#like a wildly contrasting experience with what was in my head

[sapphicmoonlightlilith]

"i need her to get that man pregnant" i say, to myself, alone, in an empty room, about fictional characters in my head.

[mering]

design experimenting. two completely incongruent dudes

originally put this in the tags but it was getting long. having fun trying to figure out how to approach ls designs... key tenets:

1) wildly clashing styles of dress

2) costume elements. if someone is wearing historical clothing they are effectively larping like that says something about you. clown being a clown says something about him. etc. leaning into ballet costume/wrestling costume/theater/etc depending on the character in question because it's fun.

in relation to a bunch of people intentionally dressing up weird, wearing normal clothes also says something ("there is no c!mapicc he just hates you" etc). mapicc wearing whatever the fuck is also related to like, you know when he starts wearing diamond so zam will quit freaking out. sometimes he wants to look like the underdog, and it also has to do with part of mapicc and zam's conflict in season 4 being about... how do i put it. the same parts of zam's playstyle that make him a useful ally are the things he stubbornly refuses to change even when it would be tactically smarter to do something else. he hates that mapicc won't ever just build a base, but mapicc not living the way zam does is part of what keeps them from getting even for so long. mapicc doesn't need villagers because zam sets up villagers and then dies to him and that feeds him gear. zam has a set of rules for how to play fair in his head that mapicc does not ascribe to, mapicc can play "weaker" and still come out on top because he's "cheating" by zam's rulebook.

so mapicc's design is meant to starkly contrast both ro and zam in different ways. ro design choices feel self explanatory, he's always trying to dramatize and then it lands in the goofiest way possible so he needs to be a little over the top. at the same time he completely refuses to take things seriously when it's OTHER people's thing in question, so he's a mix of trying to give off a certain image some of the time but expressive and kinda mocking in body language. he has "mostly monochrome vaguely historical outfit design" in common with zam because on top of the literal monochrome skins, they both have a thing about trying the same tactics over and over again regardless of evidence against its efficacy, trying to return to something or preserve something which is impossible to preserve by nature.

3) leaning away from animal or monster elements common to mcrp character design because i wanna focus in on how someone would choose to present themselves through both clothing and...

4) how much of your human face/body you're choosing to reveal (sliding scale of abstraction; some characters appear more or less human at different moments). so you can have inhuman designs but it leans away from the organic towards the symbolic if that makes sense. this is sort of my visual shorthand for how lifesteal's roleplay works but it's hard to explain what i mean by that

[booksooks]

𝑳𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝑳𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓: 𝑫𝒂𝒚 1

Author's Note:

Hi friends, it's been a long long time since I've written anything on tumblr but! I'm a lot less burnt out now, and I miss writing. So here we are, three years and a new blog (you may have known me as lirinstaalem) later, writing for Shigaraki. He lives on in my heart. 💙 As a forewarning, in this AU, there are no Quirks, Shigaraki is just that - Shigaraki Tomura, a junior in college. I'm going to be honest, this series is going to be entirely based off me and my personal experience at college, written one day at a time. Please enjoy. Manga pannel from @shigarakisankles, and divider by @plum98

Contents: College!AU, all characters depicted are STRICTLY 18+, no use of "Y/N"/any other variants, and possibly wildly ooc characters. I apologize for this.

Word Count: 2027

Summary: Entering your second year at college, only a few months after being broken up with, you weren't expecting anything special. Especially not in the romance department. But then a quiet, but friendly-enough boy on your floor catches your attention faster than you would like to admit. And oh, boy, are you in deep.

Moving into your sophomore college dorm wasn’t nearly as exciting as it was during your freshman year. Freshman year had been all giggles and excitedly greeting your roommate, excitedly setting up your half of the room, coordinating aesthetics to look cutesy and academic. Both of your parents had taken off work to help you move furniture around and get settled in, and everyone had been teary-eyed when they left you and your roommate alone. Everyone on your floor had been friendly, ish, and were about as giggly and excited as you were, and the floor meeting had been welcoming and informational.

Second year… not as much. Only your dad had taken off work, and it was really only to help you move furniture and get everything out of your car into the room, and you suspected that it was only because you had stupidly slammed your thumb in the door of your car a few days ago and it was now swollen and splinted. Not broken, thank goodness, but still painful as all get out.

He left with a hug, and a quick goodbye, and left you to pretty much fend for yourself. You rubbed at your eyes and quickly started unpacking, starting with any documents you needed for the year. Things were actually going pretty well, considering you were alone. Your roommate hadn’t arrived yet, so you had the ability to pick which side of the room you wanted and where you wanted everything. There was a small commotion outside in the hall, but it wasn’t any of your business, so you were content to stay inside, introvert that you were. That was until -

“FUCK!”

You jumped as the expletive rang through the hall, yelled by a raspy, masculine voice. You knew the dorm buildings were coed, but you had no idea if the floors were coed or not, but it sounded like it if there were boys running amok on your level, shouting. You sighed in resignation - last year the boys had only been above you and were annoying as hell. Living a whole year with them on the same floor?

…What was worse than hell? You didn’t know. You stuck your head out of your door and saw two men, presumably the culprits. One was lying on his back on the hard linoleum floor, the other wheezing with his hands on his knees. The man on the floor was making a vaguely-scowly expression at the laughing man, his pale blue hair spread out around his head like a halo.

“Oh my fuckin’ God, Shiggy, you’re an idiot!” Laughing Man exclaimed, inhaling deeply before laughing just as hard again. Piercings pulled at his open mouth as he cackled, fluffy black hair bouncing almost imperceptibly with each breath. He looked like every scene girl's wet dream, dripped out in all black, shining piercings and inky tattoos, his electric blue eyes the only contrast.

The man on the floor, “Shiggy”, grumbled something that sounded a lot like, “Shut up,” as he curled in on himself and hopped to his feet, looking more than a little embarrassed. He was wearing all black, matching Laughing Man in a more casual way, in a set of soft black sweatpants and a matching hoodie. He radiated vibes of “I haven’t spoken to a love interest before, let alone touched one.” Before you could stop yourself, you called out.

“You okay?”

Both men turned their attention to you, only just now noticing your presence. “Shiggy” huffed and looked away, embarrassed, and Laughing Man smiled at you. It wasn’t the most comforting smile you’d ever seen. “He’s fine,” Laughing Man said. “He’s just an idiot who slipped and fell. Name’s Dabi, and this is Shigaraki.”

You stepped out of your room a little more, leaning over to poke your head out becoming uncomfortable. “Nice to meet you,” you called back, introducing yourself. They both nodded at you, moving out of the way temporarily as someone with several bags and carts and suitcases scuttled past.

“We’re in room 301, if you ever want some company,” Dabi says, once the person is out of sight, hooking his thumb over his shoulder towards what you assumed was their room. You nodded and smiled at the two of them, and another sentence tumbled out of your mouth before you could stop and think about what you were saying, again.

“I might just take you up on that.”

Dabi chuckled, and nudged Shigaraki, who was finally looking in your direction, scratching at the back of his neck.

“Cool,” was all he said, and you didn’t even know if you heard him properly he had said it so quietly. You smiled at them and then ducked back into your room, shaking off the distraction and how… quite honestly pathetic Shigaraki had appeared. You understood that people were quiet or introverted, hell you were too, but he had only said one word to you, barely. He was entirely unable to meet your gaze, and if you were closer you could have maybe discerned if he had been blushing or not.

Good thing your type was pathetic men who’d never even talked to a girl, let alone kissed one.

Several hours later, your roommate had arrived and you had helped her unpack, neglecting your own side of the room. Being a junior, Hanami’s mother had left her to settle in on her own, and you were itching to just help. So you had rearranged furniture, hung fairy lights, and subsequently realized you had forgotten a good amount of your decorations at home, much to your dismay. You did your best to shake it off; you were going back home over the weekend anyway.

Hanami was a good roommate already, you had decided the moment she walked through the door. About the same height as you, she had short, wavy brown hair and an easygoing smile. She was also incredibly generous, offering to buy you food and even letting you use some of her decor in the short time you didn’t have yours. You both went out for lunch and to gather snacks for the next few weeks, spending a good amount of money at the local supermarket. Going shopping while hungry was never a good idea, but you knew your future selves would be grateful.

It only wasn’t until when you were finally unpacking, that you realized something with only a slight tinge of abject horror. “Fuck,” you mumbled, moving from one box to another, searching a little desperately. “Where are they…?”

“What are you looking for?” Hanami asked from her bed, putting the finishing touches on her faux-vine decorated wall.

“I forgot. Hangers.” You say, sighing in resignation. “Fuck me.”

Hanami pouted and hummed sympathetically from her spot. “Aw, I’m sorry. I would offer you some of mine but I’m using them all.”

You shake your head and accept the fact that none of your sweaters or pants were going to be hung up until the next Monday. “It’s fine, I’m the one who forgot them.”

You spend the next few minutes trying to shove your jeans into a small drawer, one too small for the amount of pants you had brought with you and had intended to hang. After several unsuccessful attempts, you text your parents, asking if they knew where your hangers were; you had bought a set specifically for college. Your mom responded almost instantly, reminding you that they had gone into the guest room for your grandmother, only to be forgotten when September rolled around. It wouldn’t have been a problem, you were going home on Friday anyway, but you were a stickler for your clothes not getting wrinkled. You sat on your relatively uncomfortable chair, when an idea popped into your head. You didn’t know how well-supplied boys would be, but it was better than sitting there and wallowing, right?

“I’ll be right back,” you tell Hanami, pulling on your sneakers and heading out the door. You hear a faint “okay!” from behind you as you scamper down the hall, looking for room 301.

When you do eventually stumble on it, (seriously, how was a dorm this convoluted? It was supposed to just house people for God’s sake) you hesitate. Was asking people you just met for hangers too forward? You rolled your shoulders to get rid of any nerves and knocked on the door without too many second thoughts, swallowing nervously.

Several seconds of rapid shuffling and someone, Dabi it sounded like, shouted, “Just a sec!”

You stood there and waited for a few more seconds before the door was almost violently ripped open, barely, and to your surprise Shigaraki was standing there. He took up most of the miniscule opening, blocking your view further into the room.

“Oh, hi,” you said quietly.

Shigaraki opened his mouth, as if to say something, but all that came out was a squeaky, “What?”

He started scratching at his neck, like he had been in the hallway earlier.

“I uh,” you hesitated, ashamed all of a sudden. “I was wondering if you had any spare hangers? I forgot literally all of mine at home, and I don’t really have any other friends in the building… I swear I’ll give them back to you next week.”

Shigaraki stared at you blankly, almost as if he hadn’t heard you, and you shifted your weight from foot to foot awkwardly. You heard a cough from inside the room, and that seemed to snap Shigaraki out of whatever daze he was in.

“Yeah, sure,” he mumbled, stepping away, leaving the door open just a smidge. You peered into the room, noticing how dark it was inside.

A heavy duty gaming pc tower took up a good majority of the university-issued desk, and the remaining space was already covered in… junk. Monster cans, mostly, but a few empty bowls of microwave ramen were scattered around. How on God’s green earth had he gotten the time to accumulate that much trash?

You didn’t have any more time to think about it, however, as Shigaraki popped back up, a handful of hangers clutched in his long, thin fingers. “Here,” he muttered, shoving them in your direction.

“Thanks,” you said, smiling gratefully at him. “Did you get an early move in clearance?”

Why the fuck did you ask that? What was wrong with you, holy shit. He was going to slam the door in your face and never want to talk to you again.

“Yeah,” Shigaraki said after only a moment’s hesitation. “How did you know?”

“I uh.” Now it’s your turn to hesitate. “I saw your gaming tower. That must have taken a while to set up.”

It was a shitty excuse of a lie, you knew that. But even if Shigaraki knew that, which he most certainly had to, he didn’t comment.

Instead, he nodded, but he didn’t open the door further or invite you in. You both stood there awkwardly for a moment, and then you nodded and smiled sheepishly at him. “Well, I’ll be off. Thanks again for the hangers, I’ll give them back to you after I go home and get my own.”

Shigaraki nodded back at you, and closed the door as you took a step back, waiting a second longer just in case. The door didn’t open again, and you didn’t know why you wanted it to. Instead, you heard a long suffering sigh, a cackle, and the sound of something heavy hitting springs.

You waited for another few seconds, and then turned around to try and find your way back to your room. It took less time than you had expected, and Hanami was now sitting on her bed, scrolling on her phone. She looked up brightly when you entered.

“Oh hey, you found hangers!”

You smiled and waved said hangers triumphantly. “Yeah, I made a few friends earlier so they lent me some.”

“Oh, that’s lucky!” Hanami seemed to radiate positivity, and it spread to you quickly. You soon forgot about the odd but somehow endearing interaction with the boy down the hall, his seemingly permanently pink cheeks filed away to think about for later.

End Notes: I really hope everyone who reads this can enjoy, I just want to write something feel goody and relaxing. Please feel free to ask me questions about this AU, or to even criticize my characterization of either Dabi or Shigaraki. I want this to be as accurate as it can be. Thank you for reading! 💙

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[twstddream]

It was quiet in the president's office of Noble Bell Academy. Sitting across from you, brows furrowed, is Rollo Flamm, the Student Council President himself. As for what had caught his ire? A mere board game.

After the events of the masquerade, you had developed a friendship with Rollo, recognizing the hurt and inner turmoil he was going through. So you reached out. It didn't start out so great, with great resistance from the prideful boy, but all those attempts have led to now.

"Blasted thing! Now I'm in debt!"

His sharp glare contrasted harshly with the softness of white hair, which now sits frazzled atop his head. His signature hat has been long since discarded, collecting dust somewhere in the room. With his building frustration, you feel the need to intervene.

"Okay, Rollo, I think that's enough of Monopoly"

At this the boy throws you a pointed look, similar to a pout, but ultimately concedes and helps you pack the boardgame up.

You'll admit, it was amusing to ruffle the feathers of the ever-stoic president, but this was getting a bit too heated for your liking. Who knew that Rollo Flamm could get so invested in party games? Like you said, it was cute. He was cute. The way his eyes shine when he develops a plan in his favourite strategy games. How he hesitates moving a piece, double-checking that he's in the right spot. Or the way he smiles when he achieves victory. If the session was particularly intense, he'll even allow a small smirk to slip through his carefully-constructed mask. Nothing is greater than those moments.

Sure, it hurts to lose, especially to someone so proud, but Rollo is not a sore winner. He always stands up and offers you a handshake and good word after, his fingertips grazing yours for a second too long before pulling away, and his words saccharine sweet. Today is the same as ever, he plows through the pleasantries and goes to shake your hand.

It's silent for a few moments as Rollo doesn't move to pull away but instead to grip your hand tighter. He steers to instead interlace your fingers, his hands the tiniest bit shaky.

"Thank you, prefect. I truly mean that," his eyes dart around wildly, looking at anything but you, despite the lack of eye contact he continues

"After my brother, I never let myself in indulge in such frivolous activities. All I could think about was my goal, my brother, my helplessness. I missed out on so much, and I realize that now," by now he's started looking you in the eyes, gaining back his usual confidence as he let's his innermost thoughts and feelings spill.

"Your efforts of reaching out put me off at first, I thought you wanted revenge, or I was being set up. But I realize now the kind of person you are. You're steadfast, strong-willed, and overall kind. So, for giving me another chance, for letting me reclaim lost experiences and joy, I thank you from the bottom of my heart." His words are sincere, and his eyes are teary. Without a second thought, you pull the boy into a hug and rub soothing circles on his back, giving him some much-needed comfort.

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idk I love him. Not a great ending. I might finish this up and turn it into a full fic one day.

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

apologies to all of my followers but i'm gonna continue being insane abt ff14. no end in sight. hope everyone bothered by that has blocked the tag by now

anyway anytime i say literally anything abt zenos' narrative position i feel the need to preface it with a VERY large "ymmv dependent on your wol" disclaimer bc even if it's got nothing to do with shana and is entirely canon based i know the degree of like. reciprocity there. varies wildly. anyway pretend i said that better the important thing is i'm yes-anding his bit. anyway

ANYWAY i think zenos and ardbert are really great narrative parallels.

like, to both of them, the wol is their only friend and equal. both of them share or believe they share a kind of experience and mentality with you that basically nobody else could understand. both of them show up after all of your other friends/allies have been completely stomped by an expansion's final boss, while you're the last one dragging yourself forward, to be the one who helps you to victory. they both, in some sense, give their life to you (ardbert gives his remaining aether to put your soul back together, zenos cuts his head off rather than live outside your fight and then rides to the end of reality for you later if you don't want to count that one). they both get their dead body possessed by elidibus, which is more of a "two nickels" thing than a total parallel but i think it's fun so i'm putting it here anyway. they both serve as both enemies and allies at different points in the story without changing their core mission statement much at all.

they are also diametric opposites. obviously.

i think to a degree they are expressions/mirrors of two semi-opposing sides of the wol. The Hero and The Hunter. ardbert is the other half of your soul, the warrior of light, and by his own admission his favorite part of the job was never the battle itself, it was the calm that came afterwards. the warmth and security of knowing they'd helped and protected people. he lives and dies by those bonds - he's got a whole party behind him, and they all choose to give their lives twice over to try and give norvrandt a tomorrow. his stand with you is him remembering that fact, reaffirming his desire to help them despite the struggles. he cares deeply abt the world, abt giving them hope. your fight against hades is a manifestation of that determination. you'll drag each other up no matter how much it hurts because goddammit this world is yours and you are not going to stand by and let it die.

zenos by contrast is nothing so lofty. he does not give a flying fuck about people's hopes, or pain, or any of their emotions, or the general concept of tomorrow. he is the part of the wol that is the hunter, the person they become in the heat of battle that scares the shit out of their enemies. the one who finds joy in their work not bc they know it's bringing hope and light to the world but purely bc of the thrill of it. you are an adventurer—you wouldn't do what you do if you didn't find some pleasure in it. his bond with you is completely inextricable from your capacity for violence. he throws off the endsinger's despair not bc he gives you hope but bc hope and despair are foreign objects to him. he reminds you that your friends, the star, the hopes and dreams of reality are all outside the room, and inside it is just you, and your enemy, and you are nothing before you are death to your enemies. so why the fuck is it not dead yet.

like, you could make the case that it's the Best and the Worst, but i think that's only circumstantially true bc again: the wol couldn't be the wol, couldn't keep fighting and winning the way they do, if that part of them wasn't there. but i DO think it is a very present duality, that they reflect matching and opposite parts of you—the part that fights for love of the world, and the part that does it for love of the game.

[milfhandholder]

Random Grell thingz I've accumulated in my head bcs I'm delusional but without context bcs I am going to write a legit novel abt this woman one day

Idc what anyone says, I am an avid believer of the fact that Grell has always been considered beautiful by her peers even in her human life

LIKE SHE'S THE MOST SOUGHT AFTER SUITOR OF HER SEASON, SHE WAS AN IT GIRL BEFORE THEY KNEW WHAT AN IT GIRL IS

She's so beautiful that the Victorians could've started kpop PC first bcs of her and trade them like actual kpoppers

Grell always knew about her being queer (minus actual label bcs Victorian era duh) but not about her gender

"Wait so you people don't fantasize about having boobs? Not at all? No?"

It was maybe 6 years into her reaper life when she finally got the memo that "hey girlie, you're actually a girl"

Her crisis went a bit like this: straight man -> gay man?? -> 'oh no I like girls too' bi man -> died LMAO -> 'I hate everyone and I hate my gender' questioning -> 'maybe I have no gender at all. I like girls though' (she was exclusive to girls only so I guess??lesbian?? Who cheered) -> transwoman questioning -> !! transwoman bi !!

Was in a 'lavender marriage' with a closeted lesbian for maybe 2 - 3 years before her suicide. Grell sort of fell in love with her but understandably never confessed. Fast forward to present time AND GRELL IS HITTING THE FLOOR, SCREAMING, CRYING

She had a lot of rage as a young reaper because she never really got over 'my parents suck' mindset that stood by her as she died

HATED WILLIAM. As much as I love the OVA, I will stand by my words that it would’ve been so much more interesting if Grell buried / was embarassed about her crush and acted like a dick towards him BECAUSE WHY, OF ALL THE MEN IN DISPATCH, DID IT HAVE TO BE WILLIAM T SPEARS

Mellowed out eventually and cool character development happened

Has more experience with and confidence in dating girls, she's very anxious (and perhaps frightful) about men reciprocating her advances

Being made "an experience" does that to you

Fun fact: she's the first and only woman William ever had a crush on. Good taste dude

She was projecting her ex wife A LOT onto Madam but it's ok bcs it was vice versa you see, Madam projected too BUT THEN THESE BITCHES TALKED IT OUT and everything is all ok and cool and OH GOD GRELL NOOOOOOOOO 😭😭😭😭

Speaks German and French, is the go to translator for German Dispatch businesses until Ludger (and eventually Sascha joined in as a bonus and a translator) was forced to sharpen his English

Now for the E discourse.... someone made a typo one day and she went with it

Grell: You see, when you go to France, they make you get a name in French. That's why I can go by Grell Sutcliff or Grelle Sutcliffe

Ron, an idiot who has never been anywhere except his hometown: oh shit fr??

Eric's her first ACTUAL reaper friend which is sad ngl LMAOOO

Firm believer that the reapers have mentorships for gifted students that started in Ron's year and that Grell was her mentor READ MY RON FIC, IM OBSESSED WITH THEM

Mentoring Ron (aka a few years before Jack the Ripper) was the moment where she was the healthiest, mentally

Then she divorced Madam, had a falling out with William and oops she regressed el em ao. Don't tell any of her friends though, they'd start annoying her to get better

People older and the same age as her are wildly terrified of her. This is in contrast to (most) juniors who are so in love with the idea of her

Harbors a lot of guilt, grief, rage, anger, jealousy, insecurity, narcissism, etc. She's just a good actress

Her butler persona was her mocking three people at once: her father's (brunette) appearance, her mother's wish for Grell to be more obedient, and Grell's old self that let people walk all over her for the sake of maintaining her family name

Her family is rich rich though she can't remember for what. She doesn't really care eitherway so

Can be very insensitive!! It doesn't help that she's friends with people who'd give the same energy back (Eric and Othello) or people who just don't care enough (William)

She learned how to hold her tongue when she realized Ron was genuinely upset with her rude comments. Ironically, Ron learned how to have thicker skin because of said comments

Likes dogs, sorry Sebastian

Good at fencing! Not much else in other sports!!

She hates sports sm, they make her sweat and they are tedious and they're exhausting and THEY'RE BORING

The only ranged weapon she'd try out is a gun.

She's no wuss

Yeah that's all that I can think of lmao

[madslowburnish]

Just finally watched Battinson and while I'm troubled with replacing the Kane family's position in Gotham's history with the Waynes for some reason, I am interested in the choice to give Martha history with Arkham. I'm not exactly known for being a fan of Flashpoint or anything, but trying to make it more realistic and logically follow is hardly something I can argue with.

More thoughts follow.

I did like the way Riddler tapped into the zeitgeist, with his angle, his illness, his powerful parasociality, his paranoid anarchist fringe streamer audience. I REALLY liked how Edward, Bruce, and Selina found their paths shaped by the core identity trait of being an orphan. Good contrast. I did expect a little bit more for E, thought it was aiming to imply his father was the reporter, then I thought it was heading towards Hush and half-brother, but I also can appreciate how it is ulltimately more unsettling for him to be thoroughly unmoored in backstory. That emphasizes, again, his parasociality, used I believe to effectively contrast both Bruce's isolation and Selina's constant involvement in the thick and dirty of Gotham.

Watching with @pastelbelmont, we discussed how this was an interesting way to set up the birth of Bruce Wayne as an alias. All of the themes of renewal, masks, identity, the use of the money for civic good, Bruce's present alienation from the city, Thomas's goals and influence, hope and the future and direct action in affecting change— We saw the billionaire Bruce, but not the playboy Bruce or philanthropist Bruce. (You know, the important part of the character playboy Bruce that literally only West and Clooney have been able to convey, much as I liked Batfleck.)

I liked Bruce helping with the victims of the flooding. I liked the riddles (very important). I liked B's detective equipment, for what we saw of it. Set dressing for Edward's apartment was great. Costumes were good. Bat sound effects were great, I've had one hanging around my window this past week so I know. I liked the pun with Réal's name. I wish the Officer Martinéz guy had been Reneé Montoya instead though. I liked Bruce struggling to reconcile his stunted and childish views on good and evil through his father and the idea of vengeance, and how that leads him to resolve the no-kill rule.

In my onion, R.Battz The Batman does manage to bring something new to the table, despite in many ways remaining as gritty as its predecessors. It's worth seeing for people who are attached not just to the idea of Batman, but to the comics specifically and Gotham City itself. The ideal audience would be someone who can appreciate the intellectual and emotional aspects, it's not really just a flashing lights action blockbuster. I can see how Reeves set out to create the Batman film he would want to see, because I'm impressed by the feeling of authenticity and comprehension in the story and direction. I don't agree with every decision, but that didn't greatly detract from the experience for me. I don't think it requires much knowledge of the comics, but that certainly makes the experience richer. I particularly appreciate that this is a great take on Year Two. Because the original Year One run has. Some problems.

I really liked the writing and acting in this take on Riddler, which leaves me tentatively joyful for the Joker sequel hook. It's so exhausting seeing everyone need to involve The Joker because I actually don't think he's one of the more meaningful rogues in the gallery, writing-wise. This may be the first film Joker I think actually is worth seeing as a take on the character. Not to say that Nicholson and Ledger were ill-suited as actors, just that the writing was really wildly one half or the other. This might toe the line appropriately between ridiculous and menacing in a well-integrated way. I adore the intro of him in Arkham, because that means we might be seeing a really interesting take on Dr Quinzel on the horizon. Also hoping we see Barbara introduced instead of Dick, since Jim was a major player in this film. Since this film began on Halloween, we also joked about Calendar Man making an appearance. Cas was especially excited for the setup of Oswald becoming a major player. This film took what worked about Nolan and Hathaway's Catwoman and kept it going. Obviously Zoë Kravitz is a return to form with lightskinned biracial Selina, as well as being hot and talented. Totally on-point as my headcanon Selina in as many ways as I can think of. I think her casting was actually better than her partner's, bless him, because he's just a little too pretty to be Bruce. Like he's got a more delicate jawline and somewhat twinkier body than anyone's version of Bruce, which is why it was so striking that he barely played Brucie since he'd be better suited imo. Just not solid or hunky enough. It really interests me as a choice. Because his acting is, again, being kind of wasted, on Bruce-as-Batman, I know he can do so much more even if he probably really wanted the role. It's also funny to have yet another British actor as Batman. Really liked the suit, again fwiw.

Every time Bruce pontificated in narration about Hope, I couldn't help sneering a bit and thinking of Snyder. Unavoidable really. Oops.

[just-a-draco-girly]

The Secret - Chapter Eleven

A chilling breeze hits me as I step through the door into the Transfiguration courtyard, causing my robes to flap wildly and my hair to look as if it's dancing in the air. I squeal when my skirt is blown up slightly, firmly holding it down. This catches the attention of the blonde sat on one of the stone benches nearby. He stands and steadily makes his way to my location, looming over me like one of those big muggle buildings. I believe they call them 'skyscrapers'.

"Wonderful evening, is it not?" Draco speaks, smirking in only the way he can. The top few buttons of his shirt are undone, and his emerald and silver striped tie hangs loosely around his neck. Hands casually placed in his trouser pockets and platinum locks gently tussled. I'd be lying to myself if I said that he wasn't attractive. He was the definition of a hot mess. Blood warmed my cheeks as I felt myself blushing.

"It's just a bit windy" I reply, another gust of wind blowing past us, whilst I continue to hold the material of my skirt in place. Damn weather. A low chuckle escapes Draco's lips. His grey eyes sparkling as they watch me in amusement. "What?" I ask, shooting him an angry glare in the process.

"You're adorable" He laughs, now smiling widely down at me. This causes a pout to form on my lips. I honestly don't get how holding down my skirt and giving him death glares constitutes as adorable by any standards.

"I don't get how almost being up-skirted by the wind is adorable" I pout, earning another chuckle from the blonde.

"I love you" And my pout drops instantly, just by hearing those words tumble so effortlessly from his mouth. A small smile spreads across my lips. He takes another step towards me, taking my face into both of his soft, warm hands and tilting my chin so that my eyes are locked with his. "Oh, you don't know how long I've been in love with you..." His voice now a gentle whisper and his forehead is pressed to mine.

"I love you too" I respond, instinctively. His face is overtaken by a huge grin, and I can't help but giggle slightly at how cute he looks at this moment. And then I remember Charlie's words about defining what Draco and I are to each other. So I take my chance and ask: "Draco, what are we?". He freezes as he was just about to lean in and kiss me. The question takes him off guard, which is to be expected. He blinks rapidly and pulls away slightly, gazing off into the distance for a moment. His Adam's apple shifts in his neck as he swallows nervously, preparing himself for whatever he's going to say.

"I don't know. I'd just assumed that we were dating" He mumbles and removes his hands from my face, scratching the back of his neck as he always does when he's anxious/uncomfortable. His eyes are dropped to the floor, studying the green blades of grass contrasted with the start of white winter's frost. "Um..." He goes to speak, but freezes, still looking at the floor. Silence surrounds us, but not awkward silence. It's a more peaceful, comfortable silence. One that you experience when you've been best friends with a person for for almost 15 years, and know them inside and out.

Eventually, he lifts his head after a while of thinking and staring at the ground. and begins to speak. His eyes locked with my brown orbs. "Do you, er.. wanna be my girlfriend... Toria?" Draco stutters, biting his lip and anticipating my answer. His hands take my hands in his. Grey eyes anxiously watch me as I blink rapidly, trying to compute what had just left his lips. I smile slightly, laughing quietly at the whole situation.

"Yes, of course" I answer, causing him to let out a long sigh before a grin erupts on to his face. Suddenly, he takes me into his arms and holds me tightly against him. Taken aback, I rest the side of my face on his chest and wrap my arms around his torso. I hold onto him with all the strength I can muster in fear of this being only a vivid daydream and in five seconds I'll snap back to reality where Draco and I are forever doomed to be just friends.

I pull back slightly to look up at his face only to have his lips crash down onto mine, causing me to stumble backwards. My fingers grip the fabric of his cloak, as my lips fervently kiss his. My eyes flutter closed. Our lips slowly move together and his hold on my waist tightens, pulling my body flush against his. The kiss quickly becomes heated, as Draco pushes me up against one of the stone columns and pins my hands above my head. He pulls away from my lips, before attacking my neck with a myriad of roughly placed kisses. A quiescent moan leaves my lips. And then, the bubble is burst when the sound of nearing voices greets my ears.

"D-draco... St-stop" I hurriedly whisper, causing him to pull away quickly and look at me in confusion. Before he goes to speak, I hold a finger to his lips and gesture for him to listen. His eyes widen instantly when he hears the voices that must be from the other side of the courtyard. I watch as Professor Moody and Professor Snape walk along the other side of the Courtyard and into the door leading to the Entrance hall.  Luckily, due to the darkness of the area that we're stood in they don't notice Draco and I. Once the door shuts behind them, I let out a quiet giggle.

"I don't want to witness anymore of your Tom foolery, Mr Malfoy and Miss Diggory" I speak, mimicking Professor Moody's voice.   Draco drops his head into my shoulder and chuckles uncontrollably. His hands rest on my waist, as he laughs into my probably tangled hair.

"Oh, I love you" He speaks, nuzzling his face further in my hair and gently kissing my neck.

"I know".

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[ttrpgcafe]

I have Bo Burnham's "Art is Dead" stuck in my head, and I'm about to make that everyone else's problem. Bo is talking about how much the pursuit of money has ruined his passion for the pure joy of creation in his song, and I can't help but think of my relationship with ttrpgs in a similar light.

I haven't personally made anything more substantial than a cute little receipt paper rpg, but even that project broke my soul a little bit. See, for those who aren't familiar with my blog, (most of you) I run a ttrpg book club at my lgs, and for the first year and a half of its life, I did so as an employee. I would clock in for the book club like I would any other shift at my store, and a part of me was very proud that I now had "professional gm" on my resume for a third time. (A story for another time) Another, much more cynical part of me loathed the concept of a paid gm.

Now, I managed to keep my conscience mostly clean as it relates to the book club by convincing management to let me run it without customers paying on the principal that it would sell books that otherwise wouldn't have moved onto or off of our shelves. And I overcame my guilt about essentially doing 3-4 hour ads every week by telling myself that no one was required to buy the book, and if they did, they'd also be supporting the authors behind the book.

This came to a head when management decided to start charging people to attend, as I simply wasn't moving enough product to cover my hourly wage. I offered to do it for free, and they said no, because I was, at the end of the day, still doing advertising for them, and there's both ethical and legal issues there, according to them. They also claimed that it was to increase engagement, as once a person pays for an event, they're more likely to show up for it, and we were having the same problem every ttrog table has: life kept on happening to our players.

I just. Hate this.

I hate that I want to spend my time enjoying beautiful, thoughtful, deeply interesting art, and there's just no way to do that at my lgs without money being involved one way or another.

I feel like I should be very clear here: I've worked at 2 game stores in my life, and I won't name either so as not to get in trouble, but my experience at both was wildly different.

At my first, I was one of 3 employees, including both owners, and at $9\hr, 27 hours a week, I was taking home the largest paycheck of us all. The two owners had living situations that meant that they could afford to take a pay cut so that I could afford to keep working there, and our community's space could remain open and affordable. My boss would come to work in a beat up old car that he couldn't afford to get fixed, but kept paying me what he thought was the fairest wage he could afford to pay. To this day, those owners are the only capitalists I'll ever respect, because I feel like they shared my disdain for the money required to participate in the industry. Their game spaces were always free, there were very few paid events, and when there were, it was usually because there was a cost involved that the needed to recoup somehow.

In contrast, my most recent job has uniforms, an online storefront, and we regularly get asked "where are your other locations" despite not having any because we feel so corporate. My boss literally races cars in her free time, and we barely make enough to get by. I made more here than I did at the other store, and I never felt for a second like it was a fair wage. It was so obvious to me from day one that this was an enterprise built on the premise of making money, rather than fostering a community. All of our events were paid. (save my book club, until it became a paid event too) The general idea is that you aren't technically required to spend money to get a table, but you can only take tables not being used for events, and our game space regularly gets entirely filled up with events, such that there are no open tables. There's a private, quiet room, away from what *will be* a noisy, crowded game room, but only for a fee, and you aren't allowed to book it regularly (some events, such as my book club are, thankfully, the exception, but I'm also not your average customer, and the event wouldn't happen if I didn't have that room).

Whereas my first game store felt like a community gathering place that sold games to keep the lights on in the same way a church passes around a collection plate, my most recent game store feels like it has a game room exclusively for the purposes of extracting more money from the games it already sells.

All of this serves to illustrate my frustration with money in the industry. Designers will lovingly craft a piece of art that they want to share with the world, but in order to keep making a living, they've got to participate in this system that wants to give them as little as possible and get as much out of them as it can.

I have so many ideas for games that I think have genuine merit, but I don't want to produce them because then I'll either have to charge for it, thereby participating in this vicious cycle, or put it up for free, and thereby make it feel like all of my work was for nothing, because it's impossible to make a living giving things away for free.

I guess the moral of the story is capitalism bad?

[britesparc]

Weekend Top Ten #610

Top Ten Sequences from the Fantasia Films

Amazingly – or unsurprisingly? – I’m banging on about something to do with Disney again, for at least the fourth week in a row. At least Disney is such a huge and monolithic corporation that their output can veer wildly from superheroes to creepy freaks to, in this case, classical music.

Fantasia is a weird film, and I think it’s one that’s more enjoyable as a sort of historical exercise than a film in its own right. Thanks partly to just being a bit of a swot, and also to the invaluable resource that is the Disniversity podcast, I know all about the whys and wherefores of its production – Walt Disney’s intent to create a theatrical experience, a living musical document that would travel the globe, with new songs and animation being added, old ones stripped away; however, the massive budget and meagre box office put paid to his plans. The film, therefore, is an animation curio, one that most people have seen bits of, but which is probably isn’t of towering interest to most unless you’re a classical music scholar, an animation nerd, or maybe just a Disney completist.

The same is broadly true for its belated sequel, a film which troubles the chronically anal by being called Fantasia 2000 whilst releasing in the year 1999 (it’s not as egregious an offender as Blues Brothers 2000, which as well as being a worse movie in and of itself, also had the audacity to come out in the Year of Our Lord 1998 – but I may have digressed slightly). These two films are oddities in the Disney catalogue, audio-visual smorgasbords celebrating what the filmmakers considered some of the very best compositions recorded. They can be bold and daring and fascinating and – yes – entertaining; but they’re kinda weird things to just sit and watch, especially at home on Disney+.

Anyway, the very fragmented nature of the films makes it quite easy to separate the distinct individual segments; the various different animated sequences, each based on a piece of classical music. Now, before we go any further, it’s worth pointing out that I’m not a classical music scholar; when you say Beethoven I think of the dog. My introduction to opera was Bugs

Bunny. Ride of the Valkyries is the theme tune to Apocalypse Now. I am an ignoramus in this world. So if you’re looking for nuanced takes on the musicality on display, this ain’t that. I can’t really comment with any degree of aptitude or authority on how well the films interpret the music, or whether there’s some deep reference or allusion or anything like that. I can just watch each short film and talk about if I think it’s good or not, based on my own opinion and very little else.

All that being said, there are some belters here. And I guess the overall quality – how much I like it, basically – does rely on how well I think the music and the animation sit together, in harmony if you will. And that’s all there is to it! Now let’s put our monocles in and get all artsy-fartsy.

Rhapsody in Blue (Fantasia 2000, 1999): spoiler alert, we’re going to see a lot more OG Fanta here rather than its sequel, but my favourite sequence is still this adorable epic from 2 Fant 2 Asia. The Gershwin composition, being more recent than most, evokes the Twentieth Century, and the heavily stylised art – all solid lines, flat colours, and round-headed characters – likewise is redolent of minimalist sixties animation. The combination of the two feels tailor-made to tell the story of a city, a marked contrast with the more pastoral offerings of most Fantasia pieces. It’s a bustling urban story, with multiple characters weaving in and out, and it actually tells a proper story rather than “just” being a dance or something abstract. It’s great, it’s multicultural, it’s funny, it’s rather touching, and the music and animation combine to produce something magical. Should have won an Oscar all on its own.

The Rites of Spring (Fantasia, 1940): the first two “proper” Fantasia pieces are very me-centric; this one’s all about dinosaurs! And it’s suitably badass, with exploding volcanoes and foreboding skies, the tumultuous creation of the world leading to swift Pteranodons and lumbering apatosaurs before the thrilling appearance of a T-Rex. The music fits perfectly, the highs and lows depicting furious chaos and sudden drama before slowly fading out as the dinos are wiped away by storm and sun.

Night on Bald Mountain (Fantasia, 1940): the absolute master of bad-assery, and a serious contender for the most metal thing Disney has ever done. Look, it’s got the freaking devil waking up on a mountain and getting all kinds of freaks and skeletons and stuff to dance around. The music rocks – despite not being, y’know, rock music – and the visuals are just extreme. Chernabog – the big bad devil dude – is just iconically evil and delicious, and it all ends with a choir of monks singing Ave Maria and restoring good to the world. It’s amazing.

Pastoral Symphony (Fantasia, 1940): beautiful pastoral scenes with all kinds of sprites and nymphs and whatnot, delightful and cute mystical creatures cavorting under pastel skies. It’s all nice and relaxing. Except actually it’s probably the horniest thing Disney have made, with all these little Greek guys are desperately trying to get it on with each other.

The Sorcerer’s Apprentice (Fantasia, 1940): ah, the big famous one. You can probably buy toys of some of the other Fantasia bits and bobs, but it’s Sorcerer Mickey who’s the break-out star. And it’s still a great little story! Mickey is really cool in this. When it gets to the bit where he freaks out and starts hacking the brooms apart with an axe, it’s actually really gnarly, and choreographed brilliantly to the music.

Carnival of the Animals (Fantasia 2000, 1999): a short but funny little piece as a group of flamingos try to be all refined but are frustrated by their goofy mate playing with a yo-yo. It harks back to some of the dancing animals from the first Fantasia, but adds a good deal more comedy, which ramps and ramps with slapstick abandon.

Dance of the Hours (Fantasia, 1940): the serious counterpoint to the above – well, sorta. But the dancing ostriches and hippos do try to represent the music with some sincerity. But it’s how the oh-so-Disney animals interpret the dance – ballerina hippos being held aloft by comically skinny crocodiles – that really sings, with the whole thing building and building until it literally brings the house down.

Pomp and Circumstance (Fantasia 2000, 1999): that’s the name of the music, but probably most people would call it “Noah’s Ark” – for that is what it is. Clearly an attempt to “do a Sorcerer’s Apprentice” by casting an established Disney stalwart, we see Donald Duck as Noah. Well, actually, Noah’s assistant or something. It’s funny, it’s sweet, it’s dramatic, and there’s a bit where Donald – a duck, remember – has to lead a pair of ducks into the Ark.

Firebird Suite (Fantasia 2000, 1999): a kind of attempt to do an updated version of Bald Mountain, as a sweet life-giving woodland spirit is overcome by a vast and destructive firebird. Like the day/night dichotomy of Bald Mountain it’s about how death and new life are an inherent part of the natural world. And in its anthropomorphism of such concepts – and the overall art style employed – it’s pretty Ghibli-esque too.

Piano Concerto No. 2 (Fantasia 2000, 1999): more from the sequel than I thought really. This one is very interesting, and I think I like it more as an animation artifact; but approaching both these films kinda clinically, as if wearing a beret, is probably a decent approach regardless. This is a soft adaptation of an existing story, a little toy soldier trying to get back to his ballerina doll but attacked by a sinister jack-in-the-box; but it’s the use of computer animation that sets it apart. Yes, it wasn’t a revolutionary concept – Toy Story 2 came out the same year, and other pieces in the film use CG animation to some degree – but this really feels like a minor landmark for Disney, one of (if not the) first times they told a whole little story in this new medium. And, y’know, it kinda works.

Sadly didn’t quite have room for the “Meet the Soundtrack” section from the first film, which invents the WinAmp visualiser about six decades early.

[lodzianix]

8 1/2: im sorry. i really am. it just. didnt connect with me enough. maybe i just dont love cinema enough. maybe im not at the right place mentally to watch it. the struggles of the main character didnt really resonate with me i guess, not being a washed up depressed artist struggling to find inspiration. i did see and appreciate the symbolism (although im certain tons of it flew over my head) and characters' (esp women's) beauty (seriously the costumes? really enjoyable). i know the music is iconic. i know its influencial to the cinema. i just. i dont know. i get how you idealise the past and look into it for inspiration and even narrate your own life as a piece of art youre creating to milk any sort of creation out of it and i get the addiction and idealisation of women searching, constantly searching for the one and i get (although admittedly, through a second hand experience) how tiring the show business is and how loud and how demanding and how it all, the expectations, the stakes, how it all contrasts with this slower, more somber reality of forcing your barren brain to birth something. just something more. preferably, something genius since everyone expects it out of you anyways. maybe i shouldve watched more of fellinis movies beforehand. or more movies in general dsbjds. it simply didnt connect with me, i didnt really. feel it. im not taking away everything this film has to offer (as a cultural ignorant the score really surprised me. i was like. oh wait i know that song) but it simply wasnt something for me. i get how its the point for the main character to be so unpleasant but i just found him borderline annoying. oh look at him so depressed and lost and looking for the meaning of the art he once loved but now cant find it anymore. boohoo. sorry babe i cant find your sad relationships with women sympathetic when youre being such a misogynist about it. its just too icky to me. i did find the whole "you just cant help but lie" thing wildly stimulating, how he just cant help but create stories. and i know how the whole meta thing was revolutionary but i just couldnt help but roll my eyes a tiny baby little bit. yes i get it im the critic from the beginning sorry babyboy but it just wasnt for me, call me too dumb for artistic cinema and get on with it. its even more frustrating because in theory i should really like this film because i relate to some of the struggles presented and i like them as concepts. maybe i need time with it, maybe the form wasnt palatable to my tastes. idk. i feel like if i sit more with it, dive into it deeper i'll like it more. but for now, for what it presented to me, i just didnt really love it. it wasnt bad, it just. didnt charm me like it so obviously did to all the other cinephiles

[chichiscloset]

𝟓  𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲?

Feminine energy is the “being” energy, in contrast to the masculine “doing energy”.When you are in this “being” energy, you are in receptive mode and allow your partner, experiences, and life itself, to fill you up. This is again opposite to masculine energy, which is a forward-moving, penetrative force that “gets things done”.When you are in your feminine energy, you are not busy doing, but instead enjoying that which is before you.

This idea of “not doing and just being” may feel like an alien and almost annoying concept at first, especially to those of us who have trained ourselves to be in our masculine 24/7. However, it helps to remember that reconnecting with our femininity is the key to restoring that balance that is missing today from so many women’s lives.

Traits that are most often associated with the feminine are things like connection, empathy, nurturing, and emoting. She is pure energy and flows and changes like the water of a river. She has a diffused awareness, thinking many things at once and she finds details and intricacies that escapes the masculine. She is born to receive.  She is most identified with her feelings and craves love deeply to feel fulfilled.

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞  𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝?

If you are out of balance with both energies, you could experience blocked feminine energy. The feminine energy is lost instead of balancing both energies. It is still possible to have a strong feminine presence within a society that tends to favor masculine energies. Don’t lose yourself in the process.

𝟓 𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐑𝐞-𝐂𝐨��𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲

1.Dancing!

Dancing is a powerful practice to help you get out of your head and into your body. Find some privacy where you can dance as wildly or sensually as you like. Put on your favorite song or playlist and start off by closing your eyes, taking a few deep breaths and feeling what it feels like to be in your body. Ask yourself if this music could take form, how would it move? Then allow your body to express the music as if you are translating into a form of language. 

2. Adornment! 

The feminine in all of us craves to feel and see the beauty around us and in us. Adorning your space with anything that brings a smile to your face helps nurture this craving. This can be in the form of pictures, decor, or luxurious fabrics or colors. To bring beauty to our wardrobe will also help us express the feminine within. Maybe that means wearing flowy skirts with delicate sandals or rocking a sexy pair of heels with a sleek skinny leg pant. 

3.Creativity!

The divine feminine in all of us is associated with creative energy and life force energy. Similar to the energy of flowing emotions or timelessness, the feminine craves creativity. Our wombs are designed to create life after all. Some ways I express my creativity are through crafting, painting, dancing, clothing, and crocheting. I know a lot of people that express their art in other forms though such as cooking, entertaining guests, writing, comedy or gardening. Expand your mind and see where in your life are you creating something out of nothing. It’s a common misconception that traditional “art” is the only form of creativity!

4.Planning a “Free-Day”

A day of “no planning” is one of my favorite things to do to step into my feminine. Allowing ourselves to just flow and be in the moment can be one of the most relaxing feelings for the feminine. One day out of the week I schedule a self-care “free day”. This is where I make zero plans and just allow myself to do whatever I feel like from moment to moment. My free-days normally include, taking myself out for dinner at nice restaurants or grab a coffee, simply enjoying my surroundings.

5.Sensuality!

Our bodies hold a lot of power and wisdom as women. We can connect to our feelings and intuition more easily than a masculine associated person, but we need to trust our bodies and heart in order to hear these messages. One way to connect to our bodies more and get out of logical thinking is to practice incorporating more sensuality into our lives.

This means intentionally using the senses to experience life with pleasure. One way I practice sensuality is by soaking in a warm bath with essential oils. Setting the visual with candles or petals, feeling the warm water against my skin, smelling the aroma of lavender or eucalyptus, hearing the water splash against the tub, tasting a treat like dark chocolate or red wine. Any activity can become sensual if you intentionally experience it with all 5 senses.

Have any other tips you’d like to share? start a discussion in the comments! 

(chichi)

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[bnhaisliterallymylife]

Creatures of the Forest

I haven’t written anything on here in months, and to be honest I should be working on my novel rather than this. But, I’m a whore for EraserMic and can’t resist the temptation. Plus, I have a weakness for Monster AU’s, so I’m going to have fun with this.

Also heads up, I did not proofread, and story details might be a little muddy. I am tired and horny, and I will now go to bed.

Word Count: 5,242 (Kill me.)

Pairing(s): Jinn!Shouta x Female Reader x Siren!Hizashi

Warnings: 18+, dub-con, fingering, double-penetration, anal sex, vaginal sex, creampie, and probably more filth.

Premise: You just wanted to have some time yourself, and considering how cheap the cabin was you couldn’t pass up the chance at a countryside getaway. And they couldn’t pass up a chance of you.

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The cabin is not what you expected, but nonetheless you just felt glad at the chance to get away from the city for awhile. Your job has been stressing you out for months, and your family is no better. You booked out this one bedroom wood cabin from the 1970s for the next two weeks, a vacation away from technology and far, far away from the thoughts that kept you from yourself.

When you first arrived you checked out the whole cabin only to find cobwebs and dust covering nearly every surface, and the appliances were horrifically outdated. So, you decided to spend your time cleaning it up a little so you didn’t feel like a spider was going to crawl into your mouth in the middle of the night. Good thing, too, because you managed to find a fiddleback in its nest just under the bed. Now, you might hate spiders, but you’re by no means a killer.

“Work with me here, otherwise one of us is gonna get hurt.” You carefully manage to put a plastic cup over the agitated spider, and using a piece of paper you’re able to carefully take it outside. You don’t want to leave it near the cabin, and you don’t want to leave it out in the open field - what if a bird got to it? You have no choice but to trek out past the lovely field of wildflowers to the dark forest that lay just beyond it.

The trees tower over you as the sun begins to set in the distance. You’re not that far away from the cabin, but hearing the branches rustle against each other as the wind blows a warm summer breeze across your skin sends goosebumps over your body. It would be best to quickly release the spider and get out of there.

You go over to the nearest tree at the very edge of the forest and take the cup away from the paper. There the spider sits, rearing back as a threat, but its dramatics do nothing to you.

“You’re not so scary out in the open, are you?”

“He could probably say the same to you.”

You drop the paper and cup, whipping your head around to find the source of the melodic voice that had spoken to you, but no one is there.

“Over here, little bird.”

Your gaze falls back towards the forest, and just a few feet in front of you is a man with long, golden blonde hair that cascades down to his waist. He’s tall, probably six feet if you had to guess, and he’s wearing a tank top and jean shorts that show off his toned body almost too well. Then there’s his eyes, a green so bright that it contrasts the darkness of the forest.

“What are you doing here?” This land is supposed to be private, or at least that’s what the listing said.

“Sorry! I forget my manners sometimes. I’m one of the owners, you’re Y/N right?” Oh, one of the owners! You remember now, the listing mentioned that the owners of the property lived elsewhere on the land and might come by to check in on things.

“Yeah. You know, the cabin could have used a cleaning. When’s the last time you had anyone else here?”

“Somethin’ like five or so years. You like it though?”

“It’s... Cozy.” The sun seems to be disappearing much faster now. “Minus the spider.”

“Unfortunately we can’t do much about nature, little bird.” You want to ask him not to call you that, but you don’t want to be rude. The cabin is pretty cheap and you’d hate to cut this trip short because of a nickname. “But, if ya want my husband can come spray the cabin for pests tomorrow. I could bring by some food, too.”

“Oh, no thanks. I think it was just the one anyways.” The point of this whole trip is for you to get some alone time, and inviting this admittedly alluring man and his husband over would go against that.

“If you’re sure...” He trails off, glancing towards the spider that is now climbing quickly up the side of the tree. “If you do change your mind though, let us know! We don’t like pests around here, either.” You chuckle a little at that, but by now you’re already starting to back away from the forest to head back towards the cabin.

“I’ll keep that in mind, sir!” You call back, now intent on getting across this field as quickly as possible. But, his next words feel like they’re a whisper in your ear, making you jerk your head back towards the forest. My name is Hizashi, little bird.

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After unpacking that night you found yourself exhausted from the long travel to the cabin. After checking that all of the windows and doors were locked securely, you went to bed thinking about the blonde in the woods and the plans that you had for the next day. Your eyes closed with those thoughts mingling together as you fell into a seemingly deep sleep, unaware of the eyes that watched you from just outside of the bedroom window.

“She’s even better than I imagined...”

“You shouldn’t have gone to her today, it’s too soon.”

“If we wait too long then we’ll lose our chance! Let’s take her now, she wants to be far away, so we’ll take her far away.”

“We need time, and permission.”

“Well, I know how to get one of those things.”

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As the sun peeks through the bedroom window you attempt, and fail to stifle a groan. It might have been a good idea to bring curtains with you, but you suppose that it’s part of the woodsy experience. You sit up and stretch your arms high above your head, unaware of the creature slithering across the floor until you put your feet down and hear a hiss. Immediately you pull your feet back onto the bed with a high-pitched scream. The rattlesnake coils itself up and sets its eyes directly on you, only a few feet away from the bed.

“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.” You mutter to yourself as you reach for your cellphone on the side table. Unfortunately for you, the snake leaps forward and takes a snap towards your arm, eliciting another screech from you and making you back yourself against the far corner of the bed. “Go to the woods, you thought, it’ll be a great experience!” You mock yourself, now looking for anything nearby that you could use as a weapon. You could toss the blanket over it and try to make a run for it, but what you miss or what if it still managed to get you?

“Y/N!” You hear Hizashi just outside the cabin.

“We heard a scream, is everything alright!?” Another voice joins him, likely his husband.

“N-No! There’s a snake in here!” You glance towards the window to see it cracked open. Didn’t you lock it last night? “I can’t get past it!” You hear some banging at the front door, but shouldn’t they have a key? Or maybe they didn’t want to just walk in? “The window to the room is open! Hurry!” How close is the nearest hospital if you get bit? How long would it take you to die?

When you see two figures come around to the bedroom window you feel like you could weep in relief, but they hesitate.

“Is it okay for us to come in? How close is the snake?” The dark-haired man asks, and in your panic you don’t even question the absurdity of the first question.

“I-It’s close to me, you can come in. Be careful though.” You’re much quieter now, thinking that maybe your yelling only made the creature on your floor angrier. Hizashi’s husband only then pushes the window further open, sticking one leg inside to stabilize himself before coming all the way in. The snake is too focused on you to notice the new intruder.

“Y/N, my name is Shouta, and I need you to follow my instructions. Can you do that for me?” His voice is low and smooth, it calms you instantly.

“O-Okay.”

“Good girl. Pick up the blanket from your bed very slowly, try not to make any sudden movements - he’s more scared of you than you are of him.” You highly doubt that, but nonetheless you lean down very slowly while Shouta sneaks around the back of the snake to grab the blanket. “Very good girl.” Your face flushes at the almost sensual compliment. “Now, throw it onto the snake. Don’t worry, I’ll keep you safe.” His reassurance calls you to action, tossing the thin blanket onto the snake. It hisses and wildly whips around under the blanket until Shouta manages to scoop up the blanket like a bag and tie it off. Just like that, your ordeal is over.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay now Y/N, Shou’s got the big bad snake.” Hizashi is suddenly by your side in an instant. When did he come through the window? His hand is on yours as he gently guides your shaky body off of the bed.

“I don’t even know how that thing got in, I-I locked every door and window last night! I double checked everything, I cleaned yesterday, I just don’t...” Why was the window open? Did she maybe get up last night and open it? It did get pretty hot last night... Quite suddenly, you’re extremely aware of how bare you feel in your cute light blue cotton shorts and black sports bra. You hadn’t even thought of it during your state of panic.

“I’m going to take this guy outside and let him go. Hizashi brought a dish over for you to try, if you want the company.” The two of them don’t seem to mind your half-dressed state, but you do.

“Sure, um, do you mind stepping out for a few minutes though.” You release Hizashi’s hand and grab the sheet from the bed to cover yourself. They understand pretty quickly, but both men didn’t mind it. If anything they want to see more of your soft, beautiful skin.

“Sorry ‘bout that beautiful! We’ll give ya some space!” With that, both men are leaving your presence and you feel like you can breathe a sigh of relief. What just happened? It feels like it all happened at once, but you can’t say that you aren’t relieved by their excellent timing. You decide to slip on some normal jean shorts and a faded AC/DC tee-shirt you got a few years back.

When you step out of the bedroom you can see Hizashi already bustling around the kitchen, humming in a way that made you feel warm little fuzzies on the inside. Shouta is sitting at the dining room table with his dark eyes shut. You take a moment to silently admire Hizashi’s husband. He’s more filled out than the lithe blonde, and while his black wavy hair is long, it’s only a few inches past his shoulders. And then she notices the deep scar just under his right eye.

“See something you like?” Your face once again turns red when you realize his eyes have opened and he’s looking directly at you.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare-”

“It’s alright. It’s the scar, right?” When he says this, Hizashi stops his cooking momentarily to look back at you and his husband.

“Oh, no! I don’t mind scars, scars can be sexy!” Why did you have to say that? An amused smirk slides across Shouta’s lips when you say this. Hizashi, meanwhile, lets out a chuckle that makes the air around you feel too light.

“Well of course scars are sexy! Why don’t you tell little bird how you got that scar?” As he says this you come to sit at the table. You may as well indulge them, they did come to your rescue after all.

“It’s not that interesting.” Shouta waves it off, but he can tell that you’re interested. “Unless you want to hear about it?”

“It’s not like I have anything else to do.” You shrug, and with that you get to spend the rest of your morning with the two men.

Apparently, Shouta had a run in with a man trespassing on the land and got a knife pulled on him. He said it wasn’t that interesting, but the way he told it captivated your interest. The guy was probably a hunter, or a thief, but they never found out. The local deputy came to get the guy after the confrontation, and that was that. They continued to talk with you long after breakfast had finished and you all had eaten, asking you about your interests, your passions, the reason why you came out here. You don’t know why, but when they ask you these questions you answer without a second thought. You think that it’s because no one has ever bothered to listen to you for this long, and the couple makes you feel as if you belong here, like you’re a person who deserves to be cherished. Originally you came here to be alone, but when you’re with them you feel something that you never felt back home. You just can’t quite describe it. Hours pass, and it’s well past noon when the two men decide to take their leave.

“If you see anymore snakes-”

“-Or if you just want our company-”

“-just give us a call on the landline.” Shouta finishes for the two of them as they walk out the front door.

“Sure thing, thanks again. I don’t know what I would have done if you two hadn’t come over.”

“Probably woulda sat there, desperately waiting for your prince charming to come save you. Good thing you already have two of us.” Hizashi’s joke manages to get a little giggle out of you.

“You’re cheesy.” Shouta grumbles, though you could see a small smile on his face as well. “Come on, let’s leave Y/N alone.” You watch the two of them walk not down the dirt road that you drove on to get here, but back through the forest that encircles the cabin.

Once the couple is gone, it’s like you snap back to reality. This morning was crazy, and you got lucky, but you swore that you locked that window shut last night. Deciding that perhaps it was better to enjoy the rest of your day than continue to obsess over the snake incident, you take a sketch book and go out back to draw the pretty flowers in the field.

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The night feels even hotter than the day, making it near impossible for you to cover up in any way. Long ago you stripped yourself bare, sprawling yourself on top of the covers with a sheen of sweat covering your body. If you didn’t feel the cool air struggling to reach you from the vents, then you would almost think the AC is broken. Currently, you’re half asleep in an almost dreamlike state. That’s when you hear a soft whisper.

“What is your wish?”

You turn on your side, letting out unintelligible mumbles. A more soothing, honeyed voice joins the first.

“What do you desire, little bird?”

That voice sends tingles all through your body, setting every nerve on fire. It compels you to answer.

“I want...” You mumbles, eyes half open and glazed over as you give your answer. “I want... Release...” You want to feel all of your stresses disappear as if they never existed.

“I’ll give you release, kitten.”

The voice no longer sounds far away, which snaps you out of that sleepy haze and once again makes you aware of your surroundings.Your eyes adjust to the darkness to find yourself no longer in the cabin, but surrounded by looming vertical objects... Trees?

“Shhh, don’t panic, we’re here.” There’s that voice again, the one that makes orgasmic waves pulse through your eardrums. It soothes any worries that you currently have as two hands come up to your shoulders and gently lay you onto the soft ground.

They prepared this place just for you. The cabin had been a front from the very beginning, a way to lure you away from bustling city life so they could give you what you wanted - release. You didn’t know it, but you had met Shouta months before this at a little bakery just down the street from your work. You had been complaining on the phone about your new boss and how stressed you were because of your obligations, and you wished that someone would take you away from your own life. Unknowingly, you had called upon the closest Jinn in the area, and he had already taken notice of you.

“Be gentle with her, it could be her first time.”

“It’s definitely not. But don’t worry, I took care of the ex months ago.”

You can vaguely hear the conversation of the two men looming over you, but you do not react. On the inside you feel fear, vulnerability, and confusion. You can’t quite make out the figures above you, but you recognize the voices; your hosts, Shouta and Hizashi. You just can’t comprehend why they are doing this. Earlier today they were fine, sure they were getting a little too close and asking too many questions, but you wouldn’t say they invaded your space... Or did they?

“Took care of?”

“Nothing like that, he wished for a job in France, so I got him the job in France... But, he might not like that job very much.” You can hear the smirk in his voice even if you can’t see it. “It was necessary.”

“Agreed.” The hands that had pushed you back onto the pillowy moss are now moving down your sides, just barely brushing over the sides of your breasts. You barely register the sigh of pleasure that leaves your lips at the tantalizing contact.

“Zashi...”

“What? Isn’t this what we wanted?”

“We need permission.”

“We have permission! You heard the wish!”

“It was vague. I want details.” Suddenly, you can feel another set of hands gently massaging your bare feet, then moving up your smooth legs to part them at the thighs. The exposure makes you whimper, though there’s little you can do beyond that. “Release your influence, Hizashi.”

“But if we do that-”

“Release her. I want to hear her.” With what sounds like a huff of frustration from the blonde, that hazy feeling that had come over you suddenly dissipates. Your vision becomes more clear along with the two entities above you.

Hizashi has moves your arms so they’re now pinned above your head, preventing you from covering your bare breasts from their view. Shouta still has your legs spread on either side of you, but he doesn’t move any further. You meet his eyes, eyes that had been onyx earlier in the day but now glow an eerie shade of red.

“Months ago you wished to be taken away from your life. Do you remember that, Y/N?” You can’t focus on Shouta’s voice, all you can focus on is your current situation. Tings sting the edges of your eyes, and your throat starts to close up.

“P-Please...”

“She’s not going to respond like this, Shou.”

“She will, be patient. Y/N, I need you to look at me.” His voice is stern. Even though you want to look away, you once again meet his gaze. “What do you wish for now?”

“Let m-me go!” That’s your first thought, but then you feel one of Shouta’s hands creeping further up your thigh, his fingers just barely brushing over your outer lips.

“Do you mean that?” You nod your head frantically, and unbeknownst to you Shouta’s partner is giving him an incredulous look. “So, you want to go back to that stressful life in the city? You want your asshole boss to walk all over you, making you feel like you’re the scum of the earth? You want your parents to treat you like you mean nothing?” He emphasizes the final word with a hiss, and this seems to get to you. Your sniffling briefly ceases, though you’re still tugging against the tight hold of both of the men as if you could escape.

“What are you?”

“A Jinn, kitten. Do you know what a Jinn is?” You nod you head - you’re aware of the mythology behind beings like him, but how does he exist? They’re fictional! “Months ago I heard your desperate plea, and ever since then I’ve been eager to give you want you want... For a price.” His thumb brushes over your clit briefly, making your body stiffen.

“F-For sex?”

“For partnership. To be with me, to be with Hizashi, to be with both of us. It does get lonely out here.”

“And I can’t leave.” Hizashi pipes in with a sad smile. “I’m a Siren tied permanently to this forest. Remember the story about the man with a knife? He was going to hurt this place, so we had no choice. Once this place is gone, so am I.” His thumbs rub soothing circles into your skin.

“You don’t need me though, I don’t need your wishes or whatever! I want to...” You wish that you could say that you want to go home, but do you? Despite your current circumstances, you found yourself considering this deal.

“If you’re here, then Hizashi won’t be alone. I can go out for supplies without worrying about him.”

“And if you’re here, you won’t have to deal with those pesky worries you had before little bird. You get to have fun, be free, be loved by us.” But why you? Why did they want to take you?

“Because you’re special, Y/N. Because out of everyone in that city, you were the one who wanted to escape the most, who cared but wasn’t cared for. You deserve us.” Shouta drives his point home here, but he hopes that it will be enough. After all, he would prefer your consent, but it’s not entirely needed here.

“Okay.” You whisper. After all, what’s really waiting for you back home? Misery and paperwork, that’s what.

“Okay what?”

“You need to be more specific, Y/N.” You take a deep, shuddering breath before you speak again.

“I-I want release, I don’t want to go home anymore.”

“And in exchange?” Shouta pushes, his eyes glowing as he stares into yours.

“In e-exchange, I’ll stay here. I’ll be your... Partner.”

That seems to be all that they need from you, because in the next moment the two men above you are no longer clothed. You squeak and shut your eyes - it’s not the first time you’ve seen a naked man, but usually they don’t just pop out in front of you like that!

“You’re little noises are so cute.” Hizashi uses one of his knees to keep your wrists pinned above your head so his hands could get to work. While your eyes are still closed you feel his soft fingers run across your neck and past your collarbone, headed straight for your breasts. But just before they can get there, a pair of lips smash to yours. Shouta’s tongue flicks out at your bottom lip, beckoning you to allow him inside. Just at that moment, Hizashi’s fingers find your pert nipples, giving each of them a tiny pinch. This causes you to moan, and Shouta takes the chance to slide his tongue into your mouth to get a taste.

You can feel Shouta’s thick erection against your cunt, twitching in anticipation. It has been awhile since you’ve had another man, and you have to admit that the thought of being railed by these very good looking men wasn’t so bad. You start to becoming lightheaded from the kiss and constant ministrations of your sensitive nipples when Shouta finally pulls away from the kiss to let you breathe.

“Good girl.” He brings his thumb up to wipe away some of the saliva from around your lips. “We’ll put this to more use later. For now, I want to see you cum.” In what feels like two seconds Shouta is suddenly between your thighs, throwing your legs over his shoulders so he could get a good view of your waiting, wet pussy. He blows cool air over your sensitive little nub, making it quiver and throb in anticipation. Meanwhile, Hizashi finally leans down to suck one of your nipples into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the little bug while his fingers continue to tug and pinch the other. Your head sits in the blonde’s lap, his cock mere inches away from your face.

“Do you want to suck me, little bird?” As he says this in that low, melodic voice of his, Shouta flicks his tongue over your clit, making your writhe under them.

“Careful, she almost came.”

“Is my voice too much for you?” You can only pant in response, letting out a soft moan when Shouta flicks his tongue over your little nub again.

“Answer him, or we’ll make this last.”

“Y-Yes... It’s... I makes me feel good.” His voice makes you feel like you could orgasm in seconds.

“And do you want to suck daddy’s cock?” The way he words it makes you whine, but you nonetheless give him an answer.

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes... Daddy.” The instant that you finish that sentence, Shouta’s mouth latches onto your clit, sucking on it so harshly that you can feel your head spin. Hizashi repositions himself so he’s kneeling right over your face, running his fingers through your hair as he guides your lips to his tip. You take his tip into your mouth and suck it softly, eliciting a groan from the man that gets sent straight to your groin.

“Fuck, just her lips are almost enough... Come on honey, you can take me deeper.” And you do, you try to relax your throat so you can take Hizashi’s cock deeper into your mouth, swirling your tongue around his base, all while Hizashi has his hands continually playing with your nipples, never letting up.

Shouta continues his work between your legs, nipping softly at your clit while bringing a finger to your entrance. He gently pushes it inside of you, giving it a few thrusts before adding a second. You adjust tremendously well. He can already feel your wet cavern clenching tightly around his fingers as he curls his digits upwards. To this you give him a sweet little cry, which only results in Shouta setting a relentless pace. He pounds those fingers into you, hitting your sensitive spot with such precision that you can hardly focus on the cock in your mouth all while sucking and swirling his expert tongue over your swollen clit until you finally clench tightly around his fingers and cry out with your first orgasm of the evening.

Hizashi slows down the thrusts into your mouth as Shouta pulls away from between your legs, slowly pulling himself out as well. For a moment you’re confused, wondering why they could pull away when they haven’t found relief yet, only to be suddenly pulled forward so you’re hovering right over Shouta’s thick length. Hizashi comes up behind you, pressing soft kisses and nipples to the soft spot on your neck - he’s going to leave plenty of marks here later.

“Do you think you can take both of us?” Shouta asks, momentarily confused you until you realize what he means.

“I’ve never done it, um, there before.”

“We can make it easy, if you let us. It’ll only feel good.” Hizashi assures you, rubbing comforting circles into your thighs.

“We want to make you feel good.” Shouta adds, both hesitating until they see you nod your head once again.

“Okay.” You still feel nervous, but you want to feel good, and so far it feels really good.

Shouta helps your ease yourself onto his dick, pressing gently into your waiting pussy while giving your already oversensitive clit little flicks from his thumb. Once he has settled deep within you, you feel Hizashi spread your ass cheeks and press a finger into you. Your face burns from slight embarrassment, but admittedly as he begins to move the saliva covered digit in and out of you, you find yourself enjoying it. You try to move whilst on top of Shouta, but he grabs your hips to keep you still.

“Wait.” He commands, smirking at your impatient whine. That whine then turns into a gasp as you feel a second finger being pressed into your rear hole, nibbling on your bottom lip as an uncomfortable burning sensation takes place of the previous pleasure.

“Relax for me, little bird.” Hizashi whispers, and like his words work magic you instantly relax and that burning sensation goes away. He pumps those a few times while your juices continue to drench Shouta’s cock, then they’re gone, replaced instead by Hizashi’s pulsating member. “Stay relaxed, and take a few breaths.” Hizashi murmurs, placing a few soft kisses to your neck as he pushes himself into you.

At first you feel that uncomfortable burning sensation once again, but then that changes to a fullness that gives you pleasure. You huff in lust as Hizashi pushes the full of his length into you, both men temporarily remaining still while you adjust. Your back is pressed flush against Hizashi’s chest, so you can feel his heartbeat rhythmically hammering against you while they both wait.

“Please...”

“Please what?” Shouta once again brushes his thumb over your swollen clit, making you whimper.

“Please, make me yours.”

As if you said the magic words, both men suddenly begin to move within you. Shouta keeps your hips stilled while rolling his own to thrust up into you, meanwhile Hizashi wraps one arm around your waist to grope your breast. You feel his teeth graze against your shoulder with enough pressure to bruise, but you don’t care, you’re in a euphoric state right now.

Shouta keeps your clit busy with his thumb while the both of them pick up their paces, the sound of sweaty skin slapping together resonating throughout the dense forest. You can feel your next orgasm already building as the two of them continue at their brutal pace, the feeling of your holes clenching around them driving them absolutely wild with lust - they’re not going to last much longer, either.

“Fuck - we love you, kitten.”

“Yesss, we love you so much little bird.” Hizashi grunts into your ear, and while you can’t say it yet, you’re sure that it won’t take but a few months before you’re saying the same words back.

All it takes is one well timed thrust against your g-spot and another flick to your clit before you’re clamping down on both men and letting out a long, strangled moan with your second orgasm. Shouta follows quickly behind you along with Hizashi, both men pressing deep within you before they spill their seeds. They stay inside of you even afterwards, letting you back in your afterglow as they both praise you, pressing kisses over your skin and telling you how great you did for them.

It’s too late for you to turn back now. You’ve made the deal, and you sealed it the second that you said yes.

[heisenberg-simp257]

Hello! Have a lovely day! Could i request #70 from the prompt list with Lord Heisenberg? Thank you very much!

Sure! I hope these stories don't sound repetitive because of how my brain works with Heisy here😅

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Hate?

You think Heisenberg despises you when, in fact, it's quite the opposite.

#70 “Don’t cry, you don’t need to hide your feelings, I feel the same.”

It was unlike Heisenberg to be so quiet. Usually, the Lord was a loud cocky son of a bitch who strode about the place like he owned it, smirk on his face. However, recently, he’s been isolating himself to the depths of his factory where you could not follow him. And when you did see him, he wouldn’t speak to you. In fact, he would hardly look at you.

His actions began to hurt you a lot.

You understood that he was not an emotional man, but couldn’t he at least notice your presence. Even a tease or some snarky comment. Heck, at this point you would even take him yelling at you.

Did he just hate you or something?

No. Not at all.

In fact, it was quite the opposite.

Heisenberg has grown too attached to you, more than he probably should. However, he knew he had no chance of you liking him back. Heisenberg lived alone in a factory, experimenting on dead bodies of people you probably once knew. He viewed himself as a monster after all.

And how could someone love a monster?

So, Heisenberg distanced himself from you. He didn’t want to hurt himself any further by being around you and falling more in love with you. It wasn’t fair to you, for him to avoid you like that, but he couldn’t think of any other way to keep you safe.

You deserved much better than him.

It broke Heisenberg’s heart to be away from you, it really did, but he knew that if he was closer to you, he would like you even more. And he couldn’t take the rejection, especially if it was from you.

But what he failed to notice, was how much he was actually hurting you.

“Heisenberg, did I do something wrong?” Your voice startled him as you seemed to magically appear at the door to his medical room, where he was currently working with a dead body.

You had managed to brave the darkness of the factory and come find him. He was cornered, and had no choice but to speak with you, especially after he saw the sad look on your face.

“You? Do something wrong? Absolutely not.” He said with a slight smile, trying to lighten the mood, but you were having none of it.

“Then why are you avoiding me?” You took a couple steps into the dimly lit room. The contrasting shadows on both your faces making it even more dramatic. Heisenberg stopped what he was doing, slowly looking up to meet your eyes.

“Do you...hate me or something?” You could hardly bring yourself to ask him that question. However, he quickly shook his head and gestured wildly with his hands, walking from behind his table to lean against the front of it.

“No, Y/N, not at all! Look...you got this whole thing all wrong...” Heisenberg lowered the tone of his voice when he realized that the inevitable was occurring. You folded your arms and awaited an explanation.

He had nowhere to run this time.

“I...I...I don’t know how to say this...” He said more to himself than to you. Heisenberg bit his lip and turned his head away, scratching under his hat as a new feeling entered his chest.

Nervousness.

“Every time I’m around you, I can’t help but grow to like you, and...fuck...it just hurts me so much because I know I can’t have you...” It might’ve been your imagination, but you swear you heard his voice hitch. As he explained, your face softened. 

“...so I avoided you to make things easier for me...after all, who could love a thing like me?” As he said that last part, Heisenberg quickly brought an arm up to wipe his face. Tears? From Lord Heisenberg? You wanted to think that was impossible, but here it was before you.

All because he was afraid you didn’t love him.

As he continued to fight with his own feelings, you slowly walked over to him. At this point, he was so vulnerable that you weren’t afraid of his anger. You placed your hands on his cheeks, tickled by his scruff, and made him look at you.

“Don’t cry, you don’t need to hide your feelings, I feel the same.” You said gently while smiling. Heisenberg could hardly believe what he heard. You actually cared for him back?

“I was so upset when you started avoiding me because I thought it was impossible for you to like me.” You told him while removing your hands from his face and wrapping your arms around him in a hug.

“How could someone not like you, even a freak like me.” Heisenberg finally replied, doing his best to hug you as well. You frowned into his chest, pulling away to look him in the eye.

“You aren’t a freak. You are one of the best men I’ve ever known.” You told him honestly as he chuckled a bit at that. However, it was mostly from the relief that washed over him knowing that he didn’t have to hide anymore.

He never had to in the first place.

“I promise you; I’m going to keep you safe and take good care of you. We are both getting out of this if it’s the last thing I do.” Heisenberg told you while brining you back into another hug.

“I don’t doubt that one bit.” You replied, taking in his metallic and smokey scent. Your relationship progressed well after that, now that feeling where finally in the light. You couldn’t be happier to know this.

It was much nicer to see him smile at you instead of shunning you.

And you reminded him every day how he was no monster.

[avissapiens]

Avis' Subject Symposium

A Crash Course in Trance Pt 1: Files.

(Art by Acro @sodalite96/https://twitter.com/sodalite96 Used with their permission. Go check them out!)

So often new subjects come to me and they don’t know the first thing about trance. None of its mechanics or methods, and so it can be very daunting for them; to step into such a wide abyss without knowing what to expect and what is expected of you. Many of them, even experienced subjects, expect that 100% of the work is and should be done by the Hypnotist. In truth both parties, the hypnotist and the subject, must be willing and able. But while it’s more readily apparent what must be done in order for a tist to be successful in their endeavors, many subjects/potential subjects can have a hard time understanding what it takes to get the most out of their trance, both from pre-recorded files, and from live sessions with a hypnotist. So, I’m here to give you what is in my opinion, the essential Crash Course to Trance, starting first with trancing to files.

Location

Find yourself somewhere nice, darkened and quiet, where you know you won’t be disturbed. This is already a hard task for a lot of subjects, living with other people always increases the chance that one might barge in on you, eyes glazed over, drooling all over yourself. Or that someone’s reckless pounding from above might shake the abyss so thoroughly that it takes you out of trance. But here is the thing I will stress. While physical quiet is a good idea as it allows you to focus on the words and suggestions streaming into your head. What matters so much more is internal peace and quiet. A location where you can feel at ease and safe and secure in yourself. A locked bedroom surrounded by mountains of pillows. Your favorite plush armchair that threatens to swallow you almost as well as the Abyss of Trance. The peaceful morning route on the train whose path you know so well that you can be lulled into trance just by the rumbling vibrations of the tracks beneath your seat. Wherever you can be comfortable.

The ideal location for trance I'm sure does exist in some government facility or therapists office somewhere, where you can be dropped into an isolation tank and be brainwashed clean. But most of us will never encounter that. So what matters then is the ideal mindset for trance, which is one of peace, safety, trust and assurance.

Equipment

This is one of the reasons so many love using files. Because its barrier to entry is so low. All you really need is something to play the file on and a place to listen. This is in contrast to working directly with a tist where you need, at the very least, A good internet connection, maybe a camera, Another person who you trust and who might be wildly inconsistent. Or working in person which probably will require a whole location and time-table to get set up. No, Files are relatively simple and they are no better or worse than live sessions for certain purposes. However, like all simple things, they can be elevated by improving its ingredients. A box cake from the store and a home-made chiffon are functionally the same, but their difference comes in the ingredients and technique.

So for trance I recommend spoiling yourself a little, at the very least buy yourself some decent quality over-ear headphones. Many file-makers (myself included) add frequencies and binaural beats underneath the main track. These serve the purpose of training your own brain’s waveforms to a certain frequency, thus more easily taking you into trance. But they can only be detected and properly registered with some good headphones. Additionally, The encapsulation of headphones provides a more immersive experience, isolating you and transporting you through the trance experience like you are in your own little world. Trust me. $600 studio headphones aren’t needed, But a good quality wired $40 headset goes a long way and is multi-purpose. A decent quality chair or mattress also will serve you well, not just in trance but in life.

Focus

Trance is a very tricky state that, like all things, requires practice and patience to master. Staying in trance is like a tightrope walk, teetering gently between the realm of consciousness and awareness, and the oblivion of total subconscious and sleep. It is the liminal space between the two, that subconscious space that makes trance and hypnosis possible. It is the state where your mind is most open to total suggestion and where magical things can happen. So how does one walk the line between these two modes of being? The answer is focus. Or rather Half-focus. Focusing without focusing. With descriptions like that it can sound like some kind of Zen riddle, but that is often what it feels like sometimes. Now this is not a laser focus like you would expect in a classroom setting, no one is being tested here. It's a more gentle and subtle focus. Like focusing on the world around you. Focusing on the wind on your face, the rise and fall of your lungs; On the way your body just goes loose and slumps over. The trick is to go in and to follow along, to listen and pay attention and try to comply with the suggestions given at first. Suspend your disbelief and engage with it unironically and without pretense. If you notice yourself drifting, don’t try to force it back to focus. Simply let it explore where it wants and to carry on organically. Nothing in trance needs to be forced. Simply focused on and allowed to happen.

Many subs oscillate in trance, their minds ebbing and flowing like a Sine wave; wavering in and out of trance, one minute aware, the next minute completely blank and asleep, and then for a brief moment in bliss. But it averages out to trance at the end of it. One must also not fear dropping out of trance. Focusing too much on that eventuality makes it a self fulfilling prophecy. Just Focus-not-focus-half-focus and enjoy yourself.

Apprehension

So many subjects look at files and their mind begins to spin with endless questions and anxieties. Worries about “losing themselves” or “changing too much” or “doing things they don’t want to do.” It’s a valid set of concerns for a new subject, uninitiated in the true mechanics of trance and only knowing of hypnosis what is shown in the media. Evil villains and monsters brainwashing our heroes to do horribly enticing and arousing things. So ingrained is this idea that it even crossed over into the allure of hypnosis files. And while I won’t say it's impossible for that to happen, I have 3 comments on it to ease your mind. First, with Files, one of the best things about it is that the subject gets to control practically every single aspect of the experience. When you do it, how many times you listen, and whether you listen at all to begin with. While all files should be clearly labelled with Content and trigger warnings and given an explicit summary of what they are and what they do, we know that is not the case. The amount of “Mystery files” I've seen on various forums irks me to no end. But it appeals to some people. However, for those who are not particularly fond of surprises you have the absolute power to review the file before you trance to it. You can give it a fully aware walk through, or just jump through segments to look for anything that doesn’t suit your taste.

Once you’ve done that however you might still be conflicted about some content. Not openly averse to it, but unsure. Dumbing down and IQ reduction are probably number one on this list. People are so terrified of somehow losing everything when they learn to stop overthinking things. For these concerns my second point suggests Introspection. Ask yourself “Why do I/Don’t I want this?” “Is it really as bad as my anxiety is making it out to be?” Because if you like something a lot, and really want it, then why should you deny yourself it out of fear? Even aside from dumbing, many desires are tinged with this air of guilt or fear. Terrified to acknowledge or grab hold of what we truly want and own up to it. In my estimation Hypnosis can be one of the best ways of dabbling with those desires because in trance there is no shame or judgement. Finally, my 3rd point says you don’t have to worry. If you really don’t like a suggestion you can always leave it behind. Your mind has built in fail-safes to reject suggestions you haven’t agreed to. A file cannot make you do something unless you want it, at least subconsciously. The old cliche goes “All Hypnosis is Self-Hypnosis” and what that fundamentally means is that as a subject you are the one who decides what happens. You consent and go along with things and allow them to happen to you. It is your desire, your focus, your arousal and your own subconscious that allows hypnosis to work. Subjects have more power than they know. I really hope it assists some people in vibing better with trance and files. I’ll be putting out another version for Live hypnotists later this month.

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Fire and Ice (Boba x F!Reader x Din)

Rating: Explicit (18+) Pairing: Boba Fett x F!Reader (established relationship), Din Djarin x F!Reader Word Count: 1.4k Warnings: voyeurism, unspecified age gap with both men, sexual exploration, sharing, unprotected sex, pullout, Boba’s throne, Din being a simp 4 u.

Summary: Boba let’s you take a ride on with Mando.

A/N: @escapedthesarlacc​ has a rly big brain and I consider her the patron saint of Boba thots. Her headcanons live in my head rent-free, and I definitely had them in mind here 💖

You never thought you would be in the middle of a situation like this. You never thought you were one to be shared by two men.

But Mando wanted to fuck you. And Boba wanted to watch.

Din Djarin was your ghost of another place and time. If the kid hadn’t occupied his attentions, if Boba Fett hadn’t possessed you so wholly… then perhaps there could have been something beautiful. But life is funny, is it not? There are many loves that could be ignited in the universe, and the one that had been chosen for you was Boba. Now all that remained between you and Din was a loving friendship and that fleeting spark.

Boba had been an unattached and uncaring young man, who had sown his oats thoroughly before even meeting you. As he grew older and as the Sarlacc branded him, his priorities changed; you were that reason, his excuse to become a new man.

But you were younger still, and Boba recognized that. You had a curiosity and a hunger that Boba adored, and you still had so much to see and do. Your pleasure was his pleasure. If the silver Mandalorian could satiate you and feed that hunger that he himself once had, then Boba was more than willing to allow it despite the way his heart pounded.

Boba was wildly possessive and protective, but with a gentle reminder of just how much he kept you satisfied… well, he could never say no when his girl asked so nicely. So he agreed to the encounter under his own terms, with only one hard-and-fast rule:

Din could not come inside of you.

The armored man sits leisurely on his throne just feet away from the rugs and pillows strewn about the floor.

Your touches with Din are experimental as he hovers over you. Immediately you are struck by how different the two bounty hunters feel; Din is scruffy with plenty of unkempt hair for your fingers to graze, from his jaw to his disheveled mane. His lips are soft and slow as they place tender kisses to your own and he has the fervor and the earnest quality of a younger man, despite his age.

It had not been your intention to make comparisons, but the contrast is stark. But that was the point, wasn’t it? To feel someone else, for Boba to share in that experience. The Mandalorian holds you close, taking his time with you, finding the things that make you tick. It feels like learning how to make love all over again.

You relax as Din’s large fingers work into you, letting him explore and stoke your arousal. Boba admires you from his throne, noting how soft your thighs look, the graceful curves of your legs, the dip in your lower back that makes your ass look so, so inviting. He loves the way you writhe on the Mandalorian’s fingers as you beg him for more.

Din keeps coming back to your lips. It’s a sweet gesture that you return with fervor; you wanted to drown his sorrows and to make him feel loved. After the kid left, Din was distant and hurting. Your company was his only comfort and a night to relieve his stress was just what the brooding Mandalorian needed.

You spit on Din’s throbbing cock — a quick and effective habit you had picked up from Boba — and lubricate his length for your own sake. You know exactly what you are doing to your audience and proceed to cock an eyebrow at Boba as you lay back for Din. Gently, he parts your legs, planting kisses up your neck, and lines himself up.

You cry out as Din pushes in; the sound goes straight to Boba’s cock. “Fuck, Din,” you sigh as the Mandalorian grunts above you, furrowing his brows at the tight grip. He curses in your ear, praising you sweetly, as you relax around him. Your arms settle around his back and your legs wrap around his.

Boba’s eyes are fixed on you, very much aware of how tight you would be. The intimacy of your embrace had not been surprising to him, he knew you craved contact. But he also knew everything about you — your mannerisms, your tells, your tastes — and there is something different about the way you react to Din when he starts to move.

Your eyes flutter shut, a beautiful expression of contentment, as you bring a hand up to the Mandalorian’s cheek. Your mouth is fixed in a soft smile until Djarin hits something different, when your mouth falls agape with a gasp, and your cries are soft and low while Din’s hips roll into yours steadily.

Boba wasn’t upset; watching you get fucked for him to see was igniting something deep inside of him. He feels pride knowing that the beautiful girl whimpering on the floor was his and his mind swirls with the filthiest sentiments.

Din feels so good for you, the way his lips seemed to be always working against your skin, the praises — praises that were almost too daring under the circumstances.

“You’re so, so good to me,” he groans. “Always have been.”

“Din,” you breathe, pulling him in for a kiss.

“That’s it… you can take it…”

Your eyes dart over to Boba as Din continues to sing your praises, biting your lip, taking every deep thrust.

It was clear the Mandalorian was enamored by you, but Boba could give a shit about anything to do with Din Djarin in this moment. He was obsessed with seeing you undone. Your small cries of ecstasy, the way your pretty eyes flicker over to make sure he is watching… Boba watches rock hard with a fire in his belly.

“Please…” you whine in search of friction. Din pulling out before you came seemed unfathomable, but you knew the Mandalorian wouldn’t let you down. His hand comes down to massage your clit.

The bounty hunter’s hips thrust faster. Your hands claw at his back, your head is thrown back. You make eye contact with Boba who shoots you a knowing glance.

You come quickly on the Mandalorian’s cock on a wave of pure ecstasy. It takes all of Din’s strength to refrain from letting you milk him over before you were done, but he keeps thrusting.

Boba is staring at your face, blissed out under the Mandalorian, until Din’s growing grunts of pleasure stir Boba from his trance.

“Easy, Djarin,” Boba growls.

“I know, Fett!” Din barks through gritted teeth.

Boba’s protective gaze makes you clench once again as you watch him through blurred vision. Din pulls out in spite of your inviting vice grip with a groan, spilling over the floor between your legs, pulling at your hair gently.

You feel lucky to have two men this careful with you, this loving, as you keep Din’s body close.

“How’re you, mesh’la? You okay?” Din asks in your ear.

You nod with an exhausted expression, grinning wide.

“Thank you, sweet girl,” he says, planting a kiss on your forehead.

“Din,” you smile, brushing a fond hand along his cheek in appreciation. “Thank you.”

You were grateful for this moment of closure and trust, as was the Mandalorian. He leaves you with a lingering kiss.

Boba was ready to praise your performance, to tell you something filthy as always, but the way your wide eyes look up at him take the words out of his mouth. He wanted you back home with him now.

“Come here, little one,” he says, patting his thigh. “What am I going to do with you?”

You move to straddle Boba’s lap, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and burying your face in his warm neck. Boba sighs, holding you flush against him in silence with no intention of letting you go. You feel safe and small in your bounty hunter’s arms, lulled by his breathing.

“Did that feel good, cyar’ika?” he whispers in your ear, breaking the silence.

“Mmhm,” you hum into his neck. Boba’s hand runs up your back, resting the other on your ass. “Was that okay for you?” you ask, coming up to meet his eyes with slight worry.

“You can feel for yourself that it was, girl,” Boba growls with a smirk.

“You old stud,” you tease, giggling against his lips, as he gives your rear a firm smack. “Give me two minutes… and I’ll take care of it for you.”