#hope dl ends good

[made-nondescript]

crazy idea....what if emerald duo ask blog reboot but text based this time

[deus-ex-mona]

video game character: *sleeps for a thousand years*

me:

[chrisbangs]

ok well 🥱 update ... i said yes to this guy that asked me out... zzz

[iinmysights]

my arm hurty and my nose pressy but almost $2k later my tattoo is finished teehee :3

[freesomebodybyluna]

Diary time!!!

[biibini]

would you please consider my request? 😆😋😋

mizu wants to see f!reader to masturbate in front of her and ask reader right away then mizu just enjoying the show and saying bunch of filthy words, guiding and all but also ended up having her fingers fucking the reader until the reader is pleading for mizu to stop pathetically but mizu is too lustful because how sweet and hot you sound

show & tell: modern!mizu x reader smut (request)

tags: NSFW, smut, modern!mizu, f!reader, masturbation with an audience, dirty talk, praise, so much praise, mizu has a DIRTYYYY mouth, fingering, guiding, finger-sucking, mizu holding back, if you squint rlly hard its edging on the dl, teasing, begging, she pussy whipped lets be real

a/n: i apologize for being MIA,, midterms has been kicking my ass lately :( i hope yall enjoy this though, i've been cookin this for a while

nsfw 18+ under the cut!

You and Mizu are laying side by side, the moonlight shining into the bedroom. It’s one of those nights where you’re cuddling, and a little bit of making out to end the night.

That’s at least what you expected.

Mizu’s lips softly kiss against yours as her arms wrap around your sides, pulling you closer to her. You lock lips, letting her guide you. You feel up her neck and up to the back of her head. Her arms wrap tighter. In response, you let your fingers run deep into her hair, grasping onto it from the sudden squeeze.

Mizu pulls back and gasps, her mouth agape from the unexpected pull. She scoffs playfully. You watch as her eyes darken under the moonlight, glimmering with spirit.

“Oh, so you want to play that game, huh.”

Before you can react, you feel her lips back on you again. Instead of feeling her on your lips, she starts to work her way down your neck. With each kiss, you feel a jolt of pleasure run up your neck. As Mizu works her way closer to your ears, a moan escapes your lips.

“Feels good, doesn’t it.”, she teases. You feel her arms slowly loosen their grip on you, allowing her to continue her work on your neck.

“Mmhm, Mizu- ah-”, you respond back. You could barely answer back as you felt Mizu playfully nibble at your neck, leaving small maroon spots to blossom later tonight.

Her arms wrap around your upper half, pulling your neck closer to her lips. You feel one of her hands gently caress your hips, teasing you to a night of pleasure. Initially, she was content with making out before bed. Instead, a curious thought entertained Mizu’s head. Something that you had never done in front of her before.

You attempt to mirror her actions and reach for her instead, hoping to bring her the same pleasure from your touch. However, Mizu unexpectedly pulls your hands away.

“Let's try something new tonight.”, she says into your ear. The allure of her voice sends shivers up your spine. She pulls away from your neck to watch your reaction. “How does that sound, baby?”

Something new?

“What did you have in mind?”, you ask, curious about her request.

You feel her hand move your hands away from her hips. Instead, she places them towards your panties, gently palming around your entrance. She comes back closer to your neck, inches away from your ear.

“I wanna watch you.”, she answers with a lust in her voice. She grins before planting a kiss close to your ear. “I wanna see you play with yourself.”

You freeze as your brain tries to comprehend Mizu’s request. It didn’t help that she was leaving soft kisses along your neck. Did she just say-

“Can you do that for me, hmm?”

Her question left you stunned. Her soft kisses contradicted the request. 

It didn’t help that you instantly melt under her voice. 

You could only nod as she lets go of your hand below, giving you the freedom to touch yourself as you place. Her free hand places itself on the other side of your neck, gently brushing over the blooming maroon marks from her earlier work. As she continued her hard work on your neck, you start to move your fingers, circling your throbbing clit atop the fabric of your panties.

Left to your imagination, you imagine how you would normally touch yourself alone. How you would think about Mizu’s touches and build up while you pleasured yourself. Without thinking, your fingers apply pressure against the outside of your entrance. You feel your middle finger toy with your clit through the fabric, making your head throw back in response. You think about how Mizu’s fingers mimicking yours while her head was in between your thighs. Perhaps they were kissing down your thighs.

Or leaving marks closer to your heat.

Instinctively, hums and moans start to escape your mouth.

Little did you know that Mizu had been watching you slowly unfold without her touch. Now pulled away from your neck, she carefully watches the show. You continue to play with yourself, the damp spot by your entrance growing with every second that passes. 

“What a good girl… Following my request so easily.”, Mizu praises you. You look up and spot her sitting next to you. Your eyes meet her gaze. They long for entertainment. A good show.

Following her voice, you slide your panties to the side, giving her a full view of your dewy mess. You watch her eyes redirect themselves towards the star of the show. You teasinly tug on your the fabric, using it to rub against your pulsing clit. You let moans escape, allowing Mizu to fully hear the magic happen.

You feel the dampness and sweat build up and spread across your inner thighs. They paint your thighs and entrance with your slick, glimmering under the moonlight.

“Fuck, baby.”

Mizu could only watch as her pretty girl was unfolding in front of her very eyes. Sure, she orchestrated this entire thing. But being a viewer during this engaging show began to be… damned difficult.

On the other hand, you continued to stimulate yourself with your panties, the knot starting to build inside you. You could think about Mizu usual touches to help you get closer to your peak. 

You could also just think about her praises and instantly unfold.

Mizu could only sit and stare at your slick spreading across your thighs. How it would easily lubricate her fingers. How it would feel so cooling on her face as she ate you out. How sweet you would taste.

“God you’re just, so wet. Let me taste how sweet you are.”, Mizu commented.

Following orders, you fully pull off your panties. You feel your fingers touch your sticky entrance, dipping into the puddle you had created all on your own. Your fingers directly touch your folds, swirling around your bare entrance.

Mizu as a viewer was sitting at the edge of her seat. 

“I know, that’s all you.”, she praised as she continued to watch your fingers gather as much slick as you could.

Dear god, this was a lot to handle, Mizu thought. This is the first time she had ever watched you fully masturbate in front of you. Yeah sure, she’s definitely done multitudes of other things that would instantly make you finish. There’s not doubt about that.

But to watch a one-woman show? Without her touch?

She was just a first timer.

She witnesses you bringing your index and middle finger closer to you. She watched as some of your juices ran down your hand. At this point, Mizu could barely handle being a viewer, the sexual frustration driving her over the edge. Impatiently, she grabbed your finger and pulled it close to her mouth.

“Let me taste before it drips down now.”

Your fingers touch Mizu’s tongue. The slick enters her mouth, the coating mixing with her saliva. She gently sucks on your fingers to get a taste of you. You feel some of the liquid escape and end up smothered on her lips.

“Mmm, you taste so… so sweet.”, she pauses to say. Mizu continues to indulge herself with your fingers, savoring your taste with her wet tongue. 

You’ve never seen her so pussy-whipped in your life.

You stared in awe and watched as she sucked your fingers clean. She pulls your wrist back down to your very dripping wet mess. With her other hand, she messily wipes away the mess she made on her face. 

She looks back at you. You easily read the neediness in her ocean blue eyes. But you couldn’t read how much she was holding back.

“Keep touching yourself with those fingers.”

Following her command, you watched as Mizu laid back, becoming a viewer of the show you were putting on. To think that you could get this wet without her touches was an absurd idea. Yet here she is, doing nothing except watching & indulging your every move.

You continue to touch yourself and watch your only viewer continue to hold back. While Mizu was watching your every move, you began to read every sign: her hand gripping onto the sheet, her mouth practically drooling from the view, and her eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

She looks so frustrated, yet at the same time, so desperate for you.

You slip a finger inside, its length easily sliding into you. You hum in pleasure. Out of curiosity, you look up to Mizu to find her eyes lit up out of interest while she bit the inner corner of her lips. You took it upon yourself to slowly pull in and out, mimicking what Mizu would usually do if she was in charge. You open your legs wider as you continued your slow pace, your slick coating your finger once again.

In and out, Mizu watched. She stared at your painfully slow pace, your liquids gushing out with every push inside. She said one command and her girl immediately followed? How obedient.

“You’re so well-behaved, Y/N.”, Mizu cooed. Her hand moves closer to your head, gently caressing the top of your head while you continue to fuck yourself in front of her. Her voice makes your insides grip on your finger tighter, making you moan in response.

“Aw, is my good girl dripping wet?”, she teases, her voice lowering. “Practically soaking from my words?”

“Y-Yeah.”, you moan out breathily. You pull out to massage the outside of your entrance with your fingers before you quickly slip your index and middle fingers inside. A small cry comes out of your mouth as you feel the two digits slip into you, stretching you out. It feels so familiar yet so unknown at the same time.

As good as you felt, you wished it was Mizu instead. You wished for her slender fingers to substitute yours, to feel them sink deep into you. But instead, you can only pleasure yourself with the thought.

“Such a good girl,”, Mizu cups your face, her hands up now against your flushed face. “Aren’t you? Hm, Y/N?”

She chuckles at the growing heat of your face, gently caressing your cheeks.

You nod in response, pumping your fingers inside you, going at the same slow place as before. Your liquids continue to pour out, making a wet mess in between your thighs. The tantalizing pace felt like torture. But with Mizu’s praise, it felt so fucking good. 

You continue the pace, thinking about Mizu once again. How her fingers would be able to reach places you couldn’t. How they would be able to hit the right spots immediately. How you would always arch your back to feel her hit a deeper angle. How her touch would send shivers done your back.

And how her hand would take control of you while you finished on her fingers.

“Go faster for me. I know you can do that for me.”

And faster you did.

You lean your face into her hand and close your eyes. Your mind continues to fantisize about your viewer as you speed up the pace. You groan as your fingers pumped in and out, continuing to stretch your insides. You feel your clit throb as it gains pleasure with every pump.

You groan as you feel your wrists start to strain from the speed. You rest your hand on your inner thigh, attempting to gain some control before you completely tire out. The new angle makes a moan slip out.

“Mmm, that’s it.”, Mizu praises as she continues to caress your cheek, watching you get closer and closer to your peak. “Good job baby.”

You continue your pace, using her praise to fuel your speed. You feel her face inch closer to yours, her breath tickling your neck. You tighten around your fingers as Mizu places soft kisses down your neck. Shivers start running down your spine as your mind races, practically aching to feel more of her. You continue to moan in response.

However, your pace begins to falter as your wrists start to give out. Mizu notices this change and leaves one final kiss on your neck before inching closer to your ear.

“Getting tired so soon?”, she teased, her voice echoing inside your ear.

“Mmhmm, yeah- ah!”, you yelp as you feel Mizu’s hand pull away from your face. The pads of her fingers start to gently circle around your clit, building up the pleasure even more. Your wrist gives out and you slowly pull out, leaving them to lie to the side.

You feel Mizu’s fingers explore past your clit.

“You’re this wet without me?”, she taunted, her fingers now inches away from your dripping wet entrance. “My pretty girl is all excited for me?”, she lowly whispers in your ear.

Instinctively, your thighs close in, your hips pathetically grind against her. You’re still throbbing, needing something, anything at this point, to go inside and finish you off.

And her voice… God, her voice made praise sound so sinful yet so good.

You attempt to keep your voice down as you unfold under her touch. She moves close to your entrance, prepping her fingers with your slick. As she coats her fingers, you feel her lips touch your neck once again, leaving a few marks scattered down your neck, each soon to blossom a deep shade of maroon.

“So fucking wet…”, she groans as two of her fingers enter you, letting the lust take over.

She couldn’t play as an audience member anymore. She knew you missed this, and so did she. What fun is a show if the audience can’t interact with the talent on stage?

In this case, you were a dripping-wet talent. And soon to become a vocal talent at that.

You moan in response, her digits going deep as you had fantasized earlier. 

“Fuck, Y/N, it slipped in so easily. You miss me this much?” she says, smirking at you.

At this point, you can't control what to say. All you can do is react with a nod as her fingers fully sink inside of u. They fully stretch your insides, reaching a deep spot inside u. Mizu feels you tighten around her fingers. She knew your sweet voice couldn’t be self-contained. Testing the waters, she slowly pulls out all the way before deeply thrusting inside of you. You feel another jolt of pleasure hit you. A loud cry comes out, louder than ever before.

“Mizu, please… I’m- ah-“

You feel her slip in another digit. It slip inside you so easily yet all you could do was cry in response. Mizu slows down the pace, letting the new digit stretch you out even more.

“I’m so close Mizu. It’s just so much-”

You try to explain as the three digits plunge deep into you. Instinctively, you grab the sheets, gripping tight onto them. Mizu slowly pulls out once again and thrusts back quickly and deeply into you. Your moans grow louder with every thrust, the pace slowly gaining speed. Mizu feels you clench around her, getting tighter with every pump.

Every nerve, every ache continues to grow in pleasure as Mizu quickens the pace. All she could hear is the squelching from her thrusts and your sweet moans, motivating her to continue her pace.

“Mizu, please, It’s so- fuck!”, you cry out in pleasure as you feel yourself gain closer to your peak, feeling the familiar knot grow tighter and tighter in your lower stomach. Her breath hitched, tickling against your neck.

You call out her name out loud as her pace grew faster, pumping fast and deep into your soaking-wet insides. Mizu listened as your cries grew even louder, echoing against the bedroom walls. Your thighs start trembling, hoping to close the gap between them.

At this point, she could easily read you. How close you were to unfolding and finishing on her fingers. How close you were to yelling and screaming her name. How close you were to twitching and tightening around her fingers.

“Lemme hear that pretty voice of yours.”, she requested for the last time.

With one final thrust, you feel yourself reach your high, spasming against Mizu’s continuous pace deep into you. Your thighs attempt to close, your hips instinctively grind against her fingers. She continued the pace, relentlessly pushing deep into you as you ride out your high.

You turn to Mizu, whining next to her, letting her hear your melodic cries late into the night.

[virginsexgod69]

Hey, I love your writing! Could you write a story about Rick Grimes and a female reader?

It's two months after Lori's death and you and Rick have been sneaking around keeping your relationship on the DL

And during one of the hookups, he ended up calling you Lori instead. The hookups stopped for a while, and he went crazy because you had been avoiding him since the awkward moment. He ended up doing everything in his power to get you back

Please don't rush take your time :]

❝ Sweetheart ❞

pairing Rick Grimes x f!Reader

cw smut, unprotected p in v, angst, pining

note you are very kind, @hutchersonsgurl and i really enjoyed writing this request! sorry i took so long, but ty for your patience! i hope you like!

4.7k words

 This was the nth time you woke up naked, laying against Rick's bare chest in the uncomfortable cot of your cell. The first time this happened, you felt horrible. His wife had died barely two months ago, and here you were fucking him in secret. Maybe this was his way of grieving, or maybe he actually liked you, but either way the sex was too good to stop. 

"Mornin' sweetheart," he said, his voice still raspy with sleep. Your heart swelled. You loved when he used that nickname. You responded by pressing a gentle kiss to his chest. He wrapped his strong arms around you, pulling you closer. 

"Get 'nough sleep?" he asked, a teasing quality to his voice. He had kept you up all night and he knew it. You had the sore thighs and marks littering your body to prove it. 

“You kept me up all night and wore me out. I think I should be exempt from my duties today.”  He laughed at your suggestion. 

“S’too bad. I wanted to go out for a quick supply run, jus you ’n me.”  You perked up at this. Supply runs that involved just the two of you were always more than supply runs. Even if they ended up just being regular supply runs, you still enjoyed spending time with Rick. 

“When’re we leavin’!?” You asked excitedly as you untangled yourself from Rick’s arms to get up. He pulled you back into the cot and held you in a tighter embrace. 

“It’s still early. Let’s stay like this for a bit, yeah?” He asked before tenderly kissing your hairline. 

"You seriously wearin' that?" Rick asked as you approached the car. You wore a form fitting tank top paired with some denim low rise short shorts. You knew it wasn't the most practical outfit, but you couldn't resist teasing him. 

"Somethin' wrong?" you asked with faux innocence. He couldn't answer you seeing as he was too busy gawking. Piercing blue eyes stared at your cleavage before drifting down to your thighs where the marks he sucked on them peeked out from beneath the shorts. He's seen you naked and been inside you so many times, yet the sight of you in that simple outfit damn near brought him to his knees. 

"You gonna keep starin' or are we gonna get goin'?" You asked, arms impatiently crossed beneath your chest. He playfully rolled his eyes before opening the passenger side door for you, ushering you inside. He got in the driver's side and began driving to the department store you spotted the other day. 

 Rick's hand rested comfortably on your thigh as he drove and as you alternated between admiring him and admiring the view outside. Being alone with the man gave you the perfect opportunity to ask him all the questions swimming in your head about your relationship. You couldn't decide between enjoying the peaceful, comfortable silence or initiating a talk with him, but eventually decided on the latter. 

"What am I to you, Rick?" you asked with forced nonchalance. You could've sworn you saw him tense up, but he recovered so quickly you couldn't even be sure it happened. 

"What do you-" he took a breath, "what do you mean?" 

The lack of an immediate answer made your heart sink a little. You weren't expecting a speech followed by a marriage proposal, but anything else would've been nicer. 

"Am I a rebound? A friend? A bootycall? A..." you hesitated for a moment, "girlfriend?" You hated how hopeful you sounded at the last suggestion. 

 He ran a hand over his face and sighed before answering. "I don' know what you are to me." Your eyes burned with tears that you refused to let fall. His hand grabbed yours, squeezing it comfortingly. "But I know you're special to me and I could never live without you." You reciprocated his hand squeeze. Although it wasn't exactly what you wanted to hear, his words made your heart swell. 

  You held his hand for the rest oft the car ride, until the department store came into view. It was worn down on the outside, like most places were, and some of the letters were missing from the sign. Some windows were broken and others were boarded up. Pickings were slim so even if you thought there'd be nothing in there, it'd be worth it to check. You exited the car and grabbed your backpack full of snacks, water bottles, and a few weapons along with an empty bag for your finds and slung it over your shoulder. Rick grabbed it from you and carried it instead, a simple but gentlemanly gesture. 

 Hand in hand, the two of you entered the store. You were shocked to see fluorescent lighting and feel the cool air conditioning. The rest of the store was a mess. Dismembered mannequins, clothes, and clothing hangers littered the floor. Empty clothing racks were tipped over along with shopping carts. 

"Just grab a bunch of these clothes for everyone, I'll go look for some baby stuff," Rick said. You agreed and began shoving as many clothes as you could fit into the empty bag. With Rick off somewhere else, you began looking around the store. It all looked the same aside for a few different items strewn across the floor. You threw an apple scented candle into the bag because why not, and shoved in some blankets. The bag could barely zip, which was your sign to stop "shopping." You continued exploring the store until you came across the mattress aisle.

   It had felt like ages since you've felt the comfort of a real mattress and it was far too tempting not to give in. You set the bag down, but kept your knife and holster on you in case you ran into any trouble. You ran before jumping onto a random mattress, bouncing a little before settling on it. The fluffy comfort soothed your achy body. It hadn’t even been a minute, but your eyelids already started feeling heavy. Rick calling your name jostled you from your short sleep. You debated on ignoring him so you could drift back off to sleep, but that was far too dangerous and you knew that. 

“Over here,” you called back. He found his way over to you, baby clothes and other items in his arms. He looked at you skeptically before setting the stuff in his arms down. 

“What’re you doin?” 

“When was the last time you felt a real mattress, Rick?”  He looked up in thought, but took too long to answer, so you patted the spot beside you. He flopped onto the mattress, settling down next to you. You turned to face him. 

“Comfy, right?” His face cracked into a smile. 

“Yeah, too bad we can’t take it back to the prison,” he lamented. 

“Yeah,” you trailed off, eyes darting between his eyes and pink lips, “We better make the best outta this while we can.” You couldn’t help the way your mouth pulled into a smirk. His face mirrored yours as he pulled you in for a kiss. You tangled your fingers in his hair, deepening the kiss. His hands slid down your body, gripping your ass before pulling you into him, grinding his crotch against yours. He moaned into your mouth, allowing you to slip your tongue into his, tasting him. Out of breath, he pulled away, panting with pink cheeks and pupils blown with lust. He flipped you from on your side to your back before kneeling on either side of your hips. You sat up and went for his belt buckle, but he pushed you back down into the mattress. 

“C’mon, Rick, what’re you waiting’ for?” You whined impatiently. He leaned down and grabbed your face between one of his large hands, lips puffing out from the way he squeezed your cheeks. 

“Patience, little girl, or I won’t let ya cum,” he threatened with a lustful darkness in his eyes. Your stomach flipped and your pussy throbbed. You loved this side of Rick, but you hated waiting. You nodded your head and he relinquished his hold on your face. The pout on your face was quickly wiped away when he began sucking on the space where your neck and shoulder connected. You were too caught up in the moment to worry about him leaving marks on hard to cover places on your body, and he didn't seem to care too much either. He nipped at your collar bones as you tried to stifle the giggles that the ticklish feeling of his beard caused. When your tank top got in the way of his descent, he made quick work of removing it, almost tearing it in the process. His eyed went wide when he realized you weren't wearing a bra, but you just smiled innocently at him, causing his pants to tighten. The cool, air conditioned air hardened your nipples, which Rick pinched, earning restrained whimpers from you and making you squirm beneath him. 

"Nah, no holdin' back, I wanna hear you." 

"B-but what if walkers-" your own moan cut you off when Rick took your breast into his warm mouth. He captured your nipple between his tongue and the roof of his mouth as he sucked all while his other hand continued pinching the other. Your hands tangled in his hair as you pathetically whimpered. He pulled away from your breast with a wet pop and continued kissing wet, sloppy kisses down your stomach, until he met the waistband of your little shorts. The way he strained against his pants grew painful and he knew he wouldn't last much longer. 

"Turn 'round, wanna see your pretty ass in those little shorts," he ordered, gripping your hips to flip you over. You supported yourself on your elbows with your back arched and ass in the air, per Rick’s command. 

“God, you look so damn good in those shorts.” The complement sent heat flooding to your core. 

“Hurry up, Rick, I need you!” You whined wantonly. You knew Rick didn’t have patience for your impatience, but could he take any longer? Rick slapped your ass, leaving a pleasurable sting. 

“What’d I tell you ‘bout bein’ patient?” Rick snapped. You glanced at him behind you with pleading pout on your face, silently asking for forgiveness all while begging him to hurry up and pound you into the mattress. He already couldn’t say no to you, but when you looked at him like that it took almost everything in him to not give into your every whim. 

“Goddamn, sweetheart, you drive me crazy,” he groaned as he hurriedly unbuckled his belt. His hands were on you again, yanking your shorts down to your knees. With the way your arousal coated your inner thighs, Rick gave up on taking his time with you. You looked so delectable as you eagerly laid there desperately waiting for him with your own wetness leaking down your supple thighs. His hand held your hip in place as the other lined himself up with your entrance. He slid in effortlessly, filling you up so perfectly. A guttural moan escaped him once he bottomed out.  Every vein along his shaft you could feel as he thrusted in and out of you. His grip on your hips hardened to the point of leaving bruises as he pounded in and out of you. 

“Yer takin’ me so good, princess,” he said between his own pants and occasional breathy moans.

Your elbows shook as you struggled to support yourself, weakened by the pleasure and the pounding you were getting from the man behind you. They finally gave out, leaving you face down in the soft mattress. Rick’s thrusts were becoming sloppy and rhythmless as his breathing shallowed. 

“Rick, ‘m gonna cum,” you whined. 

“Me too, jus’ wait a sec.” 

He continued his tired thrusts, his hips bumping your ass with each one, filling the store with wet, erotic sounds.

“Oh, god! Rick!” You screamed as you came around his cock. Your velvety walls squeezed him as your eyes rolled back while your orgasm overtook you. He let out a guttural moan as his hot release flooded your tired cunt. After pulling out, the man collapsed beside you on the mattress. You turned to face him, a sleepy smile on your face as you cuddled up to him. He took you in his arms and held you to his chest, peppering kisses all over any part of you he could reach. 

“You’re so good to me, Lori,” he said between kisses. You froze and Rick did too. You forced yourself out of his arms. His arms were once your favorite place to be. You felt safe, warm, and comforted, like the world hasn’t ended. But now it felt like your world ended. The arms that once gave you safety and comfort left you feeling vulnerable and weak. 

“Sweetheart, I-I’m sorry, it was a genuine mistake,” he pleaded. His blue eyes held unshed tears which he blinked back as he desperately apologized. You ignored him, choosing instead to redress yourself in an angered frenzy. 

He called your name in that firm tone he uses when he’s serious. “It was an accident, I promis-“

“Shut up, Rick!” You snapped. His eyes widened in shock and honestly yours did too. You never snapped at him and not in a million years would you have told him to shut up. But you were just so angry. He hurried off the bed and pulled up his pants before hurrying to catch up to you as you stormed off. He grabbed your arm, successfully stopping you. 

“Just,” he sighed, “just listen to me. Please?” He pleaded. You refused to look at him, not wanting him to see the tears you couldn’t hold back. You snatched your arm out of his grip and grabbed your previously discarded bag. 

“I’m goin’ back to the prison,” you said cooly, grateful you were able to keep the waver out of your voice. The lump in your throat burned and your chest ached, but you refused to look back at the man, despite him calling after you. In all honesty, you just wanted to run into his arms and cry into his chest, but he was the one who had you feeling this way. 

 Rick had caught up to you once you were back outside in the Georgian heat. “You can’t walk back to the prison by yourself. It’s far and it’s dangerous,” he bargained. You turned to glare at him, facing him for the first time since he called you by his recently deceased wife’s name. 

“I can handle myself just fine out there and you know that!”  Rick was only rubbing salt in the wound, intentional or not. It already hurt that he called you by the wrong name, but to underestimate you like that only cut deeper. 

“I don’t doubt that one bit, but it’s dangerous out there and I’m jus’ tryin’ to protect you!” 

 Normally, you reveled in his protectiveness. It made you think that maybe there was a chance he loved you, too, but now it only made you angrier. How dare he hurt you then pretend to care about your safety by claiming to protect you. 

“Why? Cause you couldn’t protect your precious Lori!?” You spat before your hands flew up to cover your mouth in shock.  Rick’s face fell as he stood there, frozen, staring at you with heartbreak evident in his eyes. You regretted the words as soon as they left your mouth. It wasn’t even his fault she died. An apology burned on the tip of your tongue, but you swallowed it, wanting Rick to hurt just as much as you did. Your turned on your heel and resumed your trek back to the prison and this time he didn’t stop you. 

You cried to yourself quietly in your cell that night. It had been the first night in a while that you spent without Rick under the covers with you. His Freudian slip was more than an innocent mistake to you, it solidified every insecurity that had been brewing in the back of your head. Rick didn't love you, he loved Lori and you were just there to wet his dick while he grieved her death. You looked at him like he hung the moon, but when he looked at you, he just wished you were someone else, and that hurt. Eventually, that hurtful feeling of emptiness was overtaken by a dreamless sleep. 

When you woke the next morning, you just wanted to go to sleep. You wanted to skip out on all your responsibilities and re-enter that state of dreamless sleep that kept you from thinking about Rick. Once you got ready for the day, you trudged over to get something to eat. Footsteps rapidly approached behind you and you felt a hand gently grab your forearm. 

"Can we please talk?" Rick asked. You didn't even want to turn to face him, your urge to ignore him too strong. Honestly, you hoped he'd be mad at you too, for what you had said, but he didn't sound mad at all, just desperate. When you turned to face him, all of your emotions from last night came flooding back tenfold. 

"There's nothing to talk about," you replied, struggling to keep your voice even. You hated how broken you sounded almost more than you hated the way he was looking at you. His red rimmed eyes hinted that he had also been crying, but the way hurt and remorse swam around in his blue irises tugged at your heartstrings. You just wanted to give in and hug him and have him tell you everything was alright while he kissed your tears away. But the thought that maybe he used to do that to Lori upset you all over again, sending tears burning your already puffy eyes. You snatched your arm out of his grip and turned away from him once again.

"I, um... There's lots of walkers at the fence," you mumbled before hurrying off. 

All week, Rick didn't give up on trying to win you back. It honestly confused you. Did he miss you, or did he just miss having sex with you? Either way, you refused to give in. As much as you wanted to, you wouldn't. You didn't want to keep being a replacement for his late wife, so you just ignored and avoided him whenever you could.

 Whenever you would pass Rick in the halls, you'd go another way so he couldn't talk to you, which he always tried to do. He'd either try to apologize or beg you to talk to him, neither of which you wanted to listen to. You ignoring him really started to take a toll on him, and everyone started noticing. 

"Wha's goin' on between you 'n Rick?" Maggie asked you in the watchtower when she came to switch shifts with you. 

The question caught you off guard, stilling you in your place. "Nothin', why?" you replied as casually as you could. The mention of the man always made your heart beat a little faster, apparently that remained true when you were mad at him.

"He's seemed a little...off lately, and honestly, you have too." 

You trusted Maggie, you really did, but just the thought of telling her what happened felt humiliating. 

"Why do ya say that?" you ask, still trying to play it cool. 

"Well, ever since the two a' ya stopped seein' each other, you both've been miserable and it's kinda been affectin' everyone in here too," she explained. Your eyes went wide in shock knowing that she knew about your hookups with Rick. She must think you were awful for getting in bed with him almost as soon as his wife died, and it made your stomach churn. 

"Y-you knew?" you forced out through your dry throat. 

"There isn't much privacy in here," she said matter of factly. 

You looked down at your feet in shame, unshed tears burning in your eyes. If she knew, it was likely everyone else knew too. 

"Anyway," she said, digging in her pocket. She pulled out a few wildflowers. "Rick wanted me to give you these." You accepted them before you could even think of rejecting them. 

"Thanks, Maggie," you said, offering a weak smile. She returned the smile. Your turned to leave the watchtower, but before you could go, the sound of her voice stopped you. 

"Just so you know, nobody's judgin' Rick 'n you." You felt some of the weight on your shoulders dissipate. It was nice to know nobody hated you for hooking up with Rick, but that didn't matter much since you two were essentially broken up. 

 Rick missed you. He was more distraught now than he was when he was seeing his dead wife in different places. He hadn't been able to sleep without you wrapped up in his arms. Guilt crushed him whenever you avoided him around the prison. Guilt because he hurt one of the most important to him. He didn't even care about what you said that day, he just wanted you back. It wasn't even the sex that he missed, it was you. Seeing how you ignored him whenever you were unable to avoid him, he figured the chances of getting you back were slim. Apologies and wildflowers wouldn't be enough. He needed to do whatever he could to get you back. 

He wanted to give you your space as much as he could, which is why he didn't try to pursue you other than when you crossed paths, but he was losing his mind. Which is why he found himself outside of your cell. He hesitated before knocking on the wall beside the curtain covering the cell's bars. He heard shuffling and grumbling before he saw you peek out from behind the curtain, which you quickly drew shut upon seeing him. 

"I need to talk to ya. I promise I'll leave you alone, but only after you hear me out," he whispered, not wanting to wake the others. The silence on your ended lasted for what felt like a while before you finally let him in. You sat down on your cot as Rick stood there awkwardly before eventually sitting a respectable distance away from you. 

"What do ya want?" you asked, not looking at him. 

He took a deep breath as he gathered his words in his head. He had some idea of what he wanted to say to you, but his mind went blank when he saw you. You looked sad and tired, the complete opposite of how you were before that day at the department store. 

"I came in here because I wanted to apologize. I dunno why I called you Lori, but it wasn't 'cause I was thinking of her," he insisted. Your only response was huffing and crossing your arms over your chest, still not looking at him.

"Please, look at me," he pleaded. He sounded weak and desperate because he was. You made him weak and he'd do anything just to have you look at him like you used to. You finally turned to face him, but your gaze was cold and distant. 

"Did you even mean it when you said I was special to you? When you said you couldn't live without me?" you asked guardedly. Rick hated that he made you feel like you couldn't be vulnerable with him anymore. He was ready to bare his whole heart out to you and wished you could do the same. Your walls were up so high that he couldn't even read you anymore. 

"I meant every-" 

"Or were you thinking about Lori when you said that," you spat. 

Rick sighed and ran and hand over his face. He took a minute to compose himself, blinking back the tears that sprung forth at your words. He didn't realize he had hurt you that badly. He glanced around your cell as he blinking back his tears, noticing the flowers he picked for you sitting in an small can filled with water in the corner. It gave him some hope that you'd forgive him. 

"You are the only one for me." He reached for your hand but you snatched it away. 

"Rick, I'm not just some hooker you can call over whenever you get sad thinkin' 'bout your wife" your voice broke as your lips and chin began to quiver, your tears failing to stay put in your eyes.

 Seeing you fall apart crying broke Rick's heart, making it harder for him to hold back his own tears. He didn't know what else he could say to make you understand that his life wouldn't be the same without you. So he pulled out a piece of paper with a letter he wrote for you. He was originally going to have someone else to give it to you for him since you'd been avoiding him. But now was he chance. He placed it on your cot before letting himself out.  

You paced back and fourth in the prison fiddling with the letter Rick gave you as you anxiously waited his and the others’ return. You had all presumably defeated the Governor, but the others went after him anyway to tie up any loose ends. Having been a part of the initial fight, you wanted to go too, but Rick wouldn’t let you. You arguing with him on why you should go had been the first time you talked to him since he came to your cell that night a week ago. 

Worrying about Rick made you feel guilty for ignoring for all this time. You spent all this time ignoring him, too afraid to admit to yourself that you still loved him. And now he might be dead somewhere, never knowing that you forgive him and love him too. You stared down at the letter and reread it for the nth time, seeking comfort in his written words. 

Sweetheart, 

 When you asked me what you were to me, I couldn’t find the right words to answer. It shouldn’t have taken me losing you to realize that you are my everything. In such a short time, you became my world and I wouldn’t be able to live a day without you. Every time you’re away from me, I yearn for the moment of your return. I don’t know how much time we’ll have together, but no matter how much or little we have left, I will spend all of it trying to earn your love again, because I love you, (Y/N). 

-Rick 

 Tears welled in your eyes. You felt so foolish wasting so much time you could’ve spend loving Rick being angry with him. You folded the letter again and shoved it in your back pocket. The sounds of the gate opening and Daryl’s motorcycle approaching took your attention. You ran outside, hurrying past everyone else headed the same way. You saw Rick standing there unscathed talking with Carl. Tears blurred your vision as you practically charged at him. He opened his arms just in time for your to jump in them. You sobbed into his shoulder as you held each other tight. You pulled away from the kiss and held his face in your hands, staring into his beautiful, blue eyes. He leaned down for a kiss which you happily accepted. 

“They back together again?” Daryl asked. 

“About time,” Carol responded. 

With the addition of the Woodburians, privacy was even harder to come by, but you and Rick made sure to get some the night he returned. You sat perched on his lap with your arms wrapped around him and face nuzzled in his neck. He rubbed soothing circles on your back, happy he was yours again. 

“I’m so sorry for what I said that say,” you mumbled. 

“Me too, sweetheart,” he said soothingly. You sat up and stared at Rick. He looked tired, but at peace for the first time in a while. 

“What?” He asked with a smile on his face. His smile made your own face split into a matching one. 

“I love you.” He pressed his forehead to yours. 

“I love you, too, Sweetheart.” 

this was partially proofread.

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what: period cdrama // 40 eps, roughly 55 mins each  where: youku (you can also dl the app) // youtube // coming up soon on viki (usual disclaimer that i do not use eng subs so i don’t speak to the quality of subs) why: do you love watching a poor little meow-meow get tortured in a variety of ways before he decides to go fuck it, i’ll be a demon lord and kill everyone who wronged me?? do you like enemies to fated to kill you lovers??? do you enjoy PAIN AND SUFFERING??? this is the show for you

meet tantai jin, the cdrama fandom’s newest obsession 

cursed prince of the Jing kingdom who was sent as a hostage to a neighbouring kingdom. he’s been unloved and bullied all his life - think, discarded and left to die by his own father, kicked around by servants, begging for scraps of food, abandoned and slowly betrayed by everyone around him... it’s NOT GOOD buddies, you will watch his life unfold and you will become attached and want to let him do whatever the fuck he wants 

surprise surprise this sad pathetic man will one day become

THE demon lord who destroys all of humanity etc etc. look at this wardrobe upgrade??? amazing. beautiful. bad for humanity but great for him. good job, bud, you did well.

ANYWAY this show opens with demon lord tantai jin (affectionate) going on his lil’ murder spree (understandable). the fate of humanity as we know it to be rests on the shoulders of one li susu

to defeat tantai jin, she will transmigrate to the past into the body of ye xiwu (tantai jin’s evil wife who whips him every night (not in the fun way sorry buds) and tortures/bullies him for because it pleases her) to try to kill him while he’s weak, before he turns evil and amasses power. this is for the good of humanity!!! but also he’s truly so pathetic in the past that she can’t quite seem to put her heart into it (there’s also this whole finding his evil bone and getting rid of that before she can kill him problem but HMMM) and decides that?? maybe if she shows him some care and love??? she’ll subvert his murdermurdermurder tendencies????

this is the gist of the show!! there are a few arcs that we go through like all good xianxia cdramas, so we get to see them live through a few different lives (think: ten miles of peach blossom, pillow book etc etc), and every single dynamic between them is SO GOOD!!!!! we have spicy enemies to lovers!! cutesy arranged marriage between strangers to lovers (who don’t communicate enough for them to be happy)!!! star-crossed lovers fated to kill one another!!! 

the show is so goddamn pretty!! the aesthetics!!! the cgi!!!! the costumes ohmygod, i have never wanted to buy so many headdresses before

LOOK AT THIS!!! HOW PRETTY WAS THIS!!!!

he’s got this whole demon look LOCKED IN who else does it as well as my boy tantai jin

this show is very PRETTY but make no mistake there will be a lot of angst!!! that’s part of what makes it so good!! luo yunxi does Tortured, Feral and Deranged™ SO WELL i weep every time i see him on screen, i have truly not been Okay since this show started airing, buddies please join me in till the end of the moon hell, you will not regret it, promise 😇✨

⚠❗ few post-finale thoughts so y’all go into it with full disclosure (and can’t yell at me for inflicting pain on y’all, just know what i am also Suffering™) - stop reading from here if you want no spoilers for the show at all. 

trigger warning: there is some dubcon in ep 14 (stretches between approx. the 25:00-27:25 min mark) between ming ye and sang jiu 

we were all hoping for a happy ending, but this ends on a bad-open scale, depending on how you look at it. @minmoyu​ has helpfully directed me to a happy audio-epilogue which was apparently shot but didn’t make its way into the episode?? we still dk if the footage will be released as an extra?? we can all form a prayer circle and HOPE i guess

the plot is HMM the further to the end we get, probably because they had to cut the eps down, so it’s a little choppy, esp the last few scenes??? idk idk. it’s a bit exhausting to watch towards the end, because you root for ttj so so much and he tries so so hard and SIGH. i need another few working days to digest this, i’m still a bit :/ about the ending

would i still rec the show, post-watch? yes! this show starts off really solid, and luo yunxi carried the show throughout. like. y’all thought lyx was good in ashes of love?? watch him in this. every single micro-expression was flawless. bai lu’s acting is always so dependable, and it’s the same with this show!  

this show has an a+++ ost (i mean it’s got the king and queen of cdrama osts liu yuning and zhang bichen, literally how could this be bad)!! and CERTAIN side characters are so so good (pian ran my baby girl, ye qingyu who grows on you, decidedly NOT bingchang/tian huan/mo nv although i will concede that chen duling’s acting in this show was Incredible). 

[shslbunnylover]

★★★𝙎𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩 𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙖 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 (12 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙢𝙖𝙨 𝘿𝙖𝙮 3: 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙛𝙛 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙮)★★★

Character: Larissa Weems

Taglist: @inlovewithgreta (Message me to be a part of the taglist until I get a page set up!!)

Trigger warnings (DL, DI): Flirty behavior, alcohol consumption

Genre: Fluff

A/n: Third day is rolling right along with the lovely Larissa Weems! I had so much fun writing this!!

Word count: 1.6k

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Covering your left ear in hopes of draining the noise around you from your hearing, you felt yourself becoming slightly more anxious about having said yes to the staff holiday party at Nevermore. You were well-liked by the students and the other staff. However, you still felt a sense of anxiety wash over you the moment you entered the room.

Looking down at your dress that fell just below your knees, you placed your hands over the other and made your way towards the drinks with a smile on your lips, waving your greeting to the familiar faces around you.

The air around you smelled of cinnamon and sugar cookies, making your body feel like it was melting its nervous shell and leaving only a comfortable and carefree interior. You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear as you grabbed the ladle out of the eggnog, pouring the white liquid into your glass until it was full.

Bringing the glass to your lips, the liquid fell down your throat, causing the tips of your ears once chilled by the cold outside air to warm up.

"This is pretty good," You thought out loud, going to grab a sugar cookie from the large plate next to the bowl of eggnog.

"I'm glad you think so, I made it myself," A regal voice with a familiar British accent spoke, her words turning into a chuckle as you jumped in surprise.

"Ms. Weems!" You exclaimed, putting a hand over your chest as you took a breath in between a couple of laughs. "You scared me!"

"Please darling, call me Larissa, we've known each other for a few years now," Larissa smiled, walking closer to you.

You blushed softly, looking up at the taller woman.

"Yes Larissa," You replied meekly, feeling her dominant and powerful presence washing over you, her aura only increasing due to your feelings for the woman.

"Even when you call me by my first name, you find a way to make it formal. Don't you?" She chuckled, her laugh sounding soft and sweet as it always did, the sound of it had pushed you into a lovesick state.

You nodded, your eyes finding their way down to your feet, attempting to make yourself feel like a normal person for a moment.

"Look back up at me sweetling," Larissa commanded, wanting to see your face again.

You obliged almost immediately, your heart pounding at 1000 miles an hour at the blonde's overwhelming presence.

"T-The party is very nice," You tried to change the subject, hoping to calm down the raging blush on your face.

"It is, but I have a question for you, Y/n," The taller woman stated, taking a sip of her warm eggnog before placing it back on the table.

"Yes?" You asked, looking at her with curious eyes.

"Do I make you nervous?"

You froze, looking at her with a blush scattered across your cheeks and nose, you weren't sure what to say in reply.

You seemingly were silent for a couple minutes, as Larissa cupped your cheek to knock you out of your thoughts.

"Sweetling, are you alright? That question didn't make you uncomfortable did it darling?"

Her pet names were like music to your ears, but you weren't sure how to continue the melody, often ending it with stutters and blush.

"I... I don't know," You replied honestly, "I don't know what it is,"

"That's quite alright snowflake," Larissa nodded, turning her head to the other staff and then back to you. "I should leave you to the party," She smiled, walking away, and leaving you flustered.

You stood there, before a wave of confidence washed over you.

You grabbed her hand, placing your glass on the table to reach further.

"Wait-" You quickly stopped her, retracing your hand with a blush once her blue eyes went back to face you with surprise. "I wanted to give you the present I got you, would you like to see it?" You nervously asked, your mind thinking of any excuse to be near the blonde.

"Oh snowflake, you didn't have to get me anything just because we did a whole Secret Santa event, you know that," Larissa chuckled, "But I know whatever you got me is amazing," She continued, her lips forming into a smile as the two of you walked over to a little Christmas tree where you had put her gift.

You pulled up a small box that was perfectly prepared, the wrapping paper was a beautiful light blue and paired with a white snowflake gift tag that matched the tiny decals on the paper.

"Merry Christmas Larissa," You smiled, handing it to her as your eyes traveled their way up her body.

"Thank you Y/n," She smiled, taking the paper gently off of the box to reveal a small jewelry box.

"Go on! Open the box!" You encouraged her with a soft smile on your lips.

The blonde simply chuckled, quickly opening the velvet box to reveal a very luxurious set of opal dangle earrings.

"Y/n..." She trailed off, her eyes widening as her fingers grazed over the gemstones. "These are beautiful...!"

You beamed in reply, your hands clenching into fists out of your excitement.

"I got you the earrings in opal because it's your birthstone!"

Larissa looked at you with wonderment in her eyes.

"How did you know my birthday? I don't tell that to anyone," She asked, still amazed by how thoughtful you were.

"I asked around," You smirked, "Do you like them?"

"Like them? Darling, I love them! You didn't have to get me these!" The older woman replied, moving her vision from you to the earrings.

"I'd do anything for you," You said, your smirk forming into a more lovesick and warmth-filled smile.

The principal paused for a moment, matching your facial features as she took your hand in her own, shutting the box.

"Is that so? Then you would be willing to answer another question, right?"

You nodded.

"Yes, what is it?" You questioned her, tilting your head slightly to the side.

"If I kissed you, would you reciprocate?"

You froze for a minute, just like you had when she asked you a question before, but something about this moment didn't feel the same.

You pushed your touching hands together, fingers intertwining with each other as you pulled her in for a passionate kiss.

Her hand found its way to your cheek, pulling you further into her lips and her taste of sugar cookies and eggnog.

Pulling away from her to catch your breath, Larissa looked at you once again, her ruby red lips placing themselves on your cheek to leave a slight mark in their wake.

"I guess I have my answer then," She chuckled, watching you break out into a huge blush over what had just occurred.

"I didn't think this would ever happen- At a staff holiday party nonetheless-!" You covered your face with your hands, only for them to be pulled down by the woman in front of you.

"Well," Larissa replied, "Strange things happen during the holidays, don't they?"

"Yeah," You nodded, "I didn't think pretending to be your Secret Santa was the way I'd woo you over,"

Larissa's eyes widened slightly, before she broke out into a soft laughter, placing another soft kiss on your cheek.

"And I didn't think that a good girl like yourself could do such a naughty thing," She teased, her lips falling to yours once more.

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-Akira

[relicsongmel]

Thinking about Iris' very open disdain for spirit channeling and how it seemingly contradicts many other elements of her character.

Let me explain—Iris prior to the end of BttT is a woman who only knows facades, covering up the truth, and only presenting herself exactly as she wants others to see her. We see this over and over again throughout the course of the story: she hides her real identity while dating Phoenix, she does damage control for Dahlia and Godot to help them avoid blame for their crimes, and she is extremely selective about which information she chooses to disclose to specific people depending on whatever role she finds herself playing in that moment (daughter, girlfriend, accomplice, etc). Her demeanor as a whole is also rather meek and unassuming, and she's shown to be exceptionally kind; she expresses favorable opinions on most everyone she meets, even those continuously treated poorly by other characters (like Larry) or those that have objectively done reprehensible things (like Dahlia).

All of this stands in stark contrast to her saying in no uncertain terms that she hates spirit channeling:

This stands out to me because it is one of very few things that Iris is completely forthright honest about in the early portion of this case. After spending all day avoiding Phoenix and now carefully dodging his questions towards her in hopes of preventing the truth of her deception from coming out (all of this while actively avoiding her responsibilities at the Inner Temple because of Larry's "blackmail" letter which also threatened to expose her "secret"), why is this the one bit of truth she chooses to divulge here? Or rather: why is this the one thing she seemingly cannot lie about?

Obviously the answer lies in Iris' past and the permanent damage that was done to her and her family due to the politics of the Fey clan, with the Kurain Channeling Technique at the root, and the DL-6 incident as the event that brought everything to ruin. Iris bore witness to her mother Morgan losing the title of Master of Kurain due to her inferior powers and the despair that caused her, then three years later saw her aunt Misty who, despite purportedly being so much better than her mother, made a mistake while channeling that led to an innocent man's conviction, disgracing the Fey name and causing her to flee the village in shame. With this in mind, it makes sense that Iris would feel so strongly about spiritual powers doing more harm than good; after all, she has firsthand experience of the damage that can be done to the women that have it.

But what of the women that don't have it—namely, Iris herself? What happens to a spirit medium, born of the Fey bloodline, daughter of the then-master of her channeling school, when she's shown to not have any spiritual powers? I'm of the opinion that Iris' hatred is not only a product of what she's seen happen to her mother and aunt, but also very closely tied to what is, essentially, her earliest failure in life—after all, what good is a medium who can't channel? Fey women are raised to believe that their worth is linked to how well they can perform the service of their clan, which is the same reason why Maya beats herself up for failing to channel Mia in Turnabout Goodbyes and Pearl does the same with Dahlia later in this case. In a sense, Iris' hatred of spirit channeling is an externalization of her own self-hatred—unlike Dahlia, who mainly copes by lashing out and seeking revenge on those who wrong her, Iris is far too gentle and loving to lay blame on any one person. But all that repressed guilt and anger still has to go somewhere—and it manifests through this one small crack in her otherwise flawless facade. The one thing she cannot bring herself to find beauty in no matter how much she tries. The one thing that should have given her purpose but didn't—leaving her no choice but to mold herself beyond recognition over and over into roles that aren't truly her own, but at the very least give her meaning where she was denied it before.

And knowing her? She probably hates that flaw more than anything.

[chrisbangs]

anyway i hope i die 💗

[salemoleander]

After seeing these generous lifespans/regen chances, and keeping the Secret Keeper and Evo symbol in mind, imo the only way to keep this from going past Christmas is to make the secret tasks start being things like 'push someone into lava' or 'kill the next player who says your name'.

Which is of course a delightful way to up the ante! However, given all that...

I really hope Grian has considered and is prepared to roll with:

The Secret Keeper is going to start asking for crueller and crueller things.

What happens if a significant number of Players try to rebel or destroy it? *

I understand if it just ends up being a mechanical macguffin! I won't even really be disappointed! But I'm crossing my fingers that he might be prepared for if the story builds to a non-Player antagonist.

To be clear, I don't want an entirely external antagonist for the whole series! I like the complicated motivations the Life games require if they're voluntary rather than some Watcher trap (apologies Martyn). However, consider:

A single season where this particular Life server houses an insidious and monstrous rock that commands people to hurt each other for life and prizes. **

* Yes Scott defied Boogey in LL, and the Divorce Quartet defied their soulmates in DL. But the source of these curses/ impositions have never had a physical, in-game form, and that may understandably spark new reactions. In this case, it feels like a good GM would be prepared for the players to want to bounce off that antagonist.

** This would also be neat to me as a canonization of the Life series taking place on different worlds each time, that have seemingly-innate rules or properties that differ from vanilla. Fun bit of worldbuilding there.

[yuikomorii]

is it bad i’m not a big ayato or yui fan but i can’t help but love their cgs the most? they just look so precious together and that makes me want to protect their happiness ☹️❤️

// Don’t worry, you can like a character without being a huge fan. ^^

I agree with you so much though! I talked here about the Diaboys with the best cgs in different categories but when it comes to romance, Ayayui clearly triumphs!

It’s really hard picking favorites but I feel like these ones are the cgs I’m the most fond of:

The way they look at each other in the LP cg is too much for my heart…! Yui looks SO IN LOVE and I like to believe that she showed Ayato the exact same face when she told him “I clearly remember the reason why I fell in love with you, Ayato-kun. But it also feels like I've loved you all my life, and maybe I've gotten addicted to you before I knew it.”, in an official short story. 😭💘💘

It’s cool how both Yui and Ayato look so mature in the HDB good ending cg. Maybe it’s due to their outfits but Ayato in that tuxedo and Yui in Cordelia’s dress will forever stay iconic.

Dark Fate is my favorite game and I hope the artist was paid well too because they absolutely served! Yui smiles so purely there and the way Ayato looks at her makes it even better! Plus, he took her to that flower field in order to cheer her up and it worked uwu.

I talked about the DF wedding cg here but I will never get over it. Hands down the best DL wedding… it looks straight up from a fairlytale! ( ᵒ̴̶̷̥́ ᴗ ᵒ̴̶̷̣̥̀ )

I feel like everyone adores that VC Ayayui cg and no wonder! The hug, the kiss and the fireworks scream PERFECT ROUTE ENDING!

I was actually debating which CL kiss to choose but I ended up with this one because it just looks so romantic?? I mean, just look Ayato’s hand on Yui’s waist & cheek and Yui’s hand on Ayato’s chest~! I feel bad for saying this but that scene makes me cringe so much however, the cg redeems it for sure. 🫶🏻

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

heeeeyy i saw that u write for steven…?

if you wanna- could u write a flustered/ blushing steven with a forward/ teasing reader. could be that they work together at the museum and are a couple on the dl cuz if donna found out she would fire one of you. but the reader keeps teasing steven and making it really hard for him to focus on his costumers. could end in him losing his patience and dragging the reader to the bathroom orr a broom closet? or maybe the reader corners him??👀 idk you can obvs decide how far this could go (fluff/ lime/ lemon) whatevs- entirely up to you👹✨

thanks so muuuuuch ur a really great writer💗💗

hiii!! I absolutely love this!? and anything like this tbh🤭 and omg stop it, thank you sm!! <33 🥹 thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

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steven grant x fem!reader

wc || 655

warnings || a little suggestive, but no ‘vulgar’ words used, just making out

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You and Steven were in the early stages of your relationship, so things were still very new and exciting. As you worked together at the museum, you had to be wary and careful around one another. Donna had a strict 'no dating policy', so if she were to catch you together during a moment, one of you would be reprimanded or even fired.

Recently, you couldn't keep your hands off Steven. You found any possible opportunity to touch or stroke him. You'd always be sly when engaging in contact- a light brush on his arm as you walk by, lingering touches, eye contact from across the room, just anything you can do without being caught. 

Steven knew the game behind your constant teasing and flirting, and he was determined not to give in to your ways. He loves his job, as you do yours, so he had to carry the strength for both of you and resist the temptation, even though it was hard.

You were stocking shelves while Steven was on tills and attending to customers. You peek up at him, gazing at him over the stuffed hippos with a devilish glimmer in your eye. You place down the box of keyrings and pick up the new stock of pens and pencils before making your way to Steven. 

"Oh hey," you subtly smirk, pulling out a fistful of stationery. "Fancy seeing you here,"

"Yup," he nods, avoiding your gaze as he knows that he wouldn't be able to refuse your allure. "Gotta get back to my customers now," he says quietly, gesturing to the non-existent queue. 

"Oh really? It seems like you're avoiding me," you smile, furtively leaning over the counter to allow him a sneak peek down your top, inconspicuously showing him your cleavage. His eye line focuses on your breasts sitting perfectly in your bra, and you see his failed attempts to conceal a reaction.

"Yeah, nice try," Steven sighs, covering his crotch with his hands. "Good one,"

"Hm, seems like you're lying, Steven," you grin, resting your chin in your palm.

"Nope. I know your silly games,"

"Silly?"

"Mhm," he nods, making himself look busy as he flicks through items by the cash register. "I'm not a teenage boy anymore,"

"Okay, I'll drop it," you shrug, playing with a stray strand of hair. "What time do you get off?" you whisper, stroking his forearm, battering your lashes up at him.

"God," he exhales, visibly frustrated. "Come with me,"

You follow him towards the staff bathroom, leaving an unsuspicious gap as you walk after him. Steven checks the surroundings before yanking you into the stall, closing the door behind you, and immediately pushing you up against it. His lips brush over yours, and you instantly feel his pent-up frustrations melt away. 

His lips hungrily work over yours as his hands cup and guide you, holding your jaw to manoeuvre you in the way he wants, like he's desperately trying to regain control after all your teasing. A soft moan slips past your lips as he deepens the kiss, working over your mouth more urgently, pushing you back into the door behind. 

A harsh knock interrupts. "Stevie, what you doing in there?" Donna snaps, pounding on the door. "Taking forever— you have customers waiting,"

Steven pulls away, clearing his throat. "Yeah— yep, I know. Just a minute," he says with a slightly raised voice.

"What's taking so long? Having a poo or something?"

Your eyes instantly snap up to Steven's as you conceal a cackle, muffling your mouth with your palm.

"... yeah," he says reluctantly, an unamused expression on his face.

"Distugting, hurry up— and wash your hands,"

"Alright, yep— okay," he whispers, dropping his forehead into the crook of your neck. "That was so embarrassing,"

"For you, yeah— very," you snicker. 

"We'll finish this at mine," Steven smiles, adjusting himself. "... for payback." he merely brushes your lips before walking out.

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Moni's Ships Ranking

Inspiration by @callmeklair and @its-irsaa-fyp

OK let's go with my ranking for all DL ships. All these ranking is my personal opinion and nobody have to be agree with it. So be respectful and don't impose your opinions to me. Thank you ^^

1_ Shu Sakamaki x Yui Komori

This ship is my comfort ship. From all stories even out of DL fandom. Their relationship is so adorable. Shu is so loyal to Yui. And he improved a lot just because of Yui. He learnt to love and care for people who are important to him. And even when Yui was blind Shu didn't give up on her and continues his love to her. He afraid of fire but jumped into fire to save Yui. And even in Ruki's lost eden bad ending Shu protected Yui after she lost her mental health. This man is great. His love to Yui is so adorable.

2_ Ruki Mukami x Yui Komori

I love Ruki so much and in my opinion he can be best boyfriend for Yui in some ways. Ruki and Yui both love books and I can see they spending their times on reading books and sharing their ideas together. Ruki really improved so much. When he found out that he doesn't want to be snake and he wants to love Yui and betrayed Karlheinz shows that he can change so much because of Yui. And I love how Ruki calls Yui Angel. Because she really is.

3_ Carla Tsukinami x Yui Komori

I guess you all see that I have a soft side for older brother T_T . Carla is Victorian king to me and I really love historical and Victorian stories. Even though Carla started very rough but we see how much he improved. He always said that Yui taught him kindness and I really adore their ship. Carla learned to Love just because of Yui.

4_ Subaru Sakamaki x Yui Komori

I think this ship is already enough popular. Both in Japanese and western fandom. After Shuyui this ship is second in Japan and I don't blame them. Subaru is so adorable and he really loves Yui to the point he can't live without Yui. His tsundere and soft side towards Yui always make me cry so loud T_T. Pure angel with another angel is best.

5_ Kino Sakamaki x Yui Komori

After reading lost Eden I suddenly trapped by Kino. He is just a cutie and he needs more attention by fandom. When he said he loves Yui even more than his own life I felt my heart was going crazy. He is my baby boy. And I love his ship with Yui.

6_ Yuma Mukami x Yui Komori

Baby bear with his tiny girlfriend. Shut up their relationship is God. They are so fucking adorable together I can't T_T and let's accept Yuma has saddest bad endings. Whenever he loses Yui, he apologize for failing to protect her. This boy is really angel and nobody can change my mind.

7_ Laito Sakamaki x Yui Komori

Let me be honest guys. I have a very big dirty mind and Laito's completes it so well. TBH I didn't like Laito's HDB route. It was too cruel for my baby girl Yui. But let's accept Laito improved almost more than all characters.

8_ Kou Mukami x Yui Komori

Well Kou is kinda like Laito. He was so sadistic at first. But he saw Yui as his blue sky and I adore it so much. If he tries more he can be a really good boyfriend.

9_ Shin Tsukinami x Yui Komori

My feelings towards them is a little complicated. I need to know them more but still I like them so much.

10_ Reiji Sakamaki x Yui Komori

Don't blame me. Reiji is always against my baby Shu so I can't love him that much. But his ship with Yui is so fucking hot. Really daddy.

11_ Azusa Mukami x Yui Komori

Azusa is literally an angel. I almost love him as much as I love Yui. But you know his ship with Yui is so soft and cute. I can't help my dirty mind but I need sexy ships more. Still in my personal opinion Azusa is the only one who really deserves Yui.

12_ Kanato Sakamaki x Yui Komori

Kanato is not my type. Most of the times he scares me and I think Yui has very hard time with him. Of course Kanato grows but poor Yui is really tired. I hope Kanato grows more.

13_ Ayato Sakamaki x Yui Komori

Sorry not sorry but I even don't ship Ayato with Yui. Because I don't like him. He always gets on my nerves and he is not really my cup of tea. I still respect his fans and I know he has a lot and I ask them to respect me too. I think rejet completely forgot about other boys and everything is about Ayato just because they wanna make him look popular and big????? Sorry but Ayato really doesn't need this attention by rejet. He already has enough attention and rejet is making other boys to be forgotten. I really don't like it. His personality is not my type. Sorry.

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let’s start the new year with some good old cpn!

so glad that yibo’s stages all went well! as expected from a performer like him. i was kinda nervous that a bad hot search will come out but it was all good. from people being touched with his/dls song, wanghan crying, his clothes, the bystander stage, his high ratings and him seeing the green sea. i’m sorry to the other celebrities who got smeared in the hs but that’s just how it is, better luck next year.

now onto the clownery, if you clown today, it means you will continue to do so for the rest of the new year.. so proceed with caution 😂😂😂😂

starting with the most obvious one are the photos from yibo-official and the effect it gave — it was so little prince. something they both have connection with and a favorite among turtles. international or not, it’s already there and we are not the only ones who noticed the reference.

also the similarity to xz’s weibo night ( their wedding day outfits lol ) effect and little prince look. 👀

another “similarity” is this right here. i like how wyb is in black and xz in white because in cql wyb was the one in white for lwj and xz in black. and the drumming!!! 🥁

during the countdown, WYB was doing the chongya pose. similar to XZ. awwww. i love that this has really become their thing now, tho it really originated more with XZ. even if they didn’t spend it together, they still do it. they have the same hopes and attitude for the new year!

in the subject of the countdown, some are commenting on this incident where wyb didn’t hug the girl/s who were moving closer to him. lol. he is married! what are you all doing? 😂😂😂 kidding aside, i think that a part of it is he is not familiar with them. the girl’s skin was also exposed so maybe he didn’t wanna touch inappropriately. and well, he is wang yibo. people will slice and dice all his public interactions so he is also being careful so people won’t misunderstand.

another thing that fans were looking into was the type of flower he was wearing as a brooch! lol. turns out it’s a ginger flower and it means to keep memories in summer forever. ginger flowers bloom in May-June in summer. the flowers are pure white, the fragrance is refreshing when blooming, and the flowering period is very long.It's short-lived, but it's also accompanied by beautiful memories.

i’m sure we’re over interpreting here lol. but whatever. it’s the summer we remember! 🤍

THIS PART IS NOT CPN BUT TO MENTION THE TIMES the cpf related light signs made an appearance on the screen. So there is a small screen in the venue where they can zoom in on the audience and some of the stuff that made it there were cpf light signs. not to say that these people understand the reference, maybe they found it interesting so they focused on it.

you may have also noticed the lone red and green headbands in this scene! lol. as a casual viewer, you won’t be paying attention to it and if you notice, you won’t even know what they are. but it means something to us and it’s nice to see representation.

and this one, i’m pretty sure he saw that huge ass turtle light sign! 😂😂😂

Disclaimer: i am not trying to undermine what his so/os did today to make sure the green sea was there for him to see. they have worked hard and i’m sure yibo appreciated them showing up for him. this is a cpn post so i would post cpf related stuff.

Lastly, fans have tried to send them a message on weibo and this time there is an automatic reply of them giving a happy new year message ☺️

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