#just started playing the game and i'm obsessed so expect more art

[lotus-pear]

typical morning on the express ft caelheng

[the-sinful-voice-witch]

SONAMY ongoing evolution

I've been playing Sonic frontiers and I watched Sonic prime and I read the IDW comics... Omg where's do I start???

Sonic frontiers is just a work of art in general, but the sonamy inside is just beautifully portrayed, I can say that Ian Flynn totally ships them 😌😌. I'm just so utterly happy how things had changed even if it took so many years

Sonic changed a lot his perception of Amy! 🥲🥲🥲 Also the detail of the umbrella line, remember that sonic was created in Japan, say fellow anime fans what does usually means when two characters share an umbrella? What does it mean when students in Japan draw an umbrella in the blackboard with two names written under it? It is clear that Ian Flynn totally knows the meaning and the MUSIC! Seriously those scenarios with Amy and that music felt like it came right out of a shojo anime😖😖😖💗💗

But also the feels... THE FUCKING FEELS!! The way Amy is kind of too calm with her situation but Sonic is just so worried and you could tell how worried he was even if he tried to play it cool... His expressions girl... Look at him with his cute ears dropped 🥲🥲🥲 Guys this game fed us good stuff... We shippers finally got what we had always wanted.

Next topic: Sonic Prime.

So I'm a bit conflicted, cause i only liked one of Amy's different designs and that was Thorn Rose, I'm obsessed with her hair but dude Rusty Rose? That could have been better... Also why Rusty Rose and not Metal Rose? Cyborg Rose? Badnik Rose? Mecha Rose? Robot Rose? Rusty sounds a bit degrading... It is because she was made like that by the Egg council? Pff also her robot appearance is just so ugly! What with that eye? But I love the dark concept and I love her SASS 🤣🤣🤣🤣Anyway my problem with Rusty Amy and Sonic is that it feels like the situation is not treated nearly as serious as Nine situation and boy ok you are a hurt loner with bully victim issues but Amy is basically dead, like there's no flesh or organs in her, she literally has a Birdy as a source of life and what is the outcome of that? Is there another outcome different from Gamma's fate in sonic adventure? Because the second Amy gets back her emotions she will want to release the bird... But more importantly... I can't wait to see Shadow react to her... This is the girl that reminded him of Maria, i really shouldn't but I really have high expectations for what kind of interaction will they have, we really need to see Shadow and Amy interact more let's be honest. As for the other Roses, there's no much to say about Black Rose but with Thorn we got good stuff too:

But I have to say one thing... Ok I know Amy is a strong power character but... It's a bit ridiculous that she could fight off characters like Rouge and Knuckles THAT EASY is just...🙃🙃🙃 Well i loved the part when he tries to reason with her all like: you liked me... A bit? Remember? And she is just so irritated and done with him already 🤣🤣🤣 but then... We also got this:

Actually touch her cheek you COWARD!!😤😤 Also when he was about to smash her and but stopped because he has a flashback of his Amy 😭😭😭, it's curious that Thorn Rose seems to be more impactful in Sonic than Rusty Rose which is ok but is odd plot speaking, after all Rusty is the one in the worst condition and is the one hunting him down, I'll just wait for next season and see what happens

And last but not the least I Shall say something about THIS!!

This illustration hit me right in the kokoro, date with hands holding and Sakura petals... is pure shojo manga energy!! I'm so blessed 😭😭💗💗

And of course the important reminder that Amy is a POWER CHARACTER and that's why she and knuckles make a good POWER SIBLINGS team as I stated in their own post about them... And dear Silver fucking gave her a COLOSSAL hammer 😂😂😂do not mess with the pink hedgehog buddy, and of course Sonic knows exactly how awesome she is as it should be, seriously she is really getting better and better, i really hope we'll see her in the next movie

[spitdrunken]

currently i'm really busy with writing for my thesis, which unfortunately leaves me with little creative juice... ive been engaging with other people's creations a lot more rather than writing for myself, but have some assorted thoughts on things ive enjoyed recently below, for anyone who is interested. feel free to send me asks about anything that's mentioned, but because of the above, might take me a bit to get back to u <3!

these aren't really x reader thoughts, just rambling! if you read this, thank u, i am giving you a kiss on your forehead/hug/fistbump/handshake/whatever words of affirmation you have been wanting to hear today. pick your favorite!

(Pokephilia mention) Pokémon Legends Z's announcement!! It'll be forever until it's released (which, as a true Pokémon fan, I'm very happy about BAHAHAH), but I'm so excited! Very curious how they are planning to implement, what seems to be, citybuilder elements... If Emmet shows up in this game, I'm going to be super delighted, but I honestly doubt it. Either way, it's made me think a bit more about the twins, and Poképhilia stuff in general as well! It's such a shame/pain the main tag is blocked... one day I will start and stick to my intention to write, like, porn about all the Pokémon, haha. A dream...

(cannibalism(????) monster eating??? mention. consensual!) Dungeon Meshi really was as much fun as everyone mentioned! Don't really see myself writing fic about it, except for a very specific idea I had... I like the thought of Laois 'obsessed with eating monsters' Touden got to meet a monster (AKA Reader) who is equally obsessed with the idea of being eaten!! Maybe a mermaid, or something like that? It's his one chance to eat a humanoid monster! Though the others probably won't believe him when they tell him that it was 100% consensual, and are judging him harshly LMAO

Welcome Home updated! Very happy about this. Though I don't connect them publically, I actually have written quite a bit of WH fic and my sfw sideblog for it used to have more followers than this one LMAOO. Maybe one day I'll write NSFW works for it, but I dunno if there's interest... Plus, I very much fall underneath people the creator would consider 'unwelcome' in their squeaky-clean fandom or whatever, but they have like a quarter million followers now, lol. Anyway, Wally is, as has been said many times before, the Most! He draws me in <3

And also, poor Eddie, lmao. It's very interesting to me, with the inclusion of the Narrator, that the characters seem to be forced to steer in a specific direction, if that makes sense? To upkeep a certain mask. I wonder if 'as above, so below' is a reference to that, in the sense that whatever is dictated by the stronger forces of narrative, is what shall occur 'below'-- In their world. Like, the animosity some of these puppets have for each other!!!!! Some of them are just straight up Not Friends, lmao.

I need to play more of it, but if anyone is reading this, go play I Was A Teenage Exocolonist. I expected it to be waaaay more popular, especially on Tumblr, but it's so underrated? The writing is wonderful, the characters are well-defined, and the art is breathtaking! Please take a look at the trigger warnings, cuz there are a few that are definitely applicable, but it's soooo good... If it has to be said, I romanced Dys first, lmao.

I am watching The Apothecary Diaries right now, just started today, and can I jsut say... I'm such a fan of all the women in this show!! I love the perspective it gives on court life a lot! Maomao definitely is pulling in all the men AND women, huh.... i appreciate that. Jinshi also 100% wants to get degraded by her, huh. Maomao is the sexywoman of this show.

[chekensheppppp]

I would love to hear about any head canons you have for the two not so very great dads :3 💖

I HATE THEM!!! 😡😤 (proceeds to make art, stories, and headcanons of them as they occupy my mind space for how many months already) (slight suggestive warning for some of these HCs)

I like to think they dated way before the present time (they dated in college, this hc is long so i'm not adding it here rn). So in the present games where they meet again (USUM's RR and Masters) Ghetsis slowly starts to develop romantic feelings for Giovanni (again). This bothers him to no end, especially since he suspects that Gio knows. Mafia man does figure out and secretly uses it to his advantage in their rivalry. Overtime though, Gio starts to feel mutual (again). This leads to him subtly flirting with Lettuce causing the latter to grow even more frustrated with his romantic man crush. He shouldn't fall in love with his enemy for world domination yet he did and he suspects that the other likes him too so now he's even more infuriated.

The jist of their dynamic pre-relationship is just Ghetsis being a tsundere who is also obsessed with the don bastardo (which he tells himself is hatred) and Gio being a smug flirt that takes any chance he gets to infuriate lettuce priest more.

They're very professional, most people wouldn't even notice that there's something going on between these two since they act all curt and business like everywhere. But if one stops and observes them, they'd notice how there is a minuscule hint of fondness in the way they speak to each other and how they have their own code in saying their affections. Also, look closely and you'll realize the glances they share have a deeper meaning than just mere looks. To put it short, they have a lot of eye sex, it's subtle but once you notice it, it becomes clear as day. Their grunts feel awkward whenever they end up noticing; it feels like they're intruding on private matters though they're not sure what.

Ghetsis has mobility issues, particularly his BW2 rendition, and he can't really walk and run for long distances anymore. Good thing he has a strong, beefy stud of a boyfriend to carry him around. Whenever Gio does that, Ghet becomes extremely flustered but doesn't stop him. While he does prefer dealing with his own problems and issues himself with the stubborness and persistence of a lone wolf, he's still a sucker for being treated and pampered like royalty. (After all, he is from a royal lineage and a pompous fuck)(expect a comic based on this soon)

In most other ships that involve Gio, he tends to subtly tune down his cruel, aggressive, and domineering traits for his partner and tries to be more considerate, slow and careful (still keeps the charming mafia godfather vibe tho). In this case, he doesn't. Being that they're both old and shitty bastards, Gio doesn't feel the need to adjust himself much for Ghet since he doesn't play nice either. If anything, he can be as blunt and straightforward as he wants to be. He won't hesitate to just slam the green-haired maniac down his office desk, rip apart his robes and have his way with him until sunrise.

Ghetsis likes to ramble and rant about whatever, whenever convenient. Gio doesn't mind this and lets him go on about whatever topic his partner wants to talk about. Usually he'd also return a comment if the other inquires on what he thinks or when he so chooses but in some instances, Gio just gets lost in the sound of Ghetsis voice, how he would be so full of emotion and conviction in the way he speaks and just the sound of it all can be what he considers music to him. You can tell he's not really paying attention to what Ghetsis says and is just enjoying the sound of his voice when he looks at him utterly lovestruck (well, as lovestruck as how a hardened mafia boss can be)

There are only a handful of people Ghetsis would allow to touch his hair; his hair care routine takes a long time to do and anyone that messes with it is basically asking for death. Gio is one of those few people. This pretty much means that he trusts him enough now to let him touch his hair and boy, he made a pretty good decision. Feeling his hand comb through his locks feels soothing and well, he does like how he pulls his hair from behind whenever they fck.

Gio most definitely had a long list of past lovers and even now that he's seeing someone, he still has many others clamoring to be with him. Ghetsis does not like this one bit. Whenever he's with Gio and someone tries to get too close to Gio, he just shoots them a scowl that can make milk sour up immediately and sticks closer to Gio. Gio does tell him to calm down about it and that he's a grown ass man who can make his own decisions but he does find it endearing seeing how much Ghetsis is in love with him.... even if it is going full possesive, but he can deal with that. (expect a comic on this too)

Curse that one deactivated blog for giving Gio a thing for Ghet's legs because now, I actually like the idea of it. Gio simply loves his tall, GNC, gossip girl, murderous megalomaniac boyfriend and his long ass legs.

There's something so funny about them getting married and Gio going like "Now that we're married, it's only fair that I give you something that you've always wanted." And straight up presents Ghet with a gun and says, "Let's shoot up a police station as part of our honeymoon, amore mio Harmonia." And Ghet is all sparkly eyed and delighted and goes "You know me so well, Sakaki dear." And their children are just screaming in horror in the background, "DON'T MAKE HIM MORE OF A THREAT THAN HE ALREADY IS!!!!"

and yeah that's it for now, this is getting too long lol

[prototypelq]

So, I stumbled upon a video about Adi Shankar today (that's the netflix anime exec and showrunner), and I...now feel much, much more positive about the whole thing!

What I've learned, is that Adi is basically El Donte with Vergil-drank-a-whole-Monster levels of hype&energy&perfectionism in tv series industry. The guy is clinically unhinged and deranged, which I think could fit the DMC anime tone nicely.

He has been making gaming adaptations for a long time now, and his works all come from a genuine love and care for the source material, enhanced with a special Adi TM take on the whole thing. Sadly, I've just learned of his other works, so not exactly best source for this kind of thing, but I got the feeling the guy likes to gore and darken up the source, spice it up with self-irony, and sew everything to skeleton made out of pure-geek love and obsession over the original.

He had a sort of El Donte arc in the industry, as the guy liked to come in shattering doors and expectations of 'normal' executives and investors, but he seems to have matured a little to start combining the best of fan-love and big investor money into amazing and unique works of art. He is most known for working on Castlevania series, but personally the show I learned about (and was sold on to give a watch) is Captain Laserhawk.

Captain Laserhawk is Ubisoft doing a RARE INDEED creative take on their stuff, basically they gave Adi creative freedom over every franchise Ubisoft has ever owed, and a result of that was a.... an adult show which roasts the ever-living hell out of Ubisoft, their practices and everything, with Rayman doing news-anchoring, drugs and then having an existential crisis? Oh, and also for animation he specifically commissioned a studio known for the...furry carnal desire series they uploaded to their own page.

The most bizarre thing is that Adi said he had a Ubi-lawyer follow him to every meeting to confirm that, yes, Ubisoft gave a green light to all of this.

So, uh, yeah gotta give Captain Laserhawk a watch, I wanna see Ubisoft roasted.

Mind you, Captain Laserhawk was Adi given a free-out-of-jail card on going unhinged, so he did not disappoint. His Castlevania show seems to have been loved by all fans, and seems to be much more tone-according to the series, as far as I can tell. At least, I've heard nothing but praise for that series. Also, knowing japanese studios, I think Capcom was keeping a close watch over everything, still, if Adi's previous work is to go by, then this anime is sure going to be

C R R R A Z Y

Adi claimed to have played all the DMC titles, so he knows his source, and I now believe that those manga in the latest anime preview weren't for show either. We also know the father of the series, Hideaki Itsuno, oversaw the anime production to some extent, so I'm sure it's going to tonally fit DMC. I also wouldn't mind a darker take on this series at all. The anime would be the perfect form to do that, too, as DMC is a world where demon incursions are a frequent occurrence, this HAS to affect the people of this setting somehow. The games can't really tap too much into that either, cause the gameplay of this series is 'bully your opponent back into hell' basically, these games are f u n, and you can't really have fun gameplay and a depressing story, the tone clash wouldn't really work.

DMC5 tried, but it is still mostly a very fun experience, the tragedy of the Qlipoth attack is highlighted only in the beginning, and the game even ends with Nero brightly lit and looking around the ruins, which works for him as a character, but the human tragedy that happened has already been forgotten by that point.

This is not a critique, I wouldn't have DMC any other way, but I DO want additional material that brings the setting down when we exit the 'sparda idiots' radius, and I feel like with Adi at the helm that's exactly what we might get with the anime. Oh, he also claimed to have been working on the anime all this time since 2018, and with his drive and obsession over every project I feel like Adi is not exaggerating, the production of that size and obsession could have very well taken over five years in the oven.

So yeah, I am now feeling much more excited for the whole thing. That's a very nice feeling)

[dailyadventureprompts]

Not gonna lie, the shore game actually sounds pretty fun. One thing I might do if I did this was on one of the earlier days the party is there have them find like some kids playing a simplified version so they at least had a general idea; Xemplaris using the more complicated & complete rules from the original game. But honestly I'm tempted to just have like a shore game tournament if I ever need like some filler or something.

Minigame: Klac

The game of Klac is enjoyed across a myriad of kingdoms and involves players collecting marbles of various materials and then trading them by way of a dexterity based game played in groups of two or more. The exact rules of Klac shift from region to region as local customs and idiosyncrasies solidify and it's not an uncommon sight to see players in more metropolitan center argue about nuances of the rules longer then they end up playing.

Still, the thrill of victory and collecting exotic marbles draws players of all ages to the game, especially adventurers and merchants whose journeys across the world allows them to amass a small horde of marbles as souvenirs of their many travels.

What separates Klac from other marble games is the variety of the pieces involved: Clay marbles are common, as are glass in those regions where the art is practiced, but one can also expect to find pieces made of metal, wood, or stone which can fundamentally affect how marbles behave, with some marbles even being made of patterned ceramics or semi-precious stones. Size likewise is no set factor when it comes to marbles with anything able to be held between the first two joints of the smallest player’s fingers seen as valid for competion. Some specalized artisans are even known to make trick marbles: hollow clay ones that will crack apart when struck rather than being knocked out of the ring, wooden ones with metal inlays that affect their trajectories,  glass ones filled with a mixture of water and mercury to affect thier velocity, hemitite that adheres to others or knock them off course. These diverse (and in some cases frankly unfair) pieces are what make klac such a draw for those who obsess over it, who go to great lengths to uncover new strategies for what seems at first like a simple game.

How to Play Klac at the table:

Since you can't expect your party to drop everything and play out an actual marble game, here's an easy way to play:

have every player roll 3d20 and mark down the numbers, except 1-5, and 16-20, which are immediately discounted, simulating a marble rolling off the playing field.

Starting with the person who rolled the highest, check around the table to see if there are any matching numbers, which cancel eachother out. A quick way to do this is to say " Fifteens, fourteens thirteens" and have a quick raise of hands. This represents marbles knocking into eachother, and knocking them out.

After all matches have been removed, players tally their remaining numbers, highest number wins. in the event of a tie, have a roll off.

Adventure Hooks:

It's a well known fact that rich people love to waste their money on extravagances, and a local jeweler makes an earnest living carving gemstones and casting precious metals to make Klac pieces for her wealthy clientele. When her shop is robbed she reaches out to the party for fear that some of that same clientele may blame her once they realize that their property has been stolen and use their influence to ruin her reputation. As the investigation progresses, it becomes increasingly clear that the thieves weren’t after valuables, but a specific set of marbles commissioned by a particular client, Who just so happens to have stated the outcome of some very important noble dealings on an upcoming klac game.  There’s a deeper mystery here than who stole the marbles, as this deal has massive ramifications that might stretch across the kingdom should it default.

While Traveling through the wilderness, the party encounters a naiad playing Klac on the shoreline and has the opportunity to ask for directions towards their goal. On closer inspection however it appears all of the waterfey’s marbles are in fact pearls of astonishing size and luster. Gambling with the fey is never a wise idea, but with a small fortune on the line perhaps they can afford to be wise another time.

After playing a couple rounds of Klac in the local roadhouse, the party will hear a couple of their fellow gamblers discussing an eccentric local magistrate in possession of a massive collection of rare and beautiful marbles known for inviting complete strangers into his home for the sake of a rousing game or the chance of trading an interesting piece. Knowing an opportunity when they hear it, the party head to the next town over and have just been welcomed past the threshold (and out of the downpour that broke out while they were waiting) when they hear a thud and a tremendous clatter from up the stairs that might be confused for thunder. Rushing up stairs they’ll find the magistrate murdered, his pristine display shelves overturned, and a cowled, avian figure silhouetted in the now open window before diving off into the night.   This trespasser is the kenku Tonk, a roving thief and Klac hustler who’s heard stories of a lich who was sealed inside his phylactery by a group of heroes past, a perfect crystal sphere one could confuse for a marble.  With the murderer in the wind and a hysterical butler accusing them of being accomplices, time is running out before Tonk finds a means of releasing the lich in exchange for a cure to the kenku curse of wordlessness

The Rules of Klac

It’s often said there’s as many ways to play Klac as there are people to play it, but generally the rules resolve down to something like this:

Each player keeps thier marbles in a bag, which they give a shake before the game begins, drawing out a handful of marbles. ( A decision to weigh carefully, as a larger handful means more options for victory, but also more on the line).

Each player then selects five marbles, and puts the rest in a communal cup/bowl/other openmouthed container large enough to contain all the marbles. (They’ll want to select the marbles that are larger and heavier, and/or ones too valuable to lose)

a circle is drawn on the floor, generally seven feet across, with another 1ft circle inside. The cup is then upended over this circle in such a way that the marbles pour out. The cup is then placed right side up in the middle of the circle, displacing the marbles. (all marbles that roll out of the outer ring are put into the cup)

Whoesever marble is closest to the outer edge of the outer ring starts first, and play proceeds clockwise form there. Players must flick one of their five chosen marbles (called a striker) and try to knock other marbles out of the inner ring, If they successfully knock one out, they take that marble into their “ante” and get to take another turn, shooting their first marble again and again until they fail to knock anything out of the inner ring. If the player knocks anything into the cup in the middle of the ring loud enough to make a “Klac” sound, they must instantly stop their turn and put any marble that hit the cup (including their striker) into the cup.

If a player’s turn ends and their striker is still inside the inner circle, it is counted as being a valid marble for knockout allowing other players to knock it out of the middle circle and add it to their ante

When it cycles back to a player’s turn, they may either continue playing from one of their currently deployed striker, or surrender it, chosing one of their four remaining potential strikers and shooting from the outside of the ring again. Players with no more strikers cannot take turns

Play ends when all the marbles are cleared out of the inner circle, or when all players are out of strikers. Each player keeps whatever marbles are in their ante, with the player who got the most marbles also taking whatever ended up in the Cup. All marbles still in the outer ring are returned to their owners ( this becomes a meta-game in high ranking klac circles, who may take disadvantageous moves to knock particular marbles in/out of the outer ring should they be deemed valuable enough)

In friendly games, trading marbles back to their owners is encouraged at the end of the night, and the bargaining that takes place is often used as an excuse to buy drinks for strangers or initiate dares among drunken friends. This also serves as a winddown period to ensure there are no hard feelings over spilt marbles.

Klak Items: 

if your party gets a taste for Klak, consider letting them begin amassing a collection of rare marbles, represented by giving them additional options when playing the abstract game mentioned above:

Better marbles that let them replace one or more of their d20 rolls with: 2d10,  2d8, 4d6, 3d6, 5d4 etc. Each of these have their own benefits and drawbacks, so rather than trying to balance them, simply reward them with one of the options for winning a rare marble in a game or going to the local marketplace to get some (with each town’s market giving a different option)

A champion Klak bag as a common magic item, which lets them add or subtract their slight of hand or gambling proficiency to any of their d20 rolls before they have to start discounting any.

Art

[kolbisneat]

MONTHLY MEDIA: November 2023

Ooooooh it's getting cold and snowy out here in Ontario! Perfect weather to stay in, curl up, and read/watch/play something.

……….FILM……….

Bottoms (2023) The heightened reality could've been made apparent a little sooner but other than that, no notes. Weird and fun in a way I haven't seen in a while. Big fan.

How The West Was Fun (1994) It took me about 1 hour and 10 minutes to get into this but it finishes strong. And so many great jackets! Ugh I love a good belt buckle.

……….TELEVISION……….

The Crown (Episode 6.01 to 6.02) Okay this is my first dip into the series but having lived (just barely) through a lot of this, I feel like I got caught up fairly quickly. Really feels like the focus is on Diana instead of the Queen, yeah?

Scott Pilgrim Takes Off (Episode 1.01 to 1.06) Not what I was expecting and really refreshing for it! The animation varies wildly from episode to episode and I assume it's intentional buuuut sometimes it doesn't quite work for me. If I finish it and enjoy it enough to warrant a rewatch, I'll definitely try it with the Japanese dub.

……….YOUTUBE……….

Mosa Lina by Caleb Gamman This looks like a fun game and, more importantly, the video is a thoughtful divergence into the topic of "genre". Gonna be thinking about the ideas in here for a while. VIDEO

This Woman Deconstructs 100-Year-Old Books To Restore Them | Obsessed | WIRED by WIRED I could watch book restoration all day and I hope this becomes an ongoing series or she starts her own channel. VIDEO

7 Deadly Art Sins by CJ the X Vital watching for any creative type. Don't compare yourself to others (different from learning from others), don't hesitate starting that project you have in mind, and don't be afraid to create stuff you don't like cause it's an opportunity to reflect and grow and move towards making something you do like. Also promise me you won't call it content. VIDEO

Chicago Doesn’t Own Its Own Streets | Climate Town by Climate Town If you ever hear a city councilor mention selling public infrastructure to a private company, send them this link or vote them out. VIDEO

……….READING……….

A Few Fiends To Tea by Virginia Coffman (Complete) Picked this up secondhand for the cover (obviously) and the promise of a dying man using his remaining time to enact some vigilante justice on serial killers. Pulpy fun, right? Well it mostly reads like a mid century romance with a few interesting exchanges peppered throughout. Oh well.

Silver Surfer by Slott & Allred Omnibus by Dan Slott and Michael Allred (Complete) This is what comics can be. Funny, sad, silly, and sincere, all while telling superhero stories that don't exclusively rely on punching to solve conflict. This reads like the best of Doctor Who and I love it all the more.

Delicious in Dungeon Volume 1 by Ryoko Kui (Complete) It seeeeeeeeems like the series is wrapping up so while I wait for the final volume's release I figured I'd start a reread. Knowing where it's going it's fun to see how established the setting and characters are right out of the gate. Just so great and I can't recommend it enough.

……….AUDIO……….

Wag the Doug (Podcast) This is for a very specific audience (folks living in Ontario, Canada that are invested in provincial politics) but if you're a part of that demographic then it's a great way to loosely keep up with what's going on.

……….GAMING……….

Oz: A Fantasy Role-Playing Setting (Andrews McMeel Publishing) The Mof1 Crew is infiltrating a funeral where they know Princess Ozma will be attending. I think their plan is still stuff from the coat check but maybe they'll change course along the way. Never know what I'm going to get with this crew.

Wonderland: A Fantasy Role-Playing Setting (Andrews McMeel Publishing) Got to run this quite a bit this month and testing is going well! Similar tone but very different sort of play from Oz and Neverland and I feel like that's a good thing.

And that’s it. See you in December!

[duyungdodol]

gen asking, how does it feel starting over from scratch? i do find it a shame you deleted ur twitter. yomber and valorant is not the same without you there. i rlly can't imagine starting over at another platform. ure strong for that. im glad you're still around, donna. will always love your art and imagination. thank you for being the reason I installed valorant!

Woah, aaaa....!! ♥ I am always caught off-guard when people tell me they start playing VALORANT because of me. I'm so, so glad and I'm also so sorry, haha. I hope the stress and toxicity isn't ruining any of your days-- and that it's more to the fun and teamwork!

Also, your words are very kind and warm-- thank you so much, seriously. I love my art and my imagination too, aaaa~!!!!

And I'm happy I'm still around too, for as long as I can. ♥ I'm here, anon. Things have always been the same, in my sketchbook.

How it feels to start over? I don't feel anything except momentary melancholy and nostalgia from time to time. I do miss the many people I met and some of the experiences I had-- but with the new messy changes to the Twitter / X app, I found it difficult to enjoy the company and the experiences when the base is built poorly. It's like... enjoying tea time altogether but the ground is wobbling and you keep worrying when the floor is going to collapse. I just think my works and my mains deserve better than that.

Moving to Tumblr (again), Instagram and Bluesky wasn't so bad. If anything, I feel more free now that Twitter / X is not what I see everyday. I no longer worry about the need to do fast information-processing of real or fake news, I don't see people hating on each other as much as I used to, no more modern generation jokes that I tried so hard to get and say, the expectations of posting everyday, no more of the parasocial people that want me so much and the mountains of other people's expectations that suddenly fell onto my lap the moment I hit 6k-7k followers that time... It's now just me, my sketchbook and my old small house. It's always been. Many followers or not, I've always been that.

A lot of people seem to forget that though. Others that have strangely begged for me to play games with them while some got very overthink-y or obsessed with me as if I'm some idol... now treat me as nothing, after I left Twitter / X. Thank God they woke up. It's most peculiar that others seem to worry or be so affected by my followers and account more than I ever will be.

I don't think it should ever matter if an artist is no longer on a mainstream platform (unless they wish to make a financial living out of being a community or fandom artist). I don't think me removing myself from a broken app should mean I'm suddenly lesser than who I was back when I never had an account or when I had a small following.

Without the audience I built and dearly miss, I'm still a sketch artist. I miss them all very much though-- and I wish them all well. And it's not like they're gone, hahaha. Many are still here and I'll always be thankful of their continuous support and love.

My main house is Tumblr and Bluesky while my little treehouse is Instagram-- and truth be told, I'm rarely on them since I have a good but challenging job now. I also went back to reading my old and new books, haha!

But anyway, if me losing that Twitter / X account means that I'm now nothing but some visitor on the internet that loves to sketch her imaginations and home? Then, good. People finally remember that I am and will always be exactly that.

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There are some that always saw me as myself and I hope they all know they have all my luck, love and thanks. Thank you for loving my artworks, have a good day. ♥

[wolfspero]

Hey, I don't want to bother you, so I'll write to you here (and you don't have to reply, of course) I just thought I should say thank you for interacting with my old post, it made my evening- <3

Every time it’s nice to see that there are a few who are interested in this game in one way or another.

Hello! Oh no, I'm not bothered at all - quite the opposite, actually. This is such a sweet message. You don't owe me any thank you, but that's nice from you.

I was glad to see your post too. I was only looking for Heavy Rains' fan arts and gifs (well, especially those about Norman Jayden, but I think that I was open to a lot of things), but I didn't expect to learn anything about the next (unfortunately abandoned) game.

The potential was insane. The fact that it was centered on Norman already got me, but Jack Reilly's existence and their life together? Like omg? First, that means that Norman is canonically gay / bi, which is both awesome and unexpected.

I really had a great time with this video game. It probably was my first narrative game (and more specifically, a game with choices, but I don't know how to say it in English) and I loved the experience. I played it a few times and also watched some let's play (I just finished one today, because a very well known French streamer just discovered Heavy Rain and I wanted to live this experience again). It's always cool. A lot of feelings, several linked points of vue, endearing characters... bref, it works, and it's hard to just move on after the end.

However, it's really hard to ignore how the whole game shows a typical straight male gaze. Like all the time, and it's not even subtle. Women are objectified for no purpose - just because they can do it, I guess? This is not just about David Cage's shower obsession (like really, how many shower scenes? is it a kink or something? for real, it happens too often to be ignored ahah), but how he portrays his female characters. It's quite painful to watch. How many sexual aggressions? We even have a particularly scary agression in a dream? Was any of it really necessary? Did they exist in any other way?

Oh, yes, we had Madison Paige. I liked her, but she was not an exception at all. She also was over sexualized - not surprising, at this point - but that's not all. Yes, she is smart and brave. But that doesn't erase the fact that she only exists to be here for Ethan Mars. She was the nice nurse that helped him every time he was hurt, because that's how women are supposed to be.

Gender roles are very stereotyped and it even starts in the firsts minutes of the game, when Grace is depicted like if she was so boring. She took care of the children all day, managed all the organization herself and is basically exhausted.

And when she comes home, what? Ethan didn't do anything. He has to wait for his wife to tell him what to do, to remember that yes, it's his kid's birthday and he should be more invested. So a very hard task, to get the table ready... except he doesn't even know where the plates are, how to open the placard (I don't remember the English word, sorry) and can't even take care of the material. But he did it, so I guess we should applaud?

And after that, Grace continues to set up everything, without any consideration, while he goes out to play with the kid. It brings him the good role. I guess that Grace would love to spend fun time with her children too, but she can't since she is the only one to be invested in his son's birthday organization.

So when I read that Norman Jayden had a boyfriend, I was just confused. Wtf David? Were you drunk or something? How could you even not think straight? I know that sometimes a strong enough misogyny can involuntarily become gay, but still. This is so far from what we saw in Heavy Rain. I was not expecting it to be somehow canon. But it is, and I take it. It's just so sad that we'll (probably) never see it as a game.

The fandom seems to do the job for all of us. It doesn't appear as dead as you say, really. I saw some AO3 fanfictions... but didn't read any of it yet. It's not that easy to start an English story when you're so far from being fluent. I already struggle to read in French due to my attention issues (or at least it is the main reason), so starting a story in English is something else - and way harder. I already did it, but not many times and my level stays way too low for me to don't see any difference. Anyway, I hope to be able to start some of them. I saw a lot of potential in a few Norman/Ethan stories and I don't want to miss it.

Well, now, I also hope that Norman/Jack fanfictions exist. I guess not, according to your post? If so, what a waste. We don't know much about them (or at least I do not), but already enough to write a very entertaining story. Jack Reilly obviously was a very skilled scientist. He worked on advanced technologies and Normand used them on the field. This is both revolutionary and fascinating.

Also, we have the whole addiction to triptocaine part. They unfortunately had that in common - Jack even died for it. That brings a deep meaning to all the times we saw Norman fight against his addiction. The fact that he couldn't stop and was sure to die because of it. It's even more significant to know that his love died from it. It's awful and dramatic. But for the same reason, I think that it has - again - a huge potential. A story about their common addiction and how they deal with it would be amazing.

It deserves to exist, really. Oh, and of course, Jack also deserves to survive. I want to see Norman and him happy together. Our poor FBI guy wasn't very lucky until now, so it has to change. I'm not sure that I couldn't support anything else ahah.

Well... This answer starts to be long (or at least, way more than what I expected), so I should stop here. Just thank you for your kind words and your implication in the fandom. It's really pleasant to see. And the fandom doesn't need anything else to be alive.

[ryuichirou]

I totally messed up my prev message, it's all 100% azul/idia for me. This made me download the game and see the twitter tags, oh boy I was wrong. First, the game is super hard and I already have little free time(also super fun so I don't get study done) second, I already know what happens in ch7 :") , third, I still don't care it's great and fun still for me. But could you please recommend your source of where you watch the story, it didn't even occur to me I don't have to play.. Impossible to finish. And please keep up the great art, I love your style of idia and ortho especially (your art is probably among the best I've found so far of twst) , and sadly I'm getting more and more obsessed by day. I just wanna see the story quick :') 🖤

Ohh, I’m sorry you got spoiled! It’s great that it didn’t ruin the fun for you, and I actually agree, twst is such a journey that even after seeing the spoilers you just have to witness everything yourself lol We were aware about a bunch of things story-wise when we first started watching it, but the experience itself was still such a fun and wild ride.

Playing the game is a huge commitment; it’s also quite heavy on the phone, so we gave up on it quite quickly (plus, adding VPN and screensharing to that was too much). Watching makes it easier for us in terms of discussing the events anyway.

When it comes to the source, the short answer would be youtube. There are uploads of both the official EN and fan translations, although for some chapters one option is more difficult to find than the other.

The official translation is alright, I guess, but there is a bunch of lines that were completely rewritten for some reason. Creative liberty, I guess. So if it bothers you, I would advice to check out the fan translations; they are more literal, but closer to the original overall. We started out with the official translation, but have been watching fan translations since Chapter 5, which was a good call, because that chapter was fucking butchered in the official translation, so I’d keep that in mind.

This is where we watched the Prologue and Chapters/Books 1-4.

With fan translations, we enjoy the ones that Ekala provides; they seem quite competent and leave notes about some words and phrases/idioms that are always interesting to read. We watched a couple of events there + the beginning of Chapter 6. But since the translation for the latter one stopped at some point (that happens a lot with this channel, unfortunately), we continued watching it at the OtomeAyui channel, where we also watched Chapter 5 + pretty much anything else that we couldn’t find. The translations are more rough there, but they’re very fast with their uploads and have a lot of stuff.

God I’m happy and excited that you’ll get to experience the story for the first time, I hope you enjoy it!

Also, thank you so much for loving my twst works so much!! It’s such a high praise, with you getting inspired about twst because of the things we post; I am very flattered and motivated to draw more. Especially the Shrouds lol, I’m very happy to hear that you like the way I draw these two 💙💙 Didn’t expect to get so much love and support for them in particular, to be honest. And Azul/Idia too!! <3

Thank you for your ask! Have a great day

[humanmorph]

C/W (01-05) thoughts

Finished the first C/W arc + first faction game (which really took me a while. I'm blaming PALISADE and also the bad weather and ALSO getting obsessed with finishing a bigass drawing in 2 weeks)!

I've said this in a different post already when I had just started listening, but I had like, way lower expectations on this, which seems silly in hindsight. I think I just have a tougher time relistening to podcasts (it's not an issue with rereading books or rewatching movies, really), and often stop about halfway... But it's just really fun to look at C/W again having listened to the rest of the Divine Cycle (and also the other seasons, because it's fun to look at the different player characters throughout). And like. They've gotten better at this over the years so by comparison C/W is 'worse' but it's still fucking good. When it hits it hits, and it honestly hasn't even really started hitting yet (though there's some good moments already for sure. Mako buying a bunch of robots was exactly as funny as I remembered it being)! I'm pretty much just excited for everything, but the Kingdom Game expecially. Something else I'm enjoying (and he'll always continue to do this, but it's so Present in C/W) is how Austin describes scenes. He uses film making language SO much (Counter/WEIGHT is an anime, right)! It's good stuff. I'm trying to not get too used to the system because I know they'll switch. I know WHY they switched and stuff & agree with that decision but I still think it's a cool system & am enjoying the time with it, even if some scenes do drag on quite a bit (which isn't only because of the system, but it also isn't helping).

Some character stuff, I guess: AuDy: They were my favourite at the start last time I listened and I think that pretty much holds up. They're just good. They don't even do that much in this first arc (although dropping from the ceiling as a distraction is pretty fucking great), & I think most of the really good AuDy moments are still coming up, so it speaks to the fact that it's just a good concept for a character that I immediately enjoy. I'm pretty sure they continued to be my favourite pretty much until September? I guess l'll can talk more on it when I get there, though.

Mako: I'm gonna be honest I remembered Mako as way more annoying than he is. At least in this beginning arc. He's literally fine. His whole fogging robots deal is kind of weird to listen to now, since it's something they'd either not do now or actively adress in the story since it's a kind of way to take away agency that's pretty uncomfortable when you look at it longer. I wonder if there's a way that'll come up in the first Chime mission mini-arc? Their hands are a bit tied there since it's a prequel I guess, but there's probably a way to do it. Anyways, Mako ends up as my favourite by the end of the season, and I actually don't quite remember how he got there? But same with AuDy, I'll talk more on it when I get to September (it's possible it was the clone reveal. I love those).

Cass & Aria: They have to share a paragraph because I don't have an extremely strong opinion on them either from my last listen at this point in the story, nor do I now. I'm excited for Aria stuff expecially though. I've mentioned this before, but I'm definitly better at listening and actually processing information now, and it's extremely possible that I just missed things about both Aria and Cass that were just kind of mentioned in a sentence but are actually very important to their characters. (Looking back, I listened to C/W right after I had covid, so some sort of brainfog might also be at fault.) Expecially because Ali isn't very. I can't think of the right word now. But she's just quieter in play (not audio! that's Art.). It's nice seeing everyone get better at this, but for Ali expecially I'm super excited to see her go back to Aria for that mini-arc.

Re: the faction game - it's really good that I know that they cut back on factions later / consolidate them because it is. Not overwhelming necessarily but it's easy to get confused? I feel like I need to take notes on what factions do or like, also have a list of all of them to check to keep track. It's probably a good idea to check out the summaries on the wiki after I listen to these & see if I missed anything. (I keep zoning out because I'm thinking about different, later Counter/WEIGHT stuff, usually related to something they just mentioned.)

All that aside: with the scenes and also just ideas generally they are pretty much immediately crushing it. Like oh my god that first Snowtrak scene just rules so much. That's critical worldbuilding, smart characterization, and fun interaction between good friends right there.

I definitly didn't draw fanart when I was listening in 2020, and I don't know if I will now, but I'm at least in more of a mindset to even want to do it. (& actually, there is ONE scene I was extremely wanting to draw even back then, I just thought I couldn't do it. I do think I can do it now! And I will at the very least try.) But speaking of art, here's a Hudson Thorne for your troubles if you read to the end:

[warblercore]

🖍️ When did you start drawing? Do you remember? 

🐻 Your go-to things to draw when you need comfort?

🦋 Do your drawings resemble you?

And a new one:

Why did you begin to draw klaine/glee, what did you think, feel and wanted then?

first time I'm being brave enough to play an ask game yayyy!!

🖍 I think I've pretty much liked drawing since I was a pretty young child to be honest? the first time I remember being really proud of something I drew though was when I drew a really cool looking dragon when I was nine and I took it into school to show my teacher lol

🐻 basically just whichever character I'm enjoying at the moment!! I definitely draw to destress so if my brain has a silly fun idea, those are the ones that make me the most happy and definitely bring me the most comfort <3 see for example; every time a muppet appears in my art haha

🦋 oooo interesting!!! I really don't know, I'd have to get someone else to compare! I'd say that, because I learned to draw portraits by studying photos of myself for school (we had to take our own ref photos) certain features definitely slip in haha. I definitely give characters my chin during sketching and have to change it so it actually looks like them

bonus: I started drawing glee fanart when I was 16!! this was the klaine/brittana drawing lol; there were probably more sketchy doodles over the years that are unfortunately lost because they didn't get put in folders or they're stuck on my old broken ipad. I was watching the show from the start all the way through for the first time and my brain was unlocking a new obsession so I guess I just wanted to be able to capture the characters well and find a way to express how excited I was about finding this new love!!! I posted it to tumblr and didn't expect it to get much attention because people assume nobody really cares about glee anymore, but it got some nice comments and I was very happy :) of course, I didn't properly get involved with glee art tumblr until this year and I wish I'd done it sooner!!!

I always give super long answers to things so I hope these aren't too much 😭💕

[cravingstudyvalidation]

Intro post!

Hii! I've been on studyblr a few months now and I figured I'd make an intro post even tho none of u asked lol

About me:

name: Tessa

Age:15

Pronouns:she/her/they/them

Zodiac:Cancer

Mbti:INFJ

From:Singapore

Studying:BioChemPhy,Eng&maths

Hobbies:

• Reading(currently reading radio silence,warcross,song of achilles& the inheritance games)

•Music,I've been learning classical music since 4!and I rlly wanna learn to play the ukulele

•Art, I sometimes draw random things and I love sketching people, drawing or just looking at Art is one of my ways to destress

•dance

Others:

• I absolutely despise maths and anything related to it.

• I rely too much on caffeine lol

• I prefer working in libraries than in cafés

• currently learning Spanish and German( probably will learn Korean and Japanese after I master these)

• obsessed with kpop,but mostly BTS&SKZ. I like Taylor swift,girl in red,Harry styles,Chloe Moriondo,Coldplay,Billie Ellish,Clairo and Tate mcrae!

• kinda obsessed with organising idk I just find it therapeutic

• I love true crime so might consider myself as murderino.

Also I'm doing the #30dop challenge starting from tmrw so you'll probably expect more posts!

Fave blogs:

@wecandoit @squidward-loves-bob @marias-studyblr @caffeinatediaries @adhd-academia @adelinestudiess @lottiestudying @chazza-studies-alevels @caffeineandpsychology

[shaniacsboogara]

What are some of your favorite movies and why? I'm in the mood for some ranting about cool stuff :)

OKAY ALRIGHT LET'S DO THIS (in no particular order)

JK ROWLING IS STINKY 🤬🤬🤬

But I love Remus Lupin. And I love the aesthetic of this movie. And I LOVE werewolves. Professor Lupin is one of THE BEST characters in the entire Harry Potter franchise and I just think he deserves more hype and he's really cool and idk I get nostalgic about this movie and it's definitely a comfort movie for me.

Just this entire franchise. And the Hobbit movies. My Dad has always been a BIG Tolkien fan so I was raised on LOTR and went to see the Hobbit movies in theatres when they first came out (I saw the first one 3 or 4 times, I was OBSESSED). BEFORE ANYONE COMES AT ME I'VE ALSO READ THE BOOKS I READ THEM IN GRADE 3 I KNOW THE LORE DW 🙏. I'm a sucker for fantasy (hence my current dnd obsession lol) and the world of these films is just so immersive and breathtakingly beautiful that I can't help but consider them my favourites, even if it's been years since I've watched them cohesively. ALSO THE MUSIC IS SO GOOD. I'LL LISTEN TO THE LOTR SOUNDTRACK ANY DAY.

Again. THE MUSIC.

Andrew Garfield was SO GREAT in this, and I personally connected to it a lot as a songwriter myself. That being said, this movie makes me SOB EVERY SINGLE TIME. Jonathan Larson was truly a talent and it's such a shame his life ended as early as it did. So glad he lives on through his art, and so glad that he was able to make such a huge impact on people with what he created. (Also fun fact I'm going to see Rent in a few weeks)

IT STARTED AS A BIT IT WAS A JOKE

Word of advice: if you ever think to yourself, "Hey. It'd be silly if I kept suggesting to watch that one Adam Sandler Halloween movie whenever my family asks for movie suggestions despite the fact that it isn't Halloween anymore and it's not that good of a movie- DON'T. DO IT.

Hubie Halloween is my comfort movie now. I don't rewatch movies and tv shows a lot, but I've seen this one probably 5 times in the last few months. It's just a silly little Halloween movie, but I sort of started to appreciate it more after realizing "HEY THAT GUY IN THE TIN MAN COSTUME IS WILL BYERS!!!" Although most of the media I find myself drawn to is more complex and explores the intricacies of how humanity functions, this movie somehow grew on me. My family references it constantly, and every time we play Jackbox games, half of the quiplash answers are just "Hubie". Overall I just think this movie is funny, quirky, subverts expectations in silly ways, and is a nice lighthearted watch compared to my other favourites.

My final movie on this list isn't ACTUALLY a movie but I HAVE TO TALK ABOUT IT YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND

MIDNIGHT MASS IS MY FAVOURITE SHOW. EVER. OF ALL TIME.

The music??? Immaculate. THE ACTING??? Immaculate. THE WRITING??? Immaculate (although there are a lot of monologues which can be a lot for some people, but as a theatre kid I REALLY appreciated them).

I've rewatched this show 2 1/2 times now and I'm just so in love with it. It's horror, but it doesn't rely on cheap jumpscares and many of the cheaper tactics some horror movies use nowadays. It's way more focused on its ensemble cast and developing good characters and storytelling. Sure, it starts off a bit slow, but the emotional payoff in the final two episodes is SO. WORTH IT.

Hamish Linklater as Father Paul is just... Awesome. RAHUL KOHLI AS HASSAN??? SO GOOD??? THIS ENTIRE CAST IS SO TALENTED and the way they play their characters is so raw and compelling and human.

Ryan Bergara was so right when he listed Father Paul as a poor little meow meow on Tumblr Top 5 HE SO IS AND I LOVE HIM FOR THAT. Anyway if you wanna see a new take on some classic horror tropes, commentary on the meaning of life and what happens after it, and some really good acting just... Please watch this. It definitely destroys your soul and makes you think but it's so good and the aesthetic is just... Mmmm.

Anyway Boog rant over, THANK YOU FOR THE ASK I LOVE RANTING SORRY THIS IS LONG!!!

[wuggen]

I go from “I am a great computer scientist I am one of the best I know exactly what I’m doing and how it works” to “I haven’t the faintest clue what programming or computers are” every time I check your blog. Man what in the hell kinda fuckin wizardry is going on in here?

So. When I was like 7 or 8 I saw a Foxtrot comic in which Jason wrote a program for waking up and handed a printout of it to his dad, who said "Son, I just wanted a cup of coffee", to which Jason replied "Then why'd you ask for Java?" Anyway, I didn't know shit about programming at that point, but the stuff on the page that Jason printed made a lot of intuitive sense to me ("It's just instructions, huh? Like If this, then do that, I get it!") and I ran with it, writing a series of "Program[s] For The Day" in a little language that I invented on the fly, with inputs and outputs (my own sensory organs and limbs) declared at the top, subroutines (for things like waking up, getting out of bed, getting dressed, goofing off and playing), etc.

I got a lego mindstorms kit when I was maybe 9 or 10, and that little drag-and-drop programming interface was the first actual code I wrote (for some definition of code; it's logically isomorphic). A few years later I started learning more traditional programming languages, starting with Game Maker's little scripting language and then diving straight into C++ when I was maybe like… 13 or 14.

I received a copy of Gödel, Escher, Bach as a gift sometime in high school, and had read most of it before I graduated. The summer before my freshman year of college I worked through a fair amount of Hacking: The Art of Exploitation as well, learning a lot of C in the process of learning a little bit of low-level hacking.

So I went into my computer science degree already knowing a pretty fair amount of base material, not really expecting to be all that interested in the theory side of things and more in it for the practical programming stuff, but then I very quickly discovered that the basics of the theory was basically just the content of Gödel, Escher, Bach and it was like the veil was lifted from my soul. Devoured as many theory classes as I could, both in CS and in more traditional mathy subjects (as long as it was algebra and not analysis).

After I graduated from college I did computer security and program analysis research for several months, and more generally I've tried to continue the same kind of learning I did in college. I still have all of my old textbooks, and I've acquired a pretty hefty number of others (physical and digital) since I graduated.

I'm now 27. I graduated almost four years ago. I've been pretty thoroughly entrenched in — obsessed with, one might be tempted to say — computers and computer science for a solid two decades, over two thirds of my life.

Now, I think it's probably fair to say that I got started on this shit much earlier in life than most of the people who find themselves on a similar path. Seems like learning to program a computer before the age of 10 is unusual among people who know how to program a computer. I was a weird kid.

Pretty sure, though, that it's 100% achievable to get to a similar point as wherever the fuck I'm at regardless of when you started heading that direction. Just takes time and, if you wanna get there extra quickly, probably some mania as well.

All of which is to say: keep going, friend! The path of a wizard is long, and regardless of where you might be on it, the only way to progress is to keep walking and keep learning :3

[moonstrider9904]

Garden

Chapter 8 of The Hunt

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Wolffe x Fem!OC, some Comet x Fem!OC

Check out the amazing art by kaijurave that inspired this chapter and the way I picture Wolffe in this fic from here on out!

Series summary: The 104th battalion’s new medic Rose comes into the scene dazzling everyone, ready for anything life as a battalion medic will ofer to her after having spent much too long secluded in a medical station orbiting Rishi. While she forms close friendships with the troopers, she and commander Wolffe never seem to get along. As arguments between them heat up, Wolffe is challenged to make Rose fall in love with him, a game that by no means will end well for either of them.

Chapter summary: Wolffe and Rose enjoy each other's company during shore leave on Coruscant despite the problems that lurk beneath the surface within the squad.

Warnings/tags: SMUT. 18+, minors DNI. Alcohol and a very brief mention of puking because of it. Also includes some good ole Wolffe fluff because I was just so in the mood for the grumpy man being soft for his lover and also I want to include a carefree filler chapter before inevitable DOOM PiV unprotected sex, please do use protection in real life, clit play, shower sex, rough sex, semi-public sex, light anal play towards the end (fingering, mentions of anal sex), dirty talk and the most minimum of hints of degradation if you squint, language, banter. Please let me know if I forgot to tag something!

Word count: 6.2k

Note: Writer's block hit me just as I wanted to start writing this chapter. I've kissed my posting schedule goodbye since it didn't work for me, I'm pretty sure that the pressure I was putting on myself caused the writer's block, so now that I'm feeling better I'm confident that I can update more frequently.

It had been months since last anyone had heard from the spy.

It didn’t make sense. Balmorra was supposed to be an easy mission, and it had fully gone to hell because of that one mystery person.

Security recordings hadn’t helped the wolf pack get much intel. The spy had known what they were doing, and they’d covered up any possible feature that could get them recognized. No crests or signs of affiliation were visible either, it was simply an average sized humanoid life form, dressed in dark clothing, not letting any skin visible, with goggles and a mask to shield their face.

The dead end kept staring at them right in the face.

Rose had spent almost the entirety of that first day of shore leave cooped in her room, sitting in front of the desk. As soon as she got finished with medical files and reports, she moved back to searching for the spy, rinse and repeat. She hadn’t left the room; she knew it was bordering on obsessive, to insist on finding that spy when it was obvious she wouldn’t find a new lead by staring at papers on her desk.

But with shore leave still ongoing, no new missions planned, and the boys out having their well deserved fun, it was all she could do.

In the silence of her barracks, even despite them being at the edge of the building with a view of the city, Rose made out the sound of steps approaching. Whoever was taking them was being careful not to be heard, and hushed whispers traveled through her door until the steps stopped.

Rose was already expectant when a light knock came on her door, but she hadn’t expected it would be her commander back early from a boys’ night drinking he and the pack had been planning for weeks.

Her dark brown eyes sparkled with joy, even if not much more expression showed in her features at the sight of him.

Wolffe smiled faintly at her, and he quickly turned around to give a signal to someone else, whom Rose figured was Sinker due to the silver head of hair she saw walking away with his back already turned on them, a hand waving dismissively as he stumbled through his steps.

Rose laughed and looked at Wolffe. “Are you sure it’s safe to send Sinker back on his own?”

“He was the least drunk of them all,” Wolffe chuckled as he closed Rose’s door behind him to then let his hands find Rose’s elbows as he held her in front of her. His watchful eyes grazed over her features, noticing the darkness of her under-eyes, the way her gaze wasn’t always on him, the way her red lipstick had faded, not having been reapplied for hours.

“You’re tired,” Wolffe said, his lips curving into a little smile as he watched her.

Despite her sleep deprivation, Rose managed her distinctive, witty smile at him. “Thank you, Commander Obvious.”

With a scoff, Wolffe looked over at the desk Rose had been working on and he sighed, gently letting go of her to walk over to it and see for himself what she’d been so insistent to work on. The papers were scattered, mixed between medical reports and investigations, with at least three holopads powered up on different tabs.

“Oh, Rose,” Wolffe said softly as he looked at her. “What is all this?”

She sighed, her features dropping into a frown, her voice soft and thoughtful as it could be. “We could have died, Wolffe… I can’t… I can’t let that person loose.”

Wolffe sighed back, but he found himself smiling softly at the woman as he walked back up to her. “I know. I want to find out too, but details are already scarce.”

Rose’s gaze traveled down to the floor as she heard Wolffe confirming the same dead end she’d brushed countless times in her investigation.

“It’s not for you to figure out on your own,” Wolffe continued. “You have us for that.”

Rose’s spunk return as she directed Wolffe a sly little grin. “Is that why you’ve been downing shots of spotchka with Sinker?”

Playfully, Wolffe rolled his eyes at her. “You said you wouldn’t be mad if we didn’t take you.”

“That was a challenge,” Rose wiggled her eyebrows. “I’m afraid you’ve failed.”

“And you say women aren’t complicated,” Wolffe tapped Rose’s chin with his finger as he walked past her and headed over to the side of her bead, looking out the window.

Rose’s barracks on Coruscant had been placed at a good spot. Despite the whole city, her room was able to get a breeze of fresh air, at least, fresh by Coruscant standard. It was a little prize that came with having a room so high up on the skyscraper, along with the fantastic view.

Wolffe seldom got the chance to get views like that. He remembered having a nice view from Rose’s room on Theed as well, but during those days, the view from a balcony was the least he cared about. As the months had gone by, and he and Rose had settled into the way of things, the euphoria had gone down until he’d felt himself going back to his roots.

That included a lot of gazing out at the views of Coruscant. He felt it ground him, and he liked the lights in the distance. Returning to Coruscant had become more of a homecoming for Wolffe than going to Kamino, and he wasn’t the only one in the pack whom that was true for.

Wolffe then looked over at Rose. She’d been silently admiring him as he looked out the window, her eyes having to make a clear effort to keep themselves open. He chuckled at her and he walked up to Rose once more, his gloved hand cupping her cheek.

“I take it you’re too tired to do anything tonight,” he said.

Rose leaned into the warmth of Wolffe’s palm, her eyes finally closing as she placed her hand on top of his. “I just want to sleep.”

With a smile, Wolffe tenderly brushed his hand away from her and turned around to begin to remove the top part of his armor, leaving him only in his undersuit from the waist up.

“On one condition,” he began. “Tomorrow, you forget about everything that’s on your desk and you rest. You’re going to sleep in during the morning, and afterwards you’re going to go out with me, and at night we’ll go to 79’s.”

She laughed. “Just so long as you don’t get in any fights again. You wouldn’t want me filling you up with yarrow again, commander.”

Wolffe had removed his armor from the waist up and he was facing Rose again. “These shore leave days are given to you by the military to recover. Use them. That’s an order.”

Rose wiggled her body and cooed at him. “You’re really sexy when you do that.”

A deep, smooth laugh formed at Wolffe’s chest. “Save that for when you have more energy, bunny.”

He climbed into the bed, his back resting on the wall just below the window, and he beckoned for her to climb in with him. Rose smiled brightly, the apples of her cheeks turning a shade of scarlet as she took his hand and let him pull her into the bed.

She snuggled into the warmth of his chest; the fabric of his shirt and his broad muscles made the perfect pillow for her to finally find some rest in. She faced him, curled up against him with her arms pressed between their bodies, and Wolffe leaned his head on the top of hers, brushing against the softness of her hair.

He felt his heart aching as he held her, unable to fathom the very core of the woman in his arms. Wolffe had realized it many times before, but it always hit him like the first, amazing him to no end. She was so soft, so small in his arms, so utterly his.

To hold Rose in his arms like that, have her trusting him enough to sleep with him, to have her love him in return, it was nothing short of a privilege.

Rose opened her eyes briefly and looked up and out the window to see one of Coruscant’s moons shining above. Its light was hazy, with a few clouds stationed in front of it, but it shone nonetheless. Rose could look at it for hours if she wasn’t so tired, but her eyes begged her to let them rest.

But how could she, when this was all she wanted? To rest in Wolffe’s arms, to have him as her pillow and her blanket, to never be able to feel safer than she did at that moment. And then, when she felt him press a tender kiss to her forehead, she felt her senses give out, prompting her to a peaceful, deep sleep.

A rarity on Coruscant was for there to be birds singing in the morning light. Often, birds would be overshadowed by the engines of ships and speeders carrying people ready to start with their day, but that next morning, when Rose woke up in Wolffe’s arms, the first thing she heard besides her commander’s steady breath was the singing of a little bird perched outside of her window.

One of her hands rested just in front of her face, the only thing standing between her and Wolffe’s chest. She rubbed her eyes as she slipped further into consciousness, feeling the way Wolffe softly stirred awake with his arms still around her.

He groaned as he hid his face in the pillow, yawning as he emerged from his own dreams. The nights he spent with Rose were always calm, peaceful; since he’d started dating her, the nightmares had become less frequent, and Rose rarely had to sit with him in the middle of the night anymore, comforting him back to sleep.

It baffled Wolffe how wonderful a good night of sleep could feel.

His eyes strained as they attempted to get used to the morning light, and his arms tightened around the warm, curvy body of his lover, his hands settling at the curves of the back of her thighs, cradling her.

Softly, Wolffe angled his head to find her, not having to open his eyes to do so. He felt his lips brushing her forehead as he planted soft kisses on her skin, only to trail down her nose until finally he kissed Rose’s full lips, soft and devoid of any red tint.

“You’re heaven to wake up to,” Wolffe whispered as his eyes finally opened to look into her dark brown ones only to see her brightly grinning at him with an air of sleepiness.

She giggled softly, nuzzling further into his broad, strong figure.

“What?” He asked her.

“Nothing, I just… I really love what you said,” she whispered, letting one of her fingers gently curl some of the hair on his chest.

Wolffe smiled at her tenderly, his voice lowering into an airy hint of the authority it always carried. “Well, you are.”

Rose shifted her body and positioned herself on top of him, and Wolffe’s grip on her loosened just enough for her to perch herself properly as she straddled his waist.

“Now that we’re on that,” she said. “You’re way more comfortable than that mattress.”

As she spoke, Rose trailed her fingers over the lines of Wolffe’s muscles with a featherlight touch, biting her lower lip as she eyed him with a delicate flame in her eyes.

Wolffe gave a low, proud laugh as he placed his hand on top of hers, pressing her palm fully on his chest.

“What are you looking at with so much craving, bunny?” He challenged. “I thought we were having a calm morning.”

“Oh, we are,” Rose cooed, bending over slowly to give him a kiss on the lips, short and luscious and filled with all her hunger. “For now, at least.”

Wolffe grinned, and he groaned as he thought of all the things he’d do with Rose on that day.

“But it’s not because of what you’re thinking,” Rose continued, her voice edging out of the seductive tone it had carried.

“Oh?” Wolffe asked her as she got up from the bed and headed to grab a change of clothes.

“No,” she winked at him. “We have a date with Sinker and the others for brunch, and that was a plan I was planning on going through with even before you sentenced me to no more research.”

Wolffe easily stepped out of his seductive mood as well, only to give Rose an are you fucking kidding me look.

She laughed softly. “And yes, you’re coming too. Cheer up, it’ll be fun.”

Wolffe sighed and pressed himself back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. “Honestly, Rose, I was kind of just hoping we’d spend the day alone together.”

“Oh?” She mimicked him as she powered up the stream of the refresher. “To do what, exactly?”

Wolffe sat up and looked into the refresher, pleased by the fact that she was already halfway through taking her clothes off. He stood up from the bed and paced towards her with slow steps, his broad figure looming seductively over her small, soft, curvy body.

“You know what, bunny,” he purred at her.

Rose couldn’t help the way her eyes landed on his chest, nor could she keep the hungry look from manifesting itself in her features.

“I want you to say it,” she said as she took a step back and removed her shirt, letting her breasts fall freely.

She didn’t break eye contact with Wolffe as she pulled her panties down and stepped out of them, nor when she brushed her fingers through her hair to untangle it.

Wolffe continued to stare hungrily at her. “I just want to fuck you.”

Rose pouted at him, feigning innocence. “But, commander… We’re going to be late if we do that now!”

She stepped into the refresher and brushed her hands over her body as the water covered her, her gaze still firmly on Wolffe’s, rejoicing at how his eyes darkened with every second.

Finally, Wolffe slid his trousers off as quickly as he could. “The hell we are.”

Rose broke eye contact with Wolffe only to stare shamelessly at his length, already hard and throbbing merely at the sight of her. In no time, Wolffe’s body was in front of her, his strong arms caging her to the wall of the refresher as he became drenched as well. His lips crashed onto hers, kissing her with all the fire he could muster.

She moaned with delight at how good it felt simply to have him pressed to her; his lips, kissing her with that sensual fire he carried, his hands kneading at the flesh of her thighs, her ass, her waist. His voice, escaping him in low moans, groans, curses in his native language. Each time, Wolffe reminded Rose how irresistible he was to her.

Her hands went up to his head, and Rose entwined her fingers in his thick, black curls, though focusing on the few gray strands stemming from the crown of his head, falling to the sides of his temples.

As the kiss only grew in fire, Wolffe’s hands firmly held Rose’s behind and he picked her up for her to instantly wrap her legs around his torso. She grinned into the kiss as a playful, pleased coo left her, turning into a soft moan as Wolffe’s fingers found her clit and brushed it a few times, applying the perfect amount of pressure he knew always drove Rose wild.

“You’re so wet already, mesh’la,” he spoke into her ear. “I think you’re ready to take me. You said you didn’t want to be late, right?”

“That’s going to backfire on you, commander,” she teased back, her voice trembling as he kept playing with her clit. “I know you like to take your time, do things right.”

“I don’t mind getting gruff with you,” he smirked deviously at her. “And we both know you’re a dirty little girl who loves it when things get messy.”

Rose gasped, faking her indignation. “Me? But I’m so sweet and innocent—”

She was cut off when she felt Wolffe slipping his girth inside her, her statement, teasing as it was supposed to be, contradicted by the utterly obscene, luscious moan that dripped from her like honey.

Her moaning only continued as Wolffe quickened his pace, all the while looking into her eyes as though he were challenging her. His thumb remained pressed onto her clit, rubbing it while his cock did the rest of the work, slamming into her at a pace relentless even for her standards.

“Told you that you loved it,” Wolffe said between grunts. “You’ll love anything I do to you, won’t you, mesh’la?”

Her lips formed a pout, and all Rose could manage in return was a helpless little mewl that made Wolffe’s cock throb inside of her. It only made him go faster, hammer into her deepest corners as he chased his own release, and hers too when the rubbing on her clit got more insistent.

“Can I get you to come with me, bunny?” He groaned.

Rose was already so aroused, so entranced by Wolffe himself that his very words were enough to have her seeing stars. He looked unfathomably handsome at that moment, his strong body holding her, his skin against hers, decorated by drops of water sliding down him, as well as droplets at the edge of his beautiful curls, his eyes dark and dangerous and sexy, just the way she loved her commander.

Her fingertips clawed into his strong shoulders when she was on her very edge, and she let herself slip into ecstasy, her head falling back on the wall as her vision went white with pleasure, hearing her own blissful moans as well as Wolffe’s breathy groans of pleasure on top of the running water of the refresher, until she finally felt his hot seed spilling inside her.

With her chest heaving, trying to catch her breath, Rose felt Wolffe gently set her down, not letting her go until he was sure she could stand firmly on her feet. He then took some body wash into his palm and he began to gently brush it over her body, taking care of every corner, every curve, as though it were a rite of adoration.

Rose did the same in return, and she focused on cleaning his hair, until at last he too paid attention to her luscious black locks, both of them kissing lips with devotion as they let the water rinse them.

They helped each other dress; Wolffe carefully brushed Rose’s hair, and just before they stepped out the door, they shared one more tender kiss in her bedroom, their hands holding as they made their way down the corridors and headed to the restaurant Sinker had told Rose about early the day before.

The whole pack was already there, and they all looked at the couple with tiny grins as they took a seat at the table. Wolffe eyed the bright orange drinks set in fancy glasses in front of everyone, even in front of him and Rose, and for a moment it seemed alien to him, even ridiculous.

But beside him, Rose was delighted at the drinks, the bread, the fruit, the caf. Her eyes genuinely seemed to shine with joy, making Wolffe smile in silence as his hand gently squeezed hers under the table.

He was as lucky as a soldier like him could get.

“You two look very well-rested,” Sinker told Rose and Wolffe from across the table. “I take it you two slept together? I mean… you slept? Right?”

Rose chuckled, the opportunity never escaping through her fingertips. “Oh, we did. It was very good, if you’re wondering. And what did you do last night, Sinker?”

Proud as Sinker was of Rose’s wit, he stuck his middle finger up at her, not about to let her win the battle.

“He dropped Wolffe off at your barracks, came back to ours, cried because he’s still single, and puked,” Boost laughed.

Sinker redirected the middle finger over at Boost, earning a laugh from everyone at the table.

At the opposite end, Corvis tried his best to hold in laughter at the sight of Wolffe’s eyes hardening at the little orange drink in front of him.

“It’s a mimosa, Wolffe,” Corvis said. “Yes, it’s a girly drink, no, it won’t kill you to take it.”

“What is even in this thing?” Wolffe asked.

“Oh, just some citrus juice and champagne,” Rose shifted her weight closer to Wolffe, tilting her glass close to his and clinked them together. “Fancy, elegant, soft. Alcohol you can drink at breakfast without being a social pariah. What more do you want?”

Wolffe met eyes with Rose, as though to speak with his gaze the one word he was thinking, and Rose’s features softened, as if she’d understood. Her cheeks adopted a faint shade of pink, thinking back to the way she’d woken up in his arms, to the raw passion in the refresher, until she was brought back to the present by Wolffe’s hand squeezing hers again underneath the table.

“You will make me trash the place if you don’t stop being disgusting,” Sinker said as he reached out for a bun from the basket of bread in the middle of the table, handing it to Comet. “And what’s up with you? You haven’t spoken.”

“You didn’t exactly let me sleep last night,” Comet replied, evidently trying to avoid looking at Wolffe and Rose. “There’s only so much shut-eye you can get with all that constant whining.”

“Except, who did the whining?” Corvis said quietly, though loud enough for the others to hear.

Rose lowered her gaze, knowing it would do little to diffuse the awkwardness of the moment. She was fortunate to have been with Wolffe, who knew how to go by any possible mishaps with his squad better than anyone else, and he started handing out bread to everyone else at the table, leaving himself for last.

He knew the best way to get to these men’s good side was through their stomach.

“We’re on shore leave, boys,” Wolffe said, speaking in his usual commander voice. “What have you all got planned?”

“Nothing that concerns you much,” Sinker smirked.

“Care to run that by me again?” Wolffe challenged the sergeant.

“Well, we know you and Rose have probably set aside the day to do disgusting, unspeakable things to each other, so the boys and I are going to hit the penthouse to play some games,” Sinker explained. “We’ll be there all day in case you want to drop by even though you probably won’t, but at night we’re all going to 79’s. That’s a must.”

“We’ll be there,” Wolffe confirmed.

“Just be sure to clean up beforehand,” Boost teased.

“And to lock the bathrooms if you sneak away,” Corvis followed.

“Can we talk about something other than our sex life?” Rose teased back. “Why can’t you guys just stuff yourselves in bread and bacon like regular men do?”

“Because, Rose, brunch is a femenine tradition that requires talking and socializing,” Sinker replied. “But you’re right, I’ll drop the subject. I don’t want to upset anyone at this table.”

Rose knew Sinker wasn’t talking about her, nor was he talking about Wolffe. The two made vivid eye contact like the best friends they were, promising they would talk about it later without exception.

After that, Boost found himself tapping on Wolffe’s shoulder, his eyes bright as if they were those of a child.

“Is there really bacon here?” Boost asked, hopeful.

Wolffe rolled his eyes. “Order whatever you want, it’s on me.”

“Thanks, sir.”

Rose grabbed a bite of her muffin and ate it quietly as she observed the men around the table, each of them talking about something, just having a good time.

It seemed eerie to know of the gruesome battles they’d been through together, all of it seeming like a phantom when put into contrast with that moment, when the biggest concern seemed to be gossip.

But Rose would take it. She’d enjoy it, she’d enjoy Wolffe’s company. The charm of that morning hadn’t quite faded, and she frankly felt she’d burst.

There was nothing that could ruin it for them.

*

Wolffe and Rose had planned on doing several things with their day off, like visiting the roof gardens, dropping by the penthouse to challenge the others in whatever games they could find, eating someplace nice, just talking at a balcony with the view of the city, enjoying each other’s company like a couple, rather than just a commander and a medic who’d found love somehow.

They’d done the last part, but instead, they’d spent the entirety of the day in Rose’s room.

Make out session followed make out session. Their lips were sore and swollen from how much they had kissed. Declarations of love had been whispered countless times and in different languages, at different decibels. They’d had sex sweetly, passionately, it could go from rough to soft, tender to luscious, from the bed to the floor, the refresher, the wall, the desk, truly never being able to have enough of the other.

But when the sun had set, it was time for them to go back into the world once more, not wanting to break the promise they’d made to a squad who was counting on their presence that night.

The ambience of The 79’s was the same as it usually was, hitting Rose with that air of nostalgia and a sense of anticipation of a good night as she walked in with her arm linked with Wolffe’s.

The couple always stole glances from troopers and by-goers alike, all of them gawking at the sheer level of attractiveness that Wolffe and Rose oozed when they walked by, owning the place with every step they took. They made sense, they were hot, the concept of a relationship between them was promising.

People envied them, wanted them, wanted to be them.

Rose noticed Sinker’s waving hand and walked over to their booth. When they arrived, Corvis and Boost exchanged a couple credits, having bet whether or not the couple would deign to show up at the reunion, earning Boost a light punch in the arm from Wolffe as Rose took a seat in front of Sinker.

“I cannot help but notice you’re dressed better than the whole bar,” Sinker winked at her, his gaze shamelessly falling on Rose’s cleavage.

While Wolffe gave him a death glare, Rose charmingly laughed, inching her body a tad closer to Wolffe’s. She knew a night at 79’s called for a dress-to-impress mentality, and she’d nailed it with her tight black blouse and her brown, flowy mini-skirt with thigh-high boots.

She knew all the eyes were on her, including Wolffe’s. She’d seen him hungrily watching her before they left her room; she could have sworn Wolffe would skip on 79’s entirely just to have her in that outfit.

Rose did love to tease Wolffe so.

A waiter brought a round of light blue cocktails, handing one to each person at the table; Rose took a sip of it and enjoyed its delicate, fruity flavor topped by the intense sting of alcohol as she listened to the boys making conversation around her. They talked about the cutie waiting for drinks at the bar, except it turned out she was there with someone. They talked about wanting to take to the dance floor, but how none of them felt good enough at dancing, how they’d eventually do it when they’d drank enough.

Nothing spoke good times to Rose like a night out with her friends.

But as her gaze fell on Wolffe, she knew she wanted more. She wanted him.

Her drink was almost gone, and she felt the sweet waves of alcohol on her body. Rose had gone from mildly leaning on him to pressing her body on his, resting her head on his shoulder, tracing the outlines of his wolf tattoo with the tips of her fingers. She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling.

Wolffe smiled at her, barely noticeable to anyone else, before planting a soft kiss on her lips, proudly watching as she blushed. Rose’s hands traveled down Wolffe’s strong arm all the way to his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze, grabbing his full attention.

“I think I need to go to the powder room,” she said.

Wolffe moved over to let her out of the booth and she casually made her way over to the entrance of the bar’s restrooms, but before going in, she turned around and signaled Wolffe.

She hadn’t thought of being there all by herself.

Rose walked in and noticed the place was empty, and it was decent—the 79’s excelled at keeping the place clean. It would be more than enough.

Wolffe walked into the bathroom shortly after she’d arrived, and he eyed her with hungry, yet loving eyes as the door closed behind him, the music muffled but still booming outside.

“Still not enough, huh?” He teased her.

Rose thought back to the day behind her, to how sore she was, to how much she ached between her legs, her folds tired, quite possibly overstimulated—and most definitely still wanting more.

It would never be enough.

“You know what I want, commander,” she raised a brow and pressed her behind on the sink counter behind her.

Wolffe’s gaze darkened, his trousers tightening instantly as Rose leaned forward slightly, enough to enhance the cleavage of her little blouse. His gaze fell on the perfect curves of her taut, perky breasts, watching closely as they moved up and down with her breathing.

“Fuck, you’re hot,” he walked toward her.

Rose felt her walls clenching around nothing, already anticipating one more pounding from Wolffe, her panties no doubt already getting drenched in arousal.

“Wolffe,” she whimpered. “Please…”

Gently, Wolffe set his hands on her waist, looking into her eyes and awaiting her words.

“I need to have you now,” her voice hushed, trembling in anticipation.

Painfully slowly, Wolffe leaned down and finally locked lips with Rose, kissing her for barely more than a second, but with an undeniable heat. His lustful eyes stared into her as his lips curved to form a seductive smirk.

“Turn around,” he said.

Biting her lip, Rose did as he said and turned to face the mirror, looking at her reflection as Wolffe bent her over the sinks. Her gaze fell on the way her own cleavage looked in the mirror until she became distracted by Wolffe running his hands up and down the back of her thighs, his gaze hungrily brushing over her body, a carnal desire visible in the darkness of his eyes.

“Fuckin’ ‘ell, Rose…” Wolffe groaned as he lifted her skirt above her waist and pulled her panties down to her ankles. He brushed his thumb over her clit, swollen and wet from a long day of making love, still anxious for him.

“Wolffe…” Rose cooed, wiggling her hips. “Please, Wolffe…”

“If I’d known it was that easy to make you beg,” he teased, letting his hands knead the flesh of her ass. “Fuck, look at you, bent over that sink.”

Wolffe bent over too, his body over hers, until his lips hovered above her ear. He breathed out onto her skin, making her shiver, and he chuckled proudly as he uncovered his cock from the confines of his trousers.

“Good girl, bunny,” he whispered into her ear, delighting in the choked moan she struggled to hold in as he pushed himself inside her.

He started rocking his hips into her, his pace slow and passionate, letting her feel every sensation of how he stretched her out and stroked her walls.

Rose was so sensitive from the whole day that it felt otherworldly to her. He was barely moving and she was already seeing stars, switching from looking at herself in the reflection to looking back at him.

“The music’s loud out there, mesh’la,” Wolffe whispered. “I think you can moan, don’t you?”

“Wolffe—”

“And just think, if anyone walks in, they’re going to see you here bent over for me,” Wolffe continued, quickening his pace gradually until they could hear the slapping of skin filling the room.

Rose’s moans got louder. Her hands tightly held the sink in front of her, prompting Wolffe to stand back up straight and hold her hips for leverage. He became faster after that, no longer delaying in pounding relentlessly into his beloved, he too rendered sensitive from a long day of fucking.

She was intoxicating to him. The sight of her bent over that sink, submitted to him, her lips pouting and breath gasping in the pure ecstasy that he made her feel. Wolffe slowly slipped further into that same realm of bliss where nothing else mattered, where his mind would wander to all the things he wanted to do to her, to share with her. Every curve in her body was perfect, every sound she made, from moan to whimper, was delicious. Every corner of her made him lose his mind just a little bit more, making him fuck her harder, faster.

His hands found the top of her back, brushing down the soft fabric of her blouse as he kept up his pace. Wolffe then rested his hands on her ass cheeks, looking down at her spread for him, enjoying the view, and his mind continued to wander. Slowly, as though tentatively, ready to stop at the first sign of protest, he spread Rose’s cheeks open just a bit, gazing into the little hole and slowly taking a finger to brush over it.

Rose gasped, looking up at him through the mirror, but she didn’t protest. She noticed Wolffe looking at her for confirmation, and between whimpers, she gave Wolffe a clear nod.

He teased her a bit, brushing softly over it as he continued to pound into her pussy, his cock throbbing inside her, aroused by the delightful new pleasure. Carefully, achingly slow, Wolffe slid a single finger down the hole, his hips never stopping.

Rose moaned sinfully at the sensation paired with her pussy being railed. Her vision blurred; she had to grasp tighter at the sink in front of her to keep herself from moaning any louder, but at that point it was futile to even pretend she still cared. Rose reached a point where she couldn’t even keep her eyes open, she felt too devastatingly close to climax, one that would feel new and different, raw and downright lewd.

“Who knew you’d love that, mesh’la?” Wolffe grinned. “You like it when I finger your ass?”

“Yeah,” Rose whimpered, struggling to talk as the liquid heat threatened to spill into every corner of her body.

“You want me to do more?” Wolffe huffed. “You want me to fuck your ass?”

Rose’s eyes opened, her gaze finding Wolffe once more through the mirror.

“Fuck, Wolffe, do everything to me.”

Her words were enough, and Wolffe felt his cock pulsating inside her already clenching walls. The two moaned in unison, drowning in the carnal thrill of each other. They moaned the other’s name out, cursed, swore their love, until they were no longer part of the bar, part of the world.

It was just them.

In a blur, Rose got down from her high and found herself sitting on the counter, her back turned to the mirror as Wolffe slid her panties back on. She sat, her head spinning as she vaguely heard Wolffe cleaning up, until at last his lips found hers and trapped her in the most gentle of kisses.

When Wolffe parted the kiss, Rose looked up at him, a gleam in her eyes.

“Wolffe?” She whispered.

“Yeah?”

Her hands slid up his abdomen, finding his chest, until finally she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

“I love you,” she spoke, her voice carrying a subtle quiver in it, only making it more endearingly genuine.

Wolffe grinned softly at her. “I love you too, bunny.”

He planted a series of tender kisses on her lips, his hands cupping her neck and her jaw, holding her intimately close to him, once again rejoicing in her softness.

Wolffe met her eyes. “You want to go back out and dance?”

Rose smiled dreamily in return. “Only if it’s a slow dance.”

He tilted his head at her answer.

“And later I want to sleep in your arms again,” she continued, her head leaning on his shoulder.

Wolffe chuckled. “It’s a date.”

Rose felt she would fall asleep right there, and she knew she’d be safe if she did. It was of little concern what else happened that night. All she cared about was being with Wolffe.

The way Wolffe’s arms tightened around her, squeezing her more to him ever so delicately, let her know that the feeling was mutual, despite how much they seemed to hate each other the first night they’d been together at that very same bar.

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