falling into her role a little too passionately certainly wouldn’t be out of character, not when she’s already so invested in making sure you’re happy and healthy and by her side. Her angel’s medication is a small price to pay for bliss, really, even if you’re such a baby when it comes to taking it.

Name: Evelyn (Evie) Hardcastle

Position: The Mature Younger Sister

Age: 19

Type: Manipulative and Possessive

Bio: Now, here’s our heir. I mean, why wouldn’t she be? She’s fully literate and everything! Evie’s parents were already gone before Finn and her were so much as differentiable, but their advisors caught on to the siblings’ personalities quickly. Naturally, Evie found her way into a position of power as quickly as she was able to, not only for lack of competition. Not unlike her older brother, she doesn’t have any real interest in whatever vague, sketchy medical field she was thrust into, but Evie stands apart from the pure-intentions of most Hardcastsles. She likes the power of it all, how big it makes her feel. 

She likes knowing she’s the one in charge. You’ll come to understand that, with time.

There’s a good chance you’re her assistant or secretary or some member of her staff that made the mistake of getting a little too friendly, stumbling your way into her cold, dead heart before she could properly put up her defenses. The specifics don’t really matter, not as long as you have those big, shining doe-eyes and the sense to do whatever she says without a second thought. She just thinks you’re so soft, so cute, so vulnerable when you’re in the hands of someone stronger than you… you can’t blame her for getting a little carried away, honestly.

Don’t worry, though, Evie’s the most responsible sibling for a reason. She’s not a nice woman, but she can put on quite the show, as long as it’s for your sake. She’ll be whatever you need her to be for the longest time, whether that’s a boss willing to make compromises or a shoulder to cry on. She’ll string you along for as long as she needs to, having you isolate yourself and falling into her arms so sweetly, but her patience tends to wear thin when someone else comes into the picture. Do your best to avoid that, regardless of how minor the relationship may seem. She already keeps you on such a tight leash… it’d be a massacre if you gave her a real excuse to use force.

Name: Finnian (Finn) Hardcastle

Position: The Rebellious Younger Brother

Age: 19

Type: Jealous and Obsessive

Bio: I hope you’re not prone to whiplash, because Finn is the polar opposite of his sister. Despite being twins, identical on the deepest level two people can be, Evie was groomed while Finn was cast to the side, spoiled and let run wild, unimpeded by the standards his other siblings were held to. He has nothing to do with the family cooperation and as little to do with the others as possible, and he likes it that way. You might’ve caught on, by now, but Finn isn’t exactly the ‘business’ type.

But, distance breeds loneliness, and loneliness breeds desperation. It’s not that he latches onto everyone and anyone, no, Finn is rather selective, but he refuses to let go when he does find someone he wants to be with. You’re just so smart and so clever and so perfect, and all Finn wants to do is stay close to you, to never leave your side. The goal is innocent, full of misguided hope, but Finn didn’t exactly have a normal upbringing. He doesn’t know he shouldn’t want to follow you home or that it’s a little off-putting for a stranger to sit so close to you on an empty train, nor is he going to catch on if you try to turn him down gently. Hell, even if scream and do tell him what a pathetic stalker he is, you won’t get very far. Finn is just so happy you’re talking to him, he can’t bring himself to process what you’re saying.

Oh, and keep in in mind that he’s very used to being the center of attention. Whether it’s Persia’s persistent demands for ‘family time’ or Evie’s loudly voiced concerns, Finn knows when he’s the focus, and he doesn’t like it when the spotlight is somewhere else. That applies to you, too, as hard as he tries to stay on your good side. Distractions aren’t an option, he just gets so twitchy whenever he starts to think he’s your second-favorite, even if you’re being stolen away by a gift he got for you. It’s not a pleasant sort of envy, either. The way he clings to you and whines may seem harmless, at first, but Finn isn’t exactly good at holding himself back, especially when it comes to you. Desperation can turn into destruction in the blink of an eye, and he rarely goes after your new toys. 

[bornfromscarletcords]

EBON VERSE (Tentative Title)

THIS WORK IS UNFINISHED

Daniel Ranger was doing his best to live an ordinary and uneventful life, and despite his best efforts, he was met with minimal success. According to his neighbors, acquaintances, coworkers, fellow dog lovers, and the muggers who always felt the mysterious instinct not to follow him into dark alleys, he looked pretty normal. He was reasonably attractive, with dark hair, dark skin, and a muscular physique. His eyes were a little strange, as they were a very light brown, honey colored, and when it was dark or when the light shined on them they almost looked gold.  From the way he moved, many thought he might have been a soldier. From the way he could disappear almost without a trace, many thought he was a superhero...or an assassin. However, from they way he talked many people found their presumptions about him fading away. “He was so polite, so charming, someone like that couldn’t hurt a fly”, was more or less their general consensus. To say that Daniel was putting on an act wouldn’t be entirely fair as he honestly didn’t want to cause too much trouble, as trouble could attract attention from unsavory forces he’d rather avoid. With that said, it still might have been a stretch to say he honestly cared about how “so and so’s” aunt Bernice was doing in her retirement home across the country.

Daniel had experienced a lot of...stress in his former life, and so one day he decided that he would leave these hardships behind and start over. He said goodbye to his people and the place he had known as home in order to find another one. He kept a few trinkets to remember them by but most of those things were locked in a storage compartment, though he did carry a necklace that his matron had given to him. He rarely took it off but this might have been more unconscious as he seldom thought about it and when people brought it up he said as few words about it as possible.

It wasn’t exactly Daniel’s fault he was experiencing so little success in his endeavors. When he first arrived in this region he had done well in finding a modest apartment, a job at a local bookstore, and establishing himself as an average joe just looking to skate by. The problems arose when, despite his intentions, others wished to pry and poke at his masquerade. It was usually because they wanted something from him, or needed a new form of entertainment. He didn’t always like it but he had learned enough about bureaucracy to pleasantly misdirect the more susceptible busy-bodies. The stubborn and aware, however, he often had to scare away with talents he had hoped he wouldn’t have to use. Worse still, were the ones who wouldn’t be scared off. These folk had the audacity of asking him to lunch, or sharing heartfelt/life changing moments with him. How dare they form a true connection with him.

Anyway these devious schemers who he couldn’t seem to shake often, intentionally or unintentionally, involved him in tasks and events which painstakingly involved him using talents from his former existence. As much as he would have liked these tasks to have had a clean end, every time he thought they were over they’d just crawl their way back with some new variation to them, like the flu or brunch.  

One the main contributors to the absence of normality in his life was Sarina Miyamoto. She was a young woman of Japanese heritage, and Daniel had met her five years before the main events of this story when she was just graduating high school. This should have been a purely uneventful time of celebration for her, but it seemed the fate’s desired more peculiar circumstances. Sarina discovered that she was a part of an extra-dimensional clan of fox creatures, who wished her to rejoin them as one of their priestesses. Sarina had been looking for some excitement in her life, but that was a bit much, so one thing led to another and she ended up enlisting the help of Mr. Ranger. Why she had done this may have just been another one of the fate’s jests, but she explained to him that he seemed to be shrouded in mystery, like he had seen so many strange things that he could face just about anything. Daniel didn’t want to get involved, in fact this was just the type of thing he wanted to avoid the most, but Sarina reminded him too much of friends he’d left behind and the people he had once sworn to protect. The following events were about as far from normal as things could get. The fox clan tested Daniel and eventually found him worthy enough of guiding Sarina (well, their phrasing went something like “the Ookami will lead her”) until she decided to seek them out on her own. Daniel was not happy that they seemed to imply she was now his responsibility, but playing along was one of the few ways that event would end without a lot of dead bodies/aN inter-dimensional disaster.

Daniel found Sarina to be witty, generally skilled, and well humored. He didn’t like admitting it but he enjoyed her company even when she insisted that she was his sidekick (as she grew older exchanged this monicker for “super-partner”). She had once persuaded him to discuss a little about his past where he made the snafu of revealing that he “had been charged with serving and upholding justice” amongst his people. Well Sarina was thinking about what she should focus her studies on and this statement of his implied, to her, that she should pursue a career in law. So Daniel led her down the path of a being an upstanding citizen, you say, that’s not so terrible. Except for the fact that Sarina was mischievous by nature, and liked to convince Daniel into helping her study during his free time, that was when she wasn’t bending every rule or finding every loophole she could so that she could point out how flimsy the law actually was. Daniel didn’t mind her rebelliousness, he actually admired her tenacity and thoughtfulness, he just couldn’t help but feel as if the world might have been a little safer if he had just said he “used to cook pies”.  

Another contributor to his lack of a blissfully forgetful existence was Eydis. One night, Daniel had the misfortune of seeing a large group of men following a lone woman. Daniel didn’t like giving into assumptions, as they could so often be cliche, but something inside of him felt the need to make sure things didn’t get out of hand. He stuck to the shadows, a short distance off. When he saw them beginning to draw many unsavory items he moved to intervene but, as things turned out, his efforts were not needed. The woman screamed, but the men soon joined her. Blood sprayed and poured in a fevered dance of carnage. Limbs were torn, thrown, throats were opened, bellies spilt, and all in a matter of seconds. When the cause of the slaughter finally slowed down long enough for Daniel to get a good look at them, he was intrigued but not exactly pleased. She had long blonde hair braided down her back, on this night. Her skin was like moonlight, almost translucent. She was dressed like she ran a biker gang in her spare time: a brown leather jacket, a black shirt which had a flaming, dancing, skeleton on it, simple jeans, and cowboy...well, cowgirl boots on (without the spurs). At that moment her eyes were burning an angry bloody color but Daniel tried not to look into them. He would come to know that in her less frenzied state they were a soothing blue color. However on this night, he was more concerned with what she was going to do with the terrified, yet unharmed woman, and himself. The biker-lady stalked towards the woman like a lioness to her cub. She tenderly stroked her hair and lifted her chin so that they were staring each other in the eyes. After a moment the woman calmed down and began walking away. Then all that remained on that nigh abandoned street were Daniel, still in the shadows, the biker-lady, and many mutilated corpses.

“I know you’re here fenris, no need to stand on ceremony.” The biker-lady said gazing in his direction. Daniel stepped a little closer into view.

“You let the woman go? Why?” Daniel said.  

“Well it would hardly be a rescue if I had killed her.” The biker woman said, grinning slightly. She had a comely face, and as menacing as fangs could be, her flash of pale bone was not displeasing.

“You know her?” Daniel said.

“Yes, she is a,” She seemed to be struggling for the word, “a friend. Which gives me a reason to be here, but why were you going to put yourself at risk to help a stranger?”

“Old habit, and it would hardly have been a risk. A friend you say?” Daniel said.

“Ah, you doubt my kind could form such a connection?” The biker-lady said.

“I have my doubts about everything, so I’ll save my prejudices for another night. Will she remember what took place here?”

“Doubtful. Maybe she’ll think she had a bad dream or something. I’m not as good as some, but bending minds is not outside of my capabilities.” She said.

“What do you plan to do with the bodies?” he said.

“I called someone beforehand, they should be here soon.” She said.

“I’m not interrupting your midnight snack am I?” Daniel said. At that the biker-lady licked some blood off of her palm. In that moment another image superimposed itself over her, at least in Daniel’s mind. She looked like a nordic warrior, armed with a spear and covered in furs and metal. The image faded almost as soon as it came but it’s remnants would always stay with him.

“Nah, losers taste like mud.” She said kicking one of the bodies, it traveled a couple of feet.

“If that is all, then I should probably be on my way, before your ‘someone’ arrives.” Daniel said turning too leave.

“I would like a name fenris. I was almost indebted to you.”

“I’m not sure if it is healthy for us to mingle.” He said.

“In a polluted region breathing isn’t healthy, yet people do it anyway.” She said. Daniel shrugged and gave her his, in turn she gave him hers. She was Eydis.

This would not be the last night Daniel spent with Eydis, much to his chagrin. To be clear, she was usually only terrible to her enemies, yet it was very clear she was on unfamiliar ground when it came to getting along with Mr. Ranger. Around a week after their first meeting, Daniel realized that he was being followed, which caused him to take many out of the way routes before losing his pursuer and dashing home. This went on for a couple of evenings until he finally confronted the person who had been tailing him. In his mind it could have been anyone, but lo and behold, when he finally used his nose, he noticed a familiar scent. Daniel was pretty annoyed when he discovered what Eydis had been up to. Her reasoning had been, that she wanted to know why he lived such an unusual life. He told her that although it might seem boring it was very fulfilling in a subdued way. He told her to stop following him, and she left. A couple of nights later, she knocks on the door to his house. He had tried to be careful but apparently she had been more determined than she let on. He was going to be mad at her until she asked him for help. She explained that she had created the the vampire who had claim over the local territories (at least for as far as the vampires were concerned), which meant they were close or at least had a lot of history between them. However she refused to officially join his hold, preferring instead to live (well un-live) a life of relative freedom. It was the cause of some strife in their relationship, but she suspected the real reason he was upset about it was more political. He couldn’t or wouldn’t claim her as an asset if she wouldn’t yield to his rule, and as a powerful child of the night she was a very desirable prize. She had heard that a couple of vampires from another hold were in town looking for her. It was under the ruse of some all but ancient feud, but when the local ruler refused to assist her unless she joined his cause she came to the conclusion he must have played some part in the matter. Potentially to push her into his, metaphorical, grasp.

Daniel wanted to shut the door right then and there, but he came to the conclusion that somehow this nonsense would spill over to involve him one way or another and that he might as well get ahead of it. He offered his assistance. Eydis further explained that the rival vampires were beginning to target some of her allies unaffiliated with the hold or another equally substantial (known) force. Basically they were picking on those who couldn’t defend themselves. Daniel’s feathers were suitably ruffled at this and in the course of that week Eydis and he executed numerous vampires and prevented nearly as many “innocent” deaths. Near the end of their campaign however, Eydis was severely wounded. She needed blood, potent blood, and in their isolated locale there was little of that to go around. So, even though she warned him that exchanging blood might bond him to her (she might become his “master”) they did so anyway. With her life (un-life) saved they congratulated themselves on a job well done, and decided they wouldn’t be strangers to one another. A couple of nights later they found out that they might not have much choice in the matter. Eydis approached him stating that she had felt a type of fuzzy something leading to him, in her mind. She tried to “tug” on it to see if she really did have dominion over him but she felt like she had been moved instead. Then she asked him to give her an order, and although he was confused he told her to clean his book shelf. Her expression sort of glossed over for a second and she moved a couple of inches, but then she regained her composure. Apparently somehow the bond had gotten reversed, and he had become her “master”. Daniel was not comfortable with the idea of slavery, it was full of too much temptation and heartache. He expressed his concerns to her and she said “I’ll admit this is surprising, and though I’ve heard of something like this occurring it is very rare. Still I have a decent knowledge of these bonds, and I am a willful creature in my own right so as long as you don’t abuse it we should be fine.” What she didn’t say was that she would nonchalantly call him Master, or Milord as if it was only to be expected or that she would grow fond of the bond because it meant he wouldn’t just be able to up and leave without telling her. Something she suspected he might do if he got tired of her company. In all fairness, Daniel didn’t tell her that he had a likely suspect for what had caused the bonds reversal. It was that strange necklace which was almost always with him.

Then there was the dragon. A couple of wildfires had been flaring up in the surrounding forest, which was something of great concern for the local populace. It was Sarina who convinced Daniel to investigate. Her wording went something like “How can you pretend to be normal if everyone you want to fool is burnt to a crisp.” She then sweetened the deal by adding “And if it really is just a couple of natural phenomenon then I will buy you ice cream.” Daniel liked ice cream, it was so icy and creamy. So Daniel and his partner in crime solving went out to check the territory surrounding the fires. It was Sarina who had found the portal. She noticed a haziness in the air, when too much heat is present, except this haziness seemed to form a symbol. When Sarina reached out to touch it, Daniel reached to pull her back but it was too late. They both went tumbling through into the dragon’s den. When they saw the giant of a creature they felt the need to quote various films about what happens when people bring dinosaurs back to life. They would have acted on this need but they seemed to have lost the ability speak in the presence of those great jaws, wicked claws, gargantuan wings and serpent like tail. It was a beautiful creature, in a horrifying way. They understood why people might hunt, revere and flee from such a great beast. Their attention was so focused on the creature and its scarlet scales that when they took a look around they were even more surprised. The idea of a dragon’s den, in their minds implied a desolate and dangerous cavern littered with jewels. Well there was treasure but instead of being littered on the ground it adorned the walls and furniture or was tightly packed in chests. The desolate cave looked more like a hidden palace, albeit from medieval times, but it was still impressive and smacked of prestige and great wealth. The color scheme was various shades of red orange, violet and black, and after awhile Daniel couldn’t help but associate the images and colors with that of outer space. It was like walking in the void, stunning and haunting all at the same time. Then the dragon spoke.

“Intruders, snacks, champions? What are you and by what right do you enter my domain?” The dragon said. The voice sounded female, divine, and bestial all at the same time. Sarina and Daniel exchanged a glance.

“We’ll go with the option that doesn’t get us eaten or killed.” Sarina said.

“What my friend here is trying to say is that we mean you no harm nor any disrespect. We entered here by accident, and if you allow it we will leave without incident.” Daniel said.

“Hmmm, you don’t seem to be lying, but even if I wanted you to go I couldn’t allow you to.” The dragon said shifting around as if she were uncomfortable, it reminded Sarina of dogs circling their resting area for a better spot.

“What do you mean, this domain is under your command is it not?” Daniel said.

“Are you mocking me?” The dragon said a small jet of flame spewing from her mouth as smoke rose from her nostrils.

“Of course not, he’s just wants to understand the situation better, it’s not everyday we meet a creature as awesome and magnificent as yourself.” Sarina said. The dragon seemed pleased and preened herself.

“Well, I am fairly impressive aren’t I?” She said.

“You’re extraordinary.” Daniel said.

“To answer your question, this domain is an extension of my will, my mind, my heart and soul. It shares that trait with most of my powers. I have influence with it but I could no sooner control it than I could control my own emotions. I feel what I feel, and this domain does what it pleases for the most part.” The dragon said.

“So, it’s alive?” Daniel said.

“It has intentions, whether that makes it alive is a can of worms I don’t feel like opening. I’m more interested in why it showed its door to you.”

“Perhaps because it knew we were here to help. The fires are endangering the town and the wildlife. If we can do anything to stop them then we will.” Sarina said. Daniel gave her a look like he didn’t like her volunteering their services to large and dangerous magical creatures.

“As I said, my powers are not completely under my control. Many dragons prefer to fly powerfully and free so to speak, so we are not entirely well versed when it comes to restraining ourselves. I have a wound inside, it causes me great distress and I fear it has made my abilities more volatile than usual. I thought locking myself away here might limit the damage but it seems it did not work as well as I might have hoped.” The dragon said.

“I know the feeling. When I first came to this land I tried to suppress a part of myself; put it to sleep while I was awake. It seemed to work, but whenever I was asleep it would have its day. Finally after waking up, naked, in the woods, surrounded by half eaten woodland creatures I realized whatever I was doing wasn’t working.” Daniel said.

“What did you do?” The dragon said.   

“I had to face myself. Choosing another way of life is one thing but rejecting who you are inside is another. As soon as I realized that we were able to get along just fine again. It was hard, but so are a lot of things.”

“We?” The dragon said, then its amber eyes flashed brightly. “Oh, I see, I hadn’t noticed at first. You are varg.” She said.

“I don’t mean to interrupt but do you need us to find you a doctor or something?” Sarina said.

“No the wound is not physical, it is a wound of the heart and soul.”

“They can be the most painful and the most deadly.” Daniel said.

“How can we help?” Sarina said.

“I require a Champion, someone I can bestow my flame upon who will not be destroyed by it in turn. It must be a person of honor, great virtue, and or one of righteous authority. My flame would erase most others.

“Well, you heard the dragon, you’re up Sarina.” Daniel said patting her on the back.

“What, why me?” Sarina said.

“You’re interested in studying law right?” Daniel said.  

“Yeah eventually, but if I’m being honest, I’m a little too cynical of the whole institution to risk getting barbecued. You actually used to be a justice, or whatever, for a living you totally got this.” Sarina said, pushing him forward.

“You’re forgetting to mention the fact that I left that life behind and currently spend my time misleading humans into thinking I’m just an average book salesman.” Daniel said.

“Glad to see you’re both so eager.” The dragon said, the sarcasm all but permeating the air. “If you can’t decide, then I will, I choose the varg. Little vixen, you have much potential and even now greatness shines from you but at the moment he is the most powerful which I think means he is most likely to survive the process.” The dragon said.

“Well, straight from the dragon’s mouth. You heard her Daniel, your power dwarfs mine,” Sarina said.

“If I survive you’re buying me ice cream later. Actually scratch that, even if I don’t buy one for my ghost.” Daniel grumbled as he prowled over to the dragon.  

“Fair enough, that’s why I like you oh eminent one.” Sarina said.

“What do I need to do?” Daniel said.

“Over in that corner you’ll find a chair as well as…. well you’ll know it when you see it. It will take the shape of an instrument of some sort, but if you let your soul speak to it, it will fashion itself in the form of your choosing.”

“Interesting. Then what.”

“You come back here and play.”

“That’s it?”

“Well, the idea is that the music will serve as a bridge of sorts through which our souls can connect. My soul is fire so you will be enveloped in flame. If your soul is weak or...nevermind, just dig deep and play from your truth. The instrument works from your deeper emotions and intentions so even if you had no experience it would probably still sing. I guess the ritual is supposed to symbolize me relying on someone else. Dragons with power can become too proud to ask for help. Anyway by allowing another to feel me, I can finally feel my own truth. The wound will heal, or at least become healthier.” The Dragon said. Daniel went to get the tools at first he was holding a violin but when he sat down it turned into a guitar.

“I think it would help if I knew your name and you mine. Something we can connect to. I go by Daniel Ranger in these parts.” Daniel said after strumming a couple of notes on the guitar. It sounded like the instrument it was supposed to be but there were also other notes in there as if there were a whole ensemble hidden in the room. An orchestra of phantoms.

“Well I’ve had many names.” The dragon said.

“Anyone will do.” Daniel said.

“Some come from very dangerous languages.” The dragon said.

“That’s okay, you could even make one up, we wouldn’t know.” Sarina said as she hunkered down behind a large couch.

“Okay, I think I have one that will work, Seren Malak Mishal. Ren for short, if that works for you.” Ren said, and Daniel began to play. The decor, illustrations, and even the air  within the palace began to dance and hum. From behind cover Sarina whistled along as she wondered if the whole universe was moving to the tune. There was still the sound like many were playing through one, and yet it was clear that Daniel was steering the course; the song howled and loped in a way that was entirely his own. Then Ren began to sing along as well. It was a sound of ferocity, wildness, and miracles; of a fire that could create or end the world. The harmony made the two glow and Ren’s form seemed to shift into pure light and flame. Her blaze engulfed Daniel but his verse filled her. She tilted her head back as if baying to the full moon. Magic and radiant color flashed through the room, the music died down, and where a dragon once stood there was a woman. She had hair like molten rubies; it curled and flowed as it pleased down her back. At first she was naked, and then she looked somewhat demonic in armor of bones and black scales which seemed to be attached to her. Horns sprouted from her head as draconic wings beat once, twice, three times before she changed again, looking something like a great, and human, woman. She wore a long dress which could have made been worn by a queen or a mystic of countless mysteries.

“Your soul is a perplexing one Daniel Varg. In it is a great pride, almost like the dark ones who challenged heaven above, or perhaps that of the creature which cast them down. There is a hunger which tries to feast on the many sorrows which surround it but in these things it finds no sustenance. Hollow glories litter your thoughts, and with each reflection they fade even more, and yet your spirit keeps reaching, keeps clawing forward. You will hunt the place you truly belong until the end of days and maybe even beyond. And should peace and fate fail you, you would kill your way to the garden of your choosing, stalking forward on a road made of corpses. You carry the hopes of many, and in trying to balance them you tilt the axis of the world. Within your claws is the heart of truth. Your vision may be the first and last judge to all it visits. Look well and deeply.” Ren said.

“I’m just a book salesmen.” Daniel said, and at first Ren looked confused but then she laughed a great and beautiful sound which filled the room, as if made by something far larger.

Daniel was exhausted after playing and Sarina had to help him move. Ren was able to send them through the portal back to their land, which was a good sign. Before she did however she said they were always welcome, especially her Champion. That night Daniel had some of the best sleep he’d ever experienced, but he woke a little here or there and when he did he could have sworn his muzzle was buried in hair like a crimson sun, as clawed fingers clutched at welcoming flesh. Perhaps he’d been dreaming.

Now of course Daniel had met with other people and entertained other adventures throughout the duration of his self imposed exile, however the point where the main events of this story should unfurl has arrived. Don’t worry, his past and his other relationships will be explored as well. Enjoy the tantalizing occurrences which ceaselessly thwart his attempts at a simple life. They were cultivated from many branches of thought to garden this peculiar plot.