#in order for me to feel less intimidated in putting them out and trying to get back into drawing after a long break

[ponyaday]

can you draw raincurl and streaky together? they're from g1 and are some of my favorite g1 ponies. they're from the rainbow curl set. thank you

apologies for the wait! here they are in all their rainbow glory.

[xitsensunmoon]

Hiii it's me again!

I was wandering... Has the donor ever snapped and told the vampires to leave? I'm picturing their reactions as different depending on what time in their relationship it happens but...y/n yelling at them to just LEAVE (after an argument or just when they are fed up and miserable bc of their presence alone) and never come back and one or both of them (physically or with words?) threatening them with "do you think you are the one in control? Or that you have a choice and can order us around?". And the donor is just "do it. I don't care anymore" leaning to their claws??? This is my brairot talking btw so bare with me if it doesn't make sense, but would something like that happen? What would S&M reactions be? I'm very much curious 👁️👄👁️

When tugged at both sides, anyone would snap. You can't exactly afford them to leave, as much as you want them to, your headache would only get bigger. So the furthest you'll go is to order them to leave you alone or leave the house.

When you finally do, the first thing you see on their faces is mostly surprise, somehow neither of them expected your patience to thin this fast. And to your own surprise, they'd concede, maybe with some reluctance, but it would be awfully quiet in the house for the next week or so, to a point of being unnerving.

That's when you realise that maybe, just maybe, you should try to be bolder. To take your own space back, as much as you can.

You'd feel around, walking on eggshells, just to find out that in a lot of things your now housemates don't even mind you to take the lead. If anything, your newly gained liveliness and confidence almost made them seem less intimidating. The knife-like sharpness of their eyes and grins didn't change, but now you somewhat knew how to handle it.

But then you make the same mistake Sun and Moon did with you - push on the wrong button. And even with both vampires towering over you, throwing threats, something clicks.

Have they ever followed through with any of their implied threats? And more importantly -

Would you want to find out if they do?

OK lmao that did not answer your question in any way BUT to be fair it's very difficult to answer djjajd

At the very start you wouldn't be brave enough to, and your attempt to regain control by trying to demand they do as you say would be laughed at, oh what a silly little thing.

When you have known each other for a little while, they'd become just a teeny tiny bit more mindful of how they go about interacting with you, the stakes getting higher the closer you three get.

They are all bark no bite type of guys, despite having done plenty of demonstrating of what they're capable of, never directly hurting you. It does take a while for you to realise that.

But yeah if reader does end up calling them out on said fact as in your example, putting yourself in danger willingly, that's a clear case of you actually finally winning. Both Sun and Moon would be quite distressed by your actions, silently yanking their hand away from you. Moon would angrily grumble something, hurrying to leave the room, while Sun would stand there for a moment with a blank face, before firmly stating "I count on you never doing anything this stupid ever again, yes?" and hesitantly leaving as well.

I doubt they would ever snap back at you when you're distressed, unless they are too.

[midnight-mourning]

DCA Promptober Day 9: Off-Limits

Had an idea in mind for this one, then @soupdweller pretty much solidified it for me with this piece of art. Hope you enjoy!

Word count: 1868

Content warning: non graphic depicitions of death, obsessive behavior if you squint really really hard, reader discresion is advised

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You wish you were taller. Maybe not super tall, and certainly not eight or nine feet tall, but a couple inches you think would be nice. A couple inches could potentially make you feel a bit less, small, in this situation. 

The Daycare Attendant looms over you, that cartoonish grin and dead eyes certainly not helping your nerve. You swallow. You were not going to let him intimidate you, you were not going to let him intimidate you-

"Friend."

"Sun," Your voice is more squeaky than you'd ever like it to be, you clear your throat, "Can I get past you, please?"

His rays click sharply to one side, "I'm afraid not. This area is off-limits."

"I, understand that, but it's also my job as a guard to check that everything is in order-"

He moves suddenly, bending down so that your faces are now inches apart, he tilts his head, "Off. Limits."

You have it in you to get a little annoyed then. You don't really know the Attendant all that well, and from what you've heard from other staff he's usually pretty friendly and even a bit, oblivious. 

This was not that. 

From the moment you'd met he'd been off-putting, a little creepy, and in a way, hostile to you and everything you did. You almost wondered if it was a work hours vs after hours thing, but whenever anyone else was around he had that chipper persona. It was just with you that there was a problem. 

"What's in there that's such an issue?" You ask, trying to peer around him, ignoring the way his 'pupils' seem to shift and watch you, "Last I checked the Plex doesn't have any big secrets. Not any that I as a guard wouldn't know about at least."

It's hard to tell what's back there, mainly because of the near blinding light coming from the doorway to contrast with the darkened space you're currently standing in. And from what you remember, it was all just storage space. One of the bigger ones to your understanding. Actually, how'd the Attendant even get over here? You don't remember there being another entrance to this location. And furthermore, why is he-

"That," He puts a hand on your shoulder, "Is not," You're shoved backward, "Your concern."

Okay, now you're irritated, "For the last time, this is my job. Last I checked, you're the Daycare Attendant, and I'm the security guard. So, you can either move out of my way, or I make you move."

Sun stands upright again, clasping his hands in front of him, "You can try."

"Why do you even care? Why are you even over here?" You point your finger at him now, "You know, you've been honestly kind of a jerk to me since I started, and I'm kind of sick of it. I've never done anything to you!"

A click. You continue. 

"I have tried to be nothing but kind and considerate, I don't stay in your space too long, I wave when I see you, I compliment your art and yet you've been nothing but cold, impassive, and downright rude."

The Attendant is stock still and frankly, you don't care.

"What did I do to deserve this, huh? What made you decide I was going to be the target of your just, straight vitriol toward me?" You throw your hands up, then slap them against your legs. 

Your breathing is heavy now. But at least you've said your peace. 

It's then that the bot laughs, not the reaction you were expecting. For some reason, it sends a chill down your spine.

He takes a step closer, then another. It gives you an idea as he once more bends down to your level. 

"What you've done?" Several rapid clicks of his rays turning to the right, "You want to know what you've done-"

You quickly sidestep him, darting inside, "Maybe some other time! Let's say after my patrol, how's that?"

He makes a loud sound then, which you take as merely mild frustration. Something that in hindsight, was a mistake on your part. You snickered, served him right. You were just trying to do your job.

The storage room was a lot bigger than you were expecting. Grander. Many aisles of boxes piled to the high ceiling on either side of you, along the backwall, and is that a connecting room behind? Geez, why is this area not patrolled more often? Seems like there's a lot of stuff to grab, regardless of there seeming to just be the one entrance. 

You think you've lost Sun, for now anyway. If he catches up to you again it's not like he can do anything except complain. The thought instantly peeves you. 

You're nearing one of the back corners of this front room now, deciding to radio back to the main office, "Hey, working on the last bit of my route, there a reason we don't check this storage room more routinely?"

"We don't.... manpower.... -eople have... -ssing. Wasn't supposed... -your route. -ou should probably-.... -here." Is the response you receive.

You frown, speaking into the device again, "Hey, you're cutting out super bad, could you repeat that?"

All you get is more garbled static as a response. You shrug it off. Must be a dead zone near this room. Annoying, but that's life.

There's a smell in here, you're realizing. And it's not dust, even though there's quite a lot of that. It's decay. 

And the closer you get to that back corner, the stronger is gets. 

Now, a normal person would say fuck it, and call a custodian to deal with whatever poor animal had gotten in here and died. And maybe on a different night, you would have done that. But for some reason, that wasn't the decision you were going to make for tonight.

You round the corner and find-nothing. Just some more boxes. But god that smell is strong now. You're getting ready to turn around and high tail it out of there, when you notice that there's something sticking out from the corner, between where the boxes on either wall collide. 

You don't need to get a closer look to confirm what it is, but you do. 

You can only stare on in complete and utter disbelief. 

Yup. That is indeed a shoe. Attached to a foot, attached to a dead body-a dead security guard's body-which you're 99% sure is what you were smelling. 

The surprising part of all this was exactly how many dead bodies were stuffed into that corner. All in various states of decay. 

"I warned you."

You jump, whipping around to find Sun staring at you. Somehow, the blank look in his eyes is more unreadable than ever before. You swear there's like, a shimmer to optics. Kind of, purplish. But your eyes are probably playing tricks on you.

Your instant reaction is to pray, but you think it's a little late for that. Your second reaction is to beg. 

Your voice wavers as you speak, hands up defensively, "Pl-please don't, don't, hurt me..."

"Hurt you? Oh no no no, sweet thing. I'd never want to hurt you," Sun tuts, his words have a softness you've never witnessed before, "I'll admit I haven't done the best job of showing it, but I do care."

In your shock of it all, you can just stand there, fear dissipating just slightly while blinking a few times, "Excuse me?"

He goes off on his own little tangent, starting to pace as he speaks more to himself than to you, "Believe me, coming to terms with the idea that you of all people would catch my interest wasn't, easy, but I think I've been dealing with it to the best of my ability," He turns to you, hands together, "And now, you've made this entire process that much simpler!"

"...Simpler how?" You're still processing the dead people thing; you aren't even comprehending the idea that Sun likes you. 

"Well, now we can so spend time catching you up to speed," Sun tilts his head, tone eerily cheering as his eyes lift into crescents, "You didn't think you could leave now, did you?"

You bolt.

You try to remember how you got back here, which ways to turn to get back to the front. Given you're kind of freaking out right now, it's not easy.

Sun's behind you, somewhere. Sure you can hear him; those bells were loud on top of the mechanical clinks and whirls his limbs emit as he follows after you. The problem is that he's eight feet tall and you can only run so damn fast. 

You find the entrance. The door's shut.

"Shit. Shit, come on," You fumble for your keycard, shaking hands swiping it through the card reader. 

"Access denied. Access denied. Access denied."

You hear Sun a few aisles over, "Ah, ah, ah. Leaving so soon? After you worked so hard to get in here?"

You curse under your breath as he continues.

"And really, to not bother to listen after I told you to stay is really, quite, rude," From the sounds of it, he's now where you just were, and seemed to be expecting you to still be trying to get out, having the gull to be annoyed about it, "Well there goes that dramatic reveal."

You don't know where you're running but you realize you're going to need to find a destination soon, because you're going to eventually run out of stamina. And Sun will not. 

A hiding place. You need a hiding place. 

"I put in a lot of effort to keep this from you, Starshine," Sun says to the empty space, "Spare you from this thing, that I've become."

There is nowhere to hide in here. It's just the same repeating rows over and over again. Could you maybe circle back? Start climbing? Just something-

"It's not a willing participation, you know. If you understood how this f̴͉̲̲̳̐̑̈́̍̀eė̴̘̽̋l̴͍̣͎̙͎̉̃ṣ̶̪̀, maybe you'd be a bit more sympathetic. Though I suppose that's a big ask."

You need to quiet your breathing, collect yourself a bit. Find another option.

You swallow, trying to calm down as you rest back against the cardboard. It sort of works. 

Until you become acutely aware of the fact that Sun is now silent. 

You strain your ears, eyes flicking back and forth to either end of the aisle. You're closer to the one on your left than the right, but you wonder if it'd be worth the risk to dash to the other side. 

Unfortunately, you don't get the chance.

You take a step away from the makeshift wall, only able to react after the fact as Sun comes from around the corner, the surprise of seeing him making your trip backwards as you spin to face him. 

He catches you, and you notice that the ribbons which usually wrap around his wrists are missing. He tricked you.

"Caught you friend~" He chuckles lightly at the joke. 

You can only look up at him with fear. His pupils are purple, you're sure of it now. He leans in, rays spinning. 

"Maybe next time you'll listen when I say something is off-limits."

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Since y'all liked reading the notes I write for Confused Spirit, here's the one I wrote for this lmao:

You can read the others here, sorry for being late with this! As you can see, she was a biggin'. Thanks for reading!

[bomber-grl]

heyyyy! :)) I love your headcanons! I thought of a cute idea :)) I was thinking how it would be like to be hiro’s twin sister and how that dynamic would be and if you’re comfortable adding it, can you add tadashi’s dynamic with hiro and the reader :)) Thank you so much! Hope you have a nice day

Hiro & Tadashi x Sibling!Reader

Pairing(s): Hiro x Twin!F!Reader, Tadashi x Sibling!f!Reader

A/n: Sorry that Tadashi’s hc is shorter than Hiros, this is the first time I’m writing for him 😭 also thought of being angsty and adding Tadashis death but decided against it, let me know if you’d like to see that though

You & Hiro

Hiro never had many friends his age growing up

It came with the territory of being too smart for his own good

His genius either intimidated others or made it impossible for him to communicate/ find shared interests with them

But you? You were a built in best friend

Even if you disagreed, fought, or even were complete opposites- he could never imagine not loving you

As cringe as that was for him to say out loud, you were his sister

You always had his back even if he was doing stupid shit, and he’ll always have yours

That’s the broad stuff, but if you’re not a kid genius like him then you’d be like the only around Hiro that’s not

It doesn’t really come up in your dynamic since Hiro couldn’t care less- especially since you’re mostly bickering about pointless stuff and going out to random places

But if you’re not really that well versed in math or science or any thing STEM then he might be shocked by it

Since he is)

I know I said that you not being a genius like him wouldn’t be a big deal but I guess it really depends on you

If you feel less than because of his accomplishments and this becomes apparent then he’d definitely address it with you

Especially if you have a more then average amount of sass in your replies to him when he’s talking to you

Also I think it’d be good to pitch in here- Cass would NEVER make you feel terrible, especially if you’re more into the arts or something else that is drastically different than what hiros into-

She’d be proud, no matter what too

If anything it’s likely stemming from insecurity

Hiro would definitely want to know what’s going on but if you’re being mean about it then he’d give some attitude back

He’d wanna comfort you but that doesn’t mean you can be shitty to him

Obviously you’re basically forced to let hiro know what’s up because he’s all up in your business

He’d feel pretty bad that you feel this way

He wouldn’t know how to outwardly react but he’d still wants to show you support

His actions change from then on too

He’d bring up your own accomplishments more often too

Now if you’re also a genius then you better believe there’s a lot of bickering going on 😭

A whole argument between the two of you over a political/scientific topic has to be put in like 0.5x speed by the average person because respectfully- what are yall saying

Especially in the beginning of the movie when Hiros “wasting” his talents bot fighting

You make your distaste for it so evident that during this period of time your and hiro were NOT friends

Even Tadashi had to calm you both down or else things would’ve gotten way out of hand

Either way you make up

You always make up

Even if it does take a little longer than usual…

You, Hiro & Tadashi

Really depends how he is towards you, and hiro by extension

Usually he’s the cool older brother you can look up to

But he could also be ever scolding and going on with a yappuccino you never ordered

Especially if you’re bickering with Hiro over something pointless

It’s honestly so annoying sometimes but you gotta listen because he honestly has some good advice sometimes

If this is a scenario where you’re pissed at Hiro wasting his talents then he’s more on your side

He doesn’t like picking sides but he does try to let Hiro know that he should do something worthwhile and something that’ll be beneficial to him long term

Then turns to you and dislikes how you tried communicating that

Even if sometimes he’s buttcheek towards you he’s the best

If you ever get in trouble with Cass or another person then he’s always there to bail you out of trouble

The same goes for hiro (obviously) and when you were younger you and Hiro would definitely fight over who got to hang out with Tadashi more

Tadashis the type of brother to be worried if you got in a fight and then celebrate that you won

Then you get an ear full about it

He keeps it a secret from Cass as long as you know why that was bad to do though

He definitely tries to feign being completely on your side about an argument occasionally just to tease hiro

Causing Hiro to roll his eyes at it and walk away, acting like he doesn’t know who you two are

Just for jokes and giggles yknow

Honestly you can’t tell me that Tadashi wouldn’t have tried embarrassing Hiro with brotherly affection on his first day of SFIT if he was there

And if you’re a genius that attends SFIT, you’d tag team him together

In the end of the day that could only ever be a fantasy for the reason we all know

[alicia-18]

Second Choice — Eminem x Reader

Summary; Y/N was used to being a second choice to everyone, so it didn’t surprise her at all when Marshall broke off their situationship in order to give things a try with Kim again. But she was surprised by the emotions that came with it.

Warnings; this fic will include mentions of domestic violence (not between Em and Y/N), drug and alcohol abuse, adult content, swearing, idiots in love, and moments where you hate both Eminem and yourself :)

Chapter Fourteen; Superman

"No, I'm not fuckin' doin' it." You protested before taking a large sip from your blue raspberry Slurpee. The blue stain the drink gave you around your lips and tongue probably diminished your intimidation, but you decided to stand your ground anyway. Stephan audibly sighed before putting his hands on your shoulders, forcing you to stare at him and not the blue eyes that was glaring over at you. 

"Baby, you're doin' it. You agreed to it back when we planned the set list, and it's too late to change it." He spoke slowly as he reiterated points he had already made four times. It was obvious he was getting frustrated at this point, but you couldn't care less in that moment. Were you being a tad bit childish? Perhaps. But your point stood that you didn't want to be near Marshall. 

"You used to perform it with him all the time." Proof tried to calm you down as he materialised beside Stephan. Your manager walked away for a moment, trying to keep his own frustrations towards you in check to remain professional. 

"Yeah but that was before-" You cut yourself off as soon as you realised what you were about to admit, which only made Proof smirk. 

"Before what?" He taunted, though gave you an innocent smile. The chances of him already knowing were high, but you weren't about to risk that. Especially because if he didn't actually know, what if you telling him made him stop talking to you? You loved the friendship you and DeShaun had built over the last few years, and he was probably one of your closest friends at this point. But who liked a married man's whore? Just the idea of Proof turning away from you made your eyes sting slightly, but you pushed the emotion away before any moisture could build up.

"Nothing." You muttered and finished your Slurpee with a frown. Proof put his hands in his pockets and rocked on his feet with a triumphant smirk. 

"You used to perform it with him best when y'all were fuckin'. So just pretend y'all are still fuckin' and it'll go great. I'm sure you can manage that for five minutes. And I'll be out there too, anytime you feel like you wanna punch him just look at me." Proof's plan did somehow bring your adrenaline down and brought logic back into the equation. He was right, of course. When you and Marshall were sleeping together, you had such a sexy and magnetic energy when on stage. The crowd ate it up and it made more people pay attention to your music. If you could just act like the you that was sleeping with him, the song would go crazy and only benefit you both. It was a worthy sacrifice, even if you wanted nothing more then to be far away from him.

"Fine. I'll do it. I can act." You went to take another sip of your drink before realising you finished it and pouted, causing a chuckle to leave Proof.

"You're obsessed with them at the minute, huh?" He nodded to your empty cup that you placed down on the nearby table. You nodded with a laugh, and ran a hand through your hair.

"Blue raspberry Slurpees and suckers are the only thing keeping me sober at the minute. They've become my new addiction." You admitted, and made a mental note to ask Stephan to get you a box of lollipops to last you for a while. 

"I still don't get why you've gone clean. You used to out drink and smoke even me." You laughed at what he reluctantly admitted and winked at him. 

"I won't be sober forever, I just want a break from it all. I keep doin' shitty things when high or drunk." Your brows frowned as you averted your eyes to your shoes, not wanting to look at your friend right now as another wave of shame washed through you. "I need to go talk to Steph anyway, I'll see ya at rehearsal." It looked like Proof was going to say something more, as a pained expression coated his face. 

He could read you pretty well after these few years, and could see how badly you were beating yourself up over your drunken night with Em. Of course Slim had told him about it, and sworn him to absolute secrecy. But he didn't view you any different, and just wished you could see you weren't the cause of any issues. Kim and Marshall were never going to work out. Kim was cheating on him left and right, they were in a severely toxic relationship that only brought the worst out in the other. But your night with Em wasn't a result of his toxic relationship. He didn't do it so he'd have something on Kim. Em told Proof it was a drunken mistake, but he knew his friends better than that. He just hoped they would stop being idiots and see it for themselves before the animosity between you both got too big to be fixed. 

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You mentally cursed the entire world as you laid yourself down on your mark whilst Em finished up a song. The part of the stage you were situated was dark enough that the crowd wouldn't be able to see you getting ready, but you could see Em's entire set. Once you were fully ready, your microphone firmly in your grip, he began speaking to the crowd. 

"Lemme talk to the ladies, I ain't spoke to them much tonight." You couldn't help but roll your eyes as the crowd screamed. It was easy to forget about just how popular Marshall was, but this sold out arena full of Slim Shady fan girls who were practically dripping just reminded you how wanted he was. He would be fine without your attention. Hell, you bet that he'd have a new girl back tonight. 

You pushed the thoughts of him in bed with a random girl away before you could think on it too hard and held the microphone to your mouth. "Superman! Save me superman, please!" You whimpered loudly, the lights finally revealing you on the stage. The crowd roared as they realised the next song and you had to fight off your smile to stay in character. The crowd was all that pushed you through this performance. You were doing this for them.

"What the fuck?" Marshall muttered in false confusion down the mic, and slid down a large pole on the stage. You tried to appear to be laying as sexily as one could lay down and continued to call for help down the microphone. After a little more crowd work, the beat to the song played and you allowed him to help you hop off the ledge you were laying on. You took a deep breath, allowing yourself to get fully into character before looking back to him with slightly lidded eyes. You moaned lightly down the microphone as you gripped his hand softly and pulled him to centre stage. 

"I know what you wanna hear." He started once you were in your spots and you turned back to him, letting your hand gently fall from his. "I know you want me baby, I think I want you too." He stared straight at you, paying no mind to the crowd and grasped your waist much gentler then the last time he had in the tour bus. 

He pulled your pelvis flush against his, maintaining eye contact which sent the crowd into a frenzy. "I think I love you baby." You sang, which was different compared to your usual music but that's why performing this song always enticed people to check out your other stuff. But staring right into Marshall's eyes whilst singing that made you feel breathless. It was fine before, as neither of you felt anything toward the other besides a mutual sexual pining. But you weren't so sure on that now. You both had fallen into this weird grey area where neither of you particularly understood how you felt for the other. 

"I think I love you too." You blanked for a second, as the intensity of his blue eyes as well as the words he so seductively spoke to you lit your entire body and soul on fire. The awful feelings you had been feeling for the last two months took a seat on the back burner as such an intense wanting flooded you. Regardless to how true his words were, hearing them from his lips made you want to believe them, even if it was just for the duration of the song.

 As you pulled yourself back together, you twisted yourself round slowly so his hands slid across your middle and eventually landed on your hips again as your ass and back pressed completely against him. You could feel the intense heat from his body, as well as the hardness of his abs. Even though this was all entirely fake, it was the hottest dancing with any man ever made you feel. Your clit practically throbbed with want as he directed your hips in a circular movement, and the moan you had to fake down the microphone came out a little too real for your liking. As his lines came to an end, your body ached with disappointment as you continued like planned.

"Oh boy you drive me crazy." You looked back at him over your shoulder, your faces so close that your hot breath mingled for a moment before he had to continue.

"Bitch you make me hurl." And just like that, his touch was no longer on you and left you feeling cold. You were sure your nipples were visible through your thin shirt as the encounter left them rock hard, but you continued just like planned. Most of your input on the song involved you breathily moaning or singing down the microphone, as well as occasionally dancing with Marshall in extremely suggestive ways. The entire performance was electric, and the obvious sexual tension between you and Em was palpable. This would have a lot of people talking, but as the crowd cheered you both on with smiles, you couldn't bring yourself to give a fuck. 

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[purplecoffee13]

‘Paranoid’* - Thin Lines Pt 5

“All day long I think of things but nothing seems to satisfy…” - Paranoid by Black Sabbath

Summary: “You go on a date with someone new, but Harry doesn’t approve.”

Wc: 4K (more or less)

Tropes: rockstar!harry x opera singer!mc

Warnings: smut, exhibitionism, possessiveness, jealousy, harry being a dick, angst, fighting

A/N: hey, here is the new update for thin lines! Although you may think it from the way this part ends, it is NOT the end! We still have one part to go…🤭

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You observed yourself in the mirror, taking a deep breath to try and stabilize the nerves you had been feeling all day. You were wearing a short black dress, paired with some Mary Jane's that you had walked on just enough for them not to kill your feet after five minutes anymore.

Jake had taken you to a beautiful fancy restaurant, and he had looked dashing in his suit. You were so incredibly nervous that before you even had the chance to order drinks you had excused yourself and fled to the bathroom.

This was your first official, proper date ever, and you had no idea how to act. Locking eyes with yourself one last time, you took a deep breath and mentally told yourself to get your fucking shit together before heading out there again.

By the time you came back, Jake had already ordered drinks for the two of you. An ice bucket containing a bottle of white wine stood next to the table, and you whispered a 'thank you' as he poured you some while you sat down across from him.

"Thanks." You said softly.

"No problem. The menu's are on their way." He responded, putting the wine bottle back in the bucket and taking a deep breath as he turned his full attention to you.

"So,"

"So..." You repeated your date, a soft chuckle falling from both of your lips. You were glad to not be the only one for whom this was quite intimidating.

"Start with the basic questions?" Jake proposed, an awkward golden retriever like smile on his face. You nodded in agreement, and waited as Jake thought of a question.

"Got any siblings?"

"Two step-brothers." You replied. Jake's brow quirks up. "But I hardly ever see them."

"Oh, does that not bother you?" He asked, genuine concern coating his words. You shrug.

"God no, if anything I'm thankful for it." You joked, but Jake didn't seem to find it funny.

"You wouldn't like a big family, then?"

Wow, wow, wow.

You stared at him, wide-eyed and unsure of what to say. How had this conversation steered towards planning a family so soon?

"I— I don't know. I've never had a very big family, it was always just me and my parents. When they divorced, and my mom re-married, it was a lot. I mean, going from being an only child to two step-brothers... it's a lot of noise. But I only lived with them for two years before moving to LA, so I don't know..." You tried to explain yourself, a bit weirded out about how invested Jake seemed to be in this. Harry would've found your joke funny; he doesn't take everything so seriously.

Wait, you shouldn't be thinking about Harry! You were on a date with Jake to forget about Harry, for God's sake. You needed to focus on your date.

And so you did, all throughout dinner you fixate your eyes on the man in front of you and tried to list all the reason why you could go on a second date with him. But unintentionally, you also compared him to Harry in every possible aspect.

Jake was sweet, but there was a lack of initiative. You found yourself disappointed at his replies, knowing Harry would've matched your wit, or understood what you were trying to say. By the time the main dish was being taken away, you were a bit tired. It felt like you have to put in a lot of effort into an attempt at a connection with this guy, especially when you knew how easy it was to have such a connection right off the bat.

You thought you must've been hallucinating when you saw a shadow that looked an awful lot like Harry pass by the window, and it made you realize how much he had been floating in your head. You weren't being fair to Jake, so you decided to round off this date as soon as possible.

"Want dessert?"

"No I'm okay, thank you." You smiled at him.

"Okay, then I'll get the check." He announced.

"We can split, if you want to." You offered, but Jake was quick to shake his head.

"Absolutely not, my treat." He assured you. Cheeks flushed, you nodded, and turned your head to look at the hallway where the restrooms are.

"D'you mind if I go to the restroom then, before we go? I see there's a bit of a line, so I could also go later if you prefer." You pointed to the hallway where about five women were waiting to enter the toilet, but Jake shrugged.

"Go, it's fine, I'll bring the car around. It's parked a bit further away so if I get it now you won't have to walk all the way there in those heels of yours." He suggested, to which you nodded. Grabbing your purse and jacket, you made your way over to the line of women. Surprisingly enough, you only had to wait a minute before it was your turn to go to the bathroom, and in two minutes you were on your way to the front door of the restaurant again.

That was until you were snatched away by someone's hand.

There was not even a possibility to shriek, as your mouth was covered in the first second that you were grabbed and pulled into a coat room. It was only when you got turned around, and spotted Harry's face in the vague light, that you weren't scared for your life anymore. You pulled his hand off your mouth, attempting to push him away from you.

"What the fuck are you doing?! Are you insane?!" You shout-whispered, heart still pounding. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears, but your anxiety from the sudden capture was slowly fading.

"I think that is a better fit question for me to ask you." He growled, pushing you against the wall between the racks full of coat hangers. You looked around you, hearing the mingling people in the restaurant, and realized that there was probably someone working here only a few feet away. "What the fuck are you doing having dinner with some random fucking guy?"

"I'm on a date!" You answered, frustrated with the fact that he was being so uptight about this.

"Yeah, and why the fuck would you do that?!" He hissed, knitted brows displaying the irritation that simultaneously showed in his tight grip on your waist. His hot breath fanning against your ear caused a totally different tension to arise in your stomach.

"Because I'm single, Harry!"

That shut him up. His face softened, and it was hard not to allow your heart to break into pieces as you witnessed that realization dawn on him. You didn't say anything as his eyes averted from you, digesting your words for a couple of seconds. And while the sound of glasses and utensils clinking against each other felt like a meteoric sting in your ears, there didn't seem to be a more deafening silence than this one.

What you didn't expect him to do was lean forward and kiss you, nor did you expect to go along with it so easily. However, at this point you shouldn't have been surprised; Harry turned your body and mind into jelly. He could do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, and it was bad, but it excited the hell out of you.

The sole thought of Harry being so jealous that he found the restaurant where you were having a date, and pulled you into the coat room to kiss you, had surged an army of butterflies to fly around in your stomach. Something, which you were aware, was absolutely not a proper and healthy reaction to a situation like this. But somehow... Harry made it hot.

And while you didn't like to admit it, you knew that the reason for that was because a part of you hoped that he would do this. You had secretly prayed in the back of your mind that he would come and get you once he realized you were something he could lose. And the fact that he was here now, kissing you and taking his hands all over your body made your cunt ache.

As if he was reading your mind—which you were quite sure at this point he was seriously capable of to some extent—he pulled up your dress and signaled for you to wrap your legs around his waist. He unbuttoned his pants, and you obeyed his wishes immediately, not wanting to waste any time. The fact that he was so incredibly hard only made you more enthusiastic. It was so wrong to have sex with Harry in the coat room while your date was outside waiting for you. Everything involving Harry was wrong... and that's what made it feel so fucking good.

"So wet for me, as always." He whispered into your ear as he entered you in one go. Your mouth hung open and a gasp left your lips, but you managed to keep quiet. The loudest sound was that of his dick thrusting into your wet pussy, with the two of you managing to stay at a surprisingly low volume.

You grabbed a handful of Harry's hair and closed your eyes as you lost yourself in the pleasure of him driving into you. The sound of footsteps and a coat hanger moving on a rack a few meters away had you squeezing Harry's shoulder. Instead of slowing down like a normal person would do, he took it as the perfect moment to pick up the speed and attach one of his fingers to your clit.

If it wasn't for the quickness of your hand that slapped over your own mouth, you would've moaned so loud that the entire restaurant probably would've heard. There was no time to glare at him, seeing as the pleasure of this devious act was getting all of your attention at the moment. Harry just smirked at you, leaning forward so his lips were next to your ear.

"If it were up to me, I'd have you take that pretty little hand off your mouth and let the entire restaurant hear how good I'm fucking you." He uttered, and you bit your lip to stifle any more moans that were threatening to escape your mouth at any moment.

"Let everyone hear how fucking desperate you are for me, and only me. Because you're mine." The question fell from his lips so confidently, that you didn't think to answer. Harry, displeased with your lack of words, accompanied his words with a hard thrust that had the tiniest whine fall from you lips. Like the devil he was, Harry continued the deep thrusts, edging you guys closer to getting caught. "Aren't you?"

Not daring to open your mouth fueled by the fear of being too loud and getting caught, you showed that you agreed with him by nodding profusely. You squeezed y(our eyes shut, a tear rolling down your cheek as you tried not to pass out from Harry's dick impaling your soaking wet pussy.

"You can say you're single all you want, but this sweet cunt belongs to me. Never had anything like me, and you never will. Can try as much as you want, but you'll always circle back to me." Harry grunted lowly, nails digging further into your skin. His thrusts became more aggressive, bringing you far closer to the edge in a record time.

"You're mine, like it or not."

You must have been sick in the head for that sentence to be the last straw. Because before you knew it, you were entirely falling apart around him. Harry had to put his lips on yours to muffle the sounds that kept coming out of your mouth as you cried and came around his cock. Your hands clamped onto his frame, trying to hold on in the way your legs couldn't.

The consistent clenching of your core around his cock had Harry follow soon after. He refrained himself from making too much noise by burying his head into your neck and softly biting on your skin as he filled you up with his seed. He stayed still inside of you, holding your legs up as you both took a few seconds to come down from your orgasm.

After slowly pulling his cock out of you, Harry put on your underwear quickly. You looked up at him, raising an eyebrow.

"Keep it inside of you." He ordered, causing you to frown at him.

"Harry, I'm on a d—" you tried to protest, but Harry quickly slapped his hand around your mouth again.

"I don't want to fucking hear it. It wasn't a question. Now, shut up, and do as I say."

Your widened eyes betrayed your underestimation of Harry. Of course, you wanted him to be jealous, but there was a part of you that still thought that he was only playing into the jealousy in a solely sexual sense. Nevertheless, you were too stunned to argue, so you nodded.

Adjusting your dress, you wiped your eyes to rid of the tear stains that had probably appeared in the last minutes. It was hard to stand, your head still misty from the spontaneous coat room sex.

"Go reject him." He demanded as he watched you put on your coat. You stopped in your tracks, your mouth falling open and your head shaking.

"I'm not going to reject him just because—"

"I don't think I posed that as a question either, love." His stern voice intercepted you once again. Your entire brain stopped and had to re-wire at the mention of that nickname, and you were sure it was the only reason you agreed.

With a heavy heart and a fluttering stomach you walked out of the restaurant, nearing Jake's car which was right in front of the door. It felt wrong to smile at him after what you had just done, and it dawned on you; you had become a horrible person. That self-made conclusion stirred you up so bad that you felt you could throw up, and it made you refuse to step into that car. Jake didn't deserve that.

He stepped out of the car, wanting to escort you to the passenger seat, but you stopped him. The grip on his arm made him turn back around, confusion written all over his face.

"I... Thank you so much for the lovely dinner, I really appreciate it. But—"

"But you're rejecting me." He filled in the blanks for you, leaving you speechless for a short second. You nodded slowly, and were grateful to see an empathic smile appearing on Jake's face. "Already? I haven't even given you a ride home yet."

You both chuckled at his joke, and as it died down, you tried to find his eyes. "I really did have a fun tonight, so thank you."

"You're welcome, I guess?" He stifled a laugh. "Are you sure you don't want me to give you a ride home?"

You shook your head. "No, I'm okay, really. I live very close anyway."

Jake nodded, and you said your goodbyes to him. You felt like a dickhead, and the fact that he had taken it so well had only made your guilt worse. It was horrible to watch him drive away, and Harry's approving voice from behind you didn't make you feel better either.

"Good girl, knew you'd listen."

You turned around, a look of pure thunder on your face as your eyes met Harry's. You stepped closer to him, pace picking up with every step.

"Get out of my face." You sneered, walking past him and down the street back towards your apartment. You heard Harry's footsteps start to follow you, and while that granted you a bit of satisfaction, it didn't fade the anger towards him or yourself in the slightest bit.

"Sweetheart—"

"Fuck you." You spat out, annoyed with the amount of impact of his nicknames for you had on you and your body.

"What the fuck happened? You were fine ten minutes ago." Harry called out, still walking a meter behind you. His words made you stop in your tracks, turning around to face him.

"What happened is that I realized what a horrible fucking person I've become, Harry! I just had sex with another guy while I was on a date with someone, that is so not okay!" You snapped. You took a deep breath, awaiting Harry's reaction, but he only stared at you. You couldn't quite make up anything specific from the manner in which he was observing you, but it for sure made you squirm.

“I’m not just some other guy.” He argued, distaste in the tone of his voice. He didn’t like the way it sounded so disposable.

“That doesn’t matter! It’s still a shitty thing to do… and I don’t think I can do this anymore.” You sighed, running your hands through your hair.

Silence took over the conversation. It was hard to look at Harry, you almost didn't dare to. There was a big part of you that never wanted this fling with him to end, but after tonight, you realized it was the only way to build up something new. You had gotten into this thing to distract yourself from the guy you were in love with, but now that you had finally seen the light and were far into the process of moving on, it seemed like it didn't serve much of a purpose anymore.

Besides, ever since that last hook-up, you weren't sure for how long it could stay casual before you'd start to develop feelings for this man. And that was something that absolutely couldn't happen.

“Harry, I am looking for something serious. You can’t give that to me, because you don’t want to, so I need to end this.” You explained, trying to search his gaze but he was making it impossible for you to look him in the eyes as he was furiously shaking his head.

“Why are you acting like you’re ending a relationship? We’re not in one.”

“Says the person who pushed me into a coat room because he was jealous.” You crossed your arms, seeing right through his bullshit and the dumb wall he’s putting up.

"Well… I don't like seeing you with other people." Was the only thing that fell from Harry's lips. His furrowed brows revealing the confusion that lingered in the delivery of the words as well. He wasn't sure of how to express what he was feeling, but the vagueness of the words he did communicate wasn't improving this situation at all.

“That’s very boyfriend material of you.” You tried to joke, a small smile forming on your lips. Harry’s mouth quirked up as well despite the frown on his face.

“I am not boyfriend material.” He chuckled.

"I know, it’s why I’m not even considering asking you to be something like that. I know you wouldn’t want to. " You smiled, and Harry nodded. His eyes were clearer now and it wasn’t as hard for him to look you in the eyes anymore.

“Alright.” He said, shrugging his shoulders. Like there was nothing left to do about it. That this was it, in the blink of an eye, and that it was all concluded with a simple shrug of the shoulders.

It made your heart sting, but upon feeling it you knew that you had made the right decision. If you hadn’t ended it now, that sting would’ve developed into full grown heart ache, and Harry was the wrong person to develop that for.

“Alright.” You repeated, looking for some sort of doubt in his eyes, but there seemed to be none. So you let it rest. Turning your attention to the street, you flagged down a cab.

“I’m going home, I’ll see you around?”

“I can take you home, you know, you don’t have to take a cab.” Harry offered, but you were quick to shake your head.

“No, that would be too boyfriend-like of you.” You grinned, and Harry sighed at your attempt at a joke. You opened the door of the cab.

“Fine. See you around.” He put his hands in his pockets, and walked towards the front of the cab. He tapped on the window where your taxi driver was sitting and handed him some money, too much for a single short cab ride. He told the taxi driver to keep it, as long as he’d bring you home safe. The driver, a kind man from what you’d gathered so far, thanked Harry and assured him that he would do his job.

Harry’s eyes flicked to the backseat, meeting yours one last time, and threw a wink at you. You felt inclined to roll your eyes, but you didn’t, the moment feeling a bit too sentimental to bash Harry for winking at you. It was the last time you were seeing him, being what you two were, and it made you kind of melancholic. Nevertheless, you reminded yourself it was for the better. Besides, you were sure you’d see him around…

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[fictionfixations]

tips?

contemplating redoing the entire thing to get more coins and artifacts ive heard are very very good to help make it easier im just having a hard time at phase 2

ive heard that thats the hardest and then after you make it past that it should be easier to get through the rest (hopefully)

very nice of them to have rentals of hong lus you can use and also maxing out the level of my actual hong lu along with threadspinning his egos though ive been using a support id for meursault who otherwise is at a very low lvl 12 LMAO because the one im using has the pursuance ego cause faust kinda tends to die duirng bosses

should i just be like ignoring zilu and focus all on jia qiu and any other attacks idk defend (or if they can clash and win then against zilu for more sanity?) cause shes so fast i cant clash with her attacks (feel like the zilu-ricardo fight was meant to prepare me for this but man..)

i already used a sapling of light so i cant lower speed either and see if that does anything for now

if its possible i would like to not have to redo the whole thing because man there were some fights that were kicking my ass and im not the biggest fan of resetting to make sure i get the best outcome but if i keep struggling i think im just gonna have to do it to make it easier and pray it makes a difference

my excuse for sinclair being very low is because im waiting for walpurgis night cause i hear his id there is pretty good

also actually wonder if you can put hong lu in backup or something. probably not right?

i could probably definitely spend more time getting their levels all up to max and see if that extra five levels does something, if nothing else itll at least help a teeny bit

i predict that ill probably unfortunately spend a long time on this but on the other hand it means ill have stronger units for future battles (kinda intimidated by how ive heard of fights being nerfed this canto)

i imagine my team is kinda not ideal considering its a bit all over the place

my excuse? listen i started this game three weeks ago im using the three stars i first got (i also dont have any others with the exception for gregor who i have heishou him and g corp him so if its recommended i switch him in then alright)

anyway theres also a chance the order matters like how i beat dulcinea by setting it as one strong unit one weak unit and repeat that so by the time she used really strong attacks the weak units wouldve died with the strong ones remaining so i dont know, ill have to experiment

i dont like doing multiple attempts where im not really making any progress as it doesnt feel like id be able to make it and it saps at my motivation cause like yknow what am i doing here? if i wasnt doing anything in previous attempts why would it change now?

so i tend to hold off on doing more attempts until my teams stronger like when id been fighting against aancho where i accepted that okay im not making any progress after getting to this one part in the battle i keep dying here, so then i focused a lot more time on getting my ids' level up and then redid it

additionally sometimes what feels like makes a big difference is just... clearing my mind. taking a break from doing it (usually meaning waiting a day before trying again) and then coming back with a clear mind not clouded by failures after multiple attempts and i do it

it would be really funny if i made this whole post about struggling with this and then the next day i beat it

partially why im always a little bit anxious about making posts like these cause oh man asking for help and then oh turns out i did it not long after and i dont want it to turn into like a oh im always asking for help but im not actually that stuck on it for that long that people dont really wanna give advice, yknow?

on the other hand maybe its like a mental thing where i complain and panic, and then with that out of the way and out there i can just focus more on wtf im doing? idk man

i might be making less and less sense

im. so tired. its 5 am, i have not slept

im going to right after this

[depravitycentral]

ty for making some of these boys virgins 😭 its a peeve when they try to justify characters being these sex gods when majority of these anime boys have never held a girl's hand in canon. Like you can be a virgin and still know how to fuck/dom but soooo many girls dont get that so they keyhole these men into being hedonistic. Like no hate to them but thats so ooc - nyways i really love your work and immersion! <3

Yes yes yes! That's a bit of a pet peeve for me too, though I understand why other authors do it! Especially in the context of yanderes, where they're supposed to be intimidating and all-consuming and suffocating.

That's not to say that there aren't characters out there who are sex gods - they're few and far between but they do exist, through a combination of experience and raw, natural talent. (And, more often than not, a bit of luck, too.)

Plus, the depth of their feelings for you and the intense, pathetic desire to please you certainly doesn't deter them from trying their best every time they get you naked and spread out before them.

Let's discuss!!

Some are simply experienced enough to know what most women like. It's not a matter of raw ability but rather that they've had enough partners to know what to do - and, more importantly, what not to do. Trial and error has led to them having a pretty consistent routine they undergo in order to get their partner off, knowing that they should spend a while with their tongue against your clit or thumbs brushing against your nipples in order to get you fully ready, often even giving you an orgasm before they get to the main event. Fucking you is good, better than any woman they've been with, but your body is more or less the same as theirs's - except, they're trying even harder with you, putting to use every scrap of information they've learned and observed from every sexual encounter they've had. Their ultimate goal is to turn you into a moaning, shaking mess, and they're quick to adapt to whatever seems to get you feeling best.

The biggest concern with this category, however, is that they tend to be a little overconfident - because they feel they have a wealth of experience, they aren't especially open to criticism or advice. They'll adapt to you, sure, but don't tell them they're doing something wrong, or that something other women have loved doesn't actually feel all that good. Don't insult their skills, because while they no longer care if their past partners enjoyed their time together, it still stings their pride. Instead of listening to your advice, they'll choose to keep going - doing the thing you claim to dislike more and more and more, feverishly trying to convince you that it feels good, you're just not opening yourself up for the opportunity to feel good, that's all. Really, you should be more receptive - after all, they know what they're doing, and do you? Do you really?

A few yanderes that come to mind fitting this category include Koutarou Bokuto, who, despite still having some misconceptions about the female body (he gets terminology mixed up mostly, confusing your clit for your vulva and so on, making any moaned directions aimed at him difficult to follow), has always been able to show his partners a good time. Besides, even if he underperforms, those biceps and muscular thighs normally have women overlooking any of his flaws.

Hizashi Yamada, similarly, always leaves his hookups smiling, making sex a generally pleasant, satisfying experience. Though, no matter how good his skill with his tongue or cock is, his incessant talking throughout the process can leave some late nights turning a bit sour. It can ruin the mood, sometimes, and while there are times when you find his excessive praising and moans of fuck baby and love it when you take me so well hot, most of the time they just deter you from truly losing yourself in the moment. (He always sounds too awed - he's not growling these things or saying them with much of a dominant lilt, rather just warbling and genuinely praising you, which can sometimes leave you feeling a bit uncomfortable.)

Shalnark, when he's trying, can be a great lover - he's especially tuned in to his partner's emotions and reactions to his touch, but the trouble with him is his effort level. Of course, he's in love with you, scarily so, but sometimes he can be a bit selfish, and chooses to take the easy way out and just whip out the vibtrator rather than manually finish you off. This tends to happen when you've been putting on an attitude or you haven't been especially receptive to his affection, and it's in moments like these where Shalnark's pettiness shows itself. You won't hug him or snuggle with him in bed? Then why should he fuck you into an orgasm? But when he does care, well, it almost makes up for all those times he taps out after he comes. Almost.

Some have learned that they do one thing particularly well, and are humble enough to recognize that they should focus on that. As much as they wish they were as well rounded and talented at everything between the sheets, they each have one tried and true weapon that they can use in a pinch to make sure the sex ends on a good note. It's very dependent on the yandere, but they have some redeeming trait that always comes in to save the day, something that can normally get you gasping and trembling if they work at it long enough. Unless they're particularly pent up (or particularly desperate to show you how good they can make you feel), they tend to try and utilize other methods of pleasuring you before they fall back and rely on their specialty. It's more of a confidence thing than anything else, because while they're grateful that they have something to offer you, they want to improve their skills in other areas so that they don't need to rely on just eating you out or rubbing at your clit or fucking you senseless. They just want to be good for you, really, but when they get desperate, they'll always transition to the one thing they know will work.

The one thing that deters this category from being desirable is that in-between period when they're trying new things out. Often, it's not super successful; they're really good at only one thing for a reason, and while it's not necessarily bad when they try to mix things up, it's certainly not going to leave you breathless and wanting more. They just don't have the proper experience (or experience where they were aiming for pleasuring their partner rather than just themselves) to really feel confident and sure of themselves when they're trying something new, and it translates into the way they always hesitate just a bit, or the way they go either way too slow or way too fast. Eventually, though, they'll always return to their fail safe, so it doesn't matter too much - just be patient and get through their attempts, and you'll be rewarded.

Tetsurou Kuroo, while certainly not being a sex god, is remarkably quite talented with his tongue. He's got very good control, and is able to make very precise movements, especially when they're preformed against your clit. He actually really loves to eat you out because he really, really likes the way your cunt smells, but he's always wanted to get better at actually fucking you, because all those fantasies he's harbored since the very beginning of his obsession with you almost always involve you coming undone on his cock. His thumb isn't as talented as his tongue, though, and so even if he rubs it while he's pounding into you, he'll always have to finish you off with his mouth. (At least he gets to taste the intoxicating mix of your slick and his cum - a sign that at least he made you feel a little good.)

Enji Todoroki is the opposite of Tetsurou - he's had lots of practice with actually fucking, and his hips and thighs have enough muscle that he can spend hours rutting into you at the same pace, angle and force, effectively battering your poor pussy in the best way possible. He's pretty receptive about following whatever set of those three factors you like best (though he shines best when he's fucking you nice and slow, deeply and meaningfully when he's got you folded up in a mating press), and while he does prefer being inside you over everything else, he desperately, desperately wants to get good at going down on you. He'd never really bothered when he was Rei, but with he actually wants to taste you, and the thought of you creaming all over his face (or, even more, squirting on his face) is enough to get him half hard in an instant, licking his lips and spreading your legs before you can even protest.

Phinks Magcub has thick, sturdy fingers, callouses dotting them and a few scars left from particularly nasty fights. He's got good stamina and can spend long periods of time moving his fingers the exact way you like them, never tiring of feeling how warm and spongy your walls are, always with a flush on his cheeks and the slightest bit of awe in his eye when he looks at you. He likes fingering you, watching you fall apart for him when he grinds the heel of his palm against your sensitive little clit, but he really wants to learn how to make you come on his cock, because there's nothing more intimate to him than the idea of him fucking you well enough to make you flutter around him. He knows most women can't come from penetration alone, but he's nursing the hope that maybe, if he gets good enough, you'll become one of those few.

Some possess natural ability between the sheets, even if they don't have all that much experience. It's like they intuitively know what to do, how to move their bodies in ways that get women moaning and gasping. Part of it is because they're good at observing, diligently watching the expressions of their partners and making note of what gets them grasping at the sheets the hardest, or what makes them clench down the tightest. It's more methodical than anything else, but the end result is the same. They almost always get their partners to orgasm, through sheer determination and attention to detail.

The one unfortunate side to this category is that they're the kind that care most about actually making you feel good - to the point where they will force the sex to continue, not willing to stop eating you out or fingering you until you're making a mess and whimpering their name, for better or for worse. It's almost disturbing, their eagerness and commitment to getting you off, and while you're grateful that they care so much about making sure you enjoy yourself, there's something genuinely unsettling about it. When all is said and done they tend to look worse off than you, their faces bright red and slick smeared all over their lips and chin, a small smile sitting on their lips that feels out of place with how swollen and puffy said lips are. But they're trying, and it's the thought that counts, right? Besides, at least you have something to look forward to when they slowly pull down your pants.

Keiji Akaashi is a wonderful example of this; he loves the way you respond to his fingers, how you bite your lip and keen his name, voice all airy and gaspy as he curls them just right, making you see stars. He's committed to you, and while his skills weren't particularly strong in the beginning of your 'relationship', Keiji is a quick learner and was able to pick up on exactly what you liked pretty fast. He's a little unnerving when he's concentrating, though, because he's deadly silent and just staring at your cunt, a combination that leaves you squirming in more than just pleasure.

Pakunoda is another one who possesses some natural talent in the bedroom - she takes everything slow and really takes her time with you, always making sure to draw out every sensation that she can, just because she wants you feeling the full breadth of pleasure she's offering you. She doesn't mind long, drawn-out session, even preferring them, and so while it takes a long time (sometimes long enough for you to consider just calling it quits), she'll eventually get you off. She just likes to be meticulous about it.

Shouta Aizawa is basically a virgin when he develops his infatuation with you, having only slept with one or two women when Hizashi and Nemuri take him out drinking and he indulges just a little too much. He makes up for it, though, because he's quite talented with his tongue, and he's good at holding back his own pleasure and delaying his orgasm until you've reached yours, elongating the sex and making it so that you have enough time to actually let the pleasure build to the point of spilling over. He refuses to come first, and while sometimes it happens despite his best effort, he's got a strong sense of determination and will get you moaning his name and gushing all over him.

But, quite frankly, managing to qualify as one of the categories listed is not an honor most yanderes get to enjoy. Most are fine, thoroughly average in bed, maybe managing to make you come without the aid of a toy sometimes, but there's not a whole lot of consistency.

Others, however, are especially dismal; sex with them probably isn't something you look forward to too much, because while it can feel good, more often than not it's fun for about five minutes and then you're ready for it to be over. Not that you'd tell them that, though - not if you value whatever semblance of freedom you've managed to ascertain, and especially not if you value your ability to walk normally the next day. (They'll substitute in fucking you hard for fucking you well, which, as expected, doesn't have the results they wish for.)

Some are fully, utterly convinced that they are in fact a sex god - despite their shortcomings. Maybe it's a result of previous partners lying and building their confidence, or based on total delusions, or even a stubborn bit of pride unwilling to let them believe they could fail at something. Regardless, it leaves them in a position where they only sort of understand what they need to do in order to get you feeling good - there's an attempt, most of the time, but they normally don't have the patience or stamina to last long enough to reach your orgasm. They'll just be finding a good rhythm when they're fucking you, rolling their hips just right, before deciding that it might be better to flip you over, or that the angle is starting to kill their back and they need to change it up. Honestly, it's frustrating more than anything else - you're always so close, before it's snatched away from you without a care.

Tomura Shigaraki, unfortunately, is a victim of this mindset. He's watched enough porn to feel like he's got a good, general grip on what should happen during sex, fully believing that while some of what he's watched is obviously fake (he's not stupid - he knows how difficult and unlikely getting a girl to squirt is, even though he'd kill to get you squirting for him), he's picked up tips on the more realistic aspects of porn. (He hasn't, and it doesn't work - jackhammering into you like a rabbit doesn't have the affects he's expecting, because instead of moaning his name and gushing around his cock like all those pornstars do, you just seem to wince and beg him to slow down.)

Nobunaga Hazama, too, can't seem to fully grasp the fact that he isn't the best sexual partner. He tends to get overly excited, always eager to see the way you're responding to his touch, and the moment your expression or voice lulls in any way, he's moving on to the next thing he can do to get you screaming his name, even when the new thing is the exact opposite of what you need to get off. He just doesn't really have the patience to successfully make you come most of the time, and even if you gently correct him, he'll just shush you, telling you with conviction that it'll feel good soon, that he knows what makes you feel good, so you just need to sit back and take it.

Yuuji Terushima is simply too hyperactive and excited when he's in bed with you to stay focused on one thing at a time - similarly to Nobunaga, you'll be constantly changing positions or switching from fucking to grinding to oral and back again to really make any progress towards your orgasm. The one thing Yuuji has going for him, though, is that he actually does possess skills in the bedroom - he is genuinely good at going down on you, that damn tongue piercing always adding an extra layer of stimulation and making your head spin. He's good at aiming when he's fucking you, and it's his only saving grace - if you go at it for long enough, you may end up managing to come, but it's never a guarantee.

Some are just too unsure of their skills, and it's reflected in the way that they can't commit to one single thing. Frankly, they're not even that bad at touching you - they don't suck, often just the opposite, but their lack of experience and confidence between the sheets leads to fleeting touches and lots of unsure, half-hearted attempts at making you feel good. They don't expect you to be able to come from just a few thrusts of their fingers inside your gooey, warm cunt, but when you don't, it still doesn't make them feel any better. They're overwhelmed, frankly, and they feel such intense pressure to make sure that everything is perfect that they end up floundering, too scared to choose one single thing (fingering you, eating you out, fucking you, or even just grinding against you) and see it through to fruition. They're just nervous - it's palpable, really, and with time you can slowly coax them into feeling more confident and comfortable, but they'll never be able to fully shake the feeling that they're not good enough to really satisfy you in bed. It's sad, more than anything, and the longer you let the problem go unaddressed, the harder improving their skills will be.

Machi Komacine is afraid of intimacy, and because she herself relies quite heavily on toys whenever she gets in the mood to get herself off, her own fingers aren't too used to the motions and movements required to properly touch you. She hasn't had to sink her fingers inside herself for years, really, always replacing them with the pink plastic vibrator or dildo, but she's much too embarrassed to admit that to you. (Though, she's even more embarrassed to actually try and learn/practice on you - poor Machi, because she's even too emotionally closed off to properly discuss it with you.)

Kei Tsukishima, in his defense, is scared that he'll hurt you. He's got this unreasonable worry that he's not good enough for you, and while he hides this well in how he interacts with you, it becomes very obvious the moment that either of you are naked and yearning for each other's touch. He's just very unsure, and the weight of knowing that he could displease you or leave you unsatisfied leaves him wanting to just not even bother trying, too pessimistic to see a solution in which he'll actually manage to make you come.

Shuichi Iguchi, similarly to Kei, fears hurting you, but he's more crippled by the knowledge that he's never intimately touched someone before, and the omnipresent paranoia eating at him that wonders how you could ever find him attractive. He's too scared of your rejection to really put himself into a situation where he can put his 100% effort into anything sexual with you, so for now he'll settle with fingering you for a few moments, then kissing you (his fingers having slipped out), then simply pressing his cock against your folds, unmoving, just feeling.

So really, there's a whole variety of bedroom skills - it's more about the combination of your specific likes and dislikes in bed alongside their strengths (or lack thereof) that decides whether the sex is good. But, quite frankly, it doesn't really matter - the likelihood of you being able to escape any of the yanderes listed above is quite low, and gets even lower when you consider whether they'd be able to track you down and snatch you up again. So really, it doesn't matter whether they're a sex god or not - you'll never be sleeping with another person in your life, and they sure as hell won't either.

(Thanks for the ideas anon! This style ask is always fun to answer! I hope this doesn't set off your ick about pigeonholing characters as sex gods - they aren't perfect, I promise!)

[everythingmp3]

okay hii I wanna get my thoughts on the finale out so spoilers under the cut!

first of all.... Mari..... MARIIIII my angel my princess 😭 I am so fucking upset about her like I know it was pretty obvious that there was a good chance of her ending up in that damn pit but I was foolishly still holding out hope :( </3

also the fact that adult Melissa is still alive while Mari died out there...... diabolical. but at least Mari looked breathtaking as always, like truly I was mesmerized by her with her hair down in that dirty dress 😔🫶🏻 she served cunt til the very end and I loveee that she left Shauna with that "you deserve everything youve got coming" (? I think that was the quote sth like that) like yes baby make your final words mean <3

also I agree with the takes I’ve seen from people who are saying that Shaunas antler queen thing this episode felt a little rushed and unearned, like with Nat during the finale last season where she was anointed as queen? that was soo intense and emotional, so in comparison just having Shauna put that headdress on and seeing them sit there for the iconic feast from the pilot was kinda underwhelming for me idk it was just like ohhh shes the antler queen who weve seen in promos since season one.. okay I guess?

also saw someone say that the writers are fucking up by making Shauna and Lottie seem crazy and not having it be a genuine collective group insanity the way one would assume from the pilot and I think thats a good point

I also feel like theyre overdoing it a little with teen Shaunas tyrant-like leadership and energy, like her over the top cruelty started feeling a little cartoonish to me towards the end of the season, I would’ve loved to see some more scenes of her by herself where she’s more fragile and distressed to balance it all out a bit

but I do love the parallel that Shauna ends the season as a violent leader who is desperately trying to retain power, to keep everyone in line with force and intimidation, while Nat defies her and sneaks off to do what she thinks is right for the group - I like that contrast of Shauna being queen but Nat being the true guardian, the one who is trying to be a captain in a way, I was getting some Jackienat vibes there for a second bc I was sure Jackie would be very proud of her for doing that by herself

I really liked the Misty/Van moment and I think teen Misty in general was great this season because Samantha did a lovely job showing her vulnerability and her eagerness to help and right her wrongs in some way and the scenes they gave her were luckily not just comedic relief so yeah, a highlight this season for me tbh and its cool to see Van develop on her own outside of her relationship to Tai!

this was just a great teen Van episode in general, so much to unpack there, broke my heart when she let out that intense sob while breaking down over Mari in Tais arms </3 and fucking loveeed when Tai told Shauna to back off and she actually did like that was so good....

also its unrealistic to me now that adult Van was not more hostile towards adult Shauna when they reunited in season 2 because Shauna is directly responsible for the intense guilt Van had to carry with her all her life about Maris death, without Shauna fucking up the order it would have been Hannah, a stranger, someone she didnt have an emotional bond with, so Van wouldve felt much less guilty about that death - in general I think it would’ve made sense for adult Van and Nat gravitate towards each other more than the did considering what their teen selves did this episode

like I think sometimes the info thats revealed in the teen timeline does make the adult timeline seem off here and there in retrospect because after what we have seen Shauna do by now, I think its just not realistic that tensions werent wayyy higher in the adult group at certain points before

also. with the adult timeline this episode I just cannot believe that THAT is how they decided to leave Van off....... like all I can do is laugh at this point truly

first of all: its so obvious that burying someone in the woods and leaving such an easily detectable gravesite is about the dumbest fucking thing a person can do with a body, so I dont get why Tai would do that shit? like it wouldve been more realistic to me if shed kept Van in her house at least for a day to try and think of something better, and also to have a fucked up intimacy there and take her time with her dead body to say an intimate private goodbye and eat parts of her in a way that wasnt just this weird unrealistic stabbing and scooping out of her heart, like I was rooting for grief-induced erotic cannibalism but not if its done that sloppily, without us even seeing Van properly!!!? like what on earth was that carpet with a wig be so for realllll 😭

also insane to think that Van doesn’t have a marked grave or headstone, that she’s just disposed of like that in a random forest…. I don’t even have the words like that’s so awful. me personally? if the love of my life died that way I would hold onto her body so desperately like I would NOT leave her in that forest idc I wouldnt, they shouldve done sth else there

yeah personally I dont care for the adult timeline anymore especially because fucking Melissa will probably feature again and I dont really care about Shaunas divorce arc or Tai and Misty teaming up like good for them I guess but I cant bring myself to care. I have switched sides and become one of those people who say theyd prefer a show thats just about the girls because a this point... yeah. agree.

my main season 3 positive is Natalie tbh <33 Sophie did such a beautiful job, I loved her arc that started as reluctant antler queen and then evolved to her being dethroned but clinging to her sense of justice so hard despite all the pain and terror, I love that she was the last person we saw this season, that shes the one who bravely went out there and took the risk of being absolutely brutalized by Shauna if she found out, yeah I adore her and shes for sure a main reason why I am hoping for another season <3

Nat, Mari and Van are my fav girls after this season (RIP to all of them…) 💘 oh and I saw that interview clip that was posted earlier where Liv talked about the finale and I was so glad to hear them call Mari their "favorite" and to hear them say that theyve always been intrigued by the Van/Nat dynamic, like I know thats right! real recognize real 💌

anywayyyy despite my issues with the season and the disappointment over how hard they fumbled certain aspects (which are too many) I still loved certain scenes and performances for sure, god bless all the actors for giving it their all also fuck adult Melissa so hard and pour one out for Mari who shouldve survived instead!!

and the season might be over but I will still be here in the yj trenches with my writing as I already was all those months before season 3 😭 so even though I rant about the writing of the show, I do feel grateful that it made me start this blog <3

hope you guys are doing well :) xx

[beryllineart]

How2Draw Comics: Story

Last time we learned about conceptualizing our characters, settings, art style, etc. Now we actually have to put our characters in a situation, drive them from point A to point B through a story.

There are many different ways to do this. I'm assuming you have, if not an outlined story, a situation you want your character to experience. If you don't have a story, make your character order pizza but something happens and they have to rescue the pizza (and the delivery guy, I guess.) The first method I'll discuss is my least favorite- the Script Method.

You write a script for your story, listing pages and panels as you go along. I hate this. It feels too limiting, and panels are actually one of the most limiting and intimidating things to a beginner comic artist. Yet most tutorials encourage you to draw your panels first and then squish or stretch your drawings to fit, and that's what the Script Method is based off of. I draw my panels while I do my drawings, or even after I do them.

If pacing your comics is one of the most difficult things for you (what size do I make my panels? Is there too much dialogue on this page?) then I suggest the Storytelling Method.

You do not have to make a full short story or book. Usually I just say something like, "boy is making cake. girl walks up behind him and hugs him, kissing his floury cheek. she walks away, licking her finger. she has stolen some cake batter and he didn't notice." In my head I can see a more detailed story there, but you can tell a story without a bunch of flowery prose.

You may be wondering how this helps with pacing your comics. Well, I have actions associated with dialogue, meaning I know which drawings will have which dialogue, automatically creating a nice balance. Additionally, I know what to prioritize. I know that the panel introducing the manor will be large, because I used the words "large and imposing" to describe it. I know that when I set the ballroom scene in this story, I also need to set the scene in an establishing shot. And I know that I'm going to have Bernice's appearance on the food table be surprising, taking place after she tugs his shirt or something. (This will probably make more sense once I actually make the comic)

The final method is a very flexible one for those who aren't into words and just want to draw- the Children's Book Method.

This particular example is mind-mapping, but you can also do a more organized version by storyboarding (placing each drawing in a square and giving a short description for context). I call these collectively the Children's Book Method because the basic idea is that you don't repeat your drawings like you would in a comic. Instead, you draw those things that feel the most interesting and most dynamic, the things that are most important. (like keyframes in an animation) Children's books illustrate one scene at a time, providing context for many different moments in one picture (and some text). They are less sequential than a comic because they only have one picture per page.

I usually have a mix of the storytelling method and the storyboarding end of children's book method. And usually I tell myself a story only in my head, without writing it out, because that's all I need. And I'll admit, sometimes the stories play out in my head like a movie, which is probably why the script method works for people. Sometimes you don't know which is the most effective way to tell yourself a story until you try to draw the comic and see what is giving you the most trouble.

If you have any questions, feel free to ask me! I know I'm kind of rambly and don't make much sense, so if you need clarification or other tips, I'll do my best to help.

Next is Panels and Pacing: Drawing the Comic (which will probably happen in multiple posts, but this art block will make it nigh impossible for a while, why doesn't it just go away?)

[spending-life-pretending]

Hii amazing new mutual!

What is the realm of the elderlings series and should I read it?

Hi!! Omg what a question, new mutual. My gut instinct is to answer yes, yes absolutely, bc I love ROTE and I’m always willing to recommend it! However—it can also be kind of intimidating to get into, so here’s some more info to help u make a decision:

‘Realm of the Elderlings’ is the collective name for five different epic fantasy book series (all set in the titular realm) by Robin Hobb:

The Farseer Trilogy

The Liveship Traders Trilogy

The Tawny Man Trilogy

The Rain Wilds Chronicles (quartet)

The Fitz and the Fool Trilogy

There is some debate over the best reading order: Technically, according to most people, each series can stand on its own and be read individually. BUT the first, third, and fifth series focus on the same protagonist throughout different eras of his life. The second and fourth series are a duo. Essentially, only a few characters cross over into all five series, but 1, 3, and 5 focus on the same characters, and 2 and 4 focus on a lot of the same characters, if that makes sense.

Personally, I have been making my way through these in publication/chronological order (I’m on Rain Wilds rn), and that has worked really well for me. I love the main characters of series 1, 3, and 5, and getting to revisit them throughout their lives really makes them feel like real, growing people. I love the style of series 2 and 4, which are a lot more expansive and focus on ensembles of characters, and reading them feels satisfying, like watching a giant puzzle be put together as every plot piece clicks into place.

Some people skip around, reading series 1, 3, and 5 first and then going back to 2 and 4; some people don’t ever read 2 or 4; some people don’t ever read 1, 3, or 5; some people just read one series, feel satisfied, and never pick up another ROTE book again. All of these are totally fair! But I will recommend that The Farseer Trilogy is the logical place to start.

So here’s an actual description: Farseer, beginning with Assassin’s Apprentice, follows the life of FitzChivalry Farseer, the bastard son of the nation’s favorite prince. Upon learning of Fitz’s existence, his father abdicates from the line of succession, which leads to rising political tensions as Fitz’s two uncles now have to jockey for the throne. Meanwhile, Fitz is taken in by his father’s family but never formally recognized as royal, instead being trained to use his skills (and the magic he inherited) to serve the kingdom as an assassin and spy.

Here’s a less formal description: FitzChivalry Farseer is the dumbest boy alive and I love him so much. He’s a dog guy. He’s an unreliable narrator. His best friend is a genderfluid court jester with secrets, and their relationship will break your heart in the best way as it entangles both of them over the decades. There are dragons! There are wolves! There are scenes that will make you cry!! I get a lot out of these books, personally, as an asexual person; the importance of relationships outside of romantic/sexual contexts is shown. They deal a lot with family, and growing up, and the grief that comes as a side effect of living.

Plus, as a woman who has had to deal with a lot of bullshit fantasy misogyny in my reading, it was just refreshing to read such a sprawling, epic fantasy saga written by a woman. Hobb isn’t faultless; there are still some dated elements and tropes, but she tends to write her female characters with compassion and thoughtfulness, even when the narrative might be hard on them.

Ok. So. Hopefully that was helpful to you, and not just an overwhelming block of text and info! Even if you decide ROTE doesn’t sound like it’s for you or you try but can’t get into it, thanks for reaching out giving me the chance to spill my thoughts!! I do love these books so much, and infodumping about them is a great passion of mine 😊 I look forward to seeing u around on my dash

[mry-2]

Oh, look, a miracle! I'm posting something!

I have a whole universe and lore to go with this piece, and the way I gained inspiration for this is actually kinda bizarre. BTW, let me know if it's somehow nice to read, I could probably write other parts (with patience, OFC)

TW: Mentions of non-con, mentions of drug use, nudity (non sexual)

Claire woke up after yet another restless slumber. She turned around, wrapping the thin blanket around her frame. She wasn't freezing, someone probably turned on the heating in the house during the night.

As she continued to shift and turn on the mattress, she wondered how much she had slept in, and found herself hoping she had at least rested for a few hours. She could feel the dark circles under her eyes growing heavier on her face with each passing day, she surely wasn't going to be very pleasantly looking. She brought a hand to her cheek, and she found it sticky with dried tears. She just wished that this time her nocturnal weeping didn't leave any angry red marks on her face, or he would point it out like he did last time. Not a great experience, being screamed at and demeaned about that.

She turned around again, and this time she jumped in the far corner of the mattress, clutching onto the sheets for dear life. She didn't expect to see a tall, dark figure in front of her bedroom door, just watching her waking up (or even sleeping, has he been there for a long time). Claire recognised the big man almost immediately. His name was Evander, even though her Master liked to call him "his personal guard dog". He was the tallest man in the household, almost 6' 6'', maybe a little less. He had light brown hair, always neatly trimmed and short, but Claire always thought he would suit a longer hair style. His eyes were grey, but sometimes, if he was in the right light, they would appear blue. He was scarily muscular, with broad shoulders, large arms and thighs and an equally broad chest. Right now, he was covering the entrance of her room completely. Even though the door was open, it was like he was replacing the steel with his own body.

- I'm sorry. Didn't mean to scare you, little one -

His voice was rough and low, as if he just woke up, but the light veil of sweat that covered his skin made it clear he had already undergone some of his morning tasks and training. He was just trying to keep his tone low so not to startle her more.

- It's already noon. I have to clean you up. There's a party this evening -

Claire was sure all colors just disappeared from her face at the mention of another party. The last one was just three weeks ago, and she could still feel the aftermath of it right now. Her eyes started to fill with tears, but she fought the urge to let them flow down her cheeks and stain them more than they already had.

Evander reached out a hand, so big and intimidating. Much bigger than her Master's hand, and he could hurt her so badly with just one slap. She wondered how much damage could one slap from Evander do to her. She probably won't be able to survive one of his blows. Luckily, he never hit her, she didn't know if it was out of his own kindness or an order from above. Whichever the case, she was grateful.

- We don't have all day. Come on -

She put her smaller hand in his and got up with wobbly legs. He helped her steady herself with a hand on her back, and she followed him down the grey hallway. The door closed behind them with a loud bang, and she jumped and shivered, startled by the noise. He didn't say anything to her, not a scolding, neither a word of encouragement.

They walked in silence, passed tens of doors and electrical panels just to stop in front of a big, stained glass double entrance. The bathrooms. Evander reached in his pockets, searching for his keycard. He took out the white card and swiped it on the left side of the door, which opened with a loud whirring. Evander went behind her and waited for her to go inside before closing the doors again.

The bathrooms were the biggest room Claire has ever seen. It resembled a huge metal shed, white panelling on the walls and cold neon lights that nearly blinded her.

Evander led her to one of the squared baths, the water was so clear she could make out all the white tiles on the bottom. He silently walked to one of the service room to retrieve everything they need to wash her up, and she took it as her queue to undress in a bit of privacy. She only had a long, white t-shirt, an equally white culottes and a pair of thin socks. She folded everything in a pile beside the tub, then waited for Evander to come back.

He arrived one minute later, carrying lavender scented soap, a sponge and a bucket. He didn't glance at her naked form, instead he knelt down to collect her clothes, giving her new ones and putting the old garments in the bucket.

- You can step in -

His gravelly voice resounded in the empty space. She obeyed him, stepping into the surprisingly lukewarm water. She usually had freezing baths, and something was telling her that Evander might have sneaked in some hot water just for her.

He started to pour the soap on the damp sponge and he caressed her back with it, scrubbing gently down her arms and legs. He was avoiding her intimate parts, and she was grateful.

- Can you scrub down there, little one? -

He handed her the sponge and she took it, she knew she had to be thoroughly cleaned, especially in those parts.

Touching herself down there brought a fresh wave of tears in her eyes, and she didn't want to cry. She thought a bit of conversation with Evander could distract her.

- What kind of party? -

Her first spoken word came out raspy and pathetically whisper-like. He didn't care, though.

- New year's eve. Guess it will last till morning -

She nodded, then gave the sponge back to him. He finished scrubbing her legs and feet.

- You have access to the medical wing? -

He watched her quizzicaly.

- Yes, but I don't go there a lot -

- Drug me -

He let the sponge fall in the water with a splash.

- What? -

- You can take one of those pills from the infirmary. The one that make your head feel all dizzy and you don't know what's happening anymore. Please, before the party, can you drug me with one of those? -

- I don't... -

- I can't disobey him. But I don't want to feel the things they do to me - she started crying, fuck, she didn't want to cry.

- Please. Please, I can't, not if I understand what's happening. Give me one of those -

Evander was silent, his features unreadable. He was staring at her face, then shifted his gaze to the water.

- We need to wash your hair. You trust me to get your head underwater? -

- Please... -

He caressed her head with his hand, practically circling her entire skull with his palm.

- I promise it'll last one second, little one -

She allowed him to push her head underwater, her tears mixing with the lavender bubbles.

He washed her hair, then rinsed them and helped her out of the tub. Droplets of water were dripping down her body, and he helped her into a towel, not very pleasant at touch but it did its job. The two of them were silent for a long time, before he stood in front of her and took her in his embrace. She let herself melt in his arms, inhaling his scent of lavender, sweat and soil. He must've been outside.

- I'll be there tonight. I'll make sure nothing happens to you -

She answered, her voice muffled by his shirt.

- If he want me to do it, I have to -

- Not if I can do something to protect you -

[highlordofkrypton]

CHAPTER 4 SUMMARY:

Tamlin and Rhysand finally meet. At a club. It's very sexy.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I've been wanting to update this for a while, but I wasn't happy with the chapter I wrote so I finally fixed it! Hoping to try and focus on one fic at a time (for those that I haven't completely finished writing).

TAGS: Omegaverse, MPreg, Alpha Bruce Wayne x Alpha Clark Kent, Alpha Tamlin x Omega Rhysand, etc.

READ ON AO3 OR UNDER THE CUT

“Hi!”

Tamlin blinks at the black town car and the smiling stranger within. The man he’d seen at the office grins brightly at him. Bruce’s husband. He hadn’t expected him; it catches him off guard. He stands awkwardly on the sidewalk in front of the ridiculously expensive building his father rented a penthouse in for him. For the year.

“Hi,” he says softly.

“Wanna come in? Bruce sent me. Well, he sent the car and I happened to be in it.” Clark is doing his best to make Tamlin comfortable, and Tamlin appreciates that.

It’s only one step before he’s sliding in next to Clark, gripping his smooth hand. Tamlin notes the strength in his grip. He doesn’t know what to say and clings to the couple of seconds he can busy himself with putting on his seatbelt.

“Happy Birthday,” Clark says and holds out a package for Tamlin. “We have other gifts for you, but I figure you might want to open this here and leave it in the car instead of carrying it around in the club. It’s from my Ma. I told her about you, and she insisted.” A gentle flush colours his face, hidden behind the rim of his glasses. His smile never waivers.

“You didn’t have to.”

“Oh, hush. You’re stuck with us for the next year. Get used to it.”

Tamlin takes the box and unwraps it. Inside lay a knit sweater with a very happy peach and the words ‘ Just Peachy’ over it. It’s cute and Tamlin immediately loves it. It must show on his face because Clark clasps his shoulder and squeezes before telling the driver they can start moving. 

He holds the soft sweater in his hands for the rest of the drive, enjoying the feel of it between his fingers. Clark is nice. He chats away about nothing and everything, happy to fill the space with joyful chatter. He answers a call from Bruce, confirming that they’re one the way. As per Clark, Bruce would be joining them straight from the office. They’ll have dinner together, and then head over to the club where Bruce has invited some friends and family. ‘ Make it a real party and introduce you to people,’ Clark had said.

If he thought meeting Bruce Wayne was intimidating, having dinner with Bruce and Clark is so much worse. The restaurant is a fancy French place. Tamlin orders whatever the chef recommends, and he sits in front of the most perfect couple he has ever seen in his life. Tamlin thought that Lucien and Jesminda were perfect for each other, but there’s a synchronicity between Bruce and Clark. When they tease each other, they push the right buttons to draw out not only laughter, but adoration. The look on Clark’s face is the very same one Tamlin’s mother wears when she looks at his father, but his father has never mirrored it back the way Bruce does. Tamlin feels out of place, like he’s intruding despite how hard they work to include him.

“Do not feel pressured to do anything tonight. If the party isn’t for you, you can take our car home. If you don’t remember anyone’s names, that’s also fine. Bruce tends to go overboard when it comes to parties,” Clark insists. His hand rests over Bruce’s, squeezing affectionately.

“What good am I otherwise?” Bruce shrugs, helplessly. His smile is softer than Clark’s, and he glances at his husband as if exchanging a silent secret.

“Okay,” is all Tamlin says. He feels guilty for giving them nothing. “Thank you for doing this. You really didn’t have to.” All he can think about is how he wishes Lucien was here. It’d be a lot less intimidating with him around. He doesn’t really need much, and he rarely celebrates his birthday, but Lucien has always been around in some way or form. This morning’s call feels like an eternity ago.

Clark gives him a look of sympathy and does his very best to wear Tamlin down. He manages to get Tamlin to crack a small smile at Bruce’s expense, and Bruce takes none of it to heart. They’re kinder than Tamlin could ever imagine, and he can’t help but wonder why. Few people have been nice to him without a price, but neither Bruce nor Clark have asked anything in return.

On the car ride to the club, Tamlin’s nerves get the best of him. He stares out the window, quiet as ever. Clark, who sits in the back seat with him, nudges him.

“You alright? You don’t have to go at all, if you don’t want to. I don’t really like clubbing, either.”

“That’s a lie,” Bruce says from the front. “That beach party in Cabo says otherwise.”

“Hey, eyes up front!”

“They say Grindr is named after Clark.”

“Bruce!” Clark swats at him or tries to. The seatbelt doesn’t let him get very far.

When the banter settles, Tamlin reassures Clark. “I’ll be fine.”

“If you say so,” Clark beams and squeezes Tamlin’s knee.

Even after he withdraws his hand, the touch lingers there. It’s been a long time since someone last comforted him.

The club is nice, clean and sleek. Tamlin doesn’t expect anything less for a billionaire’s tastes, but his family is rich too and his brothers had opted to take him to a local bar to get drunk as soon as he could drink. They’d said it was some kind of initiation. He follows behind Clark, openly gazing at the bar, its backlight and all the expensive bottles lining the wall. The bouncers are well-built and extremely handsome and the servers are perfectly charming. The lights in the ceiling look like a city of stars, glowing to the beat of the music. Tamlin’s eyes widen at the sight of the dancers on platforms above the guests, moving sensually without being overtly pornographic—a tease. The music adds to their performance while inviting people to dance, too.

Every piece of Velaris has been selected carefully to present a perfectly tailored image. It’s nothing like Tamlin has ever experienced.

“Our section’s over here,” Clark calls over, motioning at the empty couches behind velvet crowd poles. “Should I get us drinks?”

“Bruce is already ordering bottle service, but if you want cocktails, you can.” Clark steps onto the half-platform.

Tamlin glances around the club, nothing more V.I.P areas scattered around the room. They’re all somewhat raised, giving everyone in those sections a view over the rest of the club goers. Nobody pays attention to him, or any famous or rich faces—another perk of Velaris, it seems. He catches the eye of another curious onlooker, the only other person who seems more invested in observing the enjoyment of others rather than themselves.

His breath catches, and the slight gasp is swallowed up by the music.

The stranger has the most striking violet eyes. They glow in the low lights, and they seem to pierce right through him. The eyes aren’t even the best feature on the other man, but rather a pretty piece that helps create a beautiful whole. It’s a night of firsts, and Tamlin has never seen a man like him. He couldn’t look away if he wanted to, entranced. He wants—he wants to go over there. He wouldn’t know what to do, but something in his chest pulls��at the very sight of him. Someone interrupts their staring contest, demanding the man’s attention, and Tamlin feels his heart sink. Maybe he can still send a drink over.

“Hey, do you wanna dance?” Clark asks suddenly.

“Um,” Tamlin says awkwardly. He remembers what was said in the car, and he’s not quite sure if he wants to test Bruce’s patience. “I’m not sure if that’s a good idea.”

“Oh! No, no, I’m not gonna—” Clark buries his face in his hands, smudging his glasses. He suddenly remembers that he’s wearing them and starts wiping them on his shirt. “I meant like platonic dancing! This is Bruce’s fault. He thinks he’s funny.” He gets up and holds his hand out to Tamlin. “C’mon, it’ll be fun!”

“I don’t know how to dance.”

“I can teach you.”

It seems like Tamlin hasn’t got much of a choice. He glances back at that spot with the beautiful stranger and finds him gone. Tamlin nods and takes Clark’s hand, letting the older man drag him onto the dancefloor. Clark is a patient teacher, encouraging him to have fun and Tamlin feels himself opening up. The drinks help. Bruce, ever since his return, keeps slipping a new glass into his hand, and it’s an effort not to spill and move. Tamlin’s far too large to get drunk off of these, but his walls shrink and he lets himself smile at the very least.

“What are these?” Tamlin shouts over the music.

“Pear-lychee martinis! You might wanna slow down!” Bruce says, letting his husband twirl him and swaying his hips as he does so. “These creep up on you pretty quickly!”

Tamlin has yet to shake the feeling that he’s intruding on something terribly intimate, especially as Bruce hooks his arm around Clark’s shoulders and brings their faces close together. He glances away, and then turns his attention back to the VIP corner. The dream with violet eyes is gone, and here he thought he’d had enough of liquid courage to try something ridiculous.

***

Bruce Wayne has reservations, Azriel, his intelligence officer and floor manager (on paper), had warned him earlier in the day. He made special requests for a birthday party. 

They all knew Bruce Wayne’s birthday was not around this time of the year; it was reported in all the papers all the time ever since he was just a boy. Rhysand’s own father had taught him to live in the shadows, and avoid the spotlight because that means less scrutiny. Bruce Wayne lost his parents decades ago and made it the rest of the world’s problem forevermore.

The presence of the billionaire meant that Rhysand had to make an appearance. Whether he deigns to greet him in person, or only offer him a nod from a distance, it is a sign that he is marking his territory and highlighting his integrity. The last thing he needs is for Bruce to fall in love with the sleek decor and excellent service, and try to buy Velaris. Velaris is an ode to all the dreams he could never have as a child. It is Rhysand’s ticket to freedom and through this, he’ll free them all from their father’s thumb. He just needs more time.

He sits in his favourite booth, allowing the music to beat right out of his chest. It’s been a long day and Rhysand is exhausted. That time of the month is coming close, and he feels it in his bones. Soreness spreads throughout his body, his skin is a cage for something that does not fit. His perfume makes him sick. In small doses, it helps him pass as an Alpha, but he has to bear it for the entire day. Now, all it smells like is synthetic. A pale imitation of the real thing, and still nothing compared to a dominant Alpha.

Rhysand pinches the bridge of his nose, and massages his brow. Only briefly, lest he show any weakness to onlookers. He crafts a perfect image, and knowing that Bruce will be here soon, he must establish himself as a force equally as strong as his father. Violet eyes slide over the crowd and—

Pretty.

He can’t help the way a smirk spreads across his face, meeting that emerald gaze with sheer amusement. Rhysand pretends that he has no type, flirting with anything that moves if it suits his ends, but the hopeless man standing across from him, looking like a deer in headlights in Bruce Wayne’s VIP both is a fucking meal and a half. Rhysand allows himself to openly gaze at him, trailing those broad shoulders that hint at his muscular definition, the way his strong Adam's apple bob with nerves, his long blonde hair would look good balled in Rhysand’s fist and that face —the gods have blessed him. Rhysand bites his lip, sighing softly. 

It’s a shame, truly, that he will never— can never —give into his instincts and let that bulldozer of a man take him the way he knows he can. Rhysand will simply have to tame him as he has done to many lovers before.

Azriel alerts him to a fight in the lower levels of the club, and Rhysand has no choice but to intervene before Cassian, his security specialist, starts a fight. Rhysand weaves words made of honey to get his way, and yet, his mind keeps wandering towards the blonde adonis looking for guidance, attention or perhaps just some entertainment. He speeds through his responsibility, making his way back towards the dancing. The curiosity is killing him. What would he look like dancing? Awkward? Uncomfortable? Or would he surprise everyone and be completely at home moving to the music? Rhysand knows what they say about good dancers.

He huffs, smiling to himself.

Bruce Wayne heads his way, and it catches Rhysand off guard. Rhysand cannot explain why his instinct was to dart into the nearest hallway, moving out of the way of someone older, more experienced and an alpha. He swears under his breath. Fuck, he hisses. There are some things that war against his rational mind, and it’s much easier to blame his nature than his own failure. (Was he intimidated? Was he worried he’d say something ridiculous like bringing up his guest immediately ? Probably.)

Rhysand, you are fixating, he berates himself, carrying on his way. 

He makes sure to shoot a quick text to Azriel. Watch Wayne.

The blonde is still on the dance floor, and Rhysand notices the way he slows his dancing to glance towards Rhysand’s booth. So, the interest is mutual? He grins, slipping into the crowd. It parts for him, a natural occurrence around one such as Rhysand. He is magnetic; he is something Other. People orbit around him, knowing their place in his coveted world. His attention remains fixed on the one for him. The sight of him dulls the music, and blocks out the rest of the club. He’s beautiful in a way Rhysand has only seen in himself. 

He wastes not a moment, grabbing the bigger male and wrapping his arms around him as he moves.

In another life, Rhysand should have been a dancer, swaying his hips to the beat of the music. It takes a moment for the handsome stranger to get with the program, going stiff at Rhysand’s back, but sooner rather than later his hands begin roaming Rhysand’s lithe body. Across his chest, following the roll of his body. If he came with anyone, Rhysand has lost track of them (and he has forgotten to care). 

He turns, hooking his arms around the blonde’s shoulders, still moving to the beat.

Those eyes bore into Rhysand. The confusion and innocence is gone; they’ve darkened to give way to something more carnal. Rhysand grins, pressing their bodies closer as he tips his head up, his lips just a hair’s breadth away from this man’s. The change is almost immediate, his pheromones sweeping over the club like a tidal wave—

Of course, of course, the one man who’s ever earned Rhysand’s attention so freely would be a dominant Alpha.

Rhysand embraces the danger, basking in the scent of him and it soothes every thing that feels wrong with him.

In his pocket his phone vibrates. Several messages from Azriel pop up.

Something’s wrong.

Where are you?

Danger.

***

One moment, Rhysand and Tamlin are dancing. The next, a boom rocks through the club and the roof comes down.

[cherrychokerr2]

Hiii!!! <333 it's me again :3

Just wanna ask what would Darcy's opinions (+ interactions) be like with my original three oc's (Frankie, Charlie and Barbara) if that's okay with you ^_^

YESSS IM SO EXCITED

DARCY AND FRANKIE

I do think these two would be like..,besties. I'd like to imagine that Darcy is a regular at her mother's bakery and stumbled in one day when Frankie herself was helping out, and that's how they met !!! Darcy would find solace in the fact that she is sweet and comforting and would most likely never judge him. Not like he would spew his feelings to her but he is eased by the fact that, despite not knowing who he actually is yet, he somehow feels like he's a little bit closer to being himself around her. It would be easier to just say that he's comfortable enough around her to not feel the need to act out a persona that isn't his. He overthinks when it comes to words way too much though LOL

Darcy is a big dog lover so I imagine he would bring a puppy around Frankie, not knowing she's allergic and would feel god AWFUL after she develops an allergic reaction. He would be attentive of any possible allergies she may have, despite her only having two, and would be considerate of her in general. He started learning sign language to properly order and communicate with her mother:3

I imagine there being a whole system when it comes to test information for tutors, and Darcy would occasionally ask Frankie if she knew the answer to some kind of formula or a tricky math problem. They would both help each other out equally and wouldn't view it as a transactional thing, just a friend favor to help each other out !

DARCY AND CHARLIE

Darcy would be really intimidated by Charlie I think. If not intimidated then repelled from her, figuring that she has a bad attitude or is disrespectful, without really knowing the full situation. He takes a lot of what his fellow preps say to heart and would believe Gord whenever he tells him about Charlie flipping him off, even if he was provoking her. Would 100% call her Lottie, unaware that it's Gords thing and pisses her off anyway

I think if they were to ever become friends which I don't think would happen, they would be the "cares too much about what people think x is brutally honest and has no filter" platonic trope. he would be put off by her honesty anyway!!! He's too used to kissing up to people or telling people what they want to hear just so he'll remain liked (which he isn't even by a lot of people), so the thought of some girl telling it like it is is weird to him.

He would constantly bother Gord about WHY he likes Charlie while not even trying to be rude, he just genuinely doesn't get it. He only ever sees her listening to music or skateboarding while in her own little world, and he figures that she would be impossible to speak to because of this. I don't think Charlie would like Darcy either, she would think hes a dorky pushover prep and nothing more LOL

DARCY AND BARBARA

OH THEY WOULD BE BEST FRIENDS I KNOW IT. Darcy loves gift shopping for his friends and surprising them, so he would go out of his way to find a bracelet decorated in pink gems, most commonly pink opal, or some other pink trinket that he can find

Darcy is also somewhat interested in gossip, though he gets a lot of it from the fakest sources. All of his info is passed down between about 30 people and misconstrued so badly that it doesn't even begin to make sense. She's truly given up on trying to tell him that it's all so unbelievable because he refuses to believe that it's probably lies, or at least the product of a botched game of telephone.

Darcy also wishes that the preps would at least lighten up or sweeten their sour attitudes but is far less vocal about it to them directly, compared to Barbara, who at least is vocal about it being ridiculous to her. Darcy doesn't take school or any of the cliques or their drama that seriously, but is somewhat guilty of partaking in their games just because it's amusing him at the moment. He's pretty easy to pull out of it, or maybe Barbara is that good at talking sense into him :p

THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS ASK CAUSE THIS WAS SUPER DUPER FUN TO WRITE AND YOUR OCS ARE VERY COOL !!!!

[legobiwan]

May I ask about your Star Wars fanfics? I wanted you to know I really enjoy them to read on my off time!

May we know your opinions/ headcannons on Dooku and Qui gon's relationship?

How was there dynamic during there early years?

Do you think deep down in when dooku is alone in Sereno, asleep he dreams of seeing his old padawan one last time?

This lyric comes to mind I added on to it.

"Alone and forgotten, i never thought he'd look at me again, but he smiled at me, and I held him.. just like I used to do. Like I used to when he was scarred as a child. Or maybe he was holding me?

Holding me to the light as he used to hold me and look at me, those eyes so full of hope and admiration"

You may absolutely ask me about my Star Wars fics! Thank you for reading my stories! (I swear one day I'm going to finish off those WIPs, aaaaaaaaaa).

Caveat that I'm not as active in the fandom these days (on a bit of Star Wars sabbatical), but I do feel (and I'm someone who melds Master & Apprentice, Jedi Lost, and Dark Rendezvous into canon as I see fit) that in contrast to Dooku's relationship with Rael (which was surprisingly casual, especially as Rael aged. This, if I may be allowed a small tangent, is probably a combination of Rael's aggressive form of charm and Dooku's inexperience and youth)

...but anyway, in comparison to Dooku and Rael, there's this...distance, on the surface, that Dooku keeps from Qui-gon. Their relationship, at least the trappings of it, is more formal, their roles more defined. (This being said, anytime Rael pops by and the three of them are together, those neatly constructed walls start to crumble). This doesn't mean Dooku doesn't care about Qui-gon. He cares, deeply. But as we see in Tales of the Jedi, Qui-gon's apprenticeship years mark the true beginnings of Dooku's disillusionment with the Jedi Order and his slow fall to the Dark Side. And I think part of this detachment from Qui-gon (even as he shows a ferocious protectiveness over him) is, in part, Dooku trying to shield Qui-gon from his more insidious desires and actions. (This backfires, on more than one occasion, when Dooku chokes the crap/lightening attacks/otherwise manhandles out of various enemies who were either threatening his Padawan or were obviously part of the bloating corruption that was metastasizing across the entire Republic).

And to get back to their relationship, we have Dooku being a little more standoff-ish. A little older, a bit more bitter, in general. And young Qui-gon is less outwardly brash than Dooku (at least when he was younger) and Qui-gon is definitely intimidated his new Master. (Although he respects him as a teacher and while Dooku is an exacting, demanding instructor he is also always fair. Whatever his personal troubles are, Dooku is never anything less than a damn fine teacher).

So yes, Dooku cares. Qui-gon's death had no small part in his eventual choice to join the Sith and I have no doubts whatsoever that he dreams both of Qui-gon and Rael regularly as he lies alone in that gigantic, empty bed on Serenno. (I think Dooku, as much as he was trying to manipulate Obi-wan in AotC by bringing up Qui-gon's name, was also being completely honest with Obi-wan in that moment. Actually, he was wholly honest with Obi-wan that entire scene and got shot down due to - at least as Dooku would have seen it - Jedi indoctrination).

And it's this caring that helps to bury Dooku in the end. Caring about his Padawans. Caring about the Republic. About Serenno. About the Jedi. For a man that is so stoic and proper, he is passionate and invested in the future of all the different organizations and governments and societies he's tasked with defending (to the point he'd rather burn them down than allow them to continue to fester). But more than any of that - the Jedi, the Republic, Serenno - Dooku is a teacher. A teacher who is instructing in an intense, one-on-one relationship that puts him in the position of half-mentor/half-parent. We see it when he and Rael embrace after meeting again years later; we see it when Dooku asks an adult Qui-gon for information about this Sith, to protect Qui-gon; we see it when Dooku is forced to turn on Ventress; we see it when he tries to recruit Obi-wan again and again (and, for the record, does not kill him in the bridge scene in RotS when he easily could have crushed Obi-wan with that platform).

This is all to say Dooku cares. And that, to some degree, was exactly the problem.

[walker-extended-universe]

4x04 Review

I thought last week's episode had a lot but I expect things are only going to be ramping up from here because Holy Shit there was a lot going on this episode. "Insane B.S. and Bloodshed" was definitely the right title even if working it into the dialogue was a bit clunky.

As usual, I'm covering each plotline in order of how much I'm rotating them in my mind so here goes:

First up, let's talk about our cliffhanger plot.

The episode picks up right where we left off last week with Stella driving Sadie and Witt somewhere at gunpoint. As they drive, Sadie acts almost nonchalant and tells us that Witt won't hurt either of them and demands more information. Witt does put the gun down and explains his current situation: he doesn't want to kill them, he wants their help. A very scary woman hired him to find a necklace in Geri's house and when he not only failed to find the necklace but tried to hide his failure by faking his death, he got an intimidating message. He doesn't know who this woman is, only that she really, really wants this necklace and Witt's life is in danger until he delivers it.

Sadie is ready to take this to the cops- or at least, to Cordell. She thinks that with Witt alive, there's much less risk of their lives being screwed up by telling the truth. And the cops can protect them from whoever wants that necklace so badly. However, Stella is hesitant. She spent the last few months feeling immense guilt over killing Witt, a guilt Witt is feeling now after killing Jordan in the car accident. She doesn't want to just send him to jail, possibly for life, when it's clear he just needs help. Sadie is willing to humor her for a while but when Stella insists on trying to help Witt rather than helping themselves, she bounces, leaving Stella on her own.

Well, not entirely alone, as August is waiting right outside Stella's dorm looking for the money that Stella got from selling some of August's music stuff. Or at least, that's the excuse he gives at first. In truth, he was worried about her when she wasn't answering her phone earlier and the way she's acting now isn't exactly soothing his concerns. After he reminds Stella of everything they faced together, she decides to let him in on everything that's happening.

Shortly after, Stelle tells Witt she wants to help and he shows up to her dorm room to talk.

Side note: I love the way August put himself in front of Stella.

Next, let's talk about everything with the Jackal.

Once again, we pick up right where last week left off, with Cassie having a freak-out over needing to keep James in the dark. I imagine this is equal parts her not wanting to get in trouble and her knowing how much it hurts to be the one left in the dark on a case like this. Cordell and Trey justify it with how James was before with the Jackal and Kelly asking them to keep it a secret, but she's still not happy about it.

James wants to meet one-on-one with Cordell, so the team has to divide and conquer with Walker keeping James busy, Trey running backup on nightshift, and Cassie meeting with Luna.

Side note: I can't believe James was the voice we heard on the recording.

Luna meets with Cassie and gives her a quick rundown on the Jackal and the motel they're casing out. They have some enjoyable banter while they set up, but Cassie gets defensive when Luna asks her if she's ever worked a serial killer case before. She brings up all her previous experience working non-serial killer cases, which makes me wonder if she'll end up overestimating herself with this case.

Side note: Let's never refer to Vladimir Putin as "Vlady P" ever again. Ever.

Things are going well until they hear something going down outside the room they're in. The gang that's been hanging around the place is getting suspicious of all the "new activity" that night and Cassie and Luna do their best to keep things calm while they help a girl with a missing mother. Unfortunately, drug dealers are unpredictable and we get an quick action scene before the dealers give them info on where the girl's mother went.

When they find the location, Luna talks more about the Jackal's killing methods and how they affect the people around the victims. While he talks, Cassie finds a burial site and they both start digging frantically- and find the girl's mother, buried alive with a Jackal tooth in her mouth.

The Jackal's return confirmed, Cassie calls the case in. First to Walker, who doesn't answer, and then to James.

On a sweeter note, let's talk about James and Cordell catching up. It's a small part of the episode but I felt like it deserved it's own section.

Though Cordell only brought James to the Side Step as a distraction, it was a nice way to catch up with his old partner after the Captain's Conference.

Keeping the conversation light, James brings the conversation to how things are going with Kelly. Now that they're fixing their relationship and entering their second honeymoon phase, James is feeling great. But something is going on with Kelly; she's sleeping in another room and she got rid of all the alcohol in the house. The only thing James can think of is that she's pregnant, a theory Cordell is happy to run with.

We also find out that James and Kelly had previous tried for another child at around the time the Jackal was last seen. Naturally, that attempt at a child didn't work out and he's not sure how to feel now, or how to confront Kelly about it.

After that, the conversation shifts to Cordell and Geri's relationship. Things are also going great there, with them finally saying I love you for the first time and while James is happy to hear that, he owes Kelly $20.

Side note: I love Kelly and James and Cordell's relationship. So much.

Things are going well for both of them and Cordell gets some drinks to celebrate. While he's gone, Cassie calls James with the news that the Jackal is back. Naturally, this kills the mood and Cordell is right there to be on the receiving end of his anger. James feels hurt and betrayed by one of his closest friends and none of Cordell's justifications- never mind that they're James' own- can fix that. For now.

With that, they head the location of the body. The investigation is in full swing and our ranger team has work to do.

This was a crazier episode than I was expecting and I can only imagine the season is going to get crazier from here. There was a big theme of secrets being revealed in this episode, from Witt filling in Stella to Stella filling in August to the ranger team filling in James. Next episode is probably going to be focusing on the fallout from all the secrets. I'm happy to see everyone on the same page again but I wish it had happened differently, especially with Stella and August.

Wishes aside, I have so many questions for next week. Is Kelly actually pregnant? How is James going to handle the Jackal case? How are Stella and August going to keep their own secret under wraps? Is Cassie going to get in over her head with the Jackal? How many more reveals can our Walker Family take?

See y'all next week!