#i didn't even realize i was doing that either until i realized i'd drawn my last squirrel fish too actually

[skull-storm-daily]

5/11/2022 (curious egg deck)

[blooxorsista]

Blue Exorcist - 3x09: Rin, Izumo, & the Rescue Scene

Okay, I was reading the comments under the latest episode (3x09), and I wanted to type something out, but it ended up being pretty long and I decided I'd just post here instead.

Basically, this post will address Rin and Izumo's character development in this arc, and the importance of the rescue scene in the most recent episode.

I've already mentioned that this arc is probably my favorite in the whole manga (although I'm not currently caught up), but the scene where Izumo cries for help and Rin comes to her rescue is probably one of my absolute favorite scenes in the series.

The scene was just so impactful to me as a reader, which I wrote about in my analysis from when Chapter 60 came out.

So needless to say, I was SO excited to finally see this scene animated! I was also especially excited to see the Nine Tails dance from Izumo, and was slightly disappointed that they may have adapted it too faithfully to the manga, with still shots instead of a moving dance. Maybe they didn't want to assume what it looked like and chose to play it safe. (It's fine, not a deal breaker!)

It wasn't totally apparent in the anime episode, but manga readers know that Rin noticed Izumo crying from the vent. That's why we saw his wide eyes right before he exploded through the ceiling. It was seeing Izumo that caused him to move into action.

It may be easy to overlook since it moved so quickly in the anime, but that scene is extremely important for both Rin and Izumo's characters. Up until that moment, Rin had been struggling internally about fighting humans. When he's trapped inside the giant zombie, he can hear the voices of the humans that were inside (in the same way he could hear Kuro). That's why he was having a bit of a mental breakdown, asking his father what he should do.

He KNOWS that he has to cause harm to humans in order to succeed in this mission. But it's easier said than done for him, because as someone who has been constantly demonized and struggled with his sense of self, he has drawn himself a red line in his own personal code of ethics. To him, the zombies ARE human. And hearing their voices just confirms that for him. They are still conscious inside of their experimented bodies. So in order to fight them, he would have to harm these humans who were essentially innocent victims of this organization.

For Izumo, she finally accepts her true feelings about others, and asks for help. Up until this point, she's put up a strong front, thinking she had to handle everything on her own and couldn't trust anyone. Now she lets all her walls come down and accepts her vulnerabilities.

And it's exactly in this moment that both Rin and Izumo have a synchronous realization. For Rin, seeing Izumo crying, asking for help, in her most vulnerable state -- it's the catalyst for him to resolve his own inner conflict.

In an instant, he has made his decision and strengthened his resolve (either consciously or subconsciously) to harm humans because all he cares about in that moment is to save Izumo.

It's enough to snap him into action. And that's HUGE development for his character. We even see him hesitate slightly at the end of the episode when the zombies fill the room, before ultimately slashing through them with his sword, because he knows that that is what's needed to save Izumo and her mom. In fact, I'd probably argue that this hesitation is due to Rin having to consciously decide to attack them, meaning that when he moved to save Izumo, he reacted subconsciously.

I just felt the need to point this out after seeing so many comments complaining about Rin and Izumo's actions and character development this season. In truth, their actions and motivations align.

Another common complaint I saw was about how Izumo should have taken Rin's offer for help the first time (on the bridge). I'd like to point out that running away wouldn't solve Izumo's problems. Even if she were to be rescued and escape with Rin and the others, Gedouin still has her mother and has already threatened to use her little sister if Izumo refused. In her mind, staying was the only solution, because her goal was to protect her family at all costs.

Despite what we know of the Nine Tails, Izumo believes that she can take control and use the possession to her advantage and destroy her enemies. That way she wouldn't have to worry about them coming after her or her loved ones again.

And for Rin, he's coming to learn that "good" and "bad" are not so easily distinguished. His view of the world has been turned upside down after realizing that not all of the "bad guys" are demons.

And as a side note, I also want to mention the animation style. I know it's been a bit of a controversial topic this season, since the style is so different from seasons 1 and 2, and that a lot of people have complained about some of the episodes. However, I had a feeling that the animation team was just prioritizing the more important scenes over the others (after all, there is a limited amount of time and budget, so it would make sense to spend more time on the biggest scenes, if you have to choose).

And I was glad that this seems to be holding true up until now. I was happy with the quality of the scenes that featured Izumo this episode (much like how I thought her backstory episode was high quality), and especially the rescue scene. And I loved that we finally got to see posessed!Izumo colored and animated!

I'm also curious as to how the next episode will be adapted. I was reading through an old rant of mine from when the corresponding manga chapter came out, so I'll be curious to see if I feel the same way after watching the next scenes play out.

All in all, I'm still enjoying this season and getting to experience the manga come to life with animation and voice acting!

[sheep-and-lykos]

Okay, so so MC and their "coven" (friend group of bored college students) decide to try your hands at demon summoning. They end up with an equally bored, and horny Incubus Noctis. How the story goes from there is up to you.

👀👀 i missed this shit yall, i really did

"Did it do anything?"

"It didn't work."

"Nothing happened."

You tossed the chalk to the ground and sat back down on the floorboards. Your friends all had a mixture of emotions painted on their faces ranging between skeptical and really fucking bored to disappointed. You looked back to your side to where the old "tome" sat opened, the spell it was opened to was obviously just a bunch of doodles and jumbled words.

"At least we can say we tried something for Halloween," you shrugged before eyeing them all.

One of your friends stood up, grabbed their backpack and slinging it over their shoulder.

"I gotta go. My dorm stops letting people in soon and I don't wanna wake up my roommate," they sighed before waving goodbye.

The others also started to trickle out one by one until you had been left alone in your dorm room. You stood up, dusting the powdery chalk off of your legs and snatching up the old tome. You and your friends had found it stashed in your school's library behind some of the older books in the fantasy section. One of your friends had slipped it into their back and brought it to your dorm room, showing you all bookmarks they had made with some of the spells and enchantments and summons they wanted to try tonight. Only one could've worked, however; a summoning spell for a demon, the description of the damned devil had been faded and even scratched up leaving so much to the imagination.

Your friends all joked that it would either be a big, brawny and very handsome demon while the others weighed that it could be an actual fucking problem like in the movies. Curiosity killed the coeurl, though, and pretty soon you had drawn out the summoning circle in great detail on your Dora's floors. You had to admit, you were a bit disappointed yourself. You were secretly hoping for a sexy demon to have some fun with, but now you were left with a mess to clean up.

You turned your back to the circle and flipped through more pages of the tome, walking towards the broom and dustpan in the corner when you suddenly felt a pair of eyes on you, burning a hole in the back of your head. Spinning on your heel, you gasped and dropped the dusty old tome to the floor.

You had company.

A man- fuck that, a demon was sitting in the summoning circle. He was on the floor, one leg tucked up while the other was stretched out. Dual black horns curled out from cool black messy hair. Eyes that looked as though he captured galaxies in them bore right into you. He was shirtless, showing off his pale and ashen skin, wearing nothing more than a pair of pants that looked like they were ripped straight from a fantasy game. An ashen tail curled behind him, swaying back and forth, snaking around his leg before brushing around like a cat's.

He eyed you lazily, raising his brows almost as if you were the one that was summoned and he was waiting for you to do your own little tricks.

"Holy shit," you mumbled as you eyed him up and down. "What the fuck?"

"I don't care much for crowds," he uttered as he gave you the same treatment.

"What kind of demon are you?"

He cocked a brow seemingly out of amusement, but you couldn't quite pin it down.

"An incubus. What kind of human are you?"

"Shouldn't Incubus have wings?"

He shot you a look.

"Shouldn't humans not be summoning demons?" Touché. He stood suddenly when you realized he was very much taller than you. He walked towards the edge of the summoning circle, stopping just where the chalk started. His tail twister behind him in curiosity as he eyed you. "You're rather interesting for a human. I'd love to know how you taste."

You were very much aware of the sharp teeth in his mouth. You caught the glints of them in the low lighting of your room.

Your cheeks heated up at his comment.

"Is that so?"

"It's true."

His eyes were staring right into your soul, reading you like an open book. He knew exactly how you were feeling, he probably knew exactly what you were feeling too. It doesn't take a fucking demon to know you were craving something crazed in the sheets. You felt a tingling feeling building up just behind your belly button, you felt your core tighten and warm up.

His nostrils twitched a bit, no doubt he could smell your arousal from where he stood just mere feet away. His eyes flared an even brighter blue. He looked like he was starving for passion and love.

"I can smell your need for me," his smile was handsome even with the fangs. "It's divine."

"Thank you?"

"All you have to do is say you want me," he stared you down, "and I can give you what you want." He eyed your pants before looking back into your eyes. "Just say you want me."

Was this real? Yes. Was this a smart thing to do? Fuck no, it was a damn demon that you just summoned from a nasty ass tome from Astrals knows when. Did you want this? Oh, absolutely!

"Take me," you barely whispered.

He broke from the summoning circle, stepping over the chalk and before eyeing knew it you were pinned against the wall of your dorm. You were thankful that you didn't have a roommate and even more thankful for the Halloween parties that were raging on across campus.

His hands were planted on your shoulders, his sharp nails dug into your jacket and pierced at your skin. His tail wrapped around your thigh and snaked its way upwards. You hissed when it teased at your sex through your pants, pressing against your warmth and tempting you even further into that little pool of list you were so damn adamant on swimming in. His tail tightened around your thigh just enough for it to start to tingle.

You whimpered, craving your neck to to meet his eyes as he stared down at you in pure hunger. Something feral lurked in his eyes and you were loving every second of it. Your body was on fire, your skin reacting so well to his touch. Was this wrong? You were about to make love with a demon. Was it really wrong?

If it was wrong, you didn't want to be right.

He captured your lips with his. He fisted your jacket and brought you as close to his body as he could. Your hands fumbled across his body. He was pretty chiseled with pecs and faint abs on the cusp of being something straight out of a porno. Your hands grabbed at his broad shoulders, anchoring yourself against him as your lips moved in tangent. Your teeth clicked against each others by accident a few times from how rough he was using your poor mouth. You could taste blood starting to linger into the kiss, traces of hearty iron tainting your tongues as he greedily drank you up like he was some vampire.

His tongue rolled over your lips before forcing them apart himself, not caring for you to allow him in. You've already sealed that fate. His tongue was warm and wet and eager to explore. He loved to explore your mouth, eagerly fighting with your tongue as you moaned softly into the kiss. Your fingers tugged at the hair that tickled at his shoulders, earning you a fierce growl from the demon as his claws sank into you more.

When he grew tired of your mouth, he parted from it and trailed his tongue down your jaw to your neck. He pressed hot, open mouthed kisses to your jugular, lapping at your pulse and nosed at the column of your throat. He inhaled your scent like he could get high off of the smell alone before licking at it again with that tongue of his. Oh Astrals, what you want him to do with that tongue alone.

He pressed hot kisses to your throat right where your pulse was the strongest, each kiss getting rougher than the last until he finally sank his sharp teeth into your delicate skin. You cried, sinking your nails into his shoulders to anchor yourself against him as your knees wobbled and threatened to give out under your weight.

Your head rolled back and smacked against your wall when his tail teased at your sex, pressing firmly against the swollen flesh, teasing at the wet spot that was slowly growing in the crotch of your pants.

His teeth unlatched from your throat and he nosed at your ear, nibbling at your earlobe and smirked.

"You're already hot and bothered and I've just been kissing you," he purred in your ear. "So eager for me."

"Please," you whimpered.

Your hands caressed up his ashen neck, toying with his locks of soft black hair.

"What do you want? Tell me."

"Please, just fuck me already. Please?"

He pinned you to the bed, his clawed hand wrapped around your jaw as he hovered above you. His palm covered your mouth, muffling your moans and pants. His eyes were wild, his teeth bared. He looked like a wild animal.

"You're very interesting for a human," he thought out loud, "I think I'll keep you around."

[thatanimeramenchick]

Yandere DOL Headcannons

So, I've been cursed by Tumblr. Thanks to you degenerates I now know about the existence of Degrees of Lewdity, and just spent the last two or three weeks of my life completely devoted to binge playing it. While I do have MAJOR problems with how um... "broad" some of the "fetishes" get I'd be lying if I said I didn't think it was a fun game. (And yes, I know you can turn them off, but why the frick is some of that crap even an option???? Just no. Right to prison.)

Anyway, this trashfire game is getting added to my list of things I now write for. So ask away for headcannons. All normal rules apply. Decided to write some yandere headcannons for non-love interest characters.

EDIT: Honestly, I don't think I'll be writing anything else for this game. I've had a dry spell with it and looking back I can't believe I even played it. 😅 Yes, I was playing Vanilla mode basically, but still, I just... I can't people. So no, I'm not doing request for this. My good girl guilt is too strong. I'm still not ready to delete this though?

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Briar

It would take a lot for someone to catch their attention. They've seen and done most everything, so you would really have to stand out in both appearance and personality to draw them in.

They like to have other people do their dirty work for them. They pay their goons to stalk you throughout the city and take pictures of you. Security is also there to keep the town pervs off of you. If you’re employed by them, they may have your fellow workers dig up information on you by rooting through your stuff in the dressing room or befriending you. When they finally do decide they has to have you, they may have their employees yank you into their car or office for a “friendly chat” so that you two can come to a sort of agreement on what kind of relationship he wants from you. Will sugarcoat it to look like just a business deal, but there’s a much more possessive motive behind it.

How they treat and interact with you if you reject them will be greatly affected by whether you are working for them or not. If you are, they are not above using some real nasty methods to keep you under their thumb, such as threatening to repeatedly have you pimped out against your will until you learn to be more obedient. If you’re not a sex worker or if you’re a virgin, they may simply pay to have a gang rough you up a bit as opposed to having them rape you, though they’ll make sure they leave a threatening message that one of your close friends may be on the receiving end of that treatment if you don’t come to them. Oh, and they are not playing. They have absolutely no qualms with carrying out their threats.

Leighton

I literally hate this man on a deep, personal level.

If you’re a student, they will have all kinds of excuses made to have you sent to their office. If you’re a delinquent this will be easy, but I see Leighton liking to take advantage of an innocent student, because that’s the kind of pile of human bile and horesecrap that he is. They would have you drawn in by either inventing reasons for you to need detention and discipline or wanting to “make sure you’re ok” because they supposedly heard your home life was difficult or that you weren’t feeling well. May want to give you “personal” health inspections.

With their camera fetish they’re going to want lots of pictures of you in every possible state. May also request “special” videos of you. If you have agreed and ever want to stop, it really sucks to be you, because they’ll threaten to release them if you aren’t obedient.

If you show any interest in a fellow student, they will make sure to pull them aside for "discipline" as well, and may even have you join in. They're perfectly fine with a threesome as long at the end of the day you realize your theirs.

Remy

I hate to burst ya’ll’s perverted bubbles, but I don’t think Remy would do the cow treatment with their love interest. They look at the player as cattle when they buy them and treat them as such. While they may have a certain “special interest” in tending to you, at the end of the day, you’re a cow, and they are not screwing a cow.

Now, don’t get me wrong. Their personality is extremely domineering and if they want something, they have made it clear throughout the course of the game that they get it. They will use and even take sadistic glee to an extent in using force to get what they want, as is shown in how they ransacks Alex’s farm and how they whips the player with joy when they refuse to plow. So if they have their eyes on a someone, they are getting them and taming them into submission. I just don’t think it would be through the cow treatment.

May try to woo you the more traditional way, using their riches and personality to try to win you over. If that doesn’t work though, some sabotaging your current love life and manipulating your financial situation by pulling some strings with your housing and job. If all else fails, maybe some threatening your loved ones will work. Don’t want everyone you love and care about lives being utterly ruined? They want you. Doesn’t really want to kidnap you if they don't have to, but they are not above it if things you are being a real brat or don’t really have anyone they can threaten you with.

After you either submit into entering a relationship or they abduct you, they use the carrot and stick method. Being bad gets you punished in various ways and revoking privileges, while being good has them treating you kinder and letting you do things you enjoy. They still keep you on a really tight leash though.

[fayeandknight]

Personal post in which I am processing old trauma.

It's weird how you can clearly recall an experience but have no emotional response/true comprehension of it until many years later.

My relationship with my ex fiance happened during my first three years of college, if you don't count the stalking and harassment that went on for several years after. I'm in my 30s now, that was a long time ago.

It took me a few years after breaking up for the last time to realize that the relationship wasn't just "really shitty" but had in fact been extremely abusive. To this day when I think of him I think of screaming and crying, breaking glass, blood, absolute terror, and the inability to breathe.

Over the years I've been processing the truth of things he'd normalized/minimized/gaslit me on and trying to give myself grace for the long term effects it's had on me. And for a while I thought I'd acknowledged all of it. But recently (last year or two) it's hit me like a sack of bricks that he tried to murder me. I don't mean going too far in a fit of anger, I mean he planned out and followed through on a deliberate plan to kill me that I survived by sheer luck.

That day has always been a cold, stop motion memory since it happened. I can recall it in a series of snapshots, each clean and neat and utterly detached from each other.

He tells me we'll have the house to ourselves.

He's drawn me a bath in the big Jacuzzi tub with rose petals in the water.

I undress and get in.

He is sitting on the side of the bathtub.

He is cupping my face for a kiss and whispers something about Ophelia.

My head is underwater.

I am flailing and grabbing at his hands, the side of the bathtub. Water is going everywhere but I can't get out from underneath his hands.

I can't breathe. My lungs are burning. I am beyond terrified. This is the inevitable end. This is how I die.

His hands are off me and I am able to get my head above water.

He is taking keys off the counter and handing them through the cracked open door.

I am soaking wet and holding my clothes against me in a bundle that mostly covers me.

I shove past the person on the other side of the door and run barefoot back to my dorm.

He gaslit me hard about this that it never happened. I didn't even get a chance to bring it up. He just showed up the next day to take me on a date (which he very rarely did) and complained about how outside of sex we never had one on one time because there were always people in the house. I was still in shock I think and don't really remember what happened in between my running out of his house and him showing up at my dorm apartment. I do remember being in the living room of his house after the date and having a very public fight that he pulled out of nowhere.

For a long time that memory has been something I shied away from even thinking about. It was a cold spot in my brain that gave me mental frost bite.

And then when I did acknowledge it, it was framed as 'I almost died' in my mind. But the more I think about it, the more clear that this was a planned murder becomes.

We were in college and he lived in a busy frat house/known party house with four other guys. He either dedicated significant time to tracking people's coming and going to find a long enough window of time to drown me and dispose of my body. Not a small feat considering the near constant foot traffic in the house. Or he engineered having that house be empty.

The tub, which wasn't normally used due to being disgustingly dirty, had been spotlessly cleaned.

He never got undressed or into the tub with me. He was wearing a short sleeved shirt with shorts and angled his legs away from the tub.

He referenced Ophelia, who dies via drowning. I was a theatre major at the time.

He very much intended to murder me by downing me in that bathtub.

The only reason I survived is because someone forgot their keys on the bathroom counter and had to come back for them. That's it.

It's so wild to me how long it's taken my brain to feel, I don't know safe??? enough, to really put the severity and full implications together. I didn't repress the memory, just avoided it. And I'm not even shocked that he tried to kill me, more that he tried to murder me - though I'm not sure how much sense that distinction would make to anyone else.

Seeing romantic gestures between couples makes me feel cold and frightened and grief stricken. And for a long time I attributed that to my most significant/serious relationship being an epic shit show and a half. But I'm starting to realize that it's also because one of the few romantic gestures I've received was actually part of the plan to murder me. So I'm trying to be gentle with myself when I experience those feelings.

I'm not some bitter shrew who hates seeing happy couples. I am experiencing the fallout feelings of an extremely traumatic and very nearly fatal event.

Anyway I'm not really expecting for anyone to have read this whole mess. But if you did, here's a picture of Forte snuggling me from this morning as thanks for sitting with me for a bit.

[who-knew-a-sheep-can-write]

Summons: Incubus!Noctis Caelum x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Contains: Incubus!Noctis, biting, breast worship, vaginal fingering, mating press, creampies, dirty talk

"Did it do anything?"

"It didn't work."

"Nothing happened."

You tossed the chalk to the ground and sat back down on the floorboards. Your friends all had a mixture of emotions painted on their faces ranging between skeptical and really fucking bored to disappointed. You looked back to your side to where the old "tome" sat opened, the spell it was opened to was obviously just a bunch of doodles and jumbled words.

"At least we can say we tried something for Halloween," you shrugged before eyeing them all.

One of your friends stood up, grabbed their backpack and slinging it over their shoulder.

"I gotta go. My dorm stops letting people in soon and I don't wanna wake up my roommate," they sighed before waving goodbye.

The others also started to trickle out one by one until you had been left alone in your dorm room. You stood up, dusting the powdery chalk off of your legs and snatching up the old tome. You and your friends had found it stashed in your school's library behind some of the older books in the fantasy section. One of your friends had slipped it into their back and brought it to your dorm room, showing you all bookmarks they had made with some of the spells and enchantments and summons they wanted to try tonight. Only one could've worked, however; a summoning spell for a demon, the description of the damned devil had been faded and even scratched up leaving so much to the imagination.

Your friends all joked that it would either be a big, brawny and very handsome demon while the others weighed that it could be an actual fucking problem like in the movies. Curiosity killed the coeurl, though, and pretty soon you had drawn out the summoning circle in great detail on your dorm's floors. You had to admit, you were a bit disappointed yourself. You were secretly hoping for a sexy demon to have some fun with, but now you were left with a mess to clean up.

You turned your back to the circle and flipped through more pages of the tome, walking towards the broom and dustpan in the corner when you suddenly felt a pair of eyes on you, burning a hole in the back of your head. Spinning on your heel, you gasped and dropped the dusty old tome to the floor.

You had company.

A man- fuck that, a demon was sitting in the summoning circle. He was on the floor, one leg tucked up while the other was stretched out. Dual black horns curled out from cool black messy hair. Eyes that looked as though he captured galaxies in them bore right into you. He was shirtless, showing off his pale and ashen skin, wearing nothing more than a pair of pants that looked like they were ripped straight from a fantasy game. An ashen tail curled behind him, swaying back and forth, snaking around his leg before brushing around like a cat's.

He eyed you lazily, raising his brows almost as if you were the one that was summoned and he was waiting for you to do your own little tricks.

"Holy shit," you mumbled as you eyed him up and down. "What the fuck?"

"I don't care much for crowds," he uttered as he gave you the same treatment.

"What kind of demon are you?"

He cocked a brow seemingly out of amusement, but you couldn't quite pin it down.

"An incubus. What kind of human are you?"

"Shouldn't Incubus have wings?"

He shot you a look.

"Shouldn't humans not be summoning demons?" Touché. He stood suddenly when you realized he was very much taller than you. He walked towards the edge of the summoning circle, stopping just where the chalk started. His tail twister behind him in curiosity as he eyed you. "You're rather interesting for a human. I'd love to know how you taste."

You were very much aware of the sharp teeth in his mouth. You caught the glints of them in the low lighting of your room.

Your cheeks heated up at his comment.

"Is that so?"

"It's true."

His eyes were staring right into your soul, reading you like an open book. He knew exactly how you were feeling, he probably knew exactly what you were feeling too. It doesn't take a fucking demon to know you were craving something crazed in the sheets. You felt a tingling feeling building up just behind your belly button, you felt your core tighten and warm up.

His nostrils twitched a bit, no doubt he could smell your arousal from where he stood just mere feet away. His eyes flared an even brighter blue. He looked like he was starving for passion and love.

"I can smell your need for me," his smile was handsome even with the fangs. "It's divine."

"Thank you?"

"All you have to do is say you want me," he stared you down, "and I can give you what you want." He eyed your pants before looking back into your eyes. "Just say you want me."

Was this real? Yes. Was this a smart thing to do? Fuck no, it was a damn demon that you just summoned from a nasty ass tome from Astrals knows when. Did you want this? Oh, absolutely!

"Take me," you barely whispered.

He broke from the summoning circle, stepping over the chalk and before eyeing knew it you were pinned against the wall of your dorm. You were thankful that you didn't have a roommate and even more thankful for the Halloween parties that were raging on across campus.

His hands were planted on your shoulders, his sharp nails dug into your jacket and pierced at your skin. His tail wrapped around your thigh and snaked its way upwards. You hissed when it teased at your sex through your pants, pressing against your warmth and tempting you even further into that little pool of list you were so damn adamant on swimming in. His tail tightened around your thigh just enough for it to start to tingle.

You whimpered, craning your neck to to meet his eyes as he stared down at you in pure hunger. Something feral lurked in his eyes and you were loving every second of it. Your body was on fire, your skin reacting so well to his touch. Was this wrong? You were about to make love with a demon. Was it really wrong?

If it was wrong, you didn't want to be right.

He captured your lips with his. He fisted your jacket and brought you as close to his body as he could. Your hands fumbled across his body. He was pretty chiseled with pecs and faint abs on the cusp of being something straight out of a porno. Your hands grabbed at his broad shoulders, anchoring yourself against him as your lips moved in tangent. Your teeth clicked against each others by accident a few times from how rough he was using your poor mouth. You could taste blood starting to linger into the kiss, traces of hearty iron tainting your tongues as he greedily drank you up like he was some vampire.

His tongue rolled over your lips before forcing them apart himself, not caring for you to allow him in. You've already sealed that fate. His tongue was warm and wet and eager to explore. He loved to explore your mouth, eagerly fighting with your tongue as you moaned softly into the kiss. Your fingers tugged at the hair that tickled at his shoulders, earning you a fierce growl from the demon as his claws sank into you more.

When he grew tired of your mouth, he parted from it and trailed his tongue down your jaw to your neck. He pressed hot, open mouthed kisses to your jugular, lapping at your pulse and nosed at the column of your throat. He inhaled your scent like he could get high off of the smell alone before licking at it again with that tongue of his. Oh Astrals, what you want him to do with that tongue alone.

He pressed hot kisses to your throat right where your pulse was the strongest, each kiss getting rougher than the last until he finally sank his sharp teeth into your delicate skin. You cried, sinking your nails into his shoulders to anchor yourself against him as your knees wobbled and threatened to give out under your weight.

Your head rolled back and smacked against your wall when his tail teased at your sex, pressing firmly against the swollen flesh, teasing at the wet spot that was slowly growing in the crotch of your pants.

His teeth unlatched from your throat and he nosed at your ear, nibbling at your earlobe and smirked.

"You're already hot and bothered and I've just been kissing you," he purred in your ear. "So eager for me."

"Please," you whimpered.

Your hands caressed up his ashen neck, toying with his locks of soft black hair.

"What do you want? Tell me."

"Please, just fuck me already. Please?"

He pinned you to the bed, his clawed hand wrapped around your jaw as he hovered above you. His palm covered your mouth, muffling your moans and pants. His eyes were wild, his teeth bared. He looked like a wild animal.

"You're very interesting for a human," he thought out loud, "I think I'll keep you around when I'm done here."

Your clothes were suddenly missing from your person, your skin chilled and your body hair stood up on its ends at the sudden loss of protection. Your cheeks lit aflame under his intense gaze, heat crawling up your face as your mind grew slightly embarrassed from the whole situation. Your hands tried to cover at your nude body, shying away from his sight as you turned your head away as the demon’s eyes lavished over your perfect form. He batted your hands away, clawed fingers wrapping around your wrists and pulling them away, planting them on either side of your head as he locked eyes with you once more.

“Don’t hide from me,” his eyes lit up like neon signs you would see cutting through the darkness of downtown Insomnia.

You were hypnotized by how beautiful his eyes were, you didn’t feel his hands release your wrists until you felt them gently caressing your body. He started at your hips, squeezing at your soft flesh before he followed the curves up to your waist and soon found his claws dragging up your ribcage right to your breasts. Your nipples had already pebbled from the cold, your body felt as though it was set on fire. Your nerves crackled with life when the calloused pads of his thumbs rolled over such sensitive flesh that it had you flinching, sucking in a quick breath through your teeth.

For a demon, he was surely being gentle with you.

His hands squeezed at your breasts, his fingertips digging in deep enough to just teeter on the brink of eliciting pain but not pushing past into that threshold. He kneaded at your breasts for a minute, drawing out soft sighs and delicate moans from your lips as your eyes fluttered shut. He slowly brought his head down, removing his hand that fondled with your left breast. You felt his warm breath hit your skin followed by wet warmth as he latched onto your nipple. You cried out loud, suddenly slapping a hand over your mouth as you suddenly remembered you were in a dormitory with dozens of people on your floor still bustling around you.

You felt his smirk into your tit before he nipped at the bud of your nipple. You hissed, your free hand coming down to snatch at one of his horns to tug his head even closer to you. You cried out again into your palm this time when you felt his sharp teeth gently sink into your nipple, tugging at it as he sucked at your supple skin. He growled sexually into your skin at the noises you were making.

You felt his tail caressing your thigh, slowly working its way between your legs and nudging them apart just enough for him to slot one of his knees between them. He pressed his knee right up against your throbbing cunt that was slick with your arousal.

He released your poor breast only to latch onto the other. Instead of replacing your now sore and tender breast with his hand to knead the soft skin, he instead brought it down to your aching pussy and caressed your dripping folds. You jumped at the feeling of his cold claw slowly slide against you, parting your cunt as the rough pad of his index finger rubbed at you. You groaned, digging the back of your head into the rumpled sheets below. He was careful with you still, never going too fast with your delicate skin, never drawing blood as he rubbed at your pussy with his clawed finger. He quickly added a second one, arching it just enough for the tip of his claw to scratch lightly at your cunt and pull a gasp from you before you suddenly choked on a moan. You screwed your eyes shut as a surge of something electrical shocked your entire body, your limbs suddenly going a little numb as your body twitched and trembled at the feelings he was pulling from you by just sucking at your tits and fingering you as best as he could.

He pulled away from your breast and looked up at your face when he felt you look away, your grip on his horn almost faltered, sliding down the curved base until you moved your hand to grasp lightly at his dark locks.

“Look at me,” he growled darkly. He quickened his pace with your cunt. You felt your legs start to tremble, your core start to tighten, you didn’t have much longer. “Look at me when you cum.”

His voice sounded more demonic at that statement. You loved the sense of danger that washed over your senses. Your eyes shot open despite your eyelids pulling with exhaustion and made eye contact with his galactic eyes. They bore into you, read your entire soul as though it was an open book.

You came suddenly on his fingers, eyes squeezing shut again only for a brief second as your vision went white. Your body shook and locked up, your hands clung to his body burning hot with desire. Your eyes fluttered open once more when you felt his fingers massaging deep into you before he pulled away. You watched as he sat back on his haunches and stared at his two fingers covered in your sweet nectar, the clear and thick fluid clinging to his skin as it shined in the low lighting in your dorm. He brought his fingers up to his mouth and lapped at them, his sharp tongue tasting your sweet orgasm with a satisfied groan, his eyes shutting as he enjoyed how perfect you tasted. Once he had licked his fingers clean of you, he opened his eyes and looked down at you still trembling from your climax.

“You taste so divine,” he praised. “I could eat you out for days on end and never get tired of how perfect you taste to me.”

His eyes lazily looked down at your cunt now slick with what remained of your climax before he looked back up at you.

“Please,” you whimpered pitifully.

“What do you want me to do to you?” he asked coyly.

“Fuck me. Please?”

You saw his sharp teeth when he smiled devilishly at you.

His pants were quickly discarded and your eyes went wide at the side of his cock. Would that even fit? Your thighs tried to close themselves on instinct, your body in sudden shock at how hung he was. Why did it surprise you so? He was a demon after all.

He climbed over you, his clawed hands snatched at the sheets on either side of your head as he brought his trim waist down close to yours. You flinched when you felt the head of his cock press against your folds and parted them with ease. He dragged his cock along your sweet little cunt, lathering his head with as much of your spilled climax as he could until you felt a tap at your passageway.

He connected his lips to yours, swallowing your cries when he thrusted into you. Your hands snatched at his shoulders, nails biting into his hot skin as his cock speared right into you. You felt so horribly full with just the little bit he had pressed into you, your walls stretched so painfully yet so deliciously that you craved more. He sank his hips down as low as he could before he bottomed out inside of you. You screamed against his lips, cried into the cavity of his mouth as his tongue explored yours when you felt his head tap at your cervix.

He suddenly broke the kiss to snatch at your ankles. He gave you no time to adjust and prepare, he gave you no warning as to what he was about to do. He suddenly brought your knees up to your chest as he held your ankles up over your head as far as they would go. He spread your legs apart and sat up straight, towering over you as he pressed himself almost completely into you. Your head craned back, mouth hung open as you moaned out loud. You didn’t care who heard you at this point.

He gave you very little time to prepare before he started thrusting at an inhuman pace. His hips smacked against yours, his heavy balls slapped against you, his cock stretched you out to the point you thought your poor cunt would tear. You were once again teetering on the edge between pleasure and pain and you were living for it.

His claws sank into your ankles just enough for blood to start to bead at the marks he left behind. He kept his eyes on you as he fucked you like an animal. They were full of lust and drank up your sinful desires like his life depended on it.

“Fuck! You feel so good-” he panted between thrusts. “I’m not letting you out of my life.”

“Please! Ah- I- fuck,” you struggled to catch a breath.

Your legs strained uncomfortably at the stretch he was forcing. Your knees being tucked up to your chin left little room for you to breathe.

“I’m gonna cum inside of you, make you mine,” he snarled down at you through bared fangs.

You could feel his abs twitching with his thrusts, you could feel his cock harden and flinch inside of your velvety walls.

You came apart once again, your walls fluttering against his cock as you cried out loud. It felt as though the air had been punched out from your lungs, it felt as though your mind was hit with a flashbang.

His thrusts became sloppy and harsh. With every thrust, he growled and snarled and moaned. He suddenly latched a hand onto your jaw and forced you to look at him. His galactic gaze made the heavy feeling in your chest grow all warm and fuzzy.

“What are you?” he snarled.

“Yours,” you whispered back. “I’m yours.”

He thrusted harshly into you one last time before he suddenly came inside of you. He roared, throat flexing as his larynx bobbed. He shot thick, hot ropes of cum right into your waiting womb, painting the poor thing white as he filled you until you were full. He refused to leave you at first, he loved the euphoric feeling of how your walls milked him for everything he had. You groaned softly at how full you felt, and the demon above you shushed you softly, slowly dropping your legs down as his cum started to drip from your abused cunt.

[welcometomyfloor]

Ridonculous Race Season 2, Team: The Jocks

I finished the picture!

Also, quick sketch-ies of their swimsuits because I wanted to.

Notes on the Original and Modified Character Designs:

Brick-

I made his crew-cut fluffier because the floof keeps him looking young and not like a grown-ass man. (I also got rid of that stupid maple leaf widows peak whatever the fuck his hair line is because I fucking hate it.)

I never realized how stupid the shorts where until I saw him drawn in other styles. Dawn didn't even need to look at his aura, she just saw the shorts and said "that's some bottom shit chief". And, as you can see, I did not change it, because I love that for him.

And now, I present a "rant" about Brick's tank top: one thing people seem to forget about Brick is that he's kind-of a show boat. Like, his first confessional was spent flexing his arms and talking about how "strong and capable" he is. That being said, he's the only other TD boy to ever wear a shirt with their bathing suit (the only other one being Mike and we all know why he wears one.) And, as much as I love the theory that he's wearing a tank top because Lighting felt threatened by Brick's six-pack, I will instead posit another explanation. Brick's tank top is white, and what, may I ask, happens when white fabric gets wet? It becomes See-through, pretty much eliminating any intended point of modesty. So why the fuck not just go shirtless or wear any other fucking color? Because Brick McArthur wants to slutty in the most convoluted and indirect way possible to maintain humility and show people his tits. Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

Going off my previous over-analysis on the clothing choices of an animated 16 year old from show that came out 10 years ago, I kept the white tank top. :) I just changed his jean shorts to camo-trunks for the swim outfit because who would swim in fucking Levi's? Also, ixnay on the socks and boots because what the fuck where the animators doing when they did "Backstabbers Ahoy"? Like, did he just want to feel taller? It's not like he's short.

[corrected] To elaborate on the height thing, I'm pretty sure Total Drama doesn't have cannon heights for anyone but Alejandro (6ft, mentioned in "Rapa Phooey!"). On top of that, TD doesn't maintain that good of a scale throughout it, an example of this between Brick and Jo is how in "Truth or Laser Shark" Brick towers over his whole team on their way to the Obsta-Kill Course but is seen as being around the same height as Jo in other episodes and scenes. That being said, I'm going to head-cannon him as being around 6'0"-6'1" without boots. I'd imagine the heels of his boots are 1-2 inches tall so he'd been 6'1" at the shortest and 6'3" at the tallest with boots on. (Height thing to be continued in Jo's portion.)

Jo-

Jo wearing a red-toned and blue-toned gray together makes me irrationally upset. Like, girl, either pick and stick with an undertone or wear more black, it's not that hard.

The way her hair is drawn in TD makes me this it's greasy as shit, like, bitch, shampoo exists. I sketched it as being fluffier but then I was like "nah, looking like a grease rat is apart of Jo's charm".

I hate the color of her shoes, artificial and natural mint have no right to be this close to each other. Even if they're meant to be grass-stained or some shit, I still fucking hate it. Again, Jo, ma'am, you don't understand colors, just wear black.

First three points aside, I do think character design should reflect who the character is and, in my humble opinion, Jo's design (as frustrating as her color combinations and greasy hair are) does exactly that. She's a rough-around-the-edges tomboy that doesn't give a fuck, at least, that's the image she's trying to put out. So yeah, that's why I gave her main design no significant changes despite my complaints about it.

But, I did change her swimsuit because her original one is soo fucking bad and it makes me uncomfortable. Like, you're really trying to tell me that Jo wears a one piece? No, no, no. She wears boys trunks and a baggy t-shirt, don't try and tell me otherwise.

Back to the height thing. I don't know where this number comes from, but I personally head-cannon Jo as being 5'10"-5'11". Yeah, I know that would make her a tall girl but she is the tallest Revenge girl (excluding Dakotazoid for obvious reasons) and would help explain Lightning's miss-identification of Jo as a boy. I also just feel like making her tall makes sense for her character. She doesn't fit in with really any one group, let alone the girls her age, so making her stature distinct from the other girls exemplifies her estrangement from what other's consider traditionally feminine. (Of course, I don't personally agree with this. Femininity and masculinity are social constructs but Total Drama is meant to take place in modern day Canada, therefore Jo's character and design is affected by contemporary gender roles.)

One thing that bugged me in Revenge is that Jo's whistle literally only shows up around her neck for one episode for plot reasons. So, for the sake of my own sanity, I'm just gonna say it's always under neither her hoodie and overtop her undershirt. (It's not important but it's just something I wanted to establish for myself.)

Okay, so onto the shit that actually matters for this project-

Team Dynamic and Background Information for Ridonculous Race Season 2:

If you've seen my original post on these two being a RR team, know that I've made some conceptual changes since then. Still feel free to check out that post if you want, some things will stay the same. Stay tuned to figure out what will and won't change.

One thing I didn't realize was that the Flush of Shame took the contestants to different parts of the world. (I don't remember watching All Stars on cable and I definitely didn't stick around for end credits as a child, so that's my justification for not knowing about the extras.) So, it wasn't until I read "The Egypt Trip" on AO3 that I realized it was a common theory that past contestants picked up the eliminated from their flushed locations. Just know that Egypt will be mentioned in their Ridonculous Race plotline as I am now working off of the head-cannon that Brick brought Jo back to Canada after her elimination in All Stars.

As this is Ridonculous Race Season 2, Brick and Jo haven't shared the screen for three seasons (All Stars, Pahkitew and RR S1). All Stars and Pahkitew canonically take place one year after Revenge. We know RR happens after Pahkitew, but we don't know how much time has passed, so I'm just gonna have to fudge some numbers on how many years after Pahkitew this hypothetical Ridonculous Race Season 2 would take place. Shit happens pretty fast in the TD universe so let's just say it's been around 2 years since Revenge happened. Making Brick and Jo, assuming they are 16 in ROTI, around the age of 18 in RR season 2. (Again, this isn't that important for the story. It was mainly just something I personally needed to establish for my own timeline.) Just keep in mind that these two haven't seen each other in about a year. They are reuniting for the purpose of doing the race (this will be explained in the story).

I am also head-cannoning Brick and Jo as both being from Manitoba. Like Egypt, them living in the same province will be brought up during their plotline. My choice of province was also inspired by CactusPot ("hello" to Leslie if she's reading this. It's like my 3rd or 4th time I've brought her up on my blog, but I just wanted to make sure I'm giving her credit on the ideas I took from her fanfictions.)

Despite the fact that these two haven't seen each other in a year, neither Brick nor Jo have changed very much. Brick still has his military thing (thought his relationship with that and how his love of fashion now intersects with that will be discussed in the fic) and is overall still a kind-hearted and clumsy idiot. Jo is still brooding and confrontational, but, this will explored as a front Jo puts up in-order to protect herself.

If you did read my original post where I explained the potential for character development this concept provides, you know that the RR format is going to be essential for Jo's character growth. Since her and Brick are now a packaged deal, she can't get rid of him without compromising her need to dominate the competition. Along with that, the longer they stay in the race, the more her aggressive façade will fall and her true problems will be exposed and; Brick, being himself, is going to feel the need to help her through it. However, due to his time on Revenge, he also is not going to tolerate blatant disrespect or Jo's refusing to be cooperative. To overview: something's gotta give and both of these motherfuckers are as stubborn as hell.

Personal Life Head-Cannon Speed Round:

Brick-

[revised] His full name is Alexander Grant McArthur. (Brick is just a nickname he got from a Junior Army Boot Camp as a kid, shortened version of Brickhouse.)

[new] He is of Scottish, Romanian, and Turkish decent.

He has an older sister named Elizabeth (nicknamed Liberty), she lives in Toronto with her girlfriend Jordan (might be mentioned in story). He also has three little sisters and 1 little brother (I don't care about them. They just exist.)

His mother works at a nursing home (she used to be an Army Nurse before having her children) and his father is an active Army General. They're in their mid-to-late forties.

Due to both of his parents being soo busy growing up, both Brick and Liberty had to play a parent-like role for their four younger siblings. (The age gap between Brick and Liberty is much smaller than the age gap between Brick and the oldest of his younger siblings.)

[new] He probably grew up going to church (like, more than just the standard Sunday service) and watched a lot of Veggie Tales and other religious programs. I still think he went to public school and was allowed to watch secular media while at a friends' houses, it was just more of a "not in my house" kinda rule set by his parents.

He is heterosexual. (I honestly think he's just a straight guy who likes fashion and has unconventional taste in women. You can have whatever head-cannon you want about his sexuality, I don't care.)

Jo-

[revised] Her full name is Joanne Grace Snyder.

[new] She is mainly of Polish, Czech, and German decent.

Her parents are divorced and messy divorced at that. She lives with her dad, who has only dated since the divorce. Meanwhile, Jo's mom was remarried within a few years and hasn't been in regular contact with her daughter since. (Might be mentioned in story.)

She has two younger brothers who she doesn't know much about due to them being from her mother's second marriage.

Her main source of companionship is her pet pit bull, Bolder, who is actually a huge sweetheart. (Surprise, surprise, the "Take-No-Prisoners Jockette" has a pupper that people stereotype as being mean and overly aggressive.)

[new] She definitely grew up watching Adult Swim. Like, she didn't watch normal cartoons at all and skipped right to South Park and Futurama reruns.

This might just be me but I truly believe that 90% of Jo's energy comes from caffeinated drinks and pure spite (might be brought up in story).

Like Brick, I think Jo is straight. I also know that some people head-cannon her as trans, I do not (neither as mtf nor ftm). (Same disclaimer as with Brick, you can have whatever opinion you want. I just think she has anger issues and is insecure with her femininity, not a lesbian or transgender.)

What's Next for Ridonculous Race Season 2?

I will be illustrating a team picture and writing an info-post (like this one) for each of the 17 remaining teams before writing the fic. (This will give me time to pick locations, create OC's and plan out the season while providing content in the mean time.)

The next team to officially join the lineup will be two returning competitors to the Total Drama franchise. After that, they're will only be one more returning character, the rest of the 31 members of the cast (excluding Don and locals) are going to be my own original characters made for the purpose of this fic.

I have adding the tag #TDRR Season 2 to all posts currently found and to be found on this project, as well as a featured tag on my blog. (Feel free to use this tag when referring to this fanfiction and / or any original characters from it.)

Please be patient with me as I am doing this alone and have a part-time job (and, depending on if I move this summer or not, getting a full-time job and maintaining my own apartment may become a part of the equation.) So, yes, I have a laundry list of tasks to do all by myself so I just ask that you be forgiving of my productivity timeline. Thank you.

-Nessa Rose-

[jjungkooksthighs]

Wouldn't you feel guilty for keeping me bound when I'm struggling though, alpha? please alpha.. I'm sorry... You know I can't fucking take it, and yet you continue..

Ok, You know what? I'm tired of this. I am not gonna speak one fucking word to yo.u until you let me go. You can't make me speak until you decide to let me off. The choice is yours, either let me go, or suffer the silence. The choice is yours.

Do not forget that the first time I bound you was in front of every single wolf in the pack.

You were sat on that tree that I pushed you down on, and distracted by my mouth as you always are, you didn't even realize that I'd put that diadem onto you until it was too late.

And the last time I checked, you brat, you liked it. I could see it in the way your eyes glazed over in lust. In the way you slurred my name from that mouth of yours that had been painted red in the blood you'd drawn on my lips that I'd kissed you with. Hard.

You can sit there and reject me all you want, but we both know you were excited when you were bound on that tree in front of everyone.

I saw you rubbing your legs together. I saw you bite at your lips when you thought I'd turned and couldn't see you.

But you know what really gives this all away as some petty little act you're putting on?

I could smell you then just as I can smell you now. And you're wet, you little fucking harlot. You're wet for me.

So go ahead and sit there in silence if you wish. You won't keep it up for long. Not when I can scent your desire for me.

And certainly not once I tear my clothes off and look at nothing but you while I lay back on my bed and use my hand to get off while you can do nothing but to sit back and watch. We'll see how long you can keep your mouth shut once that happens, omega.

[squish--squash]

can you please post the science fiction recs anyway? i'd love that

I WILL!!!!

Okay so before I do my recs, I wanna explain the reason I was able to read a bunch of science fiction my senior year of hs was because I had the last two periods of my schedule free, and instead of driving home like a regular teenager I instead stayed and took the bus home bc I don't drive. Anyways, I spent those last two periods of my school day in the library, reading and being a math/science tutor. I actually had time to fucking read, y'all, it was amazing!

Anyways, the only thing I knew about science fiction up until that point was that a lot of it was either space travel or time travel, which are two things I'm actually not interested in. So I didn't really go for the genre.

UNTIL I ran into a friend in the library during one of my TA periods, and she recommended a science fiction series. It coincidentally is my first recommendation! And it is:

Arc of a Scythe Trilogy - Neal Shusterman

It's hands-down one of my all-time favorite book series. I went into reading it suspicious and ready for my picky ass to put the first book down, but the worldbuilding grabbed me by the throat and said "not so fast!" I'll avoid spoilers by giving a vague gist of the series, but it's a futuristic sci-fi trilogy set in a world where basically the only way someone dies is if they are murdered by other people assigned to be grim reapers because the AI authority ruling society refuses to kill people. It's so, so badass. And I'd buckle up for this series too, because the amount of plot twists and unexpected turns that happen in this series was an emotional roller coaster I'd never experienced before. I'm sorry if you've already heard about/read this trilogy btw, I have no clue how popular it is I'll be honest with that. Also, in the third novel there's a genderfluid character that's introduced and becomes the love interest of a protagonist, and it was very nice to read about. It was also the first time I read about a genderfluid character in a published novel!

Anyways, after I devoured that trilogy, I was hungry for more, and decided I was going to comb through my school library's sci-fi section to see if there was anything that caught my eye. This is where I found my next recommendations (I also found my niche of sci-fi: futuristic biopunk dystopians). The first of these is:

Proxy and Guardian - Alex London

Fun fact about this duology: it's gay! Anyways, a vague gist about Proxy and Guardian is that it's set in a futuristic, post-apocalyptic dystopian setting where impoverished people can have their debts bought off by people in exchange for becoming their proxies for dealing with punishments. I thought the plot was very interesting, especially as it progressed. There's also something new that I haven't really read before, where the main cast has a "OH SHIT, WE FUCKED UP" moment, and actively tries to reverse what they've done only to find they're now at the mercy of the consequences of what they did. The worldbuilding was also pretty cool, too.

Moving on from that series, I immediately pounced on another book:

Fragile Remedy - Maria Ingrande Mora

Fun fact: THIS ONE IS GAY TOO! (it's funny because I didn't even realize this one had a gay romance in it too until I sat down and started reading it; I originally was enticed by the pretty blue cover laskdgh) The gist of this one is a little similar to Proxy's setting, but with more of a steampunk twist. It's set in the slums of a futuristic dystopian world, where the main character is someone who was genetically modified and therefore has blood that can heal people, which is something you don't want to be in that world. I was really drawn into this story by the characters, which had really good chemistry with each other. Also, if my memory serves me right, one of the characters in this novel is trans! It's not explicitly stated, but there are some pretty obvious hints to it. Compared to the other recs, this one didn't have as many plot twists, but the plot was still pretty interesting (even if I thought it moved a little slow at times). Also, the main character has a chronic health condition, which was something I'd never read about before.

After I finished Fragile Remedy, I honestly didn't know what to do. The sci-fi section in my library wasn't big, and I didn't see many more series that caught my eye. Well... all but one:

Matched trilogy - Ally Condie

Now this one... I actually have a history with, because I was actually rereading this series. However, the first time I'd read the trilogy was back when I was in either fifth or sixth grade, so it'd been at least 6-7 years since I last read the novels. My memories of the trilogy were murky and vague, but I remembered there were some things that interested me the first read around, so I decided to reread the trilogy.

It's very funny what 6-7 years can do. I remember being confused about the plot, setting, and the actions of one of the main characters the first time. But rereading it? Everything made sense. I actually disliked one of the characters back then because I didn't understand his actions, but ironically he became my favorite character the second time I read through it.

Anyways, the Matched trilogy is... you guessed it! A futuristic biopunk dystopian setting! I'm sorry about the lack of variety, but when I found out that was a thing I hunted down anything falling under that category like it was a sport. The setting of this one was feeling a lot more futuristic than the last two recs, tho.

Getting back on track, I had a lot of fun revisiting this series. It was A LOT better than I remembered, especially because I could finally understand everything more. It was also fun figuring out that I had actually read all three books through piecing together the vague memories I had, and rediscovering all the plot twists and developments that I had completely and utterly forgotten about. This series was also kinda bigger on the biology aspect of biopunk, especially in the third novel, which is always fun for me. In all honesty I don't think the worldbuilding is a main focus in the series, but what I felt lacked in that department was made up by the plot and character developments. Those of the real strengths of this trilogy.

I really hope this didn't get too long, or ranty. I just got excited. Tysm for the ask, anon! This was very fun, even tho I doubt what I had to say about my recs really helped lmao

[mclarenyaoi]

Ooo! I have some fursona ideas if you want them! (Feel free to ignore if you don’t)

George is very Gray Heron vibes to me, tall and ~dramatic~. Yuki could be either a Japanese Dormouse or a Japanese Tit. Lewis I think could be a Lesser Kudu (and maybe he got his horns removed and it was a Really Big Deal)

hi anon!!! first of all, congratulations, you're my first ever anon ask on this blog! second of all, that previous thing is pretty much exactly why this is being answered a bit late ^^' i'm terribly sorry about that, i just really wanted to make my answer good!! thank you for giving me these ideas, i love them and i love you, whoever you are <3

this is gonna be a long post so my actual answer to this ask containing all the doodles and commentary will be under the cut. just like last time, all written notes will be transcribed in the alt text since my handwriting isn't particularly legible. apologies in advance for any spelling mistakes or accidental misinformation, i don't have the time or energy to give this post a proper proofread so if anyone finds any errors or needs clarification on anything, please let me know! anyways hope you all find this post enjoyable ^^

first up, grey heron george! i've never drawn a grey heron before, so this was quite fun if a bit complicated

i ended up settling for the mid-length neck in the "final" headshot, but now that i've had more time to think on it, i think i'd choose to draw him with a long neck, tho he'd get some serious cramps after every race. it'd also be funnier as well — herons are, as you said, tall and dramatic... but herons from the front? yeah. blimey indeed.

there's also the matter of how his helmet would fit, esp since you can't exactly go and shave off a man's mouth. i couldn't find a good solution for this; my best idea was that little confused drawing in the corner. it's not a terrific solution by a long shot, but i suppose that's just how it'll be until i (or someone else? this is an open invitation, tho do tag me) come(s) up with a solution

i didn't do a fullbody sketch for grey heron george, but if i did i'd have him stand next to someone for comparison. i guess the question with that is how much his neck would factor into his height since he's plenty tall as is. i did also want to do a dramatic drawing for george, but i was severely struggling to figure out a pose. maybe i'll do one in the future..

next up, yuki. anon, i LOVED these suggestions! i ended up drawing both suggested fursonas bc why not lol. (also, i did assume by "japanese tit" you meant aegithalos caudatus japonicus (called shimaenaga (シマエナガ) in japanese) the white-faced subspecies of the long-tailed bushtit only found in hokkaido, japan) and not parsus minor, since the shimaenaga definitely gives more yuki vibes)

(before i say anything i Just realized 2'58" makes no fucking sense so i need to correct this first — it should be 2'7" ! my bad yall)

i drew yuki as a tit before i drew him as a dormouse so i'll talk abt them in that order

obviously as a creature the shimaenaga is SO very yuki sdkjfh i mean just!! look at ittt!! the definition of borb (bird orb). ngl i was kinda hoping they'd have shrike-like tendencies just bc i love when little cute things kill with brutality, but nope! they're insectivores year-round. shimaenaga are polygynous and lay 7-10 eggs per brood, which is great bc they're vulnerable to cold temperatures and hokkaido has long winters. long-tailed tits typically have facial markings resembling big brows, but this subspecies loses those markings in adulthood, probably to better blend in with the snow. i think i was gonna draw hatchling yuki with big brows at some point, but didn't bc drawing babies is difficult and drawing babies as birds is even more difficult lmao. you might notice that i chose to go the beastars route with anthropomorphic animals and gave bird yuki humanoid limbs and no wings. why did i choose to do this? well. i am not great at drawing bird legs and i didn't feel like drawing them here

the japanese dormouse has an avg length of less than 8cm (3.15in) with a tail of 6cm (2.4in). they're omnivores, with a diet consisting of fruit, nuts, insects, spiders, bird eggs and nestlings, and small rodents—even other dormice, hence my little comment abt cannibalism. again, i like it when little cute things kill with brutality. i think this works better for yuki, who i personally see as being small but mighty, though it's not like it doesn't work to make him a particularly vulnerable animal. rise against the odds and all that

regardless of whichever animal you (widely encompassing) or i choose to draw yuki as, i find yuki as a small prey animal to be v interesting. both the shimaenaga and japanese dormouse are small and agile creatures, and fitting a small animal with yuki's personality is compelling to me (which is not to say i buy into the narrative of yuki being particularly explosive or having anger issues, bc i don't believe in nor stand for that lol). for the purpose of the narrative, i love you small but stubborn animals that can and will bite you!

before i move on please appreciate pierre and yuki in the corner, i am forever and always a citizen of yukierre nation

ok last and anything but least, lewis! i'll admit, anon, i was a bit confused at first why you specifically picked the lesser kudu for lewis, but after seeing a comparison of the greater and lesser kudus.. i get it. lesser kudus look cooler (more markings) and i enjoy that

so, pretty clear timeline here. a headshot of lewis in the present, what lewis would look like with horns (i spent. so long on this. completely on accident bc i wanted the horns to look good and then had to make the rest of it look like it matched asgjfkh), what lewis looked like in ~2007, lewis post-surgery (complete horn removal), and then a sketch of lewis smiling bc i like his smile \(^u^)/

(btw, while you're here, there are only ~100k lesser kudu left in the world due to over-hunting and habitat destruction, so. figure i could stand to add a link to the african wildlife foundation page on kudus, where you can find a donation button in the corner)

anon, what you said abt lewis' horn removal being a really big deal... ough it had me thinkinggg. i think the symbolism in permanently sawing off a part of yourself to fit a mold is sooo intriguing (tho not completely matching w/ lewis' story, i think as a general concept it fucks) and also represents the sacrifices needed to be part of motorsport, particularly from a young age. pecora would need to either cut off or greatly shorten the length of their cranial appendage in order to fit their head in a helmet — technically you could like, cut holes in your helmet, but then if you have a serious crash it'd probably be a near-certain fatality due to the bone and blood and nerves in there, in addition to the obvious danger of having a heavy bone object potentially crushing into your skull. there's only a few species of pecora where having a cranial appendage isn't a sexually dimorphic thing (eg caribou, reindeer, cattle, wildebeest) so having big horns is largely a sign of masculinity, hence why lewis initially kept as much of his horns as he could (there's probably some regulation for how large horns can be before they become a danger)

so with that being said, when lewis removes his horns entirely, it causes some uproar since he's effectively socially emasculating himself on purpose. there's definitely shitty articles written about it left and right, angrily bullshitting about how it's a sign that this is the end of masculine pecora (it's not) or that regulations have gone too far (no one made him do it) or that lewis is a bad role model (nope) or whatever the hell. lewis gives like One statement on it, smth abt how he did it for his own comfort and nothing else, how it doesn't emasculate him (bc it doesn't, anyone can do whatever well-informed decision forever and it can mean fuck all if you want it to mean fuck all, Truly who give a shit), and again more shitty articles quote it. etc etc usual circlejerk of illiterate media "journalism" continues until it dies down once something else happens. idk, smth like that, i didn't go to fucking school for math realistic furry-verse timeline creation

asdkjfh oh my god THANK YOU SO MUCH to anyone who's read this whole thing, please let me know your thoughts and opinions or if i made any errors. anon, i appreciate you immensely, i am so terribly sorry for the rambling but i hope you found this post interesting!

[rainytumble]

last week's Yashiro Nene from Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun and this week's Salvia/Scarlet from Wedding Peach

Never really realized how much Scarlet looked like Usagi. But at the stage where I had drawn her face, bangs and side-hair-swirlies I was like "Wait a second!" On the same note, Nene kinda ended up looking like Tohru from Fruits Basket for some reason, wtf am I even doing.

Man, working traditionally again really is a struggle. Been so spoiled by having layers and being able to re-size and move... these remind me of how my pencil drawings from 20 years ago would turn out. I'd say these two have 50% chance to get lineart and 1% chance of that happening traditionally given how warped certain aspects are.

I really didn't do myself a favour by trying to draw poses. Nene was gonna have her hands making a heart shape, but that didn't work out at all because... well... hands. Thus I made her hold those pink rabbit creatures instead (too lazy to look up their name). Now her lower arm is way too long compared to her upper arm just in order to make it fit on the page. OTL

And Salvia... yeah, that wasn't even gonna be her for a whole while. Was gonna draw Lio from Promare this week, but could not get the pose I wanted to work, so I changed it around until I got something completely different after about an hour. Then I had to think who to make out of that new pose and spent about another hour thinking and googling who'd make sense with that body language and whose hair wouldn't go out of frame. Ended up settling for either Rem or Komi-san due to their straight hair and demeanor and went to bed. After even more back and forth I changed things yet again and went for Salvia who was probably among the characters I'd draw this year anyway.

Was debating what outfit to pick and decided it'd have to be the DX outfit because I don't really like her wedding dress design and I was not gonna draw the "Something New" with all those details.

[abelia-z]

I stayed away from settlements.

I had made the mistake back when everything had gone to shit, thinking maybe the military would provide protection from everything else out of the Safe Zone.

It had only taken a couple weeks for me to realize the safest place was by myself.

Whether it was military or self-made settlements, I was smart enough to avoid them at all costs.

I sighed, looking across the valley at the group that had settled in a Walmart at the edge of town. It would be a pain to go all the way around the town to avoid them.

And you had to go that far, 'cause if they caught sight of you they'd hunt you down until they're able to bring you back to do whatever it is they needed doing, even if you didn't want to go with them.

There was no just 'letting you go'.

I glanced down at Koya, a mutt I had impulsively picked up at the beginning, waiting patiently next to me.

"What do you think?" I asked her. Her tongue lolled out as she panted next to me.

"Yeah, they probably wouldn't even let you in the settlement," I told her.

"We're gonna have to go around. Maybe we'll find some food in some of the houses at the edge. We gotta watch out for the Sick though."

I glanced at the sun just breaching the top of the trees, lighting the sky a dusky baby blue and hazy seashell pink. It would take a couple hours to walk down. If by any luck we could find an abandoned house directly opposite the settlement to spend the night and be gone before they even woke in the morning. I just had to avoid them until I got to the other side of the town.

It took about two hours to reach the edge of town, and the closer we got, the more apprehensive I became. I hated settlements for another reason. The Sick. Zombies really, but I picked up the habit of calling them that from my time in the military camp.

Whenever there was a settlement, especially in a town, it was a toss-up if they had either attracted more Sick to where they were or if they had cleared out the surrounding area to make it safer to go out on scavenging raids.

I adjusted the straps of my bags crisscrossing across my chest as I stepped onto the open road. They were just heavy enough that it would hinder me if I had to run, but I didn't want to risk coming back through town to grab them if I were to stash them somewhere.

Koya's nails clicked on the pavement as we headed down the street. It was best to stick to the middle of the street. You never knew who was waiting in the shadows of houses waiting to run out and snatch you.

I kept my head on a swivel, going slow to preserve energy. My hand swayed next to the holster that held my knife. There was no way I'd risk a gunshot here. The Sick was drawn to sound, but so were people.

It was a little difficult to tell if I was heading towards the Walmart or not now that I was in the town and didn't have a vantage point to look from. I just kept going straight and taking streets that went left, hoping it would take me far away from it.

By the time the sky was in the middle of the sky, I was so on edge that my teeth ached. There had been a few times Koya had frozen, staring hard toward a shadowed doorway, or down an opposite street.

I worked to keep my steps light and measured. It was hard when every survival instinct I had was telling me to sprint as fast as I could away from this town, like a rabbit hearing the snap of a branch.

By the time we reached the edge, I was exhausted, almost tottering on my feet. The only thing keeping me going was the adrenaline pumping through me.

We entered a neighborhood that was more spread out. It had abandoned cars still littering the driveways and wrecked in the streets.

I paused, straining my ears even though I knew it was pointless. The Sick were quiet unless roused. But Koya didn't pay any mind, trotting happily from yard to yard, peeing here and there.

Seeing her relaxed helped ease some of my tension. I eyed a smaller house that still had a car in the driveway. If the keys were still in the house, Koya and I could take a break from walking and wouldn't have to risk sleeping out in the open for a few days.

I peered into the window at the front of the house. It was clean, with no signs of any struggle, as if untouched by the tragedy that had happened a few years ago. I rapped on the window, listening to see if anything moved in the house.

Silence.

I let out a breath I was holding. I walked up to the front door and tried it. Locked. Shrugging, I walked around to see if I could find a backdoor. Koya followed, snuffling along the ground.

The sliding door at the back was also locked, but the bedroom window next to it wasn't. I peered in, the lazy sunlight pouring in making it look warm and inviting. There wasn't any sign of someone in the room. Carefully I slid the window open, hoping up and carefully crawling through. I landed softly, teetering from the weight of my bags. I pulled my gun out, peeking under the bed, and then into the closet to make sure there wasn't anyone stuck in here.

I left the window open, just in case I needed to make a quick exit.

Slowly, I opened the door, peering out into the house. Luckily there didn't seem to be much of a hallway, with two shut doors. The rest of the house was an open concept and I could easily see that there weren't any Sick.

I quickly walked to the back door, letting Koya in.

I went over to the key rack by the front door as she sniffed around.

I stared at it in dumbfounded silence. There was a keyfob hanging right there. I snatched it, shoving it into the pocket of one of my bags. I noted the dog bowls in the kitchen and went snooping through the cupboards looking for the dog food.

"Ha," I breathed, smiling ear to ear at the bag of dog kibble. I filled one of the bowls and dumped some water from the bottles sitting on the floor still in the case in the other and watched Koya go to town.

I knew better than to open the fridge or freezer, instead continuing to scavenge through the rest of the cupboards. I found a stale box of Cheez-Its and not much else.

I took my snack and a couple bottles of water back to the room I came in from.

I came back out for the kibble, double-checking that I had locked the back door before taking Koya back into the room with me.

I locked the door to the room, shutting and locking the window finally before laying in the bed.

I sighed, feeling my back crackle as I sunk into the mattress. It had been almost six months since I had last slept in anything resembling a bed.

I munched on my dinner, watching the sunlight slowly fade into dusk on the ceiling before eventually being enveloped in darkness.

Koya snuggled up to me, sighing as she got comfortable for the night.

I was too comfortable to be weary and soon found myself drifting off. I turned my face to the window and let myself go.

[manebioniclegali]

:)

5 and 10 for the f/o ask meme-

>:|

Since you didn't specify anyone and I didn't request that you do so, I'll just answer for as many or as few as I want. 5) what’s the dumbest thing you’ve heard about your f/o, either on the internet or irl? With Loki, I've heard a lot of dumb things, and I suppose the thing I'll go with for now is Loki's "self admission" that he's a narcissist. That's both dumb and bothers me quite a bit, cuz he's not?? I can understand Loki saying that thinking it's the right answer to get him out of this cuz of everything that's happened and whatever he's been told in the past, but the narrative doesn't challenge this??? Part of the problem is that it sounds like Mobius has no way of seeing what's happening, so he can't say anything either way, *and* who's to say he wouldn't just further enforce it? Oh yeah, the elevator scene in Ragnarok when Thor's talking a lot about Loki and not even all of it is true.

10) how did you feel when you realized “oh of course i had to like “That Character”? Okay, so picture this. I'm 14ish. I've never had a fictional crush before in my life. I suddenly find myself thinking about Loki constantly after watching a TDW trailer. I always felt up until that point that fictional crushes were ridiculous/made no sense, so I was vastly confused and thought something was wrong with me cuz that wasn't me, I would never do something "illogical" like that! How can you have crushes on people you've never met?? And then cut to me a year later writing fanfiction about him and me ahdjsn. Dark... Dark's a weird one, cuz when I saw ADWM I was like "ah he is right up my alley" and even made a post joking that he was my "true love" now (which ironically was a whole week before my ex broke up with me), then proceeded to not really consider him in much of any f/o sense until Heist, in which case I was very excited that he appeared and I was like "ah. YES 👀" Any actual romantic f/o inklings didn't really come until later with rp that ended up happening bc I was not expecting to go that route in the beginning. I even remember saying or at least thinking that I viewed a different ego in more of a romantic sense than Dark at the time. Oh how the tables have turned lol and they turned really quickly, actually. ....Damien took me some time to get there, bc I was like "yeah he's the type of guy I'd probably be mostly likely to go for out of all the egos" and then one day like a year after that initial thought it hit me that oh, I actually do like him, whoops here we go again. 😳 I definitely was drawn towards him when WKM came out, but not in the same capacity as now. Nowhere near the same capacity as now, actually. Lemme hold his hand pls thx 🥺👉👈 

we don’t talk about the others ajsdjfkj with one i’m not entirely sure when, for another it was quite quickly, yanother one i think i have an idea as to when but it just kinda happened, last one i’m not even sure if the f/o category applies

(i lost the link for this one a while ago and trying to find ask games on my blog is a pain sometimes, so no link this time, sorry)

[beetsandskzreads]

silent bright summer night

bang chan x gn!reader, y/n works with skz and became their friend (the ultimate dream haha)

genre: tooth-rotening fluff, slight angst with a happy ending

notes/warnings: nothing intense, this is very fluffy, there's brief mentions of cheating, long distance, y/n's exes, fear of abandonment, slight insecurities, deep talks, reader and chan are slightly wine drunk, y/n and chan are whipped, y/n makes it explicit they want to date someone very warm and caring (aka chan), i don't think that's a warning tho djsjs just saying

scenario: on a balcony, at a beach apartment on a summer night of vacation, y/n opens up to chan about their past and current lovers. what y/n doesn't know is why chan is so interested listening to it.

It was 1:01 am when chan and I found ourselves in the balcony that overlooked the city and it's bright lights on a summer night. Skz had gone to sleep right after all of us came back from a night out of lots of fun, buying stuff on stores by the beach, having ice cream, seeing the view of the city lights reflecting on the sea water, appreciating street artists...

The two of us had been talking the whole evening, we hung out as a group but mostly just spoke to each other and laughed at the members jokes, both of us having a sparkle in our eye every time we saw the group happy. There was this unspoken pleasantness, a bliss, calmness in the air but with a lot of excitement. Chan was so happy to be around the sea with "the kids" as he refers to them and being at the beach almost 24/7 this week, it was like his natural habitat, his home, a comfort place. It left you feeling even softer for him, and as you shared your love for the sea, your feelings were at a peak. You liked Chan, and you loved this place as much as he did.

The night was so great, everyone was out like a lightweight as soon as we arrived to the vacation apartment we're in. Chan and I were testing the theory that a glass of wine would help us get drowsy and help us fall asleep as well, since we both have trouble falling asleep and felt nothing but a remaining excitement from the night out. It came to me especially because of the enthusiasm of talking to him, we were connecting so well, I didn't want this to ever end.

And so we drank (one glass quickly becoming the whole bottle) and we talked for what felt like hours on end, that neither of us wanted to cease.

- My ex best friend, she never quite knew how to choose guys, she always went for the ones that would never turn her way, the ones who obviously wouldn't care about her, not because of her, but because they were really careless guys, walking red flags. - I told him, I couldn't remember where exactly the conversation started but we were talking about nice people picking shitty people to date.

- What about you? - he asked

- Me? I barely even like guys, I mean I do, but I'm really picky actually, I don't allow myself to fall for cold people, I wouldn't forgive myself if I took interest in someone rude, I try so hard to take care of myself so I either stay alone that way or I find someone who makes me feel better, who knows how to take care of me, after all we chase happiness, I think a caring person could do that, someone gentle who isn't scared of emotions or who at least is open to face that fear with me by their side.

- I get it, it's hard to get by if you don't have emotional support, a partner should be able to provide that support, yeah. Did you ever... find someone like that?

- Yeah, in the past I did and even now I do know someone more than ideal... I guess my ex partners when I was young were going through a soft phase tho... I guess everyone has an emotional limit they were scared to cross... once I found that barrier the relationship stoped evolving, reached a dead end and so there was nothing left for me anymore and I left, plus, you know, cheating, long distance, a bunch of stuff really... it wasn't meant to be and I'm okay with that.

- What about that someone right now?

Silence ruled for about 3 seconds before I knew what to say. That someone right now is him. Ever since I've known him feels like he's the only man ever, but I don't think I'd tell him that, not soon anyways.

- What about 'em?

- What's that person like? What makes you trust they're any different from your exes?

- Sometimes I fear they're not, but I set the bar really high and I reset it constantly, to make sure I'm seeing it right, sometimes they seem so perfect to me that I wonder what good have i done in my past life to deserve to be around such a bright person. Of course they make mistakes too, but even the way they deal with them is so... mature, it's so easy to just solve things communicating, it's insane to me. Then I remember it's probably because they're eventually gonna leave me too, or just not reciprocate my feelings and after they break my heart I'll probably loose all hope in love, be heart broken for two years until I decide I'm gonna focus on myself again... it's a cycle after heartbreak, but with this person I'm really scared, because they mean more. I'm way too deep in before I've even expressed my feelings, it's gonna be devastating. - I'm rambling, the wine made me do it.

- What makes you think they wouldn't like you back tho?

- I'm not sure I just... it would be too good to be true and it's complicated... he's amazing and I'm just not sure if he'd be into me, I mean, I think I'm lovable and I think I'd be a great lover, I just don't know if I'm his type or if he'd consider me. We have a bit of an age gap, I'm not someone who's typically pretty or specially good looking, I have my charms but I have no idea if that's enough for him to be in love. It's complicated with each others work too... - I notice chan's gaze on me, he has his head leaned on his hand on the table and he's looking at me with bright eyes, eyes that look tired and a little drunk but somehow, he manages to look at me in a way that makes me feel adored, I don't know why you have to make me feel so much love, Bang Chan - Why are you looking at me like that?

- You have no idea how other people perceive you, do you? - he ignored your question, probably because of his drunk-ish drowsy state - Everyone I know likes you, see, you're a naturally kind and caring person, you're attentive to people's needs, you make sure everyone feels comfortable around you... that's so appreciated by everyone. I think you're exceptional y/n, you have this charismatic way of existing, a refreshing and comfy presence everyone can feel, but to me... it feels like home. You feel like home y/n. So... I have no idea who that person is but I sure as hell know they'd be more than lucky to have you as a partner and they're definitely dumb if they let you go.

- Are you dumb? - my heart's pounding quicker as I'm about to do something I didn't plan on doing ever.

- Huh? No, why w-

- Because that person is you... I like you, Chan. In a more-than-friends way - I interrupt him quickly before I lose my newly found courage.

Chan could've sworn his heart stopped for a few seconds. Suddenly sobriety hit him like a truck. It was the alcohol that made you say that, he thought, but he wished it was true and you didn't drink enough to be lying about this kind of stuff, you had a full on conversation and you seemed pretty sober.

- Y-y/n are you sober? - he tries to navigate through the situation.

- Oh my... yeah I am, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything, it just rolled out of my tongue. I'm sorry... - you said as you panicked and tried to go back inside, regret filling up all your organs.

"I messed up" your brain keeps repeating as desperation starts entering your body, until Chan grabbed your hand, stopping you from leaving.

- Wait! You don't need to apologize, I'm glad you told me... You didn't think I'd say all that about you if I didn't like you as well, did you? - he asks suggestively.

- I don't know - you blush as you realize what he's getting at - You're just so nice to everyone, I didn't make a big deal out of it.

- Well, you should've made it a big deal, the biggest deal actually because I've been trying really hard to show you how I feel these past few days and you were so clueless I thought you were purposefully ignoring the signs because you didn't like me back.

- I'm sorry Channie, I just didn't want to assume stuff and get heartbroken if it wasn't true.

-Well it is true, so you don't need to worry anymore. I really like you too, y/n. And I've wanted to say it for a while too, I was just wondering if it was a good idea since you work with us, but I can't contain my feelings anyways... you always treat me so softly and you look after the kids really well... It just feels like you were made to be by my side, you're the embodiment of the person I've always dreamed to be with, and these past few days with the kids and you... it just felt like we were the perfect family you know? I don't think I could be without you by my side anymore... - he stops, he's been staring at your eyes the whole time and now they're starting to water.

How could you not cry when he's saying the things you thought you'd only ever hear in dreams?

- Why are you crying sweetheart? - he whispered, as he wipes a tear with his thumb, the other hand holding your hand as he stands closer every second.

- It's just... I'm so... happy - you smile through your tears - I'm so happy to hear that, you said it in such a beautiful way too... I feel exactly the same, it's like I've gained a family with you guys but you... I've grown really attached to you, feels like some parts of you are tangled in my heart in ways I couldn't tear apart if I wanted to... I'm drawn to you and when I'm with you it's comfortable, blissful, it's right. You're so good to me, it's unbelievable, but it's true, and it warms my heart. - you say as your foreheads touch and your smile grows, his eyes showing so much adoration for you, you could melt.

Suddenly you share your first kiss together, a soft yet passionate mix of sensations, and it felt like everything you ever felt around Chan but better.

You stare into each other's eyes, smiling like the little lovely goofballs you both were, noses touching, ocasional little pecks filled with giggles because you were whipped for each other.

- So this means we're exclusive lovers now, yeah? - he asks with a blushing face, a very silent giggle and a huge, uncontrollable smile.

- Definitely, yeah - you answer biting your lip until eventually you let out the largest smile you ever had.

Needless to say, you didn't leave that balcony to go to sleep that evening. In fact, you two watched the sunrise kissing and cuddling, talking about the feelings you had for each other, when they started, why you liked each other, covered by a blanket, not wanting to let go of each other now that you were openly romantic.

Han found you both sound asleep, you on chan's lap, head on his neck as his arms wrapped around you gently, on a chair in the middle of the morning. He obviously called all the members to watch you two as they assumed you two finally got together. All of them saw it coming, Chan wouldn't shut up about you and had written what could be an entire album about you.

They were happy at least you'd be around more often to cook your delicious food. And you both blushed really hard once you woke up to lot's of teasing from the kids, it was fine tho, you liked it just like this, it was home.

[fabricated-misslieness]

pairing: chūya nakahara x lazy male reader

req: yes | wc: 1.87k | cw: nsfw, size difference, praise kink, biting, blood, dirty talk, belly bulging | minors dni

anon: Hi! I was hoping I could get a smut for chuuya if you could make it kinda of a part two from the other chuuya fic u have and if u can could u add a size kink and a praise kink if so thank you so much!

a/n: you thought the demon was a himbo, ha!

"You know these don't tend to last long." You send the man pushing you against the wall a wink, making sure he knows you're still top. Chūya chuckles in response.

"I'm prepared for that." Chūya gives you a smirk. You don't know it, but he doesn't mean it. He hopes it is only your sheer amount of power that attracts him to you, but he knows it's not true. He really isn't that keen on having this be a one time thing. He rather it be a long, loving relationship, keep it lasting for as long as he can; if he has to teach you commitment, he will.

You raise an eyebrow for a minute, judging his composure. "Mkay.. good. You need me to lift you, though? You're quite a way down."

Chūya huffs and rolls his eyes. With you, he's heard something along those lines about a million times. He can't control his height and he certainly can't control yours. Jeez, it's as if you were a giant. If you and him stood next to each other, he'd look like a child, not that he was that much taller than a child anyway.

"Oh shut up with that… but yes." As much as he didn't want to admit it, even though it was very clear, he couldn't kiss you from 'all the way down there'.

"Thought so." It's the shit eating grin on your face that makes him regret this. "Hold on to the horns will ya? You'll need the support."

"Doesn't bother ya?" Chūya asks, doing so anyway. They feel rather tough, like how he imagined crocodile scales to feel. Your wings, on the other hand, weren't as he'd imagined them to be. They felt like leather, despite the fact they looked like rubber. He couldn't fathom how hot they'd be in summer.

You shake your head, in turn moving his arms. "Nah. Anyway, what do you think about the fangs?" You momentarily open your mouth wider to show him. "Would you rather I don't bite you or I do?" They're not as sharp as say, a vampire or a werewolf, but they could definitely puncture.

"Maybe test them first?" You know, what he meant was that you bite his finger, or something, not his neck. It definitely stung, but it hadn't punctured. He was sure if you hadn't controlled your strength, he'd bleed. He hissed at the pain. Though it was nothing he couldn't handle, you'd taken him by surprise.

"My bad, precious." That was a new nickname. "What do you think? Did you like it? No judge if you're into it." The mention of a biting link made him think of some past lover with said kink. It sort of made him jealous.

"What if I find your sweet spot? Would that persuade you?" You bite his neck, finding the spot that made him moan. "Knew it. They're usually there." He hated the way you rubbed your past lovers in his face. In time, he'd make you forget. He was sure of that.

"Well?"

"Okay.."

"Would you look at that?" Chūya couldn't focus on anything right now, the pleasure, and pain, was too much. You would pester him for how long he took to adjust for sure. "I'm balls deep in you and I can actually see it." He hadn't registered that first part until now.

He looked down to see his stomach clearly bulging. He laughed at the sight of it. You were really a giant, in more ways than one. It was kind of.. hot though. The size difference was already turning him on, at this point it was a lot.

"Sexy." You remark, licking your lips. If it weren't for your dick, he would want that tongue in him.. again. "Can you even talk right now?"

Chūya chuckles, fixing you with a playful look before pulling you down by the horns. "Of course I can." He whispers in your ear.

"Good." You move the slightest bit, though to him it felt more than that, which urges a moan from his throat. "Although I'd like to see you try when I fuck you with no mercy."

Chūya is flustered to no end, but as the competitive guy he is, he can't just back down, even with your dick inside of him. "Is that what you say to everybody? 'Fuck you with no mercy'? How about 'fuck you 'till you're begging for hell?'"

You smirk, shaking your head to mess with his arms. His hands were surely indented with the pattern of your horns by now. "I'll keep that in mind."

"Are you ready now?" You were going to nag him about the time, just like he'd predicted. "You've been sitting on it for so long you could call it cockwarming. But maybe you're into that, haven't discussed the deets just yet."

"What can I do?" You laugh. "Your dick is big, you said so yourself."

"Then the details. What do you like?"

"P-Praise." He's a little nervous to admit it, what with the fact he acts like a tough cookie. He had to build up some courage for this moment.

You shift a bit as you think about it. All of a sudden, you start moving slowly. It's still quite a bit painful for Chūya, but your praise makes up for it. "You're doing good, baby." Your rough voice along with the way you grip his hips with your claws sends chills down his spine. "Just a bit more."

You chuckle, toying with the idea in your mind. You thrust a bit more, barely even containing yourself with how horny you are, before stopping to ask. "Like that?"

He had bitten his lips to keep his moans from coming out; he'd nearly drawn blood "Yeah, yeah, just like that." If his eyes weren't shut so tightly he'd be so much more flustered by the look you're giving him.

"Think you're ready yet?" The impatience was clear in your voice.

"Mm, yeah."

Your thrusts are slow at first, as a precaution. It was a wonder how you hadn't started going fast, though. You'd been in him for so long without moving that the impatience and anticipation were building up.

"You can go faster now." You smile, but you don't speed up, which confuses him. He was sure you wanted more, so why didn't you give him more?

"How much faster?" It's only now that he realizes it's a cheeky grin. 

Your sultry eyes seem to enchant him, making him unable to think properly; well, that and the thrusting. "I don't know."

"My terms, then." He doesn't like the sound of that. Luckily, you catch onto his uneasy look in time to reassure him, but your words don't do much. "Don't worry, you'll be just fine."

There's no warning after that. Your thrusts are quick and hard, just how you like them though only a little less than normal. After all, you'd gotten from, say, a 1 to a 7. Since when did you start calling your thrusts like a vibrator?

"You're doing good, baby!" He didn't know why, he did but he didn't know now, but he thought you'd sound more sarcastic.

His grip on your horns loosen and his arms feel weak. Just how vulnerable did you make him feel? He couldn't hold back from letting out a loud, high-pitched moan. It caused you to laugh, which he hated since he knew you were about to tease him. "High-pitched, just for me?"

He rolled his eyes at you, maybe a little bit because of pleasure, responding just as quick. "I mean you– oh! Holy shit!" He was interrupted by his own moans.

"What was that you were going to say?"

"Straying from– ah shit! Shit shit shit!" He repeated. That chuckle of yours made him realize you'd been hitting him hard on purpose to tease him. "Straying far from," He stops himself from moaning by biting his lips momentarily. "p-praise here."

You almost pout when he finishes his sentence, but you nod. "Right, sorry, precious~" You basically purr. “You’re taking my cock so well. Are you ready for more?”

“What?” You’d only just changed pace, so why would you- “Ah! Fuck me..” You hadn’t even given him time to answer, and you didn’t mean to either. This pace was the fastest, and roughest, Chūya had ever felt before, and god, did he love it. He could barely even form words, apart from curse words that were oh so familiar. The only thing that left his mouth were moans and he couldn’t even bite his lips.

“Mm, can’t talk anymore?” You weren’t really good at praise, were you? Well, it was new to you, since most of your lovers turned masochists at the sight of you. You didn’t make them, they just did. smug hoe

His arms, tired and a little sore, fall from your horns and grip your wings, which are wrapped around him. It causes you to hiss, but it’s a mere feeling in the back of your head from all the pleasure you’re getting. “Careful with those, darl.” You say with a chuckle. “You can’t break them in your state right now, but they still hurt.”

“S-Sorry.” He manages to say, continuing with moans afterward. They’re high pitched, most of them, as much as he tries to at least make them a little lower. 

“Oh? A word?” Your smirk is as much a nightmare as it is a dream. He wants to punch it off your face but also kiss it off your lips. “Right, right, praise. You take me in so well~” Chūya just barely manages a laugh.

“Ah, fuck!” Chūya shouts. He can feel himself getting closer and closer.

You smirk, moving to his neck, kissing and nipping. Your fangs sting his neck everytime you bite down, but you make sure to control yourself. Though sooner or later you’ll bite him and draw blood, it’s only inevitable.

“Go on, baby. Come loose for me, let me feel your seed on my abs.” You move to his ear, whispering and licking the lobe. 

Your words are what sends him over the edge of bliss. His seed spills all over the both of you, which is a turn on for sure; it moves with his constantly bulging belly. 

You close your eyes when you feel yourself coming closer. Instinctively, you move to his neck, giving him a harsh bite, which makes Chūya groan. You couldn’t control yourself from not biting him, even when his neck is already littered with other marks. Blood drips from the wound, two small holes.

It’s only when you go over the edge that you apologize. You move off of him, pulling him on top of you instead. He snuggles into your body, hissing in pain. “Sorry.” You move your wings to wipe the blood away.

“It’s fine… well, not really, but eh.”

You chuckle, keeping one wing on the wound and the other over the top of you. “I’ll make it up to you later.”

The promise of another time is reassuring, whether it be sexual or not, though he rather it be a date. He likes to know he has a little bit of a chance.

[nakachuchu]

Raspberry Cake | Kamo Noritoshi

SYNOPSIS: You flinch when he raises his hand.

WARNINGS: past abuse

READER: gender neutral

WORDS: 1014

WRITTEN: 04/06/2021

NOTES: Thank you for requesting from my event! The reader ended up being gn because there was no need to specify the gender. I also changed the prompt a bit so that they never argued, so I hope you still enjoy it. AND THANK YOU FOR SUPPORTING ME ILY. "Please don't leave me" + flinching

You had never been good in relationships. You weren't sure if it was your fault, whoever you were with at the moment, or because of your upbringing.

You fell in love quickly and always gave in to people you shouldn't have given into. You were starved for love that you couldn't tell the difference between real love and simple fun.

You had been played with emotionally by many people and you had begun to lose hope of ever finding someone who would truly love you.

But then you met Noritoshi. It wasn't love at first sight for either of you. You were a shy person who rarely talked to people, while he was more of an observer than a talker.

It took you a long time to warm up to the others, but especially him because of how little the two of you talked.

He had no need for a relationship because he never expected to fall in love in a world of sorcerers and curses. He expected his family to pick out a bride for him once he grew old enough to have children.

But then he fell in love. He didn't realize it until he found himself thinking about you each night while trying to fall asleep. Then, he started thinking.

‘When did that happen?’

He racked his brain for possible answers, searching through his memories of all the moments he shared with you until he finally realized it was when you were shoving raspberry cake into your mouth with a grin on your face.

He had never seen you emit such happiness before. Your happiness radiated off of you and onto him.

To others, it almost didn't make sense that the two of you started dating, but then once they thought about it, it did make sense.

The two of you were drawn to each other because of the similarities in silence and the way you two grew up.

Your childhood was quite different from his since you weren't raised in a family of sorcerers like he was, but it didn't mean that you didn't face hurdles.

Maybe the reason why you were so starved for love was because of your parents. They weren't good role models or parents, and you often lived your life in fear because of that.

You became scared of every tiny movement or sound they made in the confines of the small and cramped apartment they rented out.

But even though you hated them, you still mourned their deaths when you returned from your middle school on a Thursday evening to see them murdered in your living room.

You had mourned them because you realized that you were truly alone. You didn't have many friends because people thought you were odd or rude for never hanging out with them.

If only they knew that you had a curfew and if you missed that curfew, you'd have bruises and scratches on your body for weeks.

But how was Noritoshi supposed to know that? He was new to having a significant other, and while he wasn't a horrible person, he still wasn't sure what was okay or not okay to do in a relationship.

He simply raised his hand to brush away strands of his hair that were coming undone, despite having one of the servants do his hair this morning.

You flinched when he raised his hand and it didn't go unnoticed. He was an observer, after all, and even if most of his attention was on surveying the area around him for curses, he still noticed.

He turned to you and opened his mouth to question you, but instead found himself dumbstruck by the words that left your mouth.

"Please don't leave me."

The only sound was the wind. He was speechless for a moment, and that was something no one had been able to do to Noritoshi or see from him.

"Why would I?" he questioned.

You shrugged and looked away, fiddling with the hem of your uniform. "Everyone eventually does. I'd understand if you did."

"I don't know if you know this, Y/N—"

His tone of voice changed and it made you tense. He had never sounded so strict and angry with you before.

"—I'm not the type of person to leave someone I love. I promised myself to you, so I'm not leaving. I wish you'd have more faith in me."

"I—I do," you muttered.

"You don't," he said as he gently turned your face toward him. "But that's all right. We'll get there."

Your eyes watered until you began crying and sniffling. Noritoshi sighed as he wiped your tears away with his sleeves, making sure not to rub since it would hurt your sensitive skin.

"I'm sorry," you cried.

"There's nothing to be sorry about," he reassured.

He rubbed his thumbs on your cheeks as you began to calm down, sniffling softly. He still didn't know the exact reason as to why you flinched, but he could determine that something had happened to you in the past to make you react that way.

Most people flinched when someone raised their hand—it was natural to fear getting hit, even if it was playfully. But the fear in your eyes told him otherwise. He wouldn't bring it up because he didn't want to risk your safety for his curiosity.

"Let's get your favorite," he said.

"Raspberry cake?" you questioned.

"Yes. I'll buy you the whole cake."

"A slice is enough," you said.

"You deserve the whole cake."

You wanted to cry again because of how kind and loving he was, but you held it in because you didn't want to be any more of a baby or a bother.

"Are you gonna help me eat it?" you asked. "I wanna eat it with you."

He nodded and pinched your cheeks lightly to bring more color to it before sliding his hands off your face. He held out his hand to you and you held onto it as the two of you walked in the direction of the tiny bakery you loved so much.