#i don’t like that i used damsel in distress as a term though i would probably replace it with like. idk. love driven female characters

[zluty-spendlik]

WAKFU REDESIGN AND REWRITE SERIES – PART 1

Evangelyne

Evangelyne used to be my favorite character growing up, which kind of sucks since she’s one of the flattest characters considering how much screentime she has.

Even when I was a little kid and watched this show I found it annoying how she was constantly drooled over by the guys and these days its pretty obvious she’s a very stereotypical not-like-the-other-girls girl, created solely to be Percedal’s (the literal incarnation of the expected target audience) love interest.

SHE EVEN HAS THE WHOLE „I let my hair down and now am so much prettier“ ARC HAPPEN FRICKING TWICE IN THE SPAN OF. WHAT- 5 EPISODES???

Evangelyne is a misogynistic character on so many levels, the only Eva-centric episodes we get are either ones she needs saving in (like Vampyro or the pirate one), or when she has a love arc with Percedal (the whole Rubilaxia shtick, or the tree of Life episode).

Honestly the only bearable scenes where she shows up are those where she interacts with Amalia and even those get twisted into weird sexist tropes: Evangelyne critisizing Amalia for buying too much clothes, or overall cringing at Amalia’s „too girly“ behaviour.

Even when they have a touching conversation after freeing Amalia’s father from the Tree of Life, Amalia immediatelly brings up Percedal and fails the Bechdel test.

I won’t even touch the Cleophée (or Cleome in english) trainwreck  the writers pulled in season 2 or the whole pregnant-damsel-in-distress thing she had going on in season 3- I didn’t watch season 3 and 4 mostly because I got so mad after the misogyny happening in the first episode and I didnt want to ruin my already fragile excitement over the series.

But don’t get me wrong – Even tho Wakfu has a lot of potential for growth, I still love the series dearly, and would love to give the characters justice. It is important to note that I am not a professional writer and Im mostly doing this for my own indulgence, so please feel free to throw constructive critisism towards me.

Character rewrite

We don’t know much about Evangelyne’s backstory, or rather her story before she meets Amalia – And in my head as a kid, I always assumed she was an orphaned kid basically living on the street with Cleophée, until someone (presumably Armand, since he has a long-term crush on her and Amalia hated her at first) took pity on her and took her to the palace (once I figure out Cleophées design Ill explain what happens with her).

Fast forward a couple years, Eva is officially Amalia’s bodyguard, yadayadayada.

Important thing is, that this shapes Evangelyne’s personality and self-perception –

I have divided my potential Eva Arc into 3.5 Categories:

Self-protection and perservation

Eva knows how dangerous the world can be (streets) and how serious her job is, but she’s only seventeen. She takes her job way too seriously, in the sense that she doesnt trust anybody they meet (which is especially shown when they meet the Tofu gang). She doesn’t want anyone but Amalia close and deep down, she’s scared of other people.

She is horrible at teamwork, which only frustrates her and everyone around her. She fails to see the affection Amalia has for her, because her entire self is just a bodyguard.

She doesn’t know who she is without that.

Depression

Dally’s sacrifce absolutely traumatizes Eva, both in the canon and my version. It doesnt need to be seen as romantic tho (we’ll get to that). On top of that AMALIA BRIEFLY DIES AND COMES BACK. Can you HEAR Evangelyne’s entire purpose crumbling down?

In her head, two people just died because of her.

Besides, Percedal sacrifices himself because he cares for her. Not as a „coworker“ or a teammate, but as a friend and Evangelyne cannot fathom that sort of service and relationship.

And even though she failed, her friends are there to support her.  Eva learns compassion.

Self-destruction

However, she now feels she has to „make up“ for her lack of compassion and her failings as a bodyguard. Long story short, she completely flips to the other extreme, basically throwing herself in any sort of danger to protect her friends  (hence when she hears Dally, she immediatelly goes to Rubilaxia). In the show this is less extreme but portrayed as her real and true personality: more reckless and adventureous – but i think the writers just wanted Eva to finally have something in common with Dally (which, btw, uncool), but I’d like this to be portrayed as a bad thing.

Eva fails to see that she’s hurting herself and fails to recognize herself as a person rather than basically a human shield. This arc climaxes in the Cleophée episode and Eva learns that compassion is not transactional, or something to be earned.

Her true self

Evangelyne's final form! We dont know much about Eva's hobbies other than her job and fighting skills, HOWEVER Dally mentions Eva taught him tracking at one point and tbh Evangelyne being a ranger or just studying nature fits her pretty well imo! She is also canonically artistic (as confirmed by the journal she keeps).

I take issue with Evangelyne always being seen as the “mom of the group”. Yes, she's smart and responsible and caring, but that's her job, she's an older sister, less of a mother figure and more of an equal to the others in the gang.

Design

In s1, Id like her to wear a lot of armour with chainmail directly on her skin (haha get it because trust issues), and with a mostly green colour palette, cause, Sadida kingdom yk.

In her s2 look, she throws away most of her armour and self perservation instincts and since her personality completely flips, so does her colour palette - red! The first aid kit is gone and she wears an ascot now (a torn bit from Dally's cape lol).

And finally, i made her a furry I gave her some gadget shoes from Cleophée, helping her move faster, I put some of the armour back and made her hair longer. Her colour palette now consists not only green, but also the "Yugo blue", which i plan on incorporating in everyone's final design :D

AND FINALLY, AN ART DUMP

[azure-firecracker]

ATLA Live Action Stream of Consciousness (Episode 1, Part 3).

How does Gran Gran know all of this (how does she know that Aang is the avatar?)

I AM SORRY ANIMATED KATARA WOULD NOT GO HIDE BECAUSE SOKKA TOLD HER TO! Yeah character reinterpretation is a thing but no.

Okay Katara’s monologue to Sokka I see her character there she is! And confirmed the problem was the directing because Kiawentiio acted the hell out of that. Now do more of it! I have also seen her energy in interviews and I know she can bring the power if they just…let her.

“Lord of snow and ice” lmao

Zuko continues to be a reckless idiot that’s good (don’t fall for it-proceeds to fall for it)

I wonder if the substitution of “glory” for “honor” has any deeper connotations because those words don’t mean the same thing.

I know the Water Tribe being SO unprepared for war was a key point in the original but I did like the moment with the village kids I thought it was sweet.

Okay Zuko is the one instance so far where I liked someone saying “burn it all down” because I’ve seen all the comments about him being soft and this reminded me that no, he’s still a bad guy for now.

Who told Kiawentiio to stop moving the second Ian Ousley touched her? That struggle (when she’s trying to stop Aang from turning himself in) doesn’t look realistic at all I’ve seen better stage directions in my high school theater productions. Somebody hire new directors.

I know the Aang and Iroh scene is fanservice and I don’t care.

This Iroh is more overtly conflict averse and I like that we may be exploring that some more. I love Iroh but I’m also glad for the chance to get to see some of his flaws.

The transition onto the Water Siblings flying on Appa was awesome and very reminiscent of the cartoon. I don’t personally need this to resemble the cartoon too much in terms of energy because I can tell it’s so different, but those moments are nice.

God Zuko’s room looks like an emo theater kid’s room too.

He has a fucking detective wall it’s my murder mystery fanfic! Wish fulfillment! (Also self plug here’s the only fanfic I’ve ever finished I’m fond of it and you should check it out).

There’s some good old Zuko yelling.

Katara waterbending moment! Nice!

How are there 15 minutes left in the episode?

They’re fitting…another episode in here? Okay.

I’ve seen people say that it doesn’t make sense to have Aang go into the Avatar State when he sees Gyatso’s skeleton since he already knew about the genocide. I think it passes since seeing something is different than hearing about it. I do, however, think that we didn’t need to see the genocide, have Gran Gran tell Aang about the genocide, and see Aang react to Gyatso’s skeleton. One of those (probably the middle one) could have easily been removed to make time for some more character moments or something.

I miss Katara pulling Aang out of the Avatar state. The vision is nice but having it be Katara emphasized the power of friendship and family which they literally did…so why couldn’t they do it in a way that made Katara more useful? Because book 1 Katara already veers in the damsel in distress direction (ish-more so than in later books) without them taking away when she does important things. I did love the Katara/Aang hug though.

THE TRANSITION TO ZUKO WHEN AANG WAS LIKE “THIS WAS MY HOME AND NOW IT’S GONE” NARRATIVE FOILS MY BELOVED!

[sakura-code]

Dual-Sword AU

So I have the feeling Yomi will want to become a perfect humonculuds like Makoto. So he might be looking for the source of the first humonculus believing it will give him perfect immortality. I just thought it would be interesting and I like making Yuma a damsel in distress

Ooh, that’s a good point! Yomi would feel jealous and infuriated that he is still mortal by mind since when he comes back to life, he wouldn’t be sure if his mind would still be intact or not (and it wouldn’t be a lot still). Plus it would risk him relying on the Unified Government to get his consciousness back, only to be made into one of their immortal soldiers under their service. So him wanting to know more about how the UG created the first perfect immortal Homunculus (Makoto) so he could truly be immortal as well does makes sense.

Course, he would try to look for Makoto himself on his own powers and terms because he knows the UG would say no. I mean, giving a clearly mentally unstable man the power of perfect immortality? Even if they view the Homunculi as human beings, they would not do that. So Yomi would have his outside resources to go hunt down in capturing Makoto for himself (yippee, more parties for Makoto to run from).

I do see where your head is in making Yuma a damsel in distress. The scenario I can imagine is that Yomi figures out one of the detective-in-training is actually his arch-rival back in Kanai Ward working with the World Detective Organization, and after learning or watching how close Makoto is with his ‘brother,’ he would use Yuma as bait and get Makoto to surrender to Yomi’s hands and not risk leaving (though he might have to take care of a few detectives as well since they would go to rescue him as well). Though I won’t lie, that sounds a little too similar to the idea I could use for the Death Detective AU (Yomi tricking one of his enemies to surrender by a form of blackmail). I will play with the idea though because it is very possible and in-character for that to happen, and I also like Protective Nocturnal Detective Family coming to the rescue. Plus, I think Makoto might be more a damsel-in-distress in this AU considering how many parties are after Makoto (don’t worry, Yuma will have his moment to be a damsel-in-distress too🤭).

[clementines-writing-corner]

trope talk

Hello friends!

As I stated in last week’s post, I will not be posting anything too grandiose today, as I have been focusing on my original story for NaNoWriMo and do not want to get burnt out. So, I decided that, much like last week, I would put another in-class assignment to use and give you a short listicle about my favorite inter-character relationship tropes! I hope you enjoy! ᕱ__ᕱ 

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6 of the best fiction tropes for inter-character relationships

(in my opinion)

By Clem

Any writer worth their salt these days knows what a trope is. And no, I’m not talking about the traditional definition of a trope, i.e. synonymous with figurative language, though it is indeed important to know that meaning as well. I’m instead speaking of the more recent, broader definition of a trope. As writer Dave Chesson puts it in an article all about tropes on his website kindlepreneur.com, “a trope is a plot structure, theme, storyline, character trait, motif, or plot device that is commonly used in storytelling.” 

It’s these types of tropes that you can find on one of my favorite websites tvtropes.org. Tropes have become such a pop culture, as well as fan culture, phenomenon in the past few years that even those who have never heard the term “trope” before can recognize some of the common ones: the damsel in distress, the chosen one, a friends to lovers romance, a tragic backstory. In fact, some tropes have become so popular that they are deciding factors in whether or not people consume a piece of media. I know this is often the case for me, and in the following list I have provided 6 of my favorite tropes about inter-character relationships that I just can’t get enough of.

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Found Family

Not all tropes about relationships have to be romantic in nature! In fact, a good portion of the tropes on this list are more platonic or familial, and found family is one of them. One of my favorite tropes of all time, found family refers to when a group of individuals, usually a group of misfits or outcasts, come together and form a close platonic, near familial, bond with each other. As many characters in a found family situation don’t have good or close biological families (or any family at all), they become each other’s family.

The Six of Crows/Crooked Kingdom duology by Leigh Bardugo includes an excellent example of the found family trope. The six main characters of the books, some of which are pictured above, are a ragtag group of criminals, each with tragic pasts. Eventually they come together and learn to love and care about one another as they pull off an impossible heist. The found family dynamic between them adds a softness to each character that helps smooth their rough edges. This makes them feel more human and their story all the more captivating.

Golden Retriever & Black Cat

A yes, the good old black cat/golden retriever relationship dynamic. Only given this name in recent years, this character dynamic is much older. Simply put, this trope refers to a relationship, whether romantic or platonic (or even familial), between one character who is very excitable, sweet, and happy (the golden retriever) and one character who is cool, often rude, and grumpy (the black cat). The conflicting personality types is what makes this relationship trope compelling. As they say, opposites attract!

The example I have chosen here is Enid Sinclair and Wednesday Addams from the new Netflix adaptation of The Addams Family, a show entitled Wednesday. Enid and Wednesday are roommates at a boarding school in the show and could not be more different: Enid a bubbly, optimistic werewolf (talk about a golden retriever!) obsessed with pastels and Wednesday a deadpan, pessimistic psychic allergic to color. However, throughout the show they eventually become close friends. It is intriguing to watch this golden retriever/black cat duo interact and try to solve the mysteries that crop up in the show, as their personalities and perspectives on the world couldn’t be more different.

Enemies to Lovers (or at least Rivals to Lovers)

The enemies to lovers trope is the first specifically romantic trope in this list (though there is a parallel trope used for platonic relationships called enemies to friends). This trope, as the name suggests, involves two characters whose relationship with each other develops from enemies to romantic partners. While some may call this trope toxic, and I admit, I can see how it could be written that way, it’s personally one of my favorite tropes when done correctly. This is especially so when between a male and female character. I typically read fantasy or action/adventure novels, genres in which female characters’ skills (particularly in combat) are often looked down upon or patronized by the male characters who are interested in them. However, if an action novel has a well written enemies to lovers side plot, I know I can be sure that at all points in their relationship, a female character’s love interest is taking her seriously.

One of my all time favorite examples of enemies to lovers, albeit in its lesser form rivals to lovers (which is saved for media that does not have characters trying to kill each other), is from the classic romance novel Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth Bennet start out loathing each other, but eventually, through various family dramas, learn to understand and respect each other, and in the process, fall in love.

Girl Boss x House Husband

Technically, this trope is actually titled “girl boss x male wife,” but I prefer the term “house husband” as I have seen the phrase “male wife” used with degrading connotations as well, and that is far from what I am trying to convey. This is another relationship trope most often used for romantic couples, however I believe it can be translated to platonic or familial relationships as well (with some finagling). Whatever the context, this trope contains a strong, independent female character and a male partner who cares for her and holds her stuff when she needs to go beat some sense into someone. As a reversal of the typical gender roles where the male is assertive and protective and the female is the caring and supportive, this trope provides a breath of fresh air and an interesting dynamic to explore.

A great example of the girl boss x house husband trope is Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase from Rick Riordan’s Greek mythology books. Percy is definitely a powerhouse character in his own right, but is 100% willing to step back and let Annabeth take the reins in their relationship while making sure she's taking care of herself in the process.

Naive Hero & Mentor Figure 

The mentor figure trope is basically what it says on the tin: a naive character, typically the main character, is taken under the wing of an older and wiser mentor. Oftentimes, the mentor figure fills a familial void in the naive hero’s life. If you’re lucky, the mentor figure survives. If you’re not, then, in the words of Golda Rosheuvel as Queen Charlotte, “sorrows, sorrows, prayers.” This trope is a great way of giving the character, and the audience, the background information they need to know while showcasing the main character’s development. 

Often, this trope appears in superhero fiction, such as one of my favorite examples for this trope, IronDad and SpiderSon Tony Stark aka Ironman, and Peter Parker aka Spiderman from the Marvel Cinematic Universe. Tony recognizes the raw talent that Peter has, as both a superhero and a tech genius, and does his best to guide him, by protecting him and steering him away from the same mistakes Tony himself made in the past. It will forever be a crime that we didn’t get to see their relationship develop further before… you know… “Sorrows, sorrows, prayers.” 

Bros before Hoes

While it does have a bit of a vulgar name, this trope is actually one of the sweetest on this list. Usually, at least one of the characters in friend groups with this relationship dynamic is involved in a romantic relationship outside their group, and at some point will have to choose between their friends and their lover. When this relationship dynamic comes into play, characters will always choose their friends. 

Unless, of course, their friends are wrong. My favorite example of this dynamic comes from The School for Good and Evil series by Soman Chainani. The two main characters are the best of friends. While throughout the series they have their fair share of disagreements (if that's what you call it when your best friend keeps falling in love with men who try to kill you and your boyfriend), they ultimately pull through and choose each other over boys, proving that romantic love is not the only love that can vanquish evil. Though not every story with a Bros before Hoes dynamic is full of life-and-death decisions, this relationship trope provides a sweet nod to platonic love in any story.

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So, the next time you sit down to write media, or consume it, pay attention to the tropes you may include or notice. Do they make the media better? More compelling? Or do they take away from the main message or storyline? (For some reason writers love to include love triangles. I abhor love triangles thrown into media just for kicks). For all you writers out there, maybe consider including one of the tropes listed above. If you do, send me a link! Like I said, I just can’t get enough!

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So... do y’all like any of these tropes?? Do you hate them? Please do let me know, I’d love to hear it! And if this post was not your cup of tea, I apologize, but don’t worry, we should be back to our regularly scheduled programming in another 2 weeks! ᕱ__ᕱ Good luck to those of you also participating in NaNoWriMo!! 

And just remember, dot your j’s and cross your t’s! 

~Clementine J. Quincey 🪷

[missingn000]

HI IT’S ME AGAIN

Anyway!! to continue from my comment:

i have a huge weakness for descriptive writing and you nail (pun possibly intended, you’re welcome) it every single time with your delightful use of figurative language. something in particular that i found really interesting was the diction of injury in association with tokyo tower - it’s undoubtedly a sight nobara’s dreamt of seeing her whole life, but higuruma’s perception of the very same view is, by comparison, jarringly bleak.

okay wait i’m sorry for rambling about one (1) minute detail about what was probably meant to be a character study 💀 i love love LOVED the contrast between nobara’s hellbent insistence on self agency and yuuta’s hesitation to disobey getou’s will!! both of them want to be loved, which is of course normal for children (especially ones as criminally neglected as they are), but where yuuta embraces being saved, nobara is looking for something slightly… different. she’s never been a damsel in distress and never will be; instead she seeks “to be loved so much” that she’s “something to fight for.” absolutely banger line btw, it hit me right in the feels. IRONICALLY THOUGH higuruma has already done that!!! and intends to continue to do so!!! bc every interaction is a fight of some sort to win her approval! hell, their very first one was higuruma deciding that going against geto was worth it if it meant nobara lives to see another day, sooo……

“That’s none of your business” being the comeback Nobara defaults to is very intriguing considering… well… what the sheriff from her village said in response to Higuruma’s probing- “That’s our business.” seems like the village rubbed off on her a bit, huh. not to mention it feeds into her unyielding independence too: “it’s none of your business” -> “i can handle this on my own” -> proving both to herself and an invisible entity that she’s worth loving, goddammit

ok omg one last thing. dyou think the reason behind nobara’s decisiveness is the lack of stability (for the lack of a better term) in her life?? making her own decisions was the only way she could ever gain a modicum of control over her surroundings and that’s why she confuses support (which she never had to begin with, and would therefore be unable to recognise) for people trying to wrest her agency from her, which she would of course resist

I do apologise if literally none of this is correct because I don’t. actually know a lot abt Nobara and Higuruma’s characters or paid attention to them in canon until you worked your magic as usual LOL

Thanks for reading & have a good day!!

HI OH MY GOD I LOVE YOUR ANALYSES?? no need to apologize, they're right on the nose! with regards to yuuta and nobara, i really wanted to highlight the stark contrast between how they view getou and higuruma, respectively. to others in random chats, i've described it like this: nobara doesn't want to listen to anything her father figure says, while yuuta has a hard time doing anything but.

while yuuta and nobara were both shunned by others, they had completely different responses to it. nobara fought back against the villagers' judgmental words and isolated herself willingly, while yuuta is a people pleaser who just wants to be given love, no matter who it's from. and ahh you're right, higuruma is fighting for nobara -- she just can't see it, and he barely even realizes it himself. these two have such a long way to go

it's cool that you caught nobara's "that's none of your business" vs the sherrif's "that's our business" because it was totally intentional :D i think nobara's decisiveness does stem from a lack of stability, and a lack of overall control of her circumstances. since she's a child, she couldn't choose to just leave the village or take care of herself, so she clung to the little agency she did have and made snap decisions with little forethought, because too much rumination could lead to choices being made for her, which was not an option to her.

also you're making me ;__; i'm so honored reading my work has made you interested in these characters!! hyper-analyzing them made me more attached to them too lol

[tineteenieworld3]

Mike may have terrible aim and not know how to fight, but we’re all lying to ourselves if we believe he wouldn’t be front and center ready to throw hands with whatever object he was able to grab. That boy is the embodiment of ‘I’m gonna lose, but I’m not going down without trying to fight.’ And I love him for that.

So yes, I do believe he’d have a sword. Would he do well with it? Eh hard to say, but that fucker isn’t gonna just NOT TRY.

I think Mike was so kinda pushed off in season 4 that we’ve forgotten about his actual character and kind of labeled him just as this loser goofball. Which is okay! Ain’t nothing wrong with having fun with characters, but I think we also forget what he’s actually like and who he is in the story. (Not that he’s not a loser goofball, but that’s a very small characteristic he has in the storyline) I always use that interview where Finn Wolfhard says that Mike is an intense guy, cause that’s very true.

I said this yesterday, but Mike is their leader. He’s not weak, he doesn’t need protection, he’s not a baby calf that can’t take care of himself. He’s actually the least like that out of every younger character. He’s very independent and has this vibe of ‘it’s fine I’ll take care of it, don’t worry I’ll take care of it everything is okay’ and takes on a lot of weight that we’re shown so little of.

I think his relationship with El has really overshadowed his true character because of the power she holds. She and Mike are extremely similar in a way that clashes a lot. Mike is a protector and so is El, she doesn’t really have the choice though. So we see this insecurity in Mike with her for a multitude of reasons, but I believe a big on is that he feels like a damsel in distress and useless to her. She doesn’t trust him with personal stuff, she doesn’t want to try and relate to him, she doesn’t need him to protect her.

So sometimes I think we say that El came in and took Will’s place in the group (she didn’t actually take anyone’s place she’s part of the group and she’s just her, but this is for research purposes) k think she actually took Mike’s. El might have ‘replace’ Will at Mike’s side (not really but ya know) but overall in the group, El became this person they all look up to and rely on. You can even see that when Steve keeps mentioning her in season 4. She became this leader because of the power she has.

Mike’s spot as the leader was taken over a little bit. Of course that’s an extremely broad statement and there’s alot more to it, but in general everyone looks to El now and that’s probably a whole new reason why Mike doesn’t feel needed. Dialogue from characters is almost always extremely vague. So when Mike is talking to Will in the van, we see him really spill his thoughts, but I don’t think he was just talking about El.

He’s afraid she doesn’t need him anymore yeah, but maybe, he’s not just talking about her. Idk it’s possible that he’s felt unneeded by everyone since things happened.

Anyways I’m just thinking aloud and this is all over the place. Mike is one of my favorite characters because of how complex he is and I think that can make people uncomfortable sometimes so we narrow him down to very stereotypical terms and stuff.

A lot can be said with how his relationship with El has caused his real character to get overshadowed, but I’m excited for season 5 because it’ll remind us of who he is.

The Mike that literally had no fear going into the woods and hatching plans to find Will.

The Mike that jumped off a cliff to save his friend’s teeth

The Mike that tried to use a candlestick as protection because he doesn’t like being empty handed

The Mike that tried to warn everyone that they were about to be attacked in the hospital and was trying to run right into where the danger was coming from

The Mike that hatched the plan to go into the upside and burn it

The Mike that tried to square up with Billy without hesitation

He is and always will be their leader, he’s just been shoved into a corner because he feels like he doesn’t fit. They need him and he’s going to be essential in season 5.

I rambled so much I’m sorry, Mike is my boy

[jellalism]

Dark Schneider x Reader fic: I can be a woman for you (Erotica)

Dark Schneider rescues a damsel in distress, hoping to have sex with her. To his surprise, the person he rescued is not a damsel in the strict sense of the term. But it’s close enough to a damsel for him to stick his cock in.

Word count: 5252 words

Genre: Erotica

Characterization: Dark Schneider is a dominant top. Reader is a submissive bottom. Reader has a penis. Reader is "not a man like most people imagine one"; implied non-binary.

Content warnings: Domination/submission, verbal degradation, biting

Notes: Reader has cleaned their behind beforehand; I couldn’t be bothered letting them bathe in the story itself. There are some feminine-gendered terms used for the reader: princess, (good) girl, cunt, bitch.

Read below or on AO3.

You barely know what is happening. One moment, you’re staring at the gaping jaws of a huge wolf-like monster, certain you’re going to die; the next, you’re in the arms of a muscular, white-haired man. The violent creature is now burning brightly, disintegrating into ashes. “No one attacks a lady while the handsome magician Dark Schneider is around.” The man gazes at the fire. It burns hot; hot enough to cremate the carcass.

You take a few moments to get your bearings. You’re being bridal carried by the person who appears to be your savior, having the power to annihilate a monster in the blink of an eye. His face is quite beautiful. He has a superb jawline, highlighted by the glow of the fire. He turns his gaze towards you. “Are you alright?” Then his face is scrunched up in surprise. “Wait. Not a lady, perhaps?” He seems a little disappointed. “Dammit, I really thought… Man, can’t you just be a woman for a little while?” He brings his mouth to your ear and whispers: “I promise I’ll make you feel good.”

You flush bright red and are left completely speechless. He doesn’t let up, though. He softly bites your ear.

“So? How about it?” He leans back again, so he can look you in the face. “You’re all red. I bet you really liked that, huh?” He grins seductively.

“I–” you begin, but it’s hard to speak. What is this situation?! One moment you’re within inches of death, the next you’re being courted by an—admittedly handsome—man mistaking you for a woman.

Dark sighs and lets you down. He seems to have read your surprise and confusion as rejection. “Fine. Not every man wants to get fucked in the ass. Not even by my amazing cock. I get it.” He turns around and starts to walk away.

“Wait!” You quickly grab his hand. It’s bigger than yours. As everything about him is—he’s almost two meters tall and incredibly muscular. He turns around again and looks at you. “It’s not that I don’t want to. I was just flustered. In fact, I would…” You gather your courage before speaking candidly. “I would love to feel your cock in me.” You smile shyly. “I’m not a man like most people imagine one. I can be a woman for you, if you want me to be.”

At your honest confession, a satisfied smile appears on Dark’s face. And you notice something twitch under his clothes, at the groin. Is that his…? If so, it is definitely very big. You swallow in apprehension.

“Alright then!” Since you were already holding hands, he pulls you close with one quick movement. His other hand moves around you. He grabs your behind and lifts you up again with one arm, with ease that makes it seem as if you don’t weigh anything. It elicits a gasp from you. Your head is at the perfect height to rest it on one of his broad shoulders. He brings his mouth close to your ear. “Time to get to my place. I promise you won’t regret having sex with the amazing Dark Schneider.”

You chuckle softly. “You do realize that by praising yourself, you’ve got a lot more to live up to? But…” You remember the situation you were just in. If he hadn’t been there, you’d have been dead. You were completely helpless in a situation that he solved in a fraction of a second. “I will admit you are pretty amazing, from what I’ve seen so far,” you finish softly. You wrap your arms around his torso. He still has one hand on your ass, using it to carry you while he walks quickly. His other arm wraps around your body, pulling you closer, pressing your face to his pecs. He smells just a tiny bit like sweat, though it’s muffled by other odors. There is a definite piney smell to him.

“Oh princess, you haven’t seen nothing yet.” He grins. “I will make sure that, by the end of the night, you’ll adore me as if I were a god.” He moves his wrist a little so it grinds against your genitals. You inhale sharply. He grins again. “You won’t be able to walk when I’m done with you. But you’ll thank me for it.” He squeezes your ass.

He walks quickly, and his place is nearby, so you arrive in a matter of minutes. It’s a big, stone house, reminiscent of a fortress. It has even got battlements. You can’t help but wonder what kind of life this man lives.

“Impressed?” He looks down upon you, full of confidence. “You should be.” He kicks open the door and carries you inside. Then he closes the door behind him with another kick and carries you upstairs, into a luxurious bedroom. He throws you down on the large bed. It’s very comfortable: the mattress is neither too soft nor too hard. The blankets are a beautiful dark carmine color. You reach out your hand; it’s soft and pleasant to the touch. Moreover, the room is charmingly decorated. There is a light gray carpet and romantic lighting provided by various candles. The walls are decorated with paintings of landscapes. Not too much, but enough to make the room feel pleasantly lived in. Clearly, no expense has been spared when it comes to this chamber.

You turn your eyes back to Dark, and find that he has already removed his shirt. His torso does not disappoint. He is ripped. While you stare at him in silence, he looks down at you half lying on the bed, precisely as you landed when he threw you. “You better enjoy the view. We’ll be here for a while.” His voice sounds almost threatening.

He steps towards you, towering over you. His pecs become even more pronounced as you have to raise your head to face him. “What’s your name?”

You give him your name.

“Well then, y/n. I’m going to make you scream with pleasure.” He bends forward, leaning a knee on the bed. His face approaches yours and you suddenly feel a hand at the base of your neck, keeping you in place while he presses his lips on yours. His kiss is rough, fueled by lust. His tongue enters your mouth, fighting for dominance—and winning it, too. You feel your inhibitions loosen as you surrender to his touch. His hand slides under your shirt as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. He lingers to play around with your nipple for a bit. Then he pinches it. Your face contorts and he ends the kiss to look at you sadistically. “What’s pleasure without a little pain?” He pinches it again, looking at your face with arrogant satisfaction.

“God, Dark,” you moan. He bends down a little more, placing kisses in your neck. His torso now hangs closely over yours, almost touching it. His body emanates heat; you can’t help but desire him to be closer still. The smell of his sweat has gotten a little stronger now, but it’s not overpowering. You lift your arms and grab hold of his broad shoulders. Subconsciously, you try to pull him closer.

He lifts his head from where it was buried in your neck, and the hand that was on your nipple now moves to grab your chin. “Look at me,” Dark commands as he holds your chin, pressing your head into the pillow. His long, white hair cascades down his shoulders, resting beside you. “I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’ll never want anyone else’s cock ever again. You’re gonna be my cocksleeve, and you’re going to love it. Got it?” He looks you straight in the eye with confidence that seems out of this world.

“Y-yes,” you manage to croak. Speaking is complicated not just by the way he holds you, but also by the arousing fear that he instills in you. Part of you dreads what’s to come—if he speaks the truth, you won’t be the same after he’s done with you.

“That’s ‘Yes Master’, cocksleeve.” His knee presses down in your groin painfully, making you cry out.

“Yes Master,” you gasp, and he lifts his knee.

“Good girl,” he says with an arrogant grin on his face. “Now let’s get this party started properly.” One of his hands creeps under your shirt again. He pinches one of your nipples, but doesn’t linger this time. “Lift your arms.” As soon as you obey, he roughly lifts your shirt over your head and tosses it aside. Then he sits back. You are lying on your back, while he kneels with his knees at both of your sides, at the height of your thighs. His impressive abdominals and pectorals are on full display for you, towering over you again. He licks his lips. “Now that’s a nice body you have. I’m glad I brought you home. Perhaps I won’t let you go after this.” A hint of excitement must have crossed your face, because Dark capitalizes on it. “Oh, yes, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Becoming my personal slut, for me to use whenever I want.” He grabs your groin and plays around with your balls through the cloth. “You’d like being dominated by me, right?” You nod nervously. “Well, I’m gonna give you what you fucking want.”

With those words, he grabs your trousers and pulls them down roughly, your underwear going with them. He slides off the bed to get them off properly. He pushes a pillow under your lower back. Then he lifts up your legs and lays them over his shoulders as he gets back on the bed. Your bottom is now completely exposed, and his hand creeps towards it. He grabs your ass, and squeezes it hard. It hurts a little, but it only turns you on further. Your already rock-hard cock twitches. “As I expected, you like feeling some pain with your pleasure. Fucking slut. I love it.” He removes his hand again and takes up a tube from the nightstand. “Lube,” he explains. “It’s impossible without it.” He puts a good amount on his fingers. Then his hand moves to your ass again. He flashes a wicked grin as his finger teases the rim of your asshole. “Gonna have to prepare you real good. My cock is pretty big, you know? But I’ll make sure that it fits.”

You glance at his groin. The bulge you saw earlier has only gotten bigger. Is that ever going to fit?!

Dark seems to read your mind. “Believe me, it’s going to fit. As long as I arouse you enough, your hole will welcome me.” At that moment, the tip of his finger enters your hole. A lewd sound escapes you. “Oh, now that’s what I like to hear. I’m gonna make sure you’ll moan much, much more like that. Until I’m satisfied. And believe me, that takes a while.” He sticks his finger in a little deeper and softly touches your prostate. Again, you involuntarily make a noise. “I love the way you are opening up to me. You’re such a good girl for me. I’ll give you a reward. I’ll keep massaging that sweet spot in you. How’s that sound?” And he immediately delivers, continuing to rub your prostate.

“Aahh, Dark!” Where your previous noises were subdued, you can’t hold in your moans anymore.

“That’s it, baby. It’s okay to make all the noise you like. In fact, once I enter you, there’s no stopping it. So you better get used to making all kinds of sounds you’ve never made before.” He moves his finger around a little, rubbing against your walls and the rim of your hole.

“Guess what?” He looks down at you, carefully, as if he wants to see every expression you make. Then, you suddenly feel him push in a second finger.

You moan in a high-pitched voice as your eyes stray upward for a bit, completely overtaken by the intense sensation.

“God, that really made you sound like a girl.” When you look back at Dark, he has his signature grin on his face. “You just made me harder still.” He grabs your hand and guides it to the bulge in his pants. It’s rock-hard, and as you touch it, it twitches. “Feel that? You turn me on so fucking much. I’m gonna have so much fun fucking you all night long.” His two fingers move in and out of your hole at a steady pace.

“Mmm… Feels so good,” you pant. It’s hard to breathe normally as the sensations wash over you.

Suddenly, he plunges in deeper. You breathe in sharply. The way his fingers move around in your ass is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. He moves his digits apart, scissoring your hole. “Feeling good, huh? In a little while, my cock is going to go even deeper than this. And it’s thicker, too.” He removes his fingers from your ass. It feels like it’s gaping. “It’s not over yet, baby.” With a quick, cruel movement, he slams three of his fingers deep into you, as far as his knuckles.

You let out a little yelp. Dark slaps your buttock. “I’ll get all those sweet little sounds out of you.” He moves his fingers back and forth in you at a quick pace, making you moan over and over. It feels like you’ve lost control over your body, over your legs: you can’t move them even if you tried. He keeps his fingers a little apart at times, letting them explore the walls of your hole, opening you up further. “You’re really getting ready for me now. Just a little longer, and I’ll give you pleasure like you’ve never experienced.”

“Please… Give it to me.” Your voice cracks as you seem to be unable to control your body fully. “I need you inside me.”

Dark’s expression becomes fiercer. “I’m going to fuck you so hard. I’ll rearrange your goddamn insides.” His voice is low and threatening. It scares you, but god, it’s hot. He slowly pulls his fingers from your ass, and undoes his belt. He slides off the bed, letting your legs fall back on the mattress. He quickly removes his trousers. The bulge is even clearer now that he is only wearing underwear. You can see the outline of his cock. He removes his underwear in a swift motion, eager to get on with it.

His dick is huge. It is both long and thick, standing straight up, plastered against his abs. A vein runs over the length of the shaft, accentuating its girth. Dark has only a little pubic hair—white, just like the rest of his hair—just enough to emphasize his masculinity. His big balls are hanging low. No matter how you look at it, his body is perfect. “See, this is why I took the time to prepare you,” he laughs. It has a sadistic undertone. He knows what he is about to inflict upon you. “Your body won’t be the same after I’m done with you. I’ll change the shape of your cunt so it will perfectly fit my fat cock.” He grabs some of the lube again and liberally covers his cock in it, giving it a few good strokes.

You lift your legs again, exposing your hole. “Take me, Master.”

He licks his lips and makes his way towards you. “I will.” His voice is low and full of lust. He sets his knees on the bed, and crawls over to you like a ravenous wolf about to devour its prey. He slams his arms next to your chest, leaning over you. Then he brings his mouth to your ear. “I’ll fucking ravage you.” Next thing you know, he softly bites your ear, eliciting a surprised hiss from you.

He moves back slightly, still leaning on one hand but using the other to guide his penis to your impatient ass. The tip of his dick rubs against the rim. You bite your lip, struggling to contain your excitement.

“Tell me what you want.”

You are completely in his power. He, with his perfectly sculpted body—beautiful hair, astonishing muscles and impressive, almost intimidating genitals—is gazing down at you arrogantly, knowing he drives you crazy with desire. And he wants to hear you beg.

“Y-your cock,” you stammer. “You’re the hottest person I’ve ever met, a-and I’ve never been this horny. I want you so b-badly. I want you to fuck me. Use me however you like. I adore the idea of being in your—” Your sentence gets cut short as Dark pushes the head of his cock in, making you gasp for air.

“Good slut. I’ll give you all that you wanted, and more.”

“Y-yes, Master! Yes!” you moan as he slowly pushes his thick penis further in. It’s unlike anything you’ve felt before; the way his length touches all your walls and the way you feel completely dominated. “S’good.” Your voice is breathy; you can’t seem to find the strength to speak normally.

“It’s only gonna get better,” Dark whispers. He moves his cock back a little before pushing forwards again. “I’m not even halfway in yet.” At that, you make a small sound. “That’s right, baby. Your ass won’t ever forget this night,” he says with a smirk.

He moves back again, and forwards—always taking his sweet time.

“You know, my body doesn’t just look good. I have the stamina of a wolf. I love taking my time in making both of us feel amazing. We’ll be here for quite a few hours.”

“Let’s fuck until morning,” you whisper, adoration in your eyes. You feel his cock twitch inside you.

“That’s what I like to hear!” His voice is strong; loud, even. After all his lewd whispers and horny words, the volume of this sentence feels like the start of something new. And it is. You feel him push his cock further in. “You feel that, cunt? That’s the cock of the mighty Dark Schneider in you.”

You moan loudly. His fat cock rubs against your prostate, but also goes beyond it, deeper. Deeper than his fingers ever went. It makes you feel strange inside. You can feel his every movement, every twitch of his length.

“Yeah, eat it up, bitch. Your ass is so hungry.”

“Oh my g-god…,” you groan. “S-so… big…”

Suddenly, you feel a sharp pain on your thigh. Dark slapped you. “Don’t give up on me now. I still haven’t bottomed out. And remember what I promised you.” He leans forward threateningly and lowers his voice to a whisper. “I said I’d make sure it fits inside you.” He places his hands next to you, enclosing you in between. “But let’s take it slow, right? Wouldn’t want my slutty princess to suffer. Not too much, anyway.”

“Master,” you whimper. His large body hangs over you, his chest close to yours. You feel the heat from his arms at your sides.

“Fuck,” he hisses through his teeth. “Not gonna lie, you’re still pretty tight.” He moves his cock back again. And forwards. Slowly, but inexorably; this man is the closest thing to an unstoppable force that physics shall ever know. You feel his power in every one of his movements. Back and forth. “Mmm, yeah, that’s better. Your ass is starting to get used to my tool, isn’t it?”

In between pants, you manage to answer him. “Yes, Master.”

He chuckles softly. “Already feeling overwhelmed, huh? But we’ve still got the night ahead of us, babe.” He pushes forward again. His cock goes in deeper still, making you moan loudly. “See, you can take it. Just a few more times back and forth and you’ll have taken my entire cock inside you.” He keeps moving slowly, each time going a little further. Each time, you moan in pleasure. Thanks to his careful prepping and slow pace, it doesn’t hurt at all.

Dark lets out a grunt as he pushes in his cock fully, his big balls tickling your buttocks. For a few moments, you can’t make a sound; you can barely breathe. Then, you gasp for air, trying to take in the intense, awesome sensations. You look up to see Dark’s arrogant grin. “See? Told you you could take it,” he whispers. Then, his face moves closer and he kisses you on the mouth. His chest is on yours—he’s letting his weight crush you as his cock twitches in your ass. His tongue enters your mouth, full of desire to make you all his. He explores every part of it. His tongue is aggressive, fighting with yours and winning with ease; it’s a dominant kiss.

Finally, he moves his lips away from you for a bit, and you gasp for air again—with limited success, as his heavy weight on top of you makes it hard to fill your lungs. “You’re my personal fucktoy now. Got that, y/n?” He moves his lower body, causing his cock to stir inside your hole. It feels as if he moves all your insides around.

“Mm-mm,” you say with a nod.

“Good girl,” he says with a satisfied smile. His hands run up your arms, to your wrists. Then he raises them above your head and pins them to the mattress. It feels as if his fingers are made of steel; there’s no escaping his grip. Not that you want to escape. “Let’s continue.” He slowly raises his core, making his large member move back, before slowly pressing down again, deep inside you. As he presses his thick dick deep into you, you breathe out deeply, as though all the air is being fucked out of you. His chest remains close to yours; it’s as if his body is enclosing you. It feels like every part of you touches a part of him. You’ve long since wrapped your legs around him, feeling his muscular thighs and buttocks as he moves his cock inside of you.

“God, you look like you’re in heaven.” Dark seems to be amused. “Tell me. How does it feel to be fucked by Dark Schneider? To be fucked by your master?”

“Feels… so good… Master,” you pant. At that moment, he presses his cock deep inside, his balls softly slapping against your butt. It takes your breath away, and you’re pretty sure you’re making a face that you’ve never made before. “Fucking amazing,” you say with a breathy voice. “Impossibly good.” It’s hard to form full, coherent sentences when he’s so deep inside of you, overwhelming you with physical pleasure and dominating every thought you have.

“That’s fucking right.” He buries his head in your neck and then—bites?! You hiss through your teeth, more from surprise than pain. He moves his head and looks you straight in the eyes. “I’ll make you mine. I’ll mark you, so everyone knows you’re mine. My bitch. My plaything.” He moves his mouth to his bite mark and starts licking it. It’s a strangely soft and gentle sensation, juxtaposed by the bite and the way his penis fucks your hole. He isn’t rough there, but a member that size pushes your body to its limits, no matter how careful he is.

“So… you can be sweet too,” you manage to whisper with some difficulty. “Master,” you add.

“I can be as gentle as my partner wishes me to be.” His mouth is close to your ear, his voice a mere whisper. “But I pride myself on being able to read others quite well—what turns them on, what they want. And I’m pretty sure you want only a little sweetness with a whole lot of domination. Don’t you, little slut?” He hisses that last word as he brings down his cock quickly, penetrating you deeply. You squeal in surprise. “You’re mine now, cunt. All mine.”

He continues at a higher pace, moving back so that only the head of his dick is still in your hole, and then bottoming out again. Your wrists are still pinned to the mattress, above your head. He shifts his hands, bringing your wrists together so he can pin them with only one of his large hands. His other hand goes between your chests, pinching your nipple. “Fuck, you feel good,” he moans.

“Master… You’re so big—it feels like you’re splitting me in two.” Your voice is soft. You’re barely able to speak as his large cock is slamming into you over and over. It doesn’t hurt much, but it remains wildly stimulating. Nothing has ever penetrated you this deeply, nor has anyone fucked your prostate this good. With each movement, his thick member massages that sweet spot inside you. It’s especially mind-blowing when the head, even larger than the shaft, passes by it, pressing down on it.

“You’re drooling,” Dark says with a low chuckle. He buries his head in your neck to lick it up, slowly moving his tongue from the side of your head to your mouth. Then he enters your mouth again, conveniently open from all the moans that he’s fucking out of you. His tongue is as aggressive as his cock, entering you and making sure there’s no part that remains untouched. He pushes your tongue aside as if it’s mere air, completely dominating you.

His hand, that was on your nipple, is now sliding lower. Down your abdomen, until it reaches your erect member. His large hand grabs it, envelops it. His thumb rests on the tip, rubbing it a bit. There’s some precome on it, making his rubbing smooth. Then, he starts to move his hand up and down. Even though it’s so slow, it turns you on crazily. You were already close to coming from all his thrusts in your ass, but now that he is serving your penis with his hand, you can’t hold it in any longer. You moan into his mouth as your sperm shoots over his hand and your chest.

He breaks off the kiss and looks at you. It’s hard to look at him; you feel a little bit ashamed for already having come from just a little touch. “My work in your ass must have really turned you on for you to come that quickly.”

You nod silently.

“Good. I’ll take that as a compliment.” He brings his mouth to your ear again. “And you’re doing a good job too, you know. You’re such a perfect cocksleeve for me. Such a good girl.” Meanwhile, his assault on your ass has not abated. “Tell me, where do you want my come?” He lifts his head up again to look at you.

You can feel his cock twitching more than it did before, slowly nearing release. “Mm… Inside, master. I-I want you to f-fill me up.” His relentless pounding makes it hard for you to speak.

“Yeah. I can see it in your slutty eyes; you want me to fucking breed you.” He grunts as he slams into you, harder than before. His pace has decreased, changed into slow but hard fucks. When he bottoms out, he lingers there, letting the head of his cock roam around. “God, you have such a sexy expression right now. All fucked up.” He bottoms out again powerfully. You scream out in pleasure and pain simultaneously. It hurts, but it also feels so damn good. “Yes, that’s it,” Dark pants. “Let me hear your moans. Let me know how much you love being my bitch.”

“Hnng, m-… ma-” But your words are cut short by your scream as he slams into you again.

“You don’t need to speak to tell me. I hear it in your moans and the way your ass is eating me up.” He chuckles darkly. “Fucking hell, I love you and your sexy hole.” He slams into you again. And again.

“Damn,” he moans. “I’m getting really close now.” His thrusts speed up again, his breeder balls slapping against you. The bed creaks softly under his powerful movements. He fucks you deep into the mattress and pillow that you are lying on. “I’m gonna fill you up real good. You’re never gonna want any other cock than mine again.” He speaks fast, with an unsteady voice—signs that he is nearing orgasm.

He slams into you one last time, and then ceases his thrusts. You feel his cock twitching and the thick liquid shooting into your ass. “Fuuuuck.” He twitches a bit, making movements that aren’t quite thrusts but do move his cock back and forth a last few times. He finally lets go of your wrists that he had pinned to the mattress, and collapses on top of you. The weight of his torso is crushing, but you don’t mind it. You wrap your arms around him, as if you want him closer still. His dick is still twitching, still shooting sperm, and Dark is moving around in your ass a little bit. “Fucking hell,” he moans. “That was a proper fucking load that I’ve just shot into you.”

“Mmm, thank you, master.” You’ve gotten hot; sweat glistens on your skin. But you feel hot inside too, thanks to his cock and the warm fluid he pumped into you. You close your eyes, savoring the sensations. Dark seems to be in a similar state of mind, his body relaxed as he lies on top of you. But after a minute or so, his cock having ceased its pulsations, he gets up from you, slipping his cock out. You open your eyes just as his hands grab your sides and he roughly turns you around, making you lie prone. The pillow that was under your ass is now supporting your groin, making your ass stick out.

Dark places his hands on your hips again, and then you feel the big head of his penis at the rim of your anus. “You didn’t think it was over, did you?” he says cockily. He pushes in with a grunt, eliciting another moan from you. “You see, I’m a man of my word. I promised you that you wouldn’t be able to walk after tonight. I mean to deliver.”

He penetrates your hole deeply—somehow it feels like he reaches even deeper than in the previous position. You want to moan, but the sensation is so overwhelming your breath is stuck in your throat for a moment. He moves again, fucking you deeply, hitting your prostate good, and you moan loudly in ecstasy. “Fucking hell,” you mutter under your breath.

“That’s what I like to hear, my princess.” He removes his hands from your hips as he lies down upon you, his huge pecs pressing down on your shoulder blades. His thighs are on either side of yours. You feel the muscles in them contract and release as he fucks you. His right hand moves under your torso toward your face. He stops at your chin, holding it tightly. You can’t move your head anymore unless he wills it, and he knows it. “You’re in my power now, my sweet, sweet girl.” His possessive tone at your ear only serves to turn you on further, making you moan louder involuntarily with the next thrust.

“That’s it, let me hear you. I’m going to fuck all kinds of sweet noises out of you.” He interrupts himself for a particularly hard thrust, making you scream. “All. Night. Long. That’s a promise.”

[quickbanana]

Girlvania demo more games

Girlvania demo more games download#

Apparently, it was too similar to the first game, so they figured, fuck it, let’s just call it a comeback. I read that this game was supposed to be a spiritual successor, instead of a real sequel. Or at the very least, it’s going to be a pirate-themed Didnapper game. From the general vibe of the demo, you can tell that this is going to be a pirate game. Keep in mind we’re still only talking about the demo. This pretty much sets up the narrative for what you can expect to see in the final version of the game. She quickly manages to get herself kidnapped and taken aboard a pirate ship. I never understood this kind of fantasy racism, but it works well as a plot device, so I guess I’ll live with it. She’s a bit of an unwanted presence, since she’s magical and people don’t like that. It’s your standard RPG story, at the start. You play as a chick named Seles, who is a fighter mage that lives in a small village. This one takes place in the same universe, but you’ve got an entirely different cast. You didn’t do a lot of boating, if you know what I mean. The first game very much took place on land. The biggest difference between this game and the previous one, other than the quality of life improvements, is the piracy. You give me that type of gameplay, and sexy bitches all in one universe, and I’m set to have hours of fun. Why would you do that? Who knows? Who cares? It was the most fun part of that game’s entire kit. In that game, you can fuck around and hogtie people any time you want, then drag them behind you while you ride off on your horse. I’ve seen this type of thing in Red Dead Redemption 2. You straight-up get involved in the action, any way you want to at any time you feel like it. You’re not just talking about tying people up or going through cutscenes. It’s this kind of open-world fun that makes RPG games immersive. You knock her out, tie her up, and take her back to your sex dungeon where you proceed to … I dunno, recruit her to capture more chicks? You see some gorgeous redhead with big flopping tits just minding her own business. Conversely, say you’re the random passerby. You escape, you fuck their shit up and take their stuff. You fuck around, minding your own business, and you get hogtied by some random passerby. You’re role-playing inside a fantastical world in which spontaneous bondage is an everyday occurrence. But, I have to say, the RPGs they’ve made so far are perfect for this specific BDSM sub-genre. DID have dabbled with other genres, they don’t just do RPGs. In terms of actual gameplay, there’s a lot of potential here. It’s all about the games and plays of trapping and feeling trapped. Whether it hurts or not is very secondary. Should you still play them even though they don’t technically have smut? Absolutely and I’m about to explain why.īDSM features all kinds of chains, whips, ropes, punishments, pains, and pleasures, but DID are very specifically focused on everything and anything that you can be bound in or use to bind other people. It wouldn’t be too hard, but it’s not exactly intended use. That’s what they do, and they do it well. The big shtick is that DID focus on damsel in distress narratives and all kinds of bondage and escapes. There’s no nudity in these games, at least, as far as I can tell. Wait, did I say softcore? Yeah, sorry, boys. Overall, public opinion on DID’s games has remained the same throughout all of their work – they make the best softcore bondage games out there. I’m not saying DID aren’t entirely to thank for the amazing success of Didnapper 1 it’s just that, the tons of fan information must have helped at least a little bit. The Patreon supporters who backed that project were very much invited to share their opinions on the game. Plus, their first game was very much a labor of love. DID are very proud of the work they’ve put into this fantastical world.

Girlvania demo more games download#

This game’s got an available demo for you to download right away. So far, their games have been available for free, more or less, but they’re changing that with this next game that isn’t technically out yet, at least not fully. I’m lucky I’ve already reviewed Didnapper, because it would appear that that game was very much a build-up to DID studio’s next big break.

[roobylavender]

ok admittedly anon i just remembered my plethora of hero worship tweets on my old account so. ig you can say i am a fan. but like again it really does depend on the execution. tweets below

[ye-local-simp]

The dorm leaders with a S/O that attends an all-girls school in twisted wonderland, where the students are twisted from the ‘Prince Charming’s’. For example; Prince Ferdinand (from Snow White), Prince Naveen (from the Princess and the frog). So they have a S/O other who is their rival in a way? Because they stop their wicked plans. They also have a good moral compass and enjoy saving ‘damsels in distress’, and since they attend a school for fairytale heroes, they are quite charming and a pleasure to be around. Does this make sense?? Hopefully it does.

(I don’t know who Leona’s hero counterpart would be to be fair. Since Cheka is twisted from Simba. Perhaps Leona’s S/O counterpart could be a reader who is twisted from Nala (but they are not associated with Cheka/Simba whatsoever)

[Dorm leaders with a S/o twisted from the

"Prince/(Princess)Charmings"]

Riddle:

-I had to think a lot about this one because in the story, no one really "came to the rescue".

-So I just put any other important secondary character.

-Basically you would be twisted from the White Rabbit.

-He wouldn't exactly "hate" you because you are friends with that person who was twisted from Alice but he would definitely be a bit confused.

-Why are you always running late? Plus, what are you running late for?

-For example, he walks with you to his next class and all of a sudden,you think that you are late(even though you aren't).

-But he figures that its just your nature and he does think it is kind of cute.

Leona:

- You would be inspired by Nala.

-He used to think of you like that stuck-up enemy because you could be the same as everyone else.

-He was extremely annoyed at how he couldn't just beat you up because you were a girl and there was this policy.

-Since he is always visiting dreamland, he doesn't really get to speak with you.

-When he does speak with you, he actually thought that you weren't so bad after all.

-You were wise,calm and very patient which made him feel safer emotionally even though he wouldn't dare admit it.

Azul:

-You would be twisted from Prince Eric himself.

-He always thought that you were just as naïve as your friend who who is twisted from Ariel.

-He thought that he could charm you a lot easily though by advertising a lot of feminine trends to you but he was surprised when you seemed less interested.

-At first, he hated you for not falling for his schemes but it turned out that you were actually a very decent person.

-You even became friends after actually having a healthy conversation.

-You would be safe from the Tweels too if you are friends with Azul.

Kalim:

-I feel like Kalim himself is twisted from Aladdin so I decided to dedicate you to Princess Jasmine.

-He likes your sassiness and you both have always been in good terms.

-Jamil does sometimes send death glares to you though.

-But after he met you too, he grew less hatred for you.

Vil:

-You would be inspired by Prince Ferdinand.

-At first, he despised you.

-Not talking a little, he ABSOLUTELY despised you to the maximum.

-Mostly because you and Neige hit it off so well and the idea of him getting a love life before him was annoying.

-And, you were beautiful, and it could increase the competition because him and Neige if you were added to the mix.

-Plus, he felt like you were so entitled.

-Howver, after meeting you, it all changed.

-He was glad to know that you were actually a decent human so after that, he treated you with a lot more respect and would even compliment your beauty and outfit choices.

Idia:

- I wouldn't really say you would be twisted from Zeus but rather Megara??

-He first hated you based on the audacity you had.

-However after the actual meeting you two had for the first time, he felt safer with you.

-He felt as if you weren't trying to bring him down but rather, make him feel comfortable.

Malleus:

-You would be inspired by Prince Phillip.

-He didn't actually see you before meeting with you for the first time, but he was told that you were a prideful, arrogant human girl.

-At first, he thought that you should be put back in your place as a human girl since he thinks that children of man were always weak and shouldn't hold that kind of persona.

-That is, until he met you.

-You were actually really nice and respectful and very brave.

-So you two became friends and he doesn't regret it.

[nothorses]

ayo! i was wondering if u could help me out with a conversation my friend and i were having about transandrophobia?? she was saying that it’s a redundant term because the oppression of transmascs is explained by transmisogyny, and ideas like transmascs are mutilating their bodies/stealing lesbians/just delusional little girls are just regular transphobic things that all trans people experience… and like. somewhat yes. but imo there’s a difference, for example, between “all trans people are delusional” and “transmascs are just confused little girls deluding themselves into thinking they can escape biology”. and i know it’s similar to/mirrors the things people say about transfems, but i don’t see how it’s just transmisogyny when the term is only ever used to talk about the experiences of transfems? and was coined specifically for transfems? anyway, i’m having a hard time putting my reasoning into words, so if u have any ideas for how to counter what she’s saying, i’d really appreciate it!

Sure! I can only really give you my own explanations of the arguments you're describing, but I do wanna say I think you have the right idea here, too.

"The oppression of transmascs is explained by transmisogyny"

So, yes and no: "transmisogyny" on a purely technical level could be argued to just mean "transphobia" + "misogyny", and because transmascs are not actually seen as men (though in many ways we are also not seen as women), we do in fact experience misogyny- and oftentimes that misogyny does come packaged with transphobia.

However, "transmisogyny" was coined by transfems, for transfems, with the intention of describing specifically the type of transphobia that transfems face; which is also informed by misogyny, but in different ways. It can therefore be pretty accurately deconstructed as "trans" + "misogyny", or, "trans" + "women" + [bigotry].

Trying to shoehorn transmascs into the word takes away from that meaning, makes specific discussions of transmisogyny harder, and erases unique transmasc experiences as well. It's trying to replace "transphobia" with "transmisogyny", which is redundant. Why do we need two words for the same thing? We made these words for a reason.

"Ideas like transmascs are mutilating their bodies/stealing lesbians/just delusional little girls are just regular transphobic things that all trans people experience"

"Trans people are mutilating their bodies" is more often levied against transmascs than transfems.

This specific panic of transmascs "mutilating" ourselves stems from the belief that AFAB bodies are obligated to reproduce and be sexually appealing + available. Transmasc transition can altogether remove our ability to get pregnant, and our transitions are seen as making us ugly/undesirable- mostly to straight cis men.

This same rhetoric does not apply to transfems.

"Trans people are stealing gays" is definitely not levied against transfems.

The specific line of rhetoric about "stealing lesbians" comes from:

The radical feminist belief that lesbians are The Most Victims, an Endangered Species Which Must Be Protected- which in turn stems from the misogynistic idea of (white) women as victims/damsels in distress.

The belief that transmascs only transition to "gain male privilege" or "escape misogyny", which feeds into the radical feminist idea of transmascs as Betrayers Of Womanhood.

In combination, transmascs are seen as "stealing lesbians" because we are both betraying and seducing women, and "depleting" the lesbian population and therefore further endangering Lesbians as A Species. (Because even radfems can't help but see lesbians as objects.)

The closest common transfem equivalent would be "transfems are preying on/tricking gay men", which has tones of predatory behavior and sexual deceit that are unique to transmisogyny. Transfems aren't seen as "converting" straight men, but rather "tricking" them into "gay" sex. Because men are viewed as having more autonomy, the "tricked" men in this scenario are given more agency than "stolen" women.

"Trans people are just delusional" is, again, more often levied against transmascs than transfems; specifically because transmascs are seen as lacking in autonomy and agency- while transfems are seen as autonomous and therefore dangerous/deceitful.

Transmascs are "delusional" because we can't possibly know what we really feel, can't make decisions for ourselves, can't think for ourselves or make plans- we aren't tricking people, we honestly believe this silly idea that we're men. We're all little girls, autistic and depressed girls, stupid women who don't know what's best for us and can't be trusted with autonomy. We have to let others make choices for us. (Until, of course, it becomes clear that we're "too far gone", at which point we become The Enemy.)

Transfems are "deceitful" because they know exactly what they're doing, and can only be doing it for nefarious reasons. They're dangerous, they want to hurt and trick people, they want to invade women's spaces to take advantage of them, trick straight men to take advantage of them, satiate their Sexually Aggressive Nature, etc. They have autonomy already- they must be stopped to protect others.

TL;DR:

There is a lot of overlap in trans experiences and trans oppression- that's why the word "transphobia" covers all of this as an umbrella term. But "transmisogyny" and "transandrophobia" exist under that umbrella, as forms of transphobia, in order to describe more specific and unique experiences that aren't the same for every trans person.

Trying to mash it all together makes it harder to talk about the specific issues we face and why we face them, which we need to do in order to solve these problems.

Trying to remove one word in favor of another both makes it harder for one group to talk about their issues, and in many cases dilutes the meaning of the other group's unique term. Not to mention it denies those unique experiences happen at all.

[renklix]

CRYSTALIZED EP 13 & 14 SPOILERS

So, I have thoughts. Maaaany thoughts. I’m probably kinda late on this, but whatever.

1. Well, of course, Harumi. She is awesome. I keep hearing stuff about how Harumi doesn’t really feel like the same character, and I reaaally disagree. I mean, yeah, the “I’m clearly trying to leave in a dramatic way” line kinda came out of nowhere (but if you think about it, not really, Harumi did look annoyed), but the volleyball team joke was actually really funny, I love that exchange. “Are you serious?” “Of course I’m not serious!” “Well, it’s hard to tell with you sometimes!”. I don’t know why I love it so much. Anyway, even if the “I’m trying to leave in a dramatic way” scene did throw someone off, I am absolutely sure that the next scene totally made up for it. I mean, wow… We already kinda knew it, but actually hearing Lloyd say that his feelings for Harumi were real, even after everything she’s done just hits different. And the fact that he came to search for her in the rubble! But if I start on that, this post will end up being enormous, so I’ll cover it in a different one. So yeah, back to Harumi. I don’t know, I think they nailed down her personality perfectly. I’ve heard someone say that she wasn’t so sarcastic in the Oni Trilogy, but, like, think about it. Remember that scene in the Oni Temple, when she was like “Ah, yes, the damsel in distress, you ninja really are from another time”, and the way she leaned on that rock. Don’t tell me Harumi wasn’t sarcastic, she definitely was. Also, she made that joke in the middle of a pretty tense situation, I mean, at that point Lloyd was significantly stronger than her, he could just blast her to heck with his powers at any moment. And just for comparison, in episodes 13 and 14 we only saw Harumi making jokes only when she knew that she was completely in control of the situation. Btw, now I’m completely sure that the among us joke in ep12 was completely intentional on her part. Anyway, now that I think about it, there also was that line about taking the trash out in Hunted. So, like, shut up, Harumi was sarcastic from the beginning, it’s not a totally new thing. Also, I kinda feel like she matured a bit since the Oni Trilogy. I mean, it’s been a couple of years. She just seems calmer, more collected, less… insane, for lack of a better term. More chilled out. Especially in ep 14. And she kinda started expressing anger in a different way. In SOG she was screaming and shouting and being visibly angry. In Crystalized she still has a lot of anger, but expresses it differently. She’s just as sadistic, though, getting Lloyd’s hopes up and then immediately crushing them at least two times in, like, a couple of minutes. And I’m not even talking about hanging Lloyd’s cage above lava. And leading him to believe that she killed his family. Again. And comparing him to Garmadon. And what is up with apologizing so much? Every time she does something she’s like “I’m sorry, Lloyd”. It actually almost sounded like she meant it at one point. I think I smell a redemption arc. That would be interesting.

I wanted to cover everything in this post: Harumi, Lloyd, Lloyd’s Oni powers, Harumi’s potential redemption, etc. Well… This is already ridiculously large, I’ll probably analyze all these topic separately.

[spanishskulduggery]

Hi! I'm very curious about something regarding the Spanish language. I'm currently studying A2 Spanish but I had this question and my teacher did not seem too willing to discuss it. Here it goes:

I know that Spanish has, something my Spanish teacher says, linguistic gender. I was wondering how do the people who don't align themselves with the gender binary (masculine and feminine) speak/write in it? I have read this article about Spanish speaking people from US adding "x" Or "@" and people from Argentina using "e" to make the words gender neutral.

Thank you so much for responding, whenever you get to it. Also love your blog. ❤

Short answer, in general speaking terms people are tending towards the -e now because the other two are very hard to actually speak, and because Spanish-speakers feel the -e is more authentic

What you're most likely to see in Spanish is masculine plural as the default, or in written things you might see todos y todas or like un/una alumno/a "a student", or like se busca empleado/a "employees wanted" / "looking for an employee"

If it's something official or academic you typically include both [todas y todas] or you go masculine plural [todos] unless it's specifically feminine plural

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Related, linguistic gender applies to all things, not just people. Why is la mesa "table" feminine, but el libro "book" masculine? Just linguistic gender. I can tell you that most loanwords (that aren't people) in Spanish are masculine, and that there are certain words that come from Greek are masculine, and that -ista words are unisex most of the time... And I can tell you there are some words like testigo or modelo that are unisex and don't change for gender. Aside from that, speaking about nouns and grammatical gender... those particular things are harder to parse for regular people, but if you go into the field of linguistics you can explore that more deeply. Some of it is source language (i.e. "it came from Latin this way") or things like that. And in general when talking about nouns it's unimportant and not considered sexist, that's just how it is.

There is such a thing where it gets a little too far the other way and people will say "history? what about herstory" which is a nice thought but the etymology has nothing to do with gender there

When it comes to people - and when it comes to gendered attitudes - that's where it gets more confusing and more complicated.

I believe there was an experiment where people had French and Spanish speakers [I believe it was Spanish] try to identify how a "fork" would sound. French people gave it a more feminine voice because "fork" is feminine in French, while Spanish speakers gave it a more masculine voice because it's masculine in Spanish.

Whether we like it or not, certain gendered things do influence our thoughts and feelings and reactions. A similar thing in English exists where the old joke was something like "There was a car accident; a boy is rushed to the ER and the surgeon but the father was killed. When they got to the ER the doctor said 'I can't operate on him, he's my son!'" and it's like "well who could the doctor be?" ...and the doctor is his mother. We associate "doctor" as masculine and "nurse" as feminine.

There's a gender bias in our language thought patterns, even though the language changes. And that does exist in Spanish too, to different extents.

There are certain cultural and gendered stereotypes or connotations attached to certain words, many tend to be more despective or pejorative when it's women.

For example - and I know this has changed in many places or it isn't as prevalent - el jinete "horseman/rider", while the female form is la amazona "horsewoman/rider". Because la jinete or la jineta was sometimes "promiscuous woman".

There were also debates about things like la presidente vs. la presidenta or what the female version of juez should be, whether it should be la juez or la jueza

Most languages with gendered language have varying degrees of this, and all languages I'm aware of have gendered stereotypes related to professions or cultural attitudes in some way, and not just for women, and not all in the same way with some of them being very culturally based

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The longer answer involves a bit of history, and I'll be honest, some of it is contested or considered a little controversial in Spanish-speaking countries particularly in the conservative parts (which honestly should come as no surprise)

The first symbol that I know of that came about was the X

First piece of contested history: As far as I know, it was the trans/queer and drag communities in Latin America who started the trend of X. When there were signs or bulletins that had the gendered endings - specifically masculine plural as the default plural - people would write a big X through the O. This was a way of being inclusive and also a very smash the patriarchy move.

Some people attribute this to women's rights activists which may also be true, but a good portion of the things I read from people say it was the trans/queer/drag communities in Latin America doing this.

I've also read it originated in Brazil with Portuguese; still Latin America, but not a Spanish-speaking country.

Where it's most contested is that some people will say that this trend started in the Hispanic communities of the United States. And - not without reason - people are upset that this is perceived as a very gringo movement.

That's why Latinx is considered a very American-Hispanic experience

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The arroba (@) is relatively new. I remember seeing it in the 2000s. I don't know if it existed earlier for gender inclusivity.

People used it because it looks like a combination of O and A, so it was meant to be cut down on saying things like todos y todas or niños y niñas in informal written speech

I remember quite a few (informal) emails starting like hola tod@s or muy buenas a tod@s or things like that

I think of it more as convenience especially in the information age where you never knew who you were talking to and it's easier than including both words, especially when masculine plural might be clumsy or insensitive

Still, it's practically impossible to use the @ in spoken Spanish, so it's better for writing casually. You also likely won't be allowed to use the @ in anything academic, but in chatrooms, blogs, or forums it's an option

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I love the E ending. And the gender neutral form in singular is elle... so it's él "he", ella "she", and elle "they (singular)"

The -e ending is I think became more common within the past 10 years though it might have existed longer than that. These sorts of changes tend to come from the queer or trans communities and tend to be more insular before becoming more of an outside thing that then the general population finds out about

It came about because there are some adjectives in Spanish that end in -e that are unisex. It's not an A, it's not an O, but it's something grammatically neutral for Spanish

It's not as awkward as X, and E exists very firmly in Spanish so it's not perceived as some outside (typically gringo) influence

The good news is, it's pretty widespread on the internet. Not so much in person (yet), but especially in Spain and Argentina at least from what I've seen, particularly in the queer communities and online culture.

The only issues with it are that for non-native speakers, you have to get used to any spelling changes. Like amigo and amiga, but to use the E ending you have to add a U... so it's amigue.

That's because there are certain words where you have to do spelling changes to preserve the sound; gue has a hard G sound like -go does [like guerra]... but ge has the equivalent of an English H sound [gelatina for example]. Another one is cómico/a "funny" which would go to cómique. Again, because co has a hard C/K sound, while ce is a soft sound more like an S or in some contexts TH/Z sound; like centro is a soft sound, while cola is a hard sound

Unless you make it to the preterite forms where you come across like pagué, alcancé, practiqué with those types of endings... or subjunctive forms, pague, alcance, practique ... Basically you'd have to be exposed to those spelling rules or you'd be really confused if you were a total beginner.

It all makes sense when you speak it, but spelling might be harder before you learn those rules

The other drawback is that the E endings are sometimes not applicable. Like in damas y caballeros "ladies and gentlemen" there's not really a gender neutral variation on that, it's all binary there. And while la caballero "female knight" does exist, you'd never see a male variation on dama; the closest I've ever seen is calling a guy a damisela en apuros "damsel in distress" in some contexts where the man needs rescuing, and it's feminine una/la damisela, and it's very tongue-in-cheek

There are also some contexts like jefe vs jefa where I guess you would say jefe for "boss" if you were going the neutral route, but it's a bit weird because it's also the masculine option.

I can't speak for how people might feel about those if they're non-binary or agender because every so often you kind of get forced into the binary whether you like it or not

I totally support the E, I just recognize there are some limitations there and it's quirks of the Spanish language itself

Important Note: Just to reiterate, E endings are the ones most Spanish-speakers prefer because it's easiest to speak and doesn't have the American connotation that X does in some circles

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Where it gets very "Facebook comment section" is that you'll see many Latin Americans traditionalists and conservatives claim that "this is just the gringos colonizing our language" and "grammatical gender doesn't matter in Spanish". They'll say that the "gender movement" is an American feminist movement and that it's a gringo thing and doesn't reflect actual Latin Americans or Spanish-speakers

Which on the one hand, yes, English does have a lot of undue influence on other languages because of colonization, and American influence and meddling in Latin American politics is a big important issue

But as far as I'm aware of the X (and especially the E) were created by Latin Americans

The other issue I personally have is that any time this conversation comes up, someone will say something like somos latinOs and claim that masculine plural is gender neutral

To that I say, first of all, "masculine plural" is inherently gendered. Additionally, there is a gender neutral in Spanish but it's lo or ello and it's only used with "it" so it sounds very unfriendly to use on an actual person... and in plural it looks like masculine plural and everything applies like masculine plural

Second, the reason masculine plural is default is because of machismo. It's more important that we don't possibly misgender a man, so it has to be masculine plural. It's changed in some places, but growing up when I was learning Spanish, if it was 99 women and 1 man you still had to put masculine plural

I'm not opposed to there being a default, and I understand why it's easier to use masculine plural, but some people get very upset at the idea of inclusive language

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In general, my biggest issues with these comments come when people act like non-binary/queer/trans people don't exist in Spanish-speaking countries, like English invented them somehow. So it's nice to see linguistic self-determination and seeing native speakers using the E endings.

[bangteamhyuk]

Seesaw (I)

Genre: Mature/Smut, Strangers to Lovers, Neighbors with benefits/Fuck buddies, Producer! Min Yoongi, Fuck girl! OC Y/N, Neighbors AU (a Spin-Off to “Moving On”)

Warning: NSFW! alot of kissing (torrid, soft, neck, and down under😉), protected sex (you can never go wrong with a rubber on, kids!), oral sex, mentions of alcohol, mentions of nipple pierce (pls don’t kill me 😣), mentions of cheating, appears to be pwp but i swear there’s a plot in this..so bear with me please😖, elevator buddies (lol. thanks ggukieland for mentioning this) to eventual lovers. I’m ending this in good terms 😌

Synposis: His outfits are always in black, and if not black then it must be in dark muted tones. You pressed the button on the elevator floor, and positioned yourself at the edge. You watched his back from a distance, and turned away if he moved his head. You were always the one who start your small conversation with him: From “good day” to “good night” to “that’s interesting (whatever it is you find ‘interesting’ from him, even though you were interested in him more than the item)” and other things. You and your little crush to your neighbor who lived on the 18th floor.

Until one rainy night, all drenched and cold, and your eyes smudged all over with kohl, you found him waiting for you inside the elevator. His body slacked on the edge, hair unkempt, his jacket barely settled on his shoulder while holding on to an empty bottle of scotch.

“Rough night?” he asked while you moved to the other side of the lift,  pressing the button from the elevator immediately closing its door.

“Yeah, seems you had one too?” you watched him attempt to position himself upright in amusement.

He drank from the empty bottle before he replied and realized straightaway that it’s been drained.

An idea came up to you suddenly and you asked: “I have more of that in my place. Wanna come over?”

A/N: Yoongi have been tormenting me of his visual for weeks and I just have to. Also I owe Producer!Min Yoongi to be happy. :( I hope you’ll enjoy “Seesaw” as much I enjoyed writing it. I decided to make it a mini-series because ideas are just piling up for the two.

And yep, mood song is “Seesaw” by Suga 💖

Word count: 7,190k

“Good morning” you said upon entering the elevator. You walked past him and placed your back on the steel wall for support.

“Good morning”  he replied, eyes blinking.

You opened your insulated tumbler to drink your freshly brewed hot coffee you made before leaving your apartment, when you noticed something particularly interesting from the lone stranger you’re with inside the lift. “Nice bean hat” you complimented.

“It’s a gift from my friend” he looks up at the elevator screen, monitoring what floor you two are currently in before it hits the ground floor. “That coffee smells nice, Ethiopian beans?” he turned his head a little to your direction, but wasn’t trying to look back at you particularly.

“No, Tanzania Peaberry” you took a sip and levelled your eyes to the decreasing number before the elevator digital screen until it hit ‘Lobby’. “Well, have a good day!” you smiled at him as you walked past his side. Yoongi let you leave first, like a true gentleman that he is.

It was always the same dry and small conversation. Always the same feeling whenever he is around. Your little crush on the man living on the 18th floor.

——

It started about two months ago when he was running towards the closing elevator, asking for you to wait for him before you could push the close button on the lift. Normally you would mind, and would even subtly push the button hard (about once or twice) so the lift would close quickly before the other person could even enter.

But not this guy, no. The way his eyes looked at you for a second, there was something behind it, something you couldn’t pinpoint exactly. When he reaches out for the door, you knew from that moment on, it was already over. He finally came in and pushed the ‘close button’ before you.

You were charmed.

“Thank you” he panted, as he tried to catch his breath from running and crouched down on his knees right when the elevator door closed. He was wearing a black oversized hoodie and dark blue fitted jeans and black canvas shoes, but were all dripping wet.

“Didn’t expect the rain too” You pulled out your gym towel from your bag. The one you didn’t get to use because, Matt, the cute guy your friend introduced to you during her wedding day, suddenly sent you a message asking if you had any plans for this afternoon.

Naturally, you cancelled your ‘gym day’ to trade it for one steamy workout session with him inside his car. Which leaves you now with your gym outfit and other stuff perfectly unused,  including your towel.

“Here” you handed it over to him, feeling sorry for the situation he was in. Wet and dirty from running outside the street. He turned to you, confused, unsure whether to accept the towel you were offering or not.  “Oh don’t worry, that’s a new one. I didn’t get to the gym today so it’s not used, like at all…” you smiled.

“Thanks” he bowed a bit and gently wiped his neck and face as he pushed the 18th floor button. He shook his raven short hair a little to his side and tapped it with the towel, hoping to reduce the water trickling from the ends of his straight hair.

You pushed 17th.

“New here?” you asked.

“Yeah, I just moved two weeks ago” he gently wiped each side of his cheek for warmth.

“Has anyone ever welcomed you here?” you took a quick glance at him and furrowed your eyebrows  then retracted “Well, besides the management and the security guard?” you snickered, eyes still fixed at the elevator buttons and its screen.

He chuckled at your query “No, unfortunately.”

“Bummer. Well, let that towel be the ‘first welcome gift’ then. From a neighbor” You shrugged then turned to face him and smiled.

The elevator bell rang, ‘17th floor’. You put your feet forward near the elevator door, arguing in your head whether you should ask his name or not. Usually, you don’t ask strangers for their name, especially the ones you just met. You barely knew anyone in this building, except your next-door neighbor who frequently complained about the noises you make at night.

And It’s not like he owes you anything either, so you didn’t expect that he’ll do it so casually… and yet here you are, hoping.

At least, maybe he could ask you a thing or two about you and say ‘thanks’ one more time? That’s just wishful thinking though. You suddenly remember that you did mention the towel was a gift, despite not bothering to ask if he wants it or not.

You began to worry even more, and wanted to ask if he really wants to even keep it. So, you turned around to meet him the eye and “Ah w—”

“Thank you, neighbor” he smiled and held the towel to his ear. The elevator door closes before you, stunned to see him smile. Yes, that damn smile. The kind where you forget where you live for a second, and you just nod. Leaving him behind.

“What’s your name?” you asked no one, and sighed. “Whatever… you’re welcome, neighbor” you turned away from the closed door in frustration and walked along the hallway.

——

Boys are like games. You liked it when they made you scheme so that they could find you interesting, and then trap them once they took the bait. And leave when it becomes dull.

Every so often, you try to lure in guys that interest you so that you could spend about a week or two with them, to fill in the gaps of your own boredom. You despised monotony, the way you hated commitments.

Though you were not always like this before, you once believed in ‘true love’ and ‘fairytales’, until you’ve had your heart broken a few times (mostly due to one-sided love) and then that was it. You’ve had enough. Back then, you were still young and naïve, thinking men will come and save you from this cruel world. You’ve seen it in movies, tv dramas and heard countless songs play about it on the radio, you were hopeful.

Yet no one came to save you, not even one. You came to realize that only you could save yourself from making your life any more tragic. Men are never the key to happiness. Love is not the formula in living a good life.

You looked at your own reflection and marveled at the beauty you created for yourself. And that was the thing, you saved yourself way too perfectly that you just don’t believe in love anymore. And out of nowhere, men were starting to line up.

Not like the teen romance kind of stuff, where they literally line up for you because you started to look like Gal Gadot overnight. More like, you don’t seem to care whether you get asked out or not, either way, men like you because you are a challenge. And who doesn’t like a challenge?

Because men are dying to see one day, that all the walls you’ve built for yourself would fall for them. They wanted to see a damsel in distress behind that wall.

Because men always like their ego stroke, and they always want to have the bigger prize. Unfortunately for everybody, it’s not Princess Peach who they want to save on top of a tower, they just want the game. That’s it, they want to see whether you’d fall for them or not. Nothing more, nothing less. That’s why you never let it. You refused to get too personal and you renounced commitments. You’re too proud.

Because for you, commitments are the epitome of prison. For you, commitments are just a disguise for convenience. In the same manner, convenience is a sugar-coated word for validation, caramelized to perfection.

And for whose validation? For men? Maybe then, they could make you do their laundry, cook them food, satisfy their lustful desires? Are those really an act of love or selfish desire to make their lives easy?  Clearly, your choice to keep yourself free from commitments isn’t an act of rebellion against sexims and double standards. It’s actually letting yourself be free from nuisance, which is what they call “love”.

That is why you remain in your stance, that you want men for your own pleasure. Nothing more, nothing less. That you want to see them admire you, kneel if they must, before you. Cry desperately for your touch. Because you’re not giving any, not until a man who thinks the same way as you do, the ones who are smart enough to knock on your door and present to you his pure intentions.

Evidently, that’s impossible, with the way men are in this god-forsaken city? The closest thing you could ever meet to a perfect man is the cardboard stand of Park Seojun, smiling at the entrance of a restaurant beside you right now.

You pat the fabric from your dress, after looking at your reflection from the glass window. Joe, your officemate, from the Design Department, finally asked you out for a ‘little dinner nearby’.

“Y/N, you sure you want to eat here? We can go to some place fancier” he asked while he folded his long sleeves.

“Two seats please” you ignored his query as you grinned over the lady who took on the customer cue. She rolled her eyes upon seeing you again with another man.

Joe went to you close and whispered “Do you have any beef with the lady?”.

“Nah, we’re good. It’s her term of endearment for saying ‘welcoming back’. I’m a regular customer here” you winked at her “so I’m sure she’s delighted to see me every time” she groaned in annoyance and let you in. She remained polite by guiding you both to an empty table.

——

Obviously that’s a lie, because next thing you knew, you were already making out with Joe inside his car, barely reaching his apartment.

“Mmm” you shifted to his seat, knees in between his legs, as he unzips your dress on your back. You helped him pull the fabric down from your shoulder, exposing your lacy lingerie, exclusive for this occasion.

“Can’t you wait until we get into my place?” he parted, panting, leaving him breathless after that torrid kiss.

“I just wanted to give you a little preview with what I can do” you smirked, as you began to kiss his ears and traced it down his neck. “Will get there, don’t worry” you gently bit his ear lobe which made him groan in pleasure. Until, someone came knocking on his window. Joe moved from his seat to see who it was.

“Lara!” he immediately stopped and pushed you away.

“Lara?” you turned to face where he was looking, and to your horror, you saw Lara. Lara, your officemate and your best friend. Lara, who perfectly knew your history and the list of men you slept with. Lara, who stood by you even after office hours and saved your ass multiple times from your mercurial boss.

You didn’t have any slightest clue she was seeing this Joe from the Design department, yet you feel like you’ve done something terribly wrong.

You quickly pulled your clothes up, while Joe immediately left you in the car to talk to Lara.

“I can explain,” he pleaded, shutting the car door hard.

“I don’t need it” Lara shook her head and took a step back.

You pulled down the headboard mirror to fix your hair and lipstick for a moment and let the two do the talking first. You listened to them argue, rather faintly from the inside of his car while you tried to put on your heels.

After you gently pat your lips with your finger, you finally decided to leave the car and went to Lara so you could take on her side and put more misery over Joe, the canker cheater. Besides, isn’t it Joe’s fault that you are all in this muddling position?

“I always knew I shouldn’t be friends with a slut like you!” she spat a disgusted look on you.

Your mouth went agape, bewildered at her reaction “Excuse me? I didn’t know Joe’s seeing you”.  You were expecting that above all, she would understand the current situation, that it was Joe and not you who started out all this mess. Why does it feel like you’ve put gas in to the fire? When the one who deserves all these words is Joe.

“So, is it my fault now? That I didn’t tell you I’m seeing Joe?!” she scoffed and folded her arms. Now she’s starting to piss you off too.

“Because I don’t know Lara? We’re best friends? We’re not supposed to hide secrets?” you gave her a sardonic smile, which peeved her even more.

“Of course I should, the way you sleep with everyone’s boyfriend without being sorry? I definitely think I should” she bit at you, barely quivering from the words she chose against you. You must admit, that definitely hurt. Not the words she chose, not the way she barely quivered, but because it came out from someone you trust.

Lara, was the least person you thought who could inflict a burn to your already-distorted ego.

You sighed, forestalling the tears that were slowly looming around your eyes “Right, well at least I learned something about you tonight. Have a great night with Joe, I hope you two sort out things…” you pulled your bag from your shoulder and walked away but then you remember something.

You wanted to slap Joe in the face so bad right now, that the only thing that’s stopping you is the idea of an eventual ‘Physical Harm Outside Office’ complaint against you from the HR Department, well if you were careless enough to actually do it.

“There’s a thong hidden underneath your seat, which isn’t mine by the way. I only wear Kiki De Montparnasse, don’t I Lara? Well, those are Victoria’s. You know I dislike Victoria’s ” you declared, before leaving, not turning your head to face them one last time.

“We’re over Joe!” Lara screeched, as Joe pleaded even more, their voices turning inaudible as you moved farther away.

Of course, that was a lie. There were no thongs left inside Joe’s car. Just the friendship you lost with Lara.  And you wanted to retaliate hard, to put everything on equal footing. Except, it didn’t feel that way, because Joe took something away from you forever: Trust.

——

Someone knocked from Yoongi’s studio. “Excuse me sir, but Mr. Park and his fiancé are waiting for you at the lounge area?” one of the staff asked, sticking her head out from the door.

“Right, tell them I’ll be there in sec!” he pushed a few buttons on his keyboard and then left his seat to meet his visitors.

“Hyung!” Jimin stood up from his seat to meet him, together with his fiancé… Yoongi’s ex-girlfriend.

“Hey there kid!” Yoongi went to give Jimin a brief hug, and gestured to them to return to their seats. “Hey there” he nodded and smiled weakly to his ex, not that he’s sour or hostile towards her, but he was just in a tight position seeing the two of them together in one room.

“Hyung, I’ve been really meaning to ask you, but I know it’s pretty awkward considering the two of you well, you were once, you know” he scratched the back of his neck, trying to find proper words but decided to continue anyway “together… and I know this is sudden too, but we reserved a seat for you on our wedding day tomorrow, and hopefully as one of my groomsmen…”

Be there on their wedding day? Tomorrow? As one of his groomsmen? Is this a joke? He was baffled for a moment, but his face remained stoic. “I can’t. I’m sorry…” he nodded coolly.

Yoongi saw how she quickly held on to Jimin’s hand tight, to give Jimin comfort from the rejection they expected from him.

“We understand” Jimin breathed and faced the ground.

“It’s not like that” Yoongi lied. “You know that contract I just had for a soft drink commercial? Well apparently they wanted a full revision on the song, so I just had to finish it before the weekends”

“Oh” Jimin smiled shyly “that’s unfortunate…”

Yoongi turned to face his ex, who knew him fluently. He gulped and smiled weakly, hoping the message would come across to ‘Not tell Jimin’. She nodded, fully understanding what Yoongi had in mind.

He wanted to save everybody (especially her family who knew him for years, and their common friends who’ll come by) to see an uncomfortable scene on their special occasion: An ex on a wedding day.

Hours passed, and Yoongi politely offered to see them leave the office building while bidding them good luck for tomorrow.

“Excuse me, I just need to get this” Jimin took his phone to his ears and left them to receive the call from his manager. “Yeah, they’re there? All areas secured? Yeah, thank you. Hopefully, we can avoid paparazzi and obsessive fans at the wedding venue tomorrow…” Yoongi heard him say, his voice turning faint as he walked far.

“Yoongi” she quickly but subtly held his hand “Just say it…” she shut her eyes and pleaded him.

Yoongi knew what she meant, and even if he still feels something for her, he had to do it. “Don’t do this… I know it’s probably just wedding jitters, and maybe we really haven’t had a proper closure when we broke up, but Jimin is a good guy. He’s better. Please, be with him” he said softly, resisting to meet her eyes.

“I’m so sorry for leaving you that night, I should have stuck out to you then, and understand you, I really lo—“ she started to talk fast, while her eyes glistened.

“Stop” Yoongi, moved back, pulling his own hand away from her. “You made the right decision, and I also made mine. Everything falls perfectly, where it should be”  Yoongi bit his lip, maddened to hear her regret. For what? What good does it make to agree with her and run? To destroy a relationship right before their wedding day? He’s not dumb to take the bait.

After years of being left behind, years of putting him in the dark after she left, years of hoping that the two of them can get back together. Only to find later, by chance, that she was already dating his colleague, Jimin. “Stop!” he repeated, taking another step away from her.

Jimin ran back to her side, clueless of what just happened between her and Yoongi. “I’m sleepy, love” she yawned, trying to mask her teary eyes that started when she pleaded Yoongi to take her back.

Yoongi nodded “I’m sure you two are tired from all the planning. I really appreciate you two for visiting. Take care! I need to get back to the studio, client’s calling too!`` He quickly turned away and left, digging his hand in his pockets to hide his shaking palms. The thought of almost agreeing to take her back, right on the night before their wedding, sends shivers down his spine.

He needed a drink.

——

You fumbled on your wallet and realized that you left your transportation card on the office desk. Honestly, you thought you wouldn’t need it when Joe offered to drive you home. “Please, at least a change, at least a change…” you mumbled it like a mantra, praying something helpful would appear, but didn’t.

Even when you dug deeper in your bag, there was no spare change in sight, only your credit card. You didn’t expect the night to turn out so bad. Even worse, it was starting to rain. It didn’t have an umbrella either.

You paused in the middle of the street to cry, not being able to comprehend the series of unfortunate events. You watched the rain flushed down your makeup from a convex mirror hanging on a pole. Your eyes were starting to look like raccoons. Your favorite dress is already drenched and filthy from street dust and smoke. Yet you remained walking, hoping that if you continued to raise your hand every so often, a taxi would come by and let you in.

But even after an hour, no one bothered to let a rain-drenched woman into their dry and pristine car. Until it took you long enough to arrive at your apartment lobby, and you sighed in relief. You shook your head when the security wanted to ask what happened, and declined when the service staff offered you a seat to wait on the couch and bring you a towel. You just wanted to get to your home quickly.

And there he was, inside the elevator, your little crush who lives on the 18th floor.

You saw him drink the last drop from his bottle before he pressed a button, when his eyes widened upon seeing you in a poor state. You walked towards him.

In an attempt to look sober in front of a stranger, Yoongi fixed his posture and quickly pressed the ‘open door button’ and waited for you inside.

“Rough night?” he asked while you moved to the other side of the lift and watched you press the ‘close button’ from the elevator, immediately closing its door. His body fell almost instantly on the slight movement of the lift that shifted towards the upper floors. His body slacked on the edge, hair unkempt, and his dark denim jacket barely settled on his shoulder while he held onto his empty bottle of scotch.

“Yeah, seems you had one too?” you watched his attempt to reposition himself again upright, in amusement.

He drank from the empty bottle before he could reply and realized straightaway that it’s been drained.

“I uh” he gulped “I met my ex a while ago, and she pleaded with me to take her back right before her wedding day” he drunkenly confessed, and giggled to hear himself say it.

“That’s rough buddy…” you folded your arms and watched the elevator screen, as usual.

“What’s your sob story?” he asked, blinking as he tried to mask his insobriety.

“Oh this?” you momentarily look at your drenched clothes. “Well I found out the guy I was out with, ‘double-dipping’ me and my best friend”

“That’s even tougher” he chuckled as he peered on to his empty bottle, wishing that a drop would magically appear out of nowhere.

“I think we’re even” you watched him silently, trying hard not to laugh to see him in his drunken state, until an idea suddenly came up. You asked: “I have more of that in my place. Wanna come over?”

——

The moment you two stepped out of the elevator, you found your bodies pressed together.

Lips knotted on each other, wet and tacky. You moved back while he pressed you forward along the hallway. He then moved to force you up against a wall, pressing himself to you even harder.

Yoongi didn’t waste a minute and pushed his tongue in between your lips, and you reciprocated. You roughly brushed your hand towards his hair, and pulled him even closer to you and deepened your kiss. Whatever it is you two were doing.

He parted and pressed kisses on your throat, his fingers reaching down to your waist and clutched your bottoms.

It was so sudden, so fluid, that you almost forgot that you were still outside from your place.

“Oh, bless you two!” your 60 year old next-door neighbor cried, who just went out of her door. Fidgeting while she tried to close it and ran towards the empty elevator.

“I’m definitely going to receive a house complaint from the management tomorrow” you chuckled. You parted for a moment, and stopped by your apartment door. You quickly entered your password on your lock screen, while he continued to press kisses on your neck. You didn’t mind if he saw it, since you were pretty sure he’s too intoxicated to remember every number.

Upon entering your door, he quickly discarded his jacket and left it on the floor, he kicked the door close. You didn’t dare break the proximity between you and him, even if it bears as a challenge to move back while taking off your shoes from the threshold, and still manage to wrestle with his tongue.

He cut the kiss briefly to remove his own shoes, but quickly as a fox.  Like a clockwork, he continued where he left, back to hungrily pursuing your lips. You parted and watched your lower lip leave gradually from his soft bite. You smiled at him and began to trace kisses on his neck.

He closed his eyes and revelled from your touch. He then carried you over to your bare dinner table and hurriedly pulled your dress up, exposing your lacy underwear, while you helped him pull his shirt off exposing his pale chest. You pinched your lip, stared at him for a moment, all pleased to see him bare.

“What?” he nervously asked.

“Just thinking how I’ve always fancied seeing my neighbor naked come to a reality” you tilt your head, while your eyes remain focused on his chest.

“What a coincidence, I was thinking the same” he finally realized that you had a zipper on the back and pulled it down a bit.

“Careful, this one’s from Lanvin” you alerted him. He obediently followed and carefully pulled it down your waist. You gently pushed it away and threw it on the carpet.

“Wouldn’t it be cool if you had your dress in Versace?” you laughed at his remark.

“Oh, so you could sing that Bruno Mars song? Kinky”

He chuckled at your retort. You then realized how charming he looks up close, his gums flashed before you as he grinned.

“Uhuh…” and just like that he swiftly changed from cute charming to a seductive one, as he shifted his position and watched you react to his finger pressed beneath your cloth that was keeping a barrier between your skin down below and his fingertips. “You’re wet”

You breathed at the sensation and nodded “You know for a neighbor, you are pretty friendly. Yet I never get to know your name” you whispered in his ears and unbuckled his belt. You help him pull down his pants from your seat.

He smiled, seeing you fairly repay his effort by finding your hands gently brushing his length beneath the fabric of his underwear.

“Yoongi” he replied, a bit groaning. You felt his flaccid length grow stiff at your touch.

You turn to look at it, then his eyes “Y/N” you smiled as you pulled it down and began stroking it bare. Nice and slow.

“Nice to meet you… God… that’s it” he shut his eyes and breathed, as he unclasped your bra and began cupping your breasts.

“Nice to meet you too Yoongi…” he opened his eyes, his right hand shifted to lick his fingertip and stick it between your lacy fabric down to your nub, brushing it quickly yet soft.

“That’s… yes…” you shut your eyes at the sudden contact. You were sensitive. “You know we are 3 steps away from my bedroom, why don’t we continue from there?” you gave him a peck on his lips and pulled his hand away from you. You jumped out from the table and waited for him to follow you to your bedroom door.

He just stood for a while and watched you slip your panty down, he gulped at the sight and immediately followed.

——

“Yoongi!” your toes curled, as he pulled you even closer to him. You heard him growl a little underneath you. His hands under your butt cheeks, caressing it gently while he sticks his tongue out for a taste. Seeing stars was underrated, if you must describe how wonderful his tongue techniques were when you are receiving him.

“Yeah, that’s pretty” He parted and licked what’s left of you on his lip while watching you shiver beneath him, slowly coming undone. You lost count how much you orgasm with his tongue alone. He then pushed two fingers in you and slowly stroked it in and out, and watched you unfold for the nth time to his touch.

God, you almost forgot that he’s been pleasing you for almost an hour that you forgot to return the favor. “Yoongi, stop… lie down” you gently pushed him to the side, letting him relax on his back, and began rubbing his length.

“Y/N, it’s okay. I want in” he stopped you before your mouth received him.

“Right now? You sure?” you asked, as he chuckled at the query.

“I’m fully erect, Y/N. What’s there to be unsure of? Lie down…” he commanded, and you gladly obliged.

“The condom is on the bed side table, first drawer on the left.” You pointed. He opened the drawer, and found one. He gently opened the golden foil as you helped him pull the rubber out and placed it on him.

He moaned to the cool sensation “Mmm…” he placed both your ankles on each side of his shoulder as he slowly moved inside of you.

You shut your eyes and opened your mouth wide, surprised to feel something fairly sizable and immense. He rests for a second, letting you adjust to him.

“You okay?” he asked worriedly.

“I’m tough, and I like it rough” you panted.

He chuckled momentarily, but his face turned earnest when he began to thrust inside of you slowly. From a steady placid pace, it gradually accelerated, penetrating deeper into you as he moved further. He wasn’t just hitting your sweet spot, he was unearthing everything within you. To say you’re pleased is an understatement, he definitely did more than that. “God!” he started to move fast to an inconsistent pace and finally came.

You followed.

He pulled out, and rested on your chest.

You gulped and found your throat dry from all that just happened “Want something to drink?” you sat on your side of the bed.

“No more scotch, just water. Know what? Fuck it” he pulled you back to the bed. Swiftly changed his soiled rubber to a new one. He took another condom from your bed side table and immediately entered back into you.

Turns out, the night ended unexpectedly great.

——

🎵 Love me special… love me special… love me special🎵

Your alarm resonated all over your apartment. “Alexa, stop” you commanded, as you shift from your bed and was surprised to see a motionless body you don’t recognize on the other side of your bed.

You slapped your forehead upon realizing who it was on the other end. Your little neighbor crush, now with a name: Yoongi. The song continued to play, stirring the stranger from his sleep “Nngh” he lazily scratched his neck in annoyance.

“Alexa, stop the alarm!” you exclaimed, blinking at the thought of rousing him further from his slumber. You didn’t want the idea of little chit-chats on the morning after sex.  You disliked being demanded to answer questions like “how did I get here?” or “was sex good?”and etc., conversation like those are a total drag.

Regardless who it was, whether it was one night stand or a regular fuck buddy. You wanted to casually forget it by the day, then crave for it during the night. It is how you put up with stress from your work. You separate your professional life to your personal life, that’s how you endure having to face bullshit for years.

He turned around to see you put your clothes back. “Oh shit” he shut his eyes the moment his memories stirred him from his stupor.

“Morning. Look, I’ll go ahead? I’ll be late for work. You can stay as long as you like… but not too long… Whatever, just, don’t forget to take all your things on the way. I know where you live so don’t do anything funny” you put on your bra and underwear then quickly move to your open rack to take your satin robe with you to your bathroom.

“Wine” he sluggishly replied.

“I’m sorry?” you asked, you peered from the wall separating the bedroom and the baths.

“You were playing ‘Wine’. I made that.” He snickered lazily.

“Made what? Wine, this song?” you pointed to your speaker “It’s sung by a girl named Suran? Wait, are you still drunk? I have Tylenol inside the drawer– ” he smiled at the thought of you being kind and considerate. He then shook his head.

“No, I meant I produced that. I’m glad you like it enough to make it your alarm” he pulled down the duvet, exposing his bare chest. He sat up, but the brightness from your window made Yoongi squint his eyes.

“What are the odds”  you chuckled, but only for a while, because when you took your phone and typed in the song on your search bar you found his name, well his other name that is.

“Suga? Are you Suga? Who named you that?” you smiled, as you turned away from him towards your shower but stopped midway.

“You produced a song for Jimin?! THE Park Jimin? the famous idol? The one who won KMA, MAMA, and Daesang… you made those songs?” you swiped further and saw a ‘breaking news’. You narrated it out loud “Look, you know about this? ‘Park Jimin just married his long time non-celebrity girlfriend’…” then paused. You remember the conversation you had with him last night, suddenly grasping and putting things together “Shit, she’s the ex, isn’t it?” you went back to face him, waiting for his response.

“Yeah” Yoongi sat up, eyes still listless. “Isn’t it Dispatch worthy?” he asked sarcastically.

“No,” you replied dryly.  “You know what is?” you rested your arm on the doorway from your bathroom and watched him react “Park Jimin, has a piercing on his left nipple. That’s why you never see him wear a fitted shirt” you raised one of your eyebrows and smiled.

His eyes, which looked formerly lethargic, became wide and lively.

“Wait, what? How? When?” he opened his mouth in shock.

“He was still a rookie then I guess? Anyway it’s been years… and was very single at that… He loves that left nipple a lot, you know? That he came by too soon. He wasn’t that great to be honest, you were better, well more than better to be precise… and I guess that’s what made your ex regret her life decisions?” you shrugged as you watched him laugh hard at your remark. “So don’t be too bummed, okay? You were definitely better, and you deserve the best out there” you smiled and left him there on your bed.

“Thanks” he spoke softly as he watched you close the bathroom door.

That was the very first time you talked with someone you slept with, the morning after. And  the funny thing is, you never regret doing so.

——

You didn’t want to come, but you have to, it was such a horrible position to be sitting beside your now ex-best friend while you two try to remain professional at work.

It was the first time you weren’t left with a sticky note with a smiling face, nor placed a freshly brewed coffee for her, first thing in the morning on her desk. You were both working fine, but the relationship was beyond repair.

That night after work, you found Yoongi waiting in line to get a cup of java in one of your favorite cafes.

“Hey neighbor” he smiled. “Fancy meeting you here?”

“Well I was on the way home. Then I saw you. Have you eaten dinner?” you asked, you went beside him on the line.

“Is that an invitation or are you asking me out?” he squinted his eyes towards you, as you rolled your eyes.

“It’s the former. I thought it’s around dinner time by now, maybe we could share a meal? There’s a promo on one of the restaurants nearby…” you took your phone out to show him a copy of an electronic voucher they were giving for free online.

“Sure, I like promotions. The ones that don't require me to shell out a lot” he remained stoic, despite genuinely liking the idea of cutting regular priced foods.

“Exactly” you winked at him.

——

You brought him to a BBQ place, and saw him turn ecstatic to see them actually serving Kobe Wagyu Beef.

“I must admit, you know the perfect places to eat” he affirmed.

“Of course, I’m very particular in choosing my meat” you stared at him for a second, as he watched you chew a piece, your eyes still fixated on him. He gulped.

“Wanna come over to my place, after?” he asked.

——

UPDATE: Chapter 2 is HERE!

[young-dumb-and-vaccinated]

The Sommelier (Hannigram x Female!Reader) pt. 17

Hannibal teaches y/n a useful skill.

@dovahdokren @lov3vivian @deadman-inc-bikeshop

Trigger warnings: use of firearms, discussion of firearms, violence

“So where are we off to next?” You asked, following Will around the office. “Are we questioning this Rachel woman, or are we going straight to the church?” 

Will sighed. “Jack and I are going to the church. I’m calling Hannibal to come pick you up.”

“What?” You spat in utter disbelief. “What the hell happened to taking him down together?” 

“You’ve already been more help than we could ask for.” Will explained. “This is the end of the line for you. We--”

He cleared his throat and looked down. “I can’t bear to see you get hurt.” 

“That’s sweet and everything, but,” You folded your arms. “You really think someone is going to hurt me in broad daylight in a megachurch?” 

“Well, somebody stabbed you in broad daylight in a restaurant, and that person just happened to come from this megachurch.” Will rationalized. “So, yes. I wouldn’t say it’s out of the question.” 

“So that’s it, you’re just going to pass me off to Hannibal?” You threw up your arms. “Look, I had enough of this growing up with divorced parents.” 

“Angel,” Will soothed, running a gentle hand down your arm. “Please. I’m begging you, think on this for just a minute and try to see why I don’t want you on this particular excursion?” 

You thought on it for a minute. “Churches do kind of trigger me.”

“I saw how tense you got when that woman said she’d kicked her daughter out of the house for dating a girl. I understand, dealing with people who remind you of Chase is going to trigger you.” Will whispered. “Have you even taken any time to work on healing?” 

“I could say the same to you.” You disputed. “You killed a woman and then came face-to-face with her mother. Why aren’t you trying to work through that?” 

“That’s different.” He blurted out. “That’s my job.” 

“Sure.” You snipped. “I have to take time to work through my PTSD, but you don’t. Got it.” 

“If you go home with Hannibal now, I promise I will...” He hesitated to finish the sentence. “I’ll work on my issues too. Cross my heart.” 

“Oh, I will absolutely hold you to that.” You pointed at him. “And I’m telling Hannibal you said that.” 

Will immediately regretted making that promise and it was obvious from his expression. “Please don’t.” 

“I am absolutely going to do that.” You said, in a way in which he couldn’t tell if you were kidding or not. 

Hannibal opened the passenger’s door for you and greeted you with a kiss. He could tell you were feeling off after only a few seconds. 

“Why so sad, my indulgence?” He asked, pulling out of the parking lot. “Don’t tell me you enjoy Will’s company more than mine?” 

“What? No.” You shook your head. “No way.” 

“You can tell me what’s on your mind, love.” He assured you. 

You sighed and rested your head on the window. “Will doesn’t want me to help on the investigation anymore.” 

“I don’t see why he should.” Hannibal agreed. “You’re tracking down the man who tried to kill you, and he’s tracking down the man who tried to kill his lover. Both of you are far too close to the situation and your mental health will suffer for it. But, in the end, it’s Will’s job.” 

“I know.” You conceded. 

“That, and,” Hannibal continued. “Will is a trained professional under the supervision of other trained professionals. He’s far less likely to get hurt.” 

“I get it.” You groaned and rolled your eyes. “At the end of the day, he’s the action hero and I’m the damsel in distress.” 

“Darling,” Hannibal scolded. “You know our situation isn’t so black-and-white. You know the investigation couldn’t have worked without you.” 

“I know.” You pouted. “I just wanted the final blow, y’know? I think I deserve to finish the job.” 

Hannibal went quiet for a moment. When you came to a stoplight, he turned his gaze to you. “You want to be more proactive in your safety.” 

“Would be nice.” You shrugged. 

“I wasn’t asking.” Hannibal corrected. “You do want to be more proactive. It’s why you have a firearms license in your wallet and a handgun in your car. It’s also why you were looking up hunting equipment last night while you were on the phone with Freddie Lounds.” 

You swallowed. Every word in the English language escaped you. He was right. You never saw the appeal of guns until you lived alone. Even though a "gun owner" was technically what you were, you didn't want to associate yourself with the jingoistic, hyper-masculine culture affixed to the term. You were just a woman who kept a gun in her car and had all the proper licensing and registration for it. Nothing wrong with that. So why did it have you feeling so defensive? 

You lowered your head. “I’m sorry.” 

“For?” 

“Lying about Freddie Lounds.” You finished. “I don’t know why I felt the need to lie about that, in hindsight-” 

“I understand.” Hannibal cut you off. “You were just doing what you felt needed to be done. Will would have done the same.” 

He was right again. 

“Ambitious of you to select a shotgun as your weapon of choice.” Hannibal observed. “At the risk of sounding like a chauvinist, I have to ask. Do you know how to use one?” 

“No.” You admitted. “It was just a power fantasy, I guess. All I know is that you can blast a guy’s head off with one.” 

Without a word, Hannibal took an abrupt turn. 

“Isn’t your place that way?” You asked, pointing in the opposite direction. 

“Do you have your license on you now?” He asked. 

“Of course I do, why?”

“Because we’re going to make your power fantasy a reality.” He answered.

Soon enough, you pulled up to a large hunting store with a shooting range attached. 

“Go in and pick out something you like.” Hannibal instructed, reaching for his wallet. “I’ll be waiting for you at the range and I can teach you how to use it.” 

He offered you one of his shiny metal credit cards. When you didn’t immediately take it, he pushed it closer to you. 

“I just got a thousand dollars from Freddie Lounds.” You pushed his hand away. “I can pay for it.” 

“You deserve something much nicer than only a thousand dollars can buy you.” Hannibal’s voice hardened. 

“So then I’ll buy something more than a thousand dollars and use your credit card to make up the difference.” You offered. 

“No.” Hannibal said, sternly. “I will buy you a nice gun and plenty of ammo, and you will save your thousand dollars for when you open your own restaurant.” 

“How did you-” You objected. 

He cut you off. “Will isn’t very good at keeping secrets, dear. Take it.” 

You laughed uncomfortably. “Hannibal, if you don’t put that credit card away I will bite your finger off.” 

His thin lips curled into a cunning smile. He offered you his other hand. “Bite away, darling.”  

You wordlessly snatched the card from his hand. 

“Oh, pity.” Hannibal feigned disappointment. “Did I call your bluff?” 

You tucked the card away in your pocket. You leaned in as if you were going to give him a kiss on the cheek, but playfully nipped at his earlobe. 

"Remind me to give you a little special attention when the lesson is up." He whispered, his hand clutching your arm.

You made sure to walk away slowly, rolling your hips with every step.

You entered the store, feeling overwhelmed and significantly less confident than you did while shopping for guns online.

An employee approached you. You mentally prepared yourself for whatever sexist comment he was about to hurl at you. But somebody must have taught this particular associate that being a misogynist prick doesn't sell guns.

"Anything I can help you find, ma'am?"

Your mouth ran before your brain. "I'd like to buy a gun, please."

"Well, you've come to the right place." The employee smiled. "What kind of gun are you looking for?"

"A shotgun." You corrected.

"Well, we have plenty of makes and models to choose from." He clapped his hands together and led you to a wall lined with shotguns. "Any specifics in mind?"

"I guess I just want something simple enough to use." You scratched the back of your head. "My boyfriend is taking me skeet shooting this weekend so I don't have time to learn all the complicated mechanics."

"So skeet?" The man put his hands down on the counter and looked deep in thought. He turned around and pulled one off the shelf. "I'd recommend this CZ over-under. It's a good place to start."

He offered it to you. Your eyes widened and your first instinct was to refuse.

He looked at you with confusion. "How are you gonna shoot anything if you don't hold it?"

You shook off your nerves and took the gun in your hands. It was a little heavy, and tilted near the stock. You looked at it as if it were a beautiful but deadly venomous tropical snake.

"Over-under's are the working man's shotgun." The employee said. "Or, woman, as it were."

You held it up to your shoulder like you saw in movies and felt a strange rush of exhilaration pulsing through your body.

"It's nice, right?" He asked. "And you can get to the trigger okay?"

"I'll take it." You said. "And some bullets, please."

"Now we're cooking with gas." He answered, a big smile on his face. "Let's get you rung up."

The fact that he didn't even stop to notice that the name on your license didn't match the name on the credit card only emphasized your country's need for stricter gun control laws. Even if the lack of such laws benefitted you in that moment, the ease of the process killed you a little.

The total came up to just under a thousand dollars. You couldn't bring yourself to spend more than you planned to, even if it was Hannibal's treat. You already felt weird about using Hannibal's money, let alone so much of it.

The employee saw you out with a friendly "happy skeeting" and you set off to meet Hannibal at the range.

"There you are, love." He greeted you. He had removed his suit coat and tie, and rolled the sleeves of his dress shirt up to his elbows.

For a split second, you completely forgot about the gun and were overtaken by the need to fuck him. You quickly regained control of yourself. "Yeah. I found something."

"I should hope so." He said, beckoning to you from the stall. "Come now. Let me show you what to do."

You stood in front of the booth, ears and eyes protected. At the end of the long booth was a paper target. Hannibal positioned himself behind you. He took your hand in his and guided it to the stock wrist.

"Wrap your fingers around here, like this." He instructed, his dark, accented voice shaking you to your core. "Now extend your finger to reach the trigger. Yes, that's it."

"Now place your other hand on the fore-end and hold the end of the stock against your shoulder."

The way he shaped your body, positioned your limbs felt almost alarmingly natural. He wasn't just indulging your power fantasy, he was directing it.

"Cheek against the stock, love." He instructed. "The gun is an extention of you. You must hold it firmly and give it support. You move with it, it moves with you."

He rummaged through the shopping bag and pulled out a package of shells. "Are you ready to shoot it, darling?"

"I think I should probably load it first." You said, nervously.

"Well that should take us no time at all." Hannibal approached with two 12 gauge shotshells. "Go ahead and engage the break lever right at the edge of the barrel."

When the gun suddenly bent in half, your first thought was that you'd broken it. Hannibal handed you the two shells and watched you timidly slide one into each barrel.

You felt yourself shaking and your palms were damp with sweat. You swallowed. "I don't know if I can do this."

"Were you afraid the first time you drove a car?" Hannibal raised an eyebrow.

"Cripplingly." You nodded. "I was so scared I didn't take my foot off the brake the whole time."

"But now driving comes just as naturally to you as walking." Hannibal smiled comfortingly. He placed his hands over yours and returned you to the shooting position. On one side, the cold stock rested against your cheekbone. On the other, Hannibal's hot breath grazed against your skin. "It just takes some getting used to."

Your finger squeezed the trigger and the massive projectile exploded from the gun. The stock pushed back into your shoulder, making you stumble backwards into Hannibal.

"Holy shit!" You exclaimed. "That's got some serious recoil. Is it supposed to do that?"

Hannibal chuckled and took a step back, giving you a little space. "Yes, darling. Now go ahead and fire off the next shot."

Your eyes widened. "Okay."

"Remember, you move with the gun, you don't fight the gun." He instructed. "It's more afraid of you than you are of it."

You squeezed the trigger again, this time fully expecting the recoil. The shot fired, and this time it hit the target.

You hopped in delight. "Holy shit I actually got one!"

"All it takes is a little getting used to." Hannibal stroked your hair. "Now unload the shotgun shells and let's go again."

[tarithenurse]

Spark - 24

Fandom: Enn Enn no Shōbōtai / Fire Force. Pairing: Shinmon Benimaru x fem!reader. Content: Lack of proper terms for clothes (I think). Fluff. Feels. Lots of angst. A/N: Here ya go, darlings! Feel free to ASK (or reblog) for tag – in fact: always reblog. Thanks to those who have already <3

24. From the ashes

…   Reader   …

Something hard and jagged prevents you from resting. It’s digging into your thigh and what first was pure numbness is growing into an unyielding pain. Finally admitting defeat, you open your eyes to see what’s causing the offending sensation, but it’s forgotten the moment you notice the shimmery light.

At first, it seems to be far away and only the visible simple due to the magnitude. But then you blink. Woah. Funky. In reality, the glow is from a small beetle which seems oddly familiar about a hand from your nose.

And then everything comes roaring back, filling your brain with images that you wish only belonged in nightmares rather than memories. People, children and adults alike, swallowed by flames that twist their skulls and stretch their limbs; the echoing shrieks twisting from pain to despair to hunger. Somewhere in between it all, there’s an intermezzo where fire fills everything, blocking out any other sensation than fear.

A fear that’s still roiling in your guts and clawing its way up your throat until only a fraction of it lands on the beetle that’s waving its antennae towards you. It clicks as if offended (though more likely disgusted) and tries to free the legs one by one to get away.

If it escapes...

Benimaru (and others) have called you stubborn. You’ve learned not to give up because giving up meant allowing yourself to get caught and you weren’t naïve enough to think that the only punishment for that was to see your parents’ faces and sorrow over the little sister you had lost. No. It would’ve meant landing yourself in this exact situation – even if it was nothing but a fearful conspiracy at first.

Now, you know better and realize that the stubbornness has changed.

Now, you twist on the jagged ground, pulling yourself forward by hands and elbows to drag your leg free from a slab of concrete. The dead weight threatens to hold your hostage, squeezing onto your foot with cruel determination. It would be easy to give in to it – to lie down and claim the rest your body is screaming for – but the beetle is moving faster than you are, having spent the time wisely while you fought with gravity, mass, and your own mind.

It can’t be called a scream, the sound that begins deep in your chest and works its way up and out as the strain of muscles constrict around your lungs. You don’t feel the way the nails scrape and break against the sooty floor, just like the muted pop from a strained joint goes ignored save for the tears of relief the moment the ruins let go.

The thud of your palm slamming down doesn’t conceal the satisfying crunch of an exoskeleton being crushed. Shards of concrete dig into your skin and you’ve never welcomed them as much as now.

“Got you, fucker,” you swear, voice hoarse but seething with a new sensation: revenge.

One down. Time to find the rest.

...  Joker  ...

There’s no reason to talk. Not yet, at least. All the men can do for now is to search through the rubble methodically, each covering a half of the space ahead of them while pretending that the odds aren’t stacked against them. He must have realized. But even the lanky man doesn’t have it in him to give up yet, wishing instead to extend the blind hope for just a bit longer. She’s stronger than we give her credit for, but...

“[Y/N]!” Benimaru’s deep voice fills the darkness, briefly fooling his friend in need to think the search is over. “[Y/N]! [Y/N]!” the captain yells, a crackle of desperation breaking through.

Dust and small debris falls from the ceiling as if startled by the sound. It’s a miracle the place hasn’t caved in already and Joker’s about to shut up the normally quiet man when he hears it. Or...? No...it must’ve been an echo.

But then it’s there again: something more akin to a cough has come from the farthest side of the new cavern.

“-maru?”

As if they had planned it, the men each let lose a roaring blaze, licking against the uneven surface above and cast deep, jagged shadows that dance in the white-hot air. Dust is fanned by the invisible wave, split into streams as obstacles loom in the path only to be caught against nothing a few feet from a mess of a woman.

Arm raised as if holding a shield, [Y/N] is leaning against the remains of a wall. Apparently she’s just clambered over it, but how she has managed is a mystery. She’s barely standing! Swaying dangerously, blood seeping from the nose and countless cuts and scrapes, not even the dirt and bruises can hide the fact that the usual lustre of her skin is gone. The only parts of the woman that seems somewhat alive are her eyes glow with a deep crimson a few seconds longer before that too disappears with a blink.

Not a blink.

Benimaru moves faster than Joker can think, suddenly skidding to a halt right before the supposed damsel in distress, catching her effortlessly as her legs give out and she tumbles towards the ground.

...  Benimaru  ...

“I’ve got you,” he whispers.

It’s impossible to tell if [Y/N] has heard him, her body limp against the captain’s. There’s no time to worry about decency as Benimaru quickly inspects her for serious injuries – a task that’s all too easy, though, as the once-faded-now-flambéed jumpsuit has been torn to the extend that it barely can hold on to her frame. Finding nothing too obvious (health wise), Benimaru shrugs off the dark-blue kimono shirt to wrap around her.

“We’re gonna get you out of here.”

A slow groan precedes the answer. “Wh- not yet...” [Y/N] can barely keep her eyes open. “Imma k-ki-ick their...asses.”

It’s Joker’s startled laugh that breaks the silence, earning him a confused frown from the dazed woman until he explains. “There’s no one left here.”

“He’s right, [Y/N],” Benimaru agrees, suddenly reconsidering what might have caused all the destruction, “so let’s get you fit for fight before round two.” His entire world consists of this woman as she looks up at him with a tiny smile, asking if they’re going home. “Haï. Home to Konro and the twins. Home to Asakusa.”

“Just give...give me five minutes to rest,” she demands, eliciting a new laugh, “then I’ll be on my feet.”

Not with that leg, you won’t. “Will you let me carry you until you’re okay to walk?” It’s the closest he can get to arguing with her stubbornness right now. “It’d be good to get out of here before the whole thing collapses.”

The chagrin is obvious in her face although it’s softened by fatigue. “Fine.”

With a bit of help from Joker, [Y/N] gets settled for a piggyback ride, her chin resting on her would-have-been rescuer’s shoulder with a content sigh.

“For the record,” she mumbles as the last of her energy has been used, “you don’t have to knock me out this time.”