#mainly because she excels in using magic hands on

[sanschips]

#MCtober2024 Week 2 - Mari is a pretty average student. she excels in subjects she likes, but more or less is barely passing in the ones she neglects.

books are definitely not her strong suit 😅 thankfully she has Natty to hang out with afterwards!

[chocolatepot]

Hi! Can you elaborate on "Fuck GRRM's committment to 'historical realism' without knowing anything about medieval social history"? I would love to know about what GRRM gets wrong about medieval gender roles, specifically.

So Cersei learns at an early age that she has no agency, her only value is producing heirs and is barred from traditional routes of power so she has to use underhanded methods such as influencing men with sex or using underhanded magical means. I would love an explanation on why this doesn't reflect medieval queen consorts and noble women irl.

Sure! The basic summary is: GRRM "knows" the things that everyone "knows" about the middle ages, which are broad stereotypes often reflective of a) primary sources that deserve a critical reading rather than being taken at face value and b) the judgements of later periods making themselves look better at the medieval period's expense.

As Shiloh Carroll argues, building on the work of Helen Young, “readers are caught in a ‘feedback loop’ in which Martin’s work helps to create a neomedieval idea of the Middle Ages, which then becomes their idea of what the Middle Ages ‘really’ looked like, which is then used to defend Martin’s work as ‘realistic’ because it matches their idea of the real Middle Ages.”

Since you're mainly interested in Cersei here, I'd strongly recommend a book: Queenship and the Women of Westeros: Female Agency and Advice in Game of Thrones and A Song of Ice and Fire, edited by Zita Eva Rohr and Lisa Benz. It's an excellent read and speaks to exactly what you're asking about. The tone of the book is very positive and non-judgemental when it comes to GRRM and his depictions of women on the whole, but I think some of this is rhetorical positioning to not seem like "mean angry academics jumping on fiction for not being accurate," as the actual content turns the reader to thinking about how much agency and power medieval queens had in different European societies and how little of that worked its way into GRRM's worldbuilding.

It's true that women typically didn't inherit titles and thrones in their own right, and that they were usually given in marriage for political/dynastic reasons. However, they weren't seen as brood mares whose only duty was to pop out sons: both queens and noblewomen had roles to play as household managers, counselors, and lieutenants, actively participating in the ruling of their domains and in local and international diplomacy (women in political alliances were not just pawns sent to a powerful man's bed, but were to act as ambassadors for their families and to pass information back and forth), and they had to be raised with an understanding of this so that they could learn to do it. Motherhood was very important, don't get me wrong, but it's a mistake to assume as pop culture does that a wife's foremost duty being to provide heirs for her family meant that she was ONLY seen as a mother/potential mother.

Catelyn is a great example of what was expected of women in these positions. But in the books, Catelyn is basically the only woman who inhabits this role, and the impression given is that she's exceptional, that she's just in charge of the household because she's so great at it that Ned allows her to be his partner, and that he listens to her advice because she happens to be a wise person in his orbit - and also that Ned is exceptional for giving so much power to a woman, because in the world of ASOIAF, it takes an especially good man to do this. In GRRM's view of the medieval world, realpolitik and the accumulation of power are the most important things, so men in Westeros are extremely unlikely to give up any authority to their wives, even though this is historically inaccurate.

Cersei, on the other hand, is supposed to be a more realistic depiction of what would happen to an ambitious medieval woman. There's a chapter titled "Queen of Sad Mischance: Medievalism, “Realism,” and the Case of Cersei Lannister" in the book I've rec'd, and it deals with why this is problematic extremely well. (This is the source of the quote at the top of this post.) In it, Kavita Mudan Finn argues that Cersei embodies pretty much every medieval trope for the illegitimate wielding of power by a woman. She underhandedly gets people killed for opposing her, she seduces men into doing her bidding, she advances her family's interests and her own at the expense of the realm. She's made sympathetic through fannish interpretation and Lena Headey's performance, but in the text she's an evil woman doing evil things. Even when she gets to be regent for her son - a completely legitimate historical position that allowed women to handle the levers of power almost exactly like a king - she continues to do shitty things and not be taken seriously because she's just not good at ruling.

But even before then, from a medieval perspective she had access to completely legitimate power that she didn't use: she'd have had estates giving her a large personal income, religious establishments to patronize (giving her a good reputation as a pious woman and people she'd put in high positions being personally loyal to her), artists and writers to patronize as well, power over her household, men around her listening to her counsel. That she doesn't have that is a reflection of GRRM either deciding these things don't really exist in Westeros in order to make it a worse world than medieval Europe and justify Cersei feeling she had to use underhanded means of power, or not knowing that they were ordinary and unexceptional because he has a good working knowledge of the politics of the Wars of the Roses but little to no knowledge of social history beyond pop culture osmosis, and, imo, little to no interest in actual power dynamics.

There are a lot of books I'd recommend on this subject. There's a series from Palgrave Macmillan called "Queenship and Power" and nearly all the books in it are THE BEST. Theresa Earenfight's Queenship in Medieval Europe is a very readable introduction to the situations of queens in European societies across the continent. She also has a book, Women and Wealth in Late Medieval Europe, that also addresses non-royal women's power. I'm also a huge fan of English Aristocratic Women, 1450-1550: Marriage and Family, Property and Careers, by Barbara Harris, which really emphasizes the "career" aspect of women's lives as administrators and diplomats.

[toxycodone]

Hey Toxy! Sorry for the sudden radio silence on asks from me, but I got nasty icky sick.

Any quick thoughts on the Touden Party (post Falin being revived) with a gn!reader or fem!reader who got sick (stomach bug or flu is okay with me)?

Thank you again! Love your blog!

-Deer Anon. 🦌❤️

NOOOO OMG...im so sorry to hear that i hate. the flu. I had it in the beginning of this year and when I tell you I was DYING. ugh.

Laios

Probably the most visually affected. Literally says out loud "that's awful!!" when he hears you're sick. Bro is not having it

He's not squeamish, so he volunteers to check on you (along with Falin, theyre a duo).

He holds your hair back when you throw up. King

I think he spends a lot of time unintentionally fretting about you. Will you be okay? Getting sick is the worst. He just ultimately feels bad.

I think he tries to distract you by reading or trying to play games. The others have to keep him from you because he's so eager to just hang out and doesn't really think about the reality that hey. you have something infectious!!

Falin

She's genuinely an unbothered queen in the best way possible. Because she doesn't freak out or anything. Falin is just like "okay" and comes up with her game plan

She's good at nursing you back to health but she doesn't overdo it. Falin is really lowkey and honestly an excellent caretaker. She's the one monitoring your temperature and making sure you get enough fluids and she doesn't cringe when you vomit everywhere. Just frowns and gets to cleaning up.

She'll use her magic to help alleviate your symptoms before she goes <3

Marcille

Instantly freaks. Because ew germs and being sick but also like are you gonna be okay?? Marcille wants to like consult every medic in town before Falin reassures her its cool

Marcille makes the best herbal tea for you...since Falin has you covered with the magic, Marcille focuses on her home remedies and such.

SHE WOULD DO YOUR HAIR. It's an act of love. Usually people don't think about that but having icky hair when you're sick is the worst and Marcille won't have it.

Chilchuck

Oh I know he's immediately thinking of a lecture. He wants to go to you and tell you about how he told you so and you shouldn't have pushed yourself

But when he sees you he just sighs. You look terrible (affectionately) and he just feels super bad. Chil presses his hand to your forehead and tsks and immediately starts doing the mental checklist of what he'd do for his daughters when they were sick

He kinda chides you, but ultimately he settles to change your bedding when it gets too sweaty and make sure you're getting some sort of bath/shower.

He also does that dad thing where he comes into the room and just looks at you when you're sleeping to make sure you're good

Senshi

SENSHI THE GOAT IS MAKING AN IMMACULATE CHICKEN SOUP FROM BONE BROTH HE MADE PREVIOUSLY AND STORED. He is so real.

He doesn't pressure you to eat and just like, makes sure you're at least drinking the broth to get your strength up.

I also like to think he'd attempt to make the Orc medicine he learned while living with them too, just in case. Even small doses of that could hopefully get you feeling better.

But he's helping Chil with the sheets and washing dishes and such. Senshi also stays in the room with you when he has down time during the day and will read you pa

Izutsumi

Eh...do not expect much from her. But she assists the others in the background. Mainly by helping Senshi or Chilchuck take care of you.

She could probably tell you were sick like the day before and avoided you or mentioned you having a strange smell.

But when she hears you're sick she's like :/ "called it"

When no one else is there she "begrudgingly" sleeps at the foot of your bed. It helps you with the chills but also when you have a fever you're really warm

(She probably also gets sick then you have to help her out since its "your fault" hehe)

[everyshipchild-i-havecreated]

Echo

The first ship kid I had ever created I was still into KillerMare then and while I don’t hate it. It’s not my otp anymore I fluctuate between Kolor and Kist now. Their nickname is Cho. At this time they are 14. They are able to summon a katana like Killer and use several real throwing knives as backup in case their magic stops working. They are able to summon bones and Gaster blasters as well who always have blue Eyelights and Echo likes to decorate their skulls and horns with bows or ribbons. One side of the blaster spills an inky darkness.

They were created when Killer was experimenting with echo flowers and the use of Killer own magic as well as Nightmare with one becoming contaminated by both of their magics instead of just one or the other.

They have pure white bones where only their hands and feet fade to a dark blue grey to black. They have many small Echo Flowers that grow from their bones being a cyan blue that echo flower are usually colored. 

Their voice has an echo effect and it’s like they have many voices when they speak. 

They do not see any of their full siblings a lot they do visits their half siblings that are not related to Nightmare. 

Killer trained them how to fight with many weapons but they usually carry around a Katana with a black sheathe and a echo flower pattern on it they also hide many small knives all on him. They are laced with poison they developed. They are able to duel wield but prefer using only one.

They do not have tentacles or such but they do have a power inherited from Nightmare. 

Because at the time Killer was experimenting with Nightmare emotion sensing magic Echo inherited it they are also able to manipulate their own and others Emotions to a degree and can make illusions based upon their deepest fears and other emotions giving them their worst nightmare or most incredible dream. 

They picked up their Father penchant for Science preferring botany and chemistry. They use this to make their own poisons as well as medicine. They learned to do so from Dust who acted as their mentor.

They enjoy drinking tea maybe because of their Father own liking of the drink. 

They keep different bags full of seeds that are different types of flowers to plant in other universe they work around the universes code and will stay their even if the world is reset.

They can grow echo flowers with their magic that can spy on people by hearing their voices. They have a sort of hive mind with their flowers. Their power is mainly used as a way to get around Core Frisk and relay information to others as necessary.  They do not speak much with Nightmare they generally refer to them as dad not because they are closer but mainly to distinguish between when referring to Killer who they call Father out of respect and manners. They have excellent manners having learned from Father who actually cares about such things. Their hidden trump card is their Gaster blaster dragon it’s different from their other Gaster blasters having more to do with Nightmare then killer. She acts as their protector she looks as if her bones had the texture of a tree lined with silver. She looks more like a western dragon then an eastern dragon. Her bones are black with a slight shine of cyan.

Prefer They/Them pronouns and are Aromantic and Asexual. 

They have a very calm personality they don’t get angry easily and are very polite. They do not like when people are unnecessarily rude. Their intelligent mind can make it hard for them to connect with others easily. They aren’t exactly introverted but more so just anti-social they don’t much see the point of have relationships platonic or romantic with others. 

At: 99

Def: 99

Hp: 99

Exp: 999

Lv: ???

Likes: Flowers, Science, Chemistry, Botany, Gardening, and Playing Violin.

Dislikes: Loud Noises, Idiots, Rude People and Being Looked Down On.

Hobbies: Gardening, Playing Violin, Embroidery and Flower Arranging 

Fav. Food: Undecided 

Fav. Drink: Echo Flower Tea Friends include Drow, Singularity, and Clarity

[7grandmel]

Todays rip: 29/01/2021

Sable's Stickerbush

Season 6 Featured on: siivagunner's highest quality rips: volume

Ripped by eva twin

Alright, I can't help it - I promised I was going to move on from MAGFest, but it has positively infested my mind. Everyone's sets at Chipspace were absolutely incredible, and I believe I've raved enough about them for a lifetime with Mother, Father, TechnoMan alone. Yet there was something quite magical about eva twin's set in particular. She was not only playing her own rips - she was PERFORMING them.

(link to the Twitch VOD of the Chipspace sets)

With a bass in hand and a setlist of rips ready to go, eva twin's 20-minute set of hand-picked rips was one of the most transcendant experiences I've ever had with the SiIvaGunner channel. Maybe it was just a bunch of colliding factors exclusive to my own experience - the live-chat experience, the brand new pair of headphones with an emphasized bass, and the fact that I've only through this blog discovered just how rich of a track record eva twin has with chill, atmospheric yet feel-good rips such as Blessing the Dire, Dire Rains and Mii Favorite Things. Both of these were covered here on the blog before being featured on the Chipspace set, and eva twin was one of the first rippers that I was made aware of having read the blog to begin with, even way back in June and July. I can't help but feel a little touched to think that I may have, through this blog and the word I spread on here, influenced eva twin to chose those two rips in particular for her set. Be that the case or not, I feel obligated to return the favor by covering a third rip from this set - Sable's Stickerbush.

Out of all the rips from the set - at least, the ones I haven't covered yet - I think Sable's Stickerbush mainly just sticks out because I hadn't ever heard it. Sable is a game that sits firmly in my backlog of "it looks interesting I guess"-kinds of games, and with less than 10K views on its YouTube upload Sable's Stickerbush was bound to be a rip I forgot about quite quickly. Yet the absolute vibe captured through using what's perhaps the oldest yet most effective trick in the book - Stickerbush Symphony of Stickerbrush State of Mind (and so many more) fame. Yet paired with the instrumentation and hauntingly beautiful vocals of Sable's Glider theme, it somehow manages to play second fiddle in terms of melody in a way it typically really doesn't do in rips - despite never having heard it before, Glider by Japanese Breakfast captured my imagination right away upon hearing it.

I'll no longer get to have the experience of hearing Glider for the first time within the Sable game itself, yet I can't find it in me to be mad whatsoever when the experience I had listening to Sable's Stickerbush for the first time was just as magical. Even without eva twin's bass performance from Chipspace, the rip stands as an absolutely magical combination of two pitch-perfect sources, a true expression of love toward Sable and its small yet devoted fanbase. And, of course, nothing but another feather in eva twin's cap of excellent sound.

[theenpcbracket]

The TTRPG NPC Tournament Round 2: HE vs. Hellen Highwater

Images are in the order of the poll! Image ID included, click to see the full image please!

After last round, I wanted to add a clarification to this round. This poll is NOT related to the tumblr user hellenhighwater. The Hellen Highwater in this poll is a unique character and not intended as a representation of the tumblr user of the same name. Please vote for the excellent characters described here! Thank you!

More about each NPC below the cut!

Character 1

Name: HE Party: The Misdemeanor Mateys Relationship to party: Businessman, aggravating party stalker, final boss

What makes them the best NPC: Mysterious tiny man with static for a head, and the loudest screechiest voice you can imagine (DM once blew out their vocal chords because of him). Levitates and teleports at will, and can pop objects in and out of existence. Runs a business granting magical favors. Originally tried to hire the party to help his business but the group said "fuck no". Now regularly pops in to nag, cause trouble, or play meme songs on a calliope, and occasionally provides useful information. HE controls an alternate dimension called the Mercantile Pile full of items from different times and places, including lots of modern-day technology (unlike the D&D campaign setting). He can be summoned by writing out his name. His calling card is a 7 of Spades, which he can also use to influence the world & cast spells remotely. HE mainly wears business suits & suspenders, but has also appeared in a hazmat suit (riding a tricycle), turtleneck sweater and thigh holster, wetsuit with suspenders painted on, sequin jacket with '69' on the back, peacock burlesque, and nurse drag outfit. He once killed 20 guards with a snap of his fingers. He also destroyed a walkman with a flamethrower. Implied to be the father of the ultra-powerful kid whose primary pastime is handing out enchanted "friendship nuggets" [chicken]. His #1 business competitor is Michael's Wonder Emporium. Eventually turns out to be one of the most central characters to the story.

Quote: "STAY OFF MY THRONE!"

"You're going to call me when you need me!"

To learn more about HE, check out the extra propaganda in his tag here!

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Character 2

Name: Hellen Highwater Party: Team Kill Relationship to party: A party member's girlfriend, a party member

What makes them the best NPC: She's very silly and makes so many puns, she's a dragonblood sorcerer whose dad is a copper dragon. For most of her life she could spit acid and thought it was just because of the specific ancestry she had and had no clue it could have been related to her copper-y scales. She was the first person to really get to know the party's resident edgy man. Originally she was supposed to be a minor part of the plot, sending the party letters from her home, but the party and the DM liked her so much she managed to stay in the party.

To learn more about Hellen, check out the extra propaganda in her tag here!

[megashadowdragon]

redraw of emerys son of merlin and gudako

source : www . reddit . com/r/grandorder/comments/199cxqc/redraw_of_emerys_son_of_merlin_and_gudako/

original bio:

Gudako X Merlin: Son

Name: Emerys

Age: 17

Personality:��Annoying to the people who don’t like him, but reliable to his allies. Emerys is a smooth talker who can worm his way out of almost any situation with just his words alone. To the unaware, his words and logic make sense, making him win almost any argument, but to those as smart as him, he is a sly fox who they know from the start not to engage with a verbal debate with. While he is no stranger to a fight, he prefers to avoid combat if possible. Mainly due to the fact he would rather avoid pain. This however comes into conflict as he can’t help but rile people up. He also likes to do things that are cool and not exactly practical.

Other Stuff: Born due to Merlin having fun aka [REDACTED] with Gudako . He specializes in elemental and dream magecraft. Using several staffs that he plagiarized made himself. Because he is a smooth talker, he is better at High-Speed Incantation than his father, this is useful when his is running from someone and he needs to cast a spell quickly in order to escape. Speaking of which, running is the one practical thing he excels at. While Myriam is someone who prefers to teleport away and get herself immediately out of danger, Emerys will simply outrun his chasers. As he enjoys the feeling of leaving them in the dust. This has worked 70% of the times he was running from someone.

Bio: Of the many children of the Fujimaru family. There are six the stand out as being a special case due to their relationships with each other, or more specifically, the parents and their connection to the Land of Paradise and Hope. The two children of Morgan: Timothy and Calisto, the two children of Castoria: Cayde and Alina, and finally, the kids of both the male and female Merlin. Through this loose connection, they are known as the “Children of Avalon”.

With the birth of Emerys, the power balance settled. With one boy and girl for each “person” associated with Avalon. Naturally, alliances and relationships vary. And on a spectrum of responsible to troublemaking, the Morgan kids occupy one end, the Castoria kids occupy the other, with the Merlin kids somewhere in the middle.

When compared to his “sister”/cousin Myriam, Emerys is a natural strategist with a diverse set of skills that makes him unpredictable. Meanwhile, Myriam has untapped leadership potential and more powerful magic circuits, she has less ways to use them. Emerys on the other hand is an all around who uses elemental magecraft as well as dream magic that he learned from his father.

Emerys likes to accessorize, to an often unnecessary degree. He carries things in his coat that he generally does not need, from things like mystic codes, to a small magnet. The most obvious example of this is him owning multiple staffs. Rather than use a single staff for all his spell casting, he has around 6 that corresponds to a specific element or magecraft. But since he can’t carry them all at once, he had a special vault made where he keeps them, and has the ability to send the specific staff he needs anytime he calls.

However, once it was learned that his staffs he made were all just ripoffs of one that already existed. The owners fo the originals were less flattered by these imitations and more slighted by them.

There is a reason why Da Vinci won’t allow him in her workshop.

Quotes:

“I must warn you, I have developed a secret technique, one that was passed down from father to son. A skill that is brilliant in scope, and highly effective in execution. And its name is-”

“You like my staffs? They’re totally original BTW.”

“They say my smile is worth a thousand words, all I have to do is speak and I have already won this conversation.”

Relationships:

Father: Father is father. I learned some of my best tricks from him.

Mother: Mother will never admit it, but she gets so flustered around dad, I bet that even without Incubus blood, he could have seduced her in seconds.

Carina: My closest friend and family member. Sure her ego is through the roof, but I can’t call her out since I have one as well. I’m confident in saying we’d make the most powerful sibling duo in our entire family, in theory anyway.

Myriam: We often joke that we are genderflipped versions of each other. Heck we even tried disguising as one another with illusions to see who could keep up appearances the longest.

Calisto: She considers herself Myriam’s arch-nemesis. And I can agree with that statement, those two are gonna be very close as sisters growing up. Just in a different way.

Timothy: Do I consider him my rival? Maybe, if he was anywhere near as good as me….whats that? He’s standing right behind me?

Cayde: He tries so hard at being a ladies' man, he often wishes he had my smooth voice. Although that might be more trouble than its worth if he had my way of speaking

Alina: Why is so serious all the time, I get having Calisto for a sister is rough, but its not the worst thing in the world.

Lavender: I once tried to borrow her staff, but then I remember her mom is a vengeful Goddess who doesn’t like people messing with her kids.

Finn: He made me an offer to make high-quality unique staffs if I did some favors for him. Just what were they? Sorry, the clause in the contract says I can’t tell.

What people think about him:

Da Vinci: I started copyrighting all my stuff once I saw his newest “staff”.

Morgan: *Statement removed due to overuse of vulgar language and insults*

Miles: He can run fast, thats for sure

Carina: He may not be a child of my father, but if anyone says he is only half my brother, I will paralyze them for a whole day. He is the greatest brother I could ask for!

Timothy: I heard you were talking %$#@ about me.

Victoria: There is a reason why Myriam is the court mage and not him.

Duran: I honestly wished big sis made him the court mage, he makes the best jokes.

[lunarbard]

This week I started making some sample characters for my 2d6 heartbreaker ttrpg. Very much aiming for a classic heroic fantasy in vibe.

The thing you need to understand about me before I get into this is I love in-fiction inventory systems and despise abstractions like usage dice or, shivering even thinking about it, no inventory at all. Like, every description I write for a new D&D PC details every important piece of gear they have and where/how they are carrying it.

I've been whittling away at my current draft for over a month now, and while it's felt nice and clean I've been running out of steam recently trying to flesh out the last details I need to (and procrastinating on writing my procedures section, although that more so exists to make me codify my approaches since this is mainly a personal project).

So I decided to shift gears to making characters. I'm trying to make my system light and approachable, so I decided to design these as if I were to run this for my extended family this Christmas (which isn't entirely out of the question; I ran the 5e starter set for my cousin & uncles a few years ago, and my aunts joined in when we played the D&D dungeon board games the year after). That means these characters are designed to be used immediately at the table, rather than twiddling with numbers & formulas in an excel sheet (which has killed my previous efforts before). So I decided to draft up something notecard sized in google drawings:

(The whole "dwarf fighter, neutral good" thing is purely flavor meant to give a vibe, keeping in mind that my dad has an AD&D background. There is no mechanical impact from them)

Just the process of statting out some characters to fit archetypes people might be expecting (since there' are no classes or playbooks, and everyone uses magic) was incredible for helping me shape how these characters should work; it even got me to add an attribute (originally I just had Finesse, which got broken out into Dexterity for stealth, thievery, sleight of hand, etc. and Focus for perception and aim) and the memory stat, which is increased by Wisdom (though memory is just used because people will recognize it; it's more so about how much you can tune your spirit so it can properly channel the prepared spells).

And the memory stat is where this came together, really. Because it gave me a reason to make spellbooks important (as the place you consult to prepare new spells), and since max load is low (with -1 strength you have a max load of 10 bulk; adventuring gear takes up 6) those take up space. That got me thinking on how much space a spellbook should really has, and I figured a book worth 1 bulk can hold maybe 12 spells worth of notes.

The mage starts with 10 of those filled, with the expectation more spells can be discovered on adventure. And she can't carry anything else in her inventory without being encumbered. Plus, gaining more magical power largely requires carrying basically arcane batteries (magical staves, crystals, etc) or making pacts with spirits.

So if you're focusing on maximizing your magic, your inventory is going to matter a lot; you'll probably need to spend treasure just on new spellbooks, ink, and flux materials to consolidate spellbooks for certain purposes, so you can pick which spellbooks you want for which purposes.

But how is an aspiring mage going to carry that treasure? They'll probably need to make bargains with the other party members to carry their share, or make sacrifices of basic adventuring gear to make room.

It says a lot about me that this is what has gotten me the most excited about finishing up my design so I can finally start running it.

[beevean]

eeeeeee thank you🥰

Ah, I love Sarabande of Healing so much! It's my favorite shop theme in the series, and one of the highlights of the game's excellent OST! And I'm glad you mentioned why it's such a powerful track and why it fits her little cottage so well!

What a great way to convey that Julia is more than just a coy ally, and how Hector gets to know her better beyond her superficial appearance. No wonder Vampire Survivors gave us this majestic symphonic rock remix for the credits <3

I really think the rocking chair you find in her shop is the perfect encapsulation of the kind of person that she is.

But yeah, you nailed everything about her, especially her self-neglecting tendencies. I think that rewatching her first cutscene with the knowledge that she's related to Isaac makes her dialogue... much more uncomfortable. Hector is like "yes, I am Isaac's enemy, I want to kill him with my bare hands >:(", and Julia has to force a smile and be all "okay, then I will help you [killing the only family I have because he has become a danger and it's up to me to fix this] :)", and clearly had no intention of revealing the truth until it slipped. She chose to aide Hector and ask him to, at worst, mercy kill Isaac because what little she knows of him is that her brother respected him: it's still all in his honor. And, of course, the way she briefly mourns Isaac after his death, how he could not be saved from the Curse, but the moment Hector attempts to comfort her she swallows everything down and it's all smiles and rousing speeches. girl. girl you can cry. hector understands what you're going through.

In a world (the series) full of kind caretakers, it's so fascinating that Julia shows us the uglier side of such an attitude. Rosaly was already so naive that it's implied people took advantage of her and considered her stupid, but our girl here deserves a break and to be reassured she can be more selfish :(

And there's so much room for headcanons! I do find curious that Isaac is said to descend from a line of powerful dark sorcerers: is Julia as well? But her spells are mainly healing and positive in nature. Did she reject her family creed, while Isaac built on his dark magic? Or, Julia is a whopping six years younger than Isaac. What does it mean for her to be (or feel like she has to be) her older brother's caretaker, feeling so responsible for his very life and actions, while he's rotting in pure hatred and shying away from every helping hand? Argh, it's all so just.

also "I view Isaac as a character who isn’t really meant for this world" okay but next time just stab me :')

I'm curious! You once made a great post about why you love Isaac so much, but why do you love Julia as much? :3 I agree that she is super underrated and more fascinating than most give her credit for, especially in the way she hides her feelings. In Yamane's words, she is "forced to bear the fate of her brother, yet she's the one healing Hector"

Aaaah! It’s a bit hard to articulate but I’ll try, there’s a lot of reasons!

First of all I just adore her design. It would be so easy for her to slip between the cracks with the rest of the Kojima Blondes (said lovingly), but the vibrant rich colours in her palette and her more mature looking face make her look so distinguished and regal, she’s just got an air about her.

In regards to her actual character I really enjoy the bright spot she provides in the midst of everything, with all the characters being at each others throats throughout most of the story it always feels like a relief when she shows up. But even as a ‘bright spot’ she still has some darker qualities that I think about a lot.

Her shop is my favourite location in the game because it just radiates calm and safety, but there’s still an edge that throws things off kilter. Her theme descends from airy and light to melancholic and never quite gets back up there, it’s like you can feel a mask slipping the longer you spend time in her house. Her bookshelves are littered with skulls, she’s always fully stocked with weapons, she’s a caretaker not for animals but for demons from Hell. she’s a healer, yes, but she’s still a witch, what magic is she capable of that you don’t see? This little one-room location does more to characterize Julia for me than any of her actual dialogue (after all, in those scenes we’re just seeing her as she presents herself to Hector, and even then there are a couple moments where she slips and her frustration with him comes out).

Of course I also have to mention Isaac and her relationship with him. I don’t wanna get too far into headcanon, so I’ll just say that the sister of such a destructive person being a healer is very interesting, and it makes a sad sort of sense. While I’m absolutely certain that they love each other, Isaac isn’t really a healthy person for Julia.

I read Yamane’s quote of ‘forced to bear her brother’s fate’ in a couple of different ways, other than the obvious ‘she’s going through a lot emotionally but she’s focused on healing Hector’. First of all, Julia does sort of bear responsibility for Isaac’s actions, at least in her own mind. Every second trying to keep him alive is enabling him to fuck things up for other people. (I think it was you that mentioned how she sounds guilty when explaining that Isaac almost killed Trevor, and that tracks with this idea). But also, I read it as her giving herself the responsibility of protecting Isaac from his fate.

I view Isaac as a character who, well, isn’t really meant for this world. He wasn’t ever going to live very long, and that’s part of his tragedy. And part of Julia’s tragedy for me is that she’s trying in vain to prevent that. She’s a healer, if she can’t save her own brother what does that mean for her? It’s like she’s stuck in a perpetual period of mourning while trying to delay the inevitable. I think that Julia has been forced into the role of healing for so long that she’s completely neglected the idea that she needs help too. I see her as sharing Isaac’s self destructive tendencies, it just manifests in a different way, letting yourself slowly and quietly wither vs taking everyone down with you (I mean she threw herself in front of a murderously enraged Hector to stop him from going after Isaac, that’s not exactly practicing self love).

Really I just absolutely love my tragic siblings.

AND I love that despite it all Julia is not defined by her tragedy. Much like the skulls on her bookshelves and the sadness in her music, it’s a part of her that always lingers but never makes up the whole of her. She knows the world to be cruel and she remains kind. She sees pain everywhere and she chooses to heal it. She knows love because she’s full of it and I will always get behind a character like that. And I don’t care what Iga says, in my brain she ends the story leaving the shadow of the mountains and those cursed ruins to heal herself, it’s what she deserves!!

[starryhyuck]

just like magic. (m)

pairing: fuckboy!jaehyun x fuckgirl!reader

words: 4k+

summary: jung jaehyun’s body count is almost as high as yours. however, after yuta spreads a nasty rumor, you learn that jaehyun’s always imagined those girls to be you instead.

genre: fluff, smut

warnings: multiple sex partners, public sex, sex on the roof, multiple orgasms, degradation, wall sex, creampie

Your head rests on the bathroom mirror, inhaling and exhaling loudly as Mingyu finds a wipe to clean you up.

“Ugh. I can’t believe we did it in Bambam’s gross bathroom.”

Mingyu chuckles, the deep sound echoing in the small space. “Please. Don’t act like you’re so disgusted now.” You roll your eyes at his comment while he cleans the cum smeared on the inside of your thighs. “Besides, it’s not like you were having fun at the party anyways.”

You shrug and jump down from the sink, straightening out your skirt and trying to look somewhat presentable.

“True,” you murmur, fixing your hair in the mirror. “Jungkook couldn’t come tonight so it was way easier to find you.”

He scoffs. “As if Jungkook could fuck you better than me.”

You laugh and find the lipgloss sitting at the bottom of your bag. “Oh, he can. He’s not a little gym rat for nothing, you know.”

Mingyu huffs, leaning down to pull your panties back up and straightening your skirt. This scene isn’t unfamiliar to the both of you, although doing it in Bambam’s bathroom certainly was. You’re pretty sure Bambam smoked a shit ton of weed before his party started, and Mingyu opens the bathroom window to release some of the odor.

“See you in 104. Did you finish the extra credit paper already?”

You shook your head, opening the bathroom door and hearing the lively party continue downstairs.

“Nope, not planning to,” you give him one last kiss on the cheek. “Nice fuck, Gyu. Tell Jungkook to show up next time.”

He rolls his eyes again and you two depart, almost toppling over as you bump into Jung Jaehyun on the stairs. His arm quickly slides around your waist to prevent you from falling. He smiles at you.

“How was Mingyu?”

“How was Jennie?”

He chuckles. “Good. As always. You really have to start expanding your little black book. Mingyu and Jungkook aren’t always going to be around, you know.”

You raise an eyebrow and step away from him, shooing his arm away from you. “You don’t think I have backups, silly? Doyoung is at my beck and call, I assure you.”

He smirks, raising his red solo cup to you. “If you ever need me.”

You dismiss him, walking down the stairway of Bambam and Yugyeom’s place. You and Jaehyun had always been similar in many ways, especially in the way you ‘connect’ with other people. If you two ever had a body count competition, it would surely have Johnny’s head spinning all night at the numbers. You never fucked Jaehyun, however, simply because you had no desire to. You’ve known Jaehyun for as long as you’ve known Mingyu, but the only personality trait you’ve ever deducted from Jaehyun was that he’s excellent in bed.

That, and the fact that during your first year of college, Yuta spread some rumor that Jaehyun masturbates to the thought of you.

No big deal.

You find Minghao and Sicheng speaking in the kitchen, and you whine when you clutch Minghao’s arm.

“I’m tired, Hao.”

“You leave us to go fuck Mingyu for a hour and now you want to go home?”

You can hear the condescending tone in Minghao’s voice and you do your best to ignore it. You offer him your best toothy grin. “Come on, designated driver. You’re not even doing anything remotely fun!”

“Hey!” Sicheng interjects. “We were actually just talking.”

You lean over to pinch his cheeks and Sicheng nearly growls at you.

“You’re cute, but you and Minghao talk all the time. Nothing new. Plus, all of us are roommates, dumbass! We could talk at home any time we want to.”

“Fine, fine,” Minghao concedes, laying his cup down on the kitchen counter. You ignore the fact that Yugyeom’s tongue is shoved down some girl’s throat only five feet away from all of you. “Did you already clean yourself up? I don’t want any of Mingyu’s germs in my car.”

“Are we sure it was Mingyu?” Sicheng counters. “It could’ve been Jungkook or Doyoung or Wonwoo or Jinyoung or-“

“Alright, alright,” you glare at him. “And yes, it was Mingyu. He already cleaned me up so you won’t get any Gyu germs.”

“Good.”

Minghao still has trouble trusting you after that one time you wore a skirt with no panties and let Kun’s cum spill all over Minghao’s front seat. Sicheng is still extremely traumatized from the situation.

You exit the house party with your roommates, almost stopping at the sight of Kunhang looking like a fucking dream near the speakers-

“Come on, you horny asshole,” Sicheng grunts, pushing you out the door.

—

“Did you hear the news?”

Your eyes flutter at the sight of Nakamoto Yuta, who is leaning over your desk, smiling. You sigh and decide to entertain him.

“What is it now, Yuta?”

“A little birdy told me that a certain Jung Jaehyun has fallen for Mingyu’s girl,” Yuta’s smirk widens when you furrow your eyebrows.

“Mingyu has a girlfriend?”

He huffs. “You, dumbass.”

You giggle at the thought of dating Mingyu and roll your eyes. “You’re full of shit, Nakamoto.”

He stands straight, his figure towering over you. You peek your head out to see if the lecture has started yet so Yuta can get the fuck away from you.

“Then why did I hear Jaehyun calling your name when he was getting his dick wet this morning?”

The accusation has your eyebrows raising. You barely know Jaehyun, only from fleeting stories from Mingyu and Jungkook. You also know that Yuta’s always full of shit, spreading rumors about various people just because he can.

“Get your head out of your ass, Yuta.”

He laughs at your dismissive nature, leaning in again. There’s a troublesome glint in his eyes.

“And what if I told you Mingyu said Jaehyun’s loved you since you were five?”

You challenge him. “I would say that the cum in Miyeon’s panties say otherwise.”

He smiles and steps back when the professor finally enters the room.

“Whatever you want to believe.”

That conversation with Yuta was three years ago. He’s graduated long since, but the rumor about Jaehyun still pops up here and there. Jaehyun never addressed it with you, and when you asked Mingyu about it once, he just laughed.

“A lot of guys on campus jack off to the thought of you. Are you surprised?”

You think about the memory as you watch Soojin straddle Jaehyun, her hair falling over the side of her face as she leans in to kiss him. The rest of the party ignores them, mainly focused on how Bambam is nearly toppling over trying to do a keg stand.

A hand slides around your waist and you feel someone’s lips attach to your neck.

“Gyu told me you were looking for me the other day,” Jungkook murmurs lowly in your ear. “Did you miss me?”

You smile when you feel his fingers inch closer to your breast, hands roaming all over your body.

“Yes. Your absence made me fuck Mingyu in Bambam’s germ-covered bathroom.”

He chuckles lowly, and the sound shoots straight to your core.

“I’m here now, baby. I’ll take care of you.”

Your eyes drift upwards again, startled to find Jaehyun already gazing at you. Soojin’s sucking at his neck, but his eyes are locked on you, watching the way Jungkook paws at your breast.

Yuta’s voice rings in your ears. Jaehyun’s loved you since you were five.

You push the thought away as Jungkook’s mouth envelops yours. Jaehyun couldn’t love you, Yuta was just full of shit.

—

“You’re late.”

You narrow your eyes at Mingyu, who brushes off the time. He promised to meet up with you yesterday to finish your project for 104 and give you a quick lunch time fuck. You’re a little disheartened to see he’s tugged Doyoung and Jaehyun along.

“Don’t be so upset, frowning doesn’t look good on you,” Mingyu teases, sliding in the chair across from you. Doyoung sits next to him, and Jaehyun awkwardly takes the spot next to you. “We were just playing a little basketball outside. The time slipped my mind.”

“Well, I guess it slips my mind that I’m supposed to fuck you before your next class.”

Doyoung laughs and seizes the opportunity. “I, on the other hand, never promised anything and my schedule is conveniently free for the whole day.” He winks at you, his gums showing brightly as he smiles.

You smirk when Mingyu elbows him in the side. Jaehyun is oddly quiet and you turn to face him while Mingyu hisses at Doyoung.

“I saw you and Soojin getting it on last weekend. How was it?”

He smiles tightly. “Good, as always. Jungkook per usual?”

You nod. “The little gym rat won’t stop exercising. He was talking to me about his routine all night. I almost just got myself off instead.”

Something flickers in Jaehyun’s gaze, and it’s gone so quickly that you might’ve missed it.

“I can’t imagine why that would be preferred, especially when you have most of the male population lining up to get a taste of you.”

There’s a hidden implication in his words, and you take the chance.

“Are you part of that male population?”

He smirks at your question. Before he has a chance to answer, Mingyu’s voice fills your ears again.

“Anyways, my dorm is free and I can afford to miss my next class. Wanna head up? Promise I’ll go down on you as an apology.”

You scoff at Mingyu’s half-assed proposal, and stand to leave. “I’ll pass. Get a watch next time if you want your dick wet. I’m assuming you’re going to finish most of our project since I was waiting here for over a hour.”

Mingyu frowns. “But-“

“But?” You say, raising an eyebrow.

His shoulders slump. “Fine. I’ll finish the damn project.”

You lean over to pinch his cheeks. “Good Mingyu. I’ll see all of you at Minghao’s birthday bash.”

You depart without another word, ignoring the burn of Jaehyun’s stare. When you arrive back to your apartment, Minghao is organizing his wine cabinet while Sicheng talks to Tzuyu at the kitchen counter. You sigh and throw your bag across the island.

“Boys are dumb.”

Tzuyu laughs. “Did Mingyu forget what time it is again?”

“As always,” you confirm, searching for anything consumable in your fridge. As expected, no one’s gone grocery shopping in a week. Guess you’ll have to raid Wonwoo’s apartment tonight.

Sicheng huffs. “Good. I don’t need you getting any more Mingyu germs before Minghao’s party tomorrow.”

“And what does Hao’s party have anything to do with me getting laid?” Sicheng rolls his eyes at your question, and you smile sweetly at him. You decide to favor the leftover pieces of ham sitting at the back of the fridge. “Tzuyu, back me up here. Didn’t you have a good time with Jaehyun two weeks ago?”

Tzuyu’s cheeks flush as she recalls what you’re referring to. At Jungwoo’s party, she and Jaehyun were practically fucking each other in the middle of the living room.

“I guess. He was weird about some things.”

You frown, removing the lid off of the container and shoving a piece of ham in your mouth. “Like what?”

She looks embarrassed to be talking about such intimate things in front of Sicheng, but your roommate is unbothered. He’s heard enough of your escapades to be unfazed by any mentions of sex.

“He didn’t want to look at me when we did it. He told me I had to face the pillow or else he couldn’t cum that way.”

You shrug. “So he likes it from behind. Nothing too weird about that. Which way do you prefer, Sicheng?”

He glares at you. “None of your business.”

You giggle at how cute he is before Tzuyu continues. “I mean, it wasn’t just that. He didn’t really like it when I made noises. I had to be as quiet as possible.”

“Ugh, that’s fucked. Guys can grunt in the nastiest ways possible but they hate it when we make an ounce of noise. I hope you’re not that way, Sicheng.”

His glare burns. “None. Of. Your. Business.”

“Yeah, it was weird. He’s really good in bed though.”

You chuckle. “I would hope so. Anyways, who’s on the guest list for tomorrow night?”

Sicheng sighs, and you wonder if he thinks about moving out and living with a less horny roommate.

“Basically anyone you’ve fucked before since you’ve slept with all of Hao’s friends.”

You frown. “That’s not fun. I like someone new once in a while.”

“No funny business at Minghao’s party, I mean it. We can’t be cutting his cake while you’re getting railed in your room.”

You boop his nose. “No promises.”

—

Sicheng’s done this on purpose.

All of the men at Minghao’s party have flocked away from you, like Sicheng sent them all a mass text before the party started or something. You tried to slide up to Mingyu but then he was quickly taking the offer to do body shots with someone else. It’s as if you would bite all their dicks off with the way they’re running from you.

It’s the middle of the party when you grow tired of hearing Jieqiong’s banter with Jun.

You step out of the apartment for a few minutes and head up to the roof, arms wrapping around yourself to shield from the cold. You know you should’ve went to Wonwoo yesterday, especially since Sicheng has apparently made it a no fuck zone for tonight.

You jump when you feel a jacket moving over your shoulders. You’re even more startled to see Jaehyun next to you.

“Oh, hey. When did you get here?”

He smiles, and it hurts your eyes a little by how pretty he is.

“About a hour ago. I’m not surprised you didn’t notice, considering I could feel your rage from five feet away.”

You laugh dryly. “Did Sicheng send you a text too?”

“No, but Mingyu told me about it. I assume he only sent it to the guys you’ve slept with before.”

You nod. “Yeah, probably. I’m off limits to all males tonight.”

The two of you stand together in silence, gazing out at the view of your city. You’ve never felt an urge to get an answer from Jaehyun before about Yuta’s rumor, but now that he’s here, it’s all you can think about.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.”

“Why didn’t you say anything about the rumor Yuta spread around in freshman year?”

His back stiffens. The seconds pass in a deafening thump, and you’re starting to feel like you shouldn’t have brought it up.

He finally sighs. “How long have we known each other?”

You blink. Did he really have to respond to a question with another question?

You think back to when you first met Jaehyun and Mingyu. You were only five then, and you screamed in the middle of the classroom because Mingyu had spilled paint all over the front of your shirt. You remember Jaehyun handing you a wipe to clean yourself up, ears bright red.

You grin at the memory. “Since I found out Mingyu was the clumsiest kid on earth.”

He chuckles. “You never really saw it, did you?”

“Saw what?”

You’re even more confused by Jaehyun’s vague ass answers. He averts his gaze from you, and you suddenly feel a lot colder on this rooftop.

“How much I liked you.”

The statement causes you to freeze. So Yuta was right - Jung Jaehyun has loved you since you were five. Still, it doesn’t make any sense. You’ve been fucking Mingyu since high school and Jaehyun never seemed bothered by it, considering he and Mingyu were still best friends. In fact, you’ve been in bed with most of his friend group and he’s never said a word about it. His friends never even mention his liking for you, so you have to assume that they don’t know of it either.

As if he could sense your rampant thoughts running wild, he squashes them.

“I thought you loved Mingyu. I thought that when the two of you first started sleeping together, it would develop into something more. It’s why I never said anything to him. He knew, but I’m sure he thought I didn’t mind.”

You’re baffled. You don’t even know how to respond to this newfound information. Maybe you should’ve stayed downstairs at the party.

“Mingyu is an asshole,” you finally conclude. Jaehyun’s shoulders relax when you speak. “And so am I. I swear, I didn’t know, Jaehyun. I would’ve-“

“You would’ve stopped seeing Mingyu? And Jungkook? And Doyoung, and Wonwoo, and-“

“Okay, okay,” you raise a hand up to stop him before glaring. “You’re not entirely innocent either. I’m friends with most of the girls you’ve slept with too.”

His eyes darken. “And have you asked them what it’s like to be with me? How I have to turn them over and imagine it’s you before I can get hard? How I have to keep them quiet because their moans are too loud or simply because it doesn’t sound like you?” How-“

“Jaehyun,” you whisper, feeling like the wind has gotten knocked out of your chest. You’re also trying to ignore the wetness that’s pooled in your underwear. “Are you saying-“

“I’m saying that I’ve been running circles around you since we were five and you’ve never noticed. I’ve had to hear countless nights of Mingyu and Jungkook talking about how sweet your pussy is when they slide into you. How pretty you are when you’re stuffing their cocks far down your throat. How you let them take you anywhere, any time, because you enjoy it as much as they do.”

You swallow. He’s inches away from you now, hands dancing around your waist carefully. You quickly check the time.

One hour before Minghao cuts his cake. That should be enough.

You grab the fabric of Jaehyun’s shirt, pulling him to you as his lips crash into yours. He grunts, gripping your sides and pressing you against the railing. Your eyes glance down briefly to see how high up you two are.

“Drop me and I’ll kill you.”

He laughs, chasing you again and quickly moving to undress you. You ignore the goosebumps rising on your arms when Jaehyun nips at your neck, fingers dipping into your panties. “So pretty,” he murmurs, licking a stripe across your collarbones. You moan when he slides a finger into your heat. “That’s it, baby. Sound so fucking good.”

He slips another finger in, basking in the glory of your moans. “We have to hurry,” you mumble breathily. “Sicheng will come looking if he knows I’m gone for too long. It’s like he can sense when I’m fucking someone.”

Jaehyun laughs, moving back up to kiss you. “He can watch if he wants to then.”

“I wanna-“ you gasp when he curls his fingers. “I wanna suck you off.”

“Fuck,” he hisses. He’s fingering you faster now, and you can hear the squelch of your wetness fill the air. You gasp, desperately holding onto his forearm. “I’ll fuck your mouth next time, I promise. I need to see you cum now.”

You unravel in no time, moaning loudly as you fall apart on Jaehyun’s fingers. He coaxes you through your orgasm, murmuring praises in your ear. You whimper when he pulls away from you, licking up the remaining essence on his fingers.

“Jaehyun,” you say frantically, pawing at him. “I need you inside me.”

You turn over so that your back is facing him, and you think he’s about to slide your underwear down but instead, he swivels you around.

“Need to see you,” he whispers. “Jump.”

You do as he says, wrapping your legs around his waist and kissing him with much more fervor. You moan when his hands grip your sides roughly, pressing you against the concrete. You sit on the ledge of the rooftop, trying to ignore the genuine fear of falling.

He’s quickly shoving his jeans down his thighs and you whimper.

“Hurry, Jae.”

“Fuck, baby. I’m here, I’m right here,” he hisses, pulling out his cock and giving it a few strokes. Your eyes widen at the size — he was surely bigger and thicker than Mingyu or Jungkook. He chuckles at your stare, as if he knows exactly what you’re thinking. “Bigger than what you normally have?”

You narrow your eyes. “Don’t tell me you idiots had a dick measuring contest.”

He shrugs. “Maybe.”

Then, he’s pushing your panties to the side and sliding into you. You gasp, his fingers roughly gripping you in place to make sure you don’t fall. He doesn’t wait for you to adjust, thrusting rapidly as soon as he feels you.

“Good little slut,” he grunts. “So pretty and pliant for me. Is my cock too big for you to take, baby?”

“You’re gonna fucking,” you pant, whining when his cock hits you deeper. “You’re gonna fucking split me in half, asshole.”

He grins mischievously. “That’s the goal.”

You’re so lost in the feeling of him that the both of you fail to hear the door to the rooftop open. You’re startled when Sicheng’s voice booms in the air.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me! We haven’t even cut the cake yet!”

“Sicheng, I-“ you shamelessly whimper when Jaehyun hits your sweet spot, not slowing down in the slightest despite Sicheng watching. “W-We’ll be d-down before Hao c-cuts the cake.”

“Horny assholes,” you hear your roommate mutter before the door to the rooftop is closing again.

Jaehyun chortles. “He should’ve sent that text to me too if he was so concerned.”

“Fuck him,” you groan. “And fuck me harder.”

He listens to your command, pushing into you so deep that you almost fall off the ledge. You scream as your upper body dangles off the rooftop, but you can hear Jaehyun’s giggle. Your fear is overtaken by arousal when you realize his cock is hitting you deeper in this position.

“Cum, cum,” you whisper. “I’m cumming.”

He groans when you tighten around him, convulsing around his cock. When you recover, he’s hoisting you back up, bringing your chest to his as he carries you. You have no idea where he’s going, but with every step, his cock slides deeper into your soaking cunt.

The door to the rooftop is opening again and you realize you’re in the stairwell.

“Get down, hands on the railing.”

You shakily follow his command, ignoring the wobble of your legs as you grip the metal bars. He’s pushing into you again before you can take a breath.

“I-I thought you needed to see me,” you say, your back turned to him.

“You’re right.”

Then, he’s pushing you against the wall with force and abusing your pussy. You practically scream, clawing at his back while he pounds you into the wall.

“Do you want to know exactly what Yuta heard three years ago?” He groans against your neck. You can barely form coherent sentences, and you’re pretty sure you had another orgasm that you haven’t even revived from. “He heard me desperately fucking my cock into my hand, whimpering your name. All I could imagine that day was the little short dress you wore to Yugyeom’s party, and how Jungkook’s hands were all over you as soon as you stepped through the door. I fucking came so hard that I had to wash my sheets before Mingyu came back to the dorm.”

“Jaehyun, Jaehyun,” you whisper frantically. You’re unraveling again — cumming around his cock while he fucks you hard. “Cum with me. Inside, cum inside. Please, please.”

He grunts lowly. “Yeah? You want my cum? What about the rest of them — how many of them have spilled inside you?”

“I’ll keep it in,” you promise him, just wanting your hole to be filled. “I’ll walk around Hao’s party with your cum dripping down my thighs. How does that sound?”

And he’s groaning, giving one final thrust before he empties inside of you. You gasp at how much cum he has to give you, some of it spilling down your lips and onto the floor.

The both of you are panting lowly, trying to recover from your orgasms. You faintly hear a chorus of people singing Happy Birthday two floors down.

“Fuck, Sicheng’s gonna kill us.”

[messers-moony]

Gone | R.L

Paring: Remus Lupin X Fem!Potter!Reader

Summary: Remus gets extreme deja vu when Harry asks to learn the Patronus charm.

“Come on, James!” Remus exclaimed to the frustrated boy, “You got this. Think of something happy.”

James sighed, “I am!”

“Obviously not.” Sirius retorted, smirking with his arms crossed.

“What’re you thinking of, James?” Y/n asked.

“Hanging out with you guys.”

Remus paced, “What about that summer?”

“Which one?” James retorted.

“The summer where we all hung out at your guys’ place?” Remus recalled, “We all went to that muggle beach and hung out.”

“Maybe…”

“Try it, James.”

The spell was complex. Even for NEWT level students, it was tricky to complete. But just like everything else, Sirius and Remus excelled in doing it. They were always the smarter ones in the group, whether Sirius acted like it or not. The boy was indeed quite brilliant for his age. James almost wanted to blame it on his upbringing.

James sighed and relaxed all his muscles. He was taking a deep breath in and exhaling just as deep, thinking of that particular summer. The summer going into their sixth year. Sirius was splashing around in the ocean. Remus was reading a book with Y/n sleeping on his chest beneath the thing they called an umbrella. Lily was lying beside him with Marlene, talking up a storm.

He raised his wand and muttered the incantation, “Expecto Patronum.”

Silver streams began to form from his wand. It took a minute before it developed a true corporeal Patronus. Y/n gasped and smiled brightly. Sirius was smirked victoriously, and Remus was smiling. James had done it. After so many days of working at it, James finally did it!

“James, look!”

Expectantly James opened his eyes and saw a silver stag prancing around the room. His eyes could’ve filled with tears at the relief of finally accomplishing the spell. His smile was airy, and weight had just been lifted from his shoulders. Suddenly he felt ten times lighter, as if he was walking on clouds.

“It’s- It’s a stag.”

Sirius snorted, “No shit.”

Remus felt an extreme sense of deja vu when Harry asked him to perform the Patronus charm. He almost wanted to say no. It brought back so many memories of sitting in an empty classroom with his friends all around him as he helped James perform the spell. It took hours and many late nights, but James had finally succeeded.

Harry came in and began to observe the room around him, “You're sure about this, Harry? This is very advanced magic. Well beyond Ordinary Wizarding Level.”

“If Black can fight the Dementors, I need to know how too.”

James and Harry were so similar in many ways. Their stubbornness and their strive to know more. It made Remus stare longer than intended because all he could hear was James’ voice, “Remus, I need to know this!”

“Very well. The spell I'm going to teach you is called the Patronus Charm. Ever hear of it?” Harry shook his head, “A Patronus is a kind of positive force. For the wizard who can conjure one, the Patronus works something like a shield. The Dementor feeds on it instead of him.”

The trunk Remus had in his office began to rattle; he snapped his fingers to bring Harry’s attention back on him, “But in order for it to work, you must think of a memory. And not just any. This memory needs to be a very happy one. And powerful.”

Harry nodded in response, “Got something? Good. Let it fill you up. Lose yourself in it. Then speak the incantation: Expecto Patronum.”

“Without your wand...” Remus added.

“Expecto Patronum...”

Professor Lupin smiled, “Right then. Shall we?”

Harry nodded and raised his wand as Remus began to open the trunk, “Concentrate, Harry. Concentrate...”

Y/n whined, “You aren’t concentrating, James!”

“I am, though!” James spat frustratedly, throwing his wand across the room, “I’m really trying!”

“I don’t get it!” James continued, “How come you can do it perfectly, and I can’t.”

“Because I have a happy memory.” Y/n replied.

James turned, “What’s your memory, huh?”

She and Remus blushed, “Probably best you don’t know.”

The case flung itself opened, “Expecto... Patronum...”

The candles began to flicker as coldness filled the room. Harry started to tremble, staring at the dementor cloaked in its darkness as it continued to get closer to him, “Expecto... Expecto...” His wand clattered to the floor.

“Riddikulus!” Remus shouted, and the Boggart was sent back into the case.

Remus fished through his pocket to grab a chocolate frog and placed it into Harry’s trembling hand, “Quickly.”

Harry took a bite, “That's one nasty Dementor.”

“Boggart, Harry. The real thing would be much, much worse.” Professor Lupin informed, “Just out of interest, what were you thinking of? What memory did you choose?”

“The first time I rode a broom.”

“That's not good enough, Harry. Not nearly.”

“Remus, I promise I’m trying!”

Remus sighed, “I know that, James, but your happy memory isn’t good enough.”

“How is my little sister being born not good enough!”

“Do you even remember it?”

James looked offended, “‘Course I do! It was the day that I learned to love someone more than myself.”

“As touching as that is.” Sirius interjected, “We need a new memory.”

James groaned.

Harry looked toward the window, “There's another. It's not happy exactly. I mean, it is. It's the happiest I've ever felt. But it's... complicated.”

“Is it strong?”

Remus could see Harry’s big green eyes staring back at him, the way Lily used to when she was desperate. It was the same look she gave him, begging to have James ask her out one last time after he claimed on giving up on her. It was the last time he ever saw that look in her eyes.

“Then let's try it.”

He took a deep breath, “Think, Harry, think-“

“Just do it!”

Remus blinked and opened the trunk again. The dementor appeared again. The dry coldness filled the air once more. Harry’s hair began fluttering as the breeze of cold began to hit him. He clenched his jaw staring at the cloaked figure before him.

“Expecto Patronum!”

Despite his trembling, he continued to hold his wand. A silver stream flew from his wand, making a barrier between himself and the dementor. The cloaked figure began to falter, and Harry’s legs felt like Jello. Professor Lupin stood in front of him before removing it once more. The dementor disappears in the case, and Harry lets his arm drop.

Remus stares at him with the same proud look he gave James, “Well done.”

“I think I've had enough. For today.”

The Marauders made their way up to the boy's dormitory. Sirius had fallen upon his bed staring at the ceiling. Remus had pulled Y/n to lay in front of him with his back against the headboard. James flipped face-first onto his bed. He was groaning upon feeling the soft material beneath him.

“I think I've had enough. For today.”

Sirius snickered, “Jokes on you, mate. You have Quidditch practice in an hour.”

“Cancel it.”

“No.” Sirius replied, “We go against Slytherin in just a couple of days. We need this practice.”

James scoffed, “We don’t need it.”

Y/n and Remus chuckled at the bickering boys. Remus knew that in an hour, he’d have to let her go so she could do her duty as Seeker, but he didn’t want to. He wanted to make more happy memories with her, more memories to create a Patronus with. He dug his nose into her hair, breathing in deeply.

If Remus tried hard enough, he could still smell her shampoo or her perfume. He sat on the same stairs Harry had moments ago, watching the night fade slowly. The stars were bright, and he could make out almost every constellation. Sirius and him used to sit in the Astronomy tower together mainly after Sirius got a letter from his parents. So he’d talk about the stars and what they mean.

Pitifully Remus waved his wand, “Expecto Patronum.”

A beautiful silver wolf appeared from the tip of his wand. It jumped around him and looked around cluelessly as if looking for something. Tears filled Remus’ eyes as he stared at the glittering wolf that was slowly disappearing but prancing around the room, looking for its old friend. The beautiful female wolf that used to nuzzle its nose and lick its cheek.

“It’s gone.” Remus croaked, “It’s all gone.”

The wolf had dissipated into thin air and had left a crying Remus sitting on the stairs.

[pyroclastic727]

Is Amity autistic?

In the Owl House fandom, we hear a lot about how Luz is written to be ADHD. Now I would like to present the flipside: Amity is coded as autistic.

Here’s the breakdown.

Amity is touch-averse. “BuT aMiTy ToUcHeS LuZ aLL tHe TiMe” nice try. The key to autistic touch-aversion is only being okay with touch when she initiates it. And that totally matches up with Amity. See, Amity is really happy when she initiates touch with Luz. She’s also cool with it when Luz holds her hand after standing near her for enough time that Amity can predict an incoming touch. That’s because Amity consents to that touch and expects it.

But when other people touch her? She doesn’t take kindly to that. When Luz initially bumped into her at Covention, she snapped at her and degraded her. Even when she bumped into Luz in Enchanting Grom Fright, her initial instinct was to snap at Luz, since she didn’t expect to be touched. When Hooty touched Amity’s face without consent, she flipped out and beat him up. Not even Lilith beat Hooty up when he wrapped her up in his mucus-filled tube, but Amity gave Hooty the injuries we all wanted to see him with, because he breached her boundaries without her consent. Even as late as the last episode, Amity fell over when her face got close to Luz’s on the bleachers, because she didn’t expect it.

Amity stims. Okay, this one took me a while to catch, since most of the time, Amity is very controlled with her actions. This symptom isn’t very intense; her senses aren’t understimulated too often, and she really only does it when she’s really excited.

Mainly, when Luz offered to carry her. While she adorably scrambled for words, she also flapped her hands against her legs. At first I thought it was just a cute thing she did, but there’s more to it. She was so excited to be held by Luz that it showed up in her hands flapping...a common stim. With Amity feeling more comfortable around her new friends than the old ones, I wouldn’t be surprised to see more stimming in the future.

Amity always has The Mask as her expression. You know, the one with her eyes half-lidded, eyebrows raised, mouth slightly downturned. I also call it the Resting Blight Face, for...reasons.

At first I thought it was just a way to hide her true emotions, since her parents are assholes. But even though Luz makes her feel accepted, she keeps doing it. It’s more like...you know that feeling when you’re thinking really hard, or uncomfortable, or ashamed, or even just relaxed, and you can’t think of which expression to wear quickly enough, so you put on an unreadable one to tide people over? Apparently most people don’t do that, since allistic people tend to have expressions for those feelings, ones that arise naturally.

Another symptom of autism is having hard-to-read expressions, or being less expressive. In Amity’s case, it’s the fact that she doesn’t see a need to have an expression in calmer moments, so she just uses her usual expression.   

Amity hyperfixates. This has several facets, so I’ll break this down.

She initially hyperfixated on school. And that’s how she became top student. Amity Blight is who you would mistake for a “gifted student.” But make no mistake...she is not gifted, and gifted is a bullshit label used to overexert people and force them to keep school as their special interest for their entire lives (and I may have a bit of a vendetta against it). Anyways, we already know she’s a perfectionist. My theory is that Amity originally was hyperfocused on school--the Abominations track, to be exact--and that’s part of how she got so good. Then, her focus shifted, but the school expected her to keep being top student. Cue the perfectionism; she was no longer able to focus on school like she wanted to, but everyone expected her to, so she got insecure about it.

She hyperfixates on Azura, just like Luz did. Yeah, she keeps it secret from the world, for most of the time. But she definitely likes Azura a lot. I mean, she started to reconsider her opinion on Luz when Luz offered her an Azura book. She destroyed her jock career because she tried to use an Azura move in real-life Grudgby. Her interest in Azura is long-lived, starting about the time that her interest in school would have expired (which would explain why she stayed closeted). And we can’t ignore the fact that she sees Azura in Luz and is definitely enjoying the parallels between herself and her fictional counterpart. (Which might not be a coincidence, but that’s an entirely different theory).

She hyperfixates on Luz. Yes, part of this is a crush. But a lot of us have watched Amity’s personality go from alpha bitch to cutest little bean in the Boiling Isles, all thanks to Luz’s influence. Lumity is not a rivals-to-lovers speedrun due to bad writing, it’s due to Amity hyperfixating. She’s already extremely introspective, going so far as to keep a diary where she analyzes and makes sense of herself. It’s not a stretch to say that she identified the faults that kept her from Luz and worked hard to change those off-screen. 

Amity keeps a journal. To me, this seems like masking. You see, Amity is what people would consider to be high-functioning, since she can pass for allistic. But in order to do this, she has to put in significant effort on her part. See, when she does something that makes it so she doesn’t pass, she just sees it as a problem (since she probably doesn’t know about autism, and she passes well enough that she would totally be undiagnosed). Then she tries to fix the problem, in order to keep being perfect. 

Amity has awkward body language. Thanks to the journal and other ways of masking, you don’t see this early on. But once she feels comfortable enough around Luz to let her guard down...she completely forgets boundaries. To review: in episodes 15-17, she throws herself at Luz, holds her formal rival’s hand for 24.71 seconds, blushes every time she sees Luz, and loudly declares her thirsty thoughts about Luz in uniform before literally running away. While some of this can be seen as normal gal pal things or crush things...you’d think a repressed wlw like Amity would try very hard not to touch Luz, so as to avoid being outed. Or at least she would do less of that stuff, so as to respect Luz’s boundaries the way she wants her boundaries to be respected. But that’s not the case, since she straight-up misses a lot of social cues. And since she feels comfortable around Luz, she doesn’t feel the pressure to be so paranoid about the cues, and can be her awkward self. From her point of view, she probably sees it as being freed from her parents’ judgment.

Amity takes things literally, sometimes. Now, this doesn’t happen all the time, since she isn’t heavily affected by this autistic trait. But when Luz says “I’m picking up what you’re putting down” and Amity says “I’m not putting down anything” and looks down...she not only missed the conclusion Luz drew from her words, but also assumed a literal meaning from her words. I can’t come up with many other instances of this, mostly because this doesn’t happen often. I would assume that Amity missed these a lot early on, and learned how to mask/identify them.

Amity is easily upset when things don’t go as planned. Let’s review these. In the library, she gets really mad at Luz when they end up stitched to a book, and it takes Luz’s sweet personality to get Amity to loosen up and laugh over it. When she goes to practice magic, and Luz steals her wand and uses it to get her siblings kidnapped, Amity locks Luz in a cage and assumes that she will get badly injured if she tries to fix the problems she caused. When Luz comes to her school, she panics and focus on how that doesn’t change anything. When she burns Willow’s mind, she appears absolutely terrified of being punished, flinching and bracing for impact when Luz finds her near the memories, constantly trying to distract Luz as they work together to save Willow, and hiding behind Luz when she confronts the Inner Willow. When Luz asks her to join her in Grudgby, Amity doesn’t initially agree, instead taking much more of the episode to come to terms with her involvement in it.

Amity likes predictability. She’s not attached to routines, but she does like being able to expect things. If she makes a plan for the day, she expects that day to adhere to that plan, and she doesn’t respond well when it changes. When Luz comes to her school, she focus on how that doesn’t change anything...not how that would ruin things or complicate things. Whenever she gets involved in Luz’s shenanigans, she either gets angry, scared, or takes a while to accept it. In a broader sense, she takes a while to accept that Luz and her shenanigans are a permanent fixture in her life--sixteen episodes, to be exact.

Finally, it would make for some excellent representation. An ADHD Dominican-American bisexual protagonist is pretty groundbreaking. But an ADHD Dominican-American bisexual protagonist girl who dates an autistic wlw witch girl from another dimension is exactly the kind of intersectional representation you’d expect to see from an unrestricted Owl House crew.

...Now, this might just be me hardcore projecting. I’m a little scared to post this because I don’t know how much of this is me reading into imaginary things, or trying to convince myself that Amity is like me. Feel free to debate/disprove me or support me in the comments. 

[twstchaos]

Original Character: The Bouquet

Introducing: The Bouquet!! Got lazy and decided to use a picrew I made of her a loooooong time ago.

Technical Information

Name: Bouquette de Rosario

Japanese: ボクエット・デ・ロサリオ

Romaji: Bokuetto De Rosario

Nickname(s): Kelp/Seaweed (Floyd), Mademoiselle Fleur (Rook)

Biographical Information

Gender: Female

Pronoun: She/Her

Age: 17

Birthday: June 13

Starsign: Gemini

Height: 160cm

Eye Color: Chartreuse

Hair Color: Rose Pink

Homeland: Queendom of Roses

Family: Mother, Father

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Professional Status

Dorm: Heartslabyul

School Year: Second

Class: 2-E (No. 7)

Occupation: Student, Groundskeeper of Heartslabyul

Club: Light Music Club, Science Club, Dance Club

Best Subject: Biology, Music

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Fun Facts

Dominant Hand: Right

Favorite Food: Honeysuckle Macarons

Least Favorite Food: Cilantro

Dislikes: Students messing up the rose garden

Hobby: Gardening

Talents: Floral Arrangement

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Appearance:

Bouquette has rose pink, long hair tied neatly into a large rose bun. Her hair is pulled back so as to not cover her face, save for a single curled strand on the left side of her face. She has chartreuse green eyes. Bouquette dons the standard Night Raven Academy female uniform consisting of a black blazer over the red, gold-lined vest, short skirt with black stockings, and black and white striped tie. She wears the Heartslabyul armband with pride. As a respectable resident of Heartslabyul, her Heartslabyul dormitory uniform includes the standard black, red, and white overcoat, white, pleated skirt with yellow hemming, the yellow and black sash tied around her waist, and black stockings. Clipped on her lapel, instead of the standard painted rose, Bouquette wears a boutonniere with a tiny flower arrangement. Both of her school outfits are worn with her pair of black, heeled Mary Janes.

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Personality:

Bouquette is a very bubbly and excitable girl–wanting to please everyone–with many passions. She is always seen bustling around the campus of Night Raven College albeit for classes, electives, or any errand that the Housewarden asked of her. She spends much of her time busying herself with work. A very diligent person yet unwise. Her constant commitment to work leaves her little time to relax–to breathe–causing to overstress herself very often. During those rare moments when she allows herself to relax, Bouquette enjoys indulging on Trey’s pastries, hitting up cafes with Cater, or enjoying tea time with Riddle. Whenever she is in her fits of stress, Bouquette accumulates blot quickly which is worrisome for the other residents of Heartslabyul.

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Background: Growing up, Bouquette had always been surrounded by blooming blossoms. Her parents are the shopkeepers of the local florist, The Queen’s Bouquet. The Queen’s Bouquet has been in her family for many generations. She grew up learning the vast knowledge of florae, focusing mainly on flowers.As a child, her parents expected much out of her. Because of her parents’ ambition for their daughter to succeed in everything, Bouquette was taught violin at a young age by a world-class musician. She excelled in her classes. After a while of taking only violin lessons, she was signed up for ballroom dancing–the dance of nobility–and ballet concurrently with violin. Bouquette continued to excel in everything she did. But, after some time, the stress of doing everything began to take its silent toll. Once the daughter of the de Rosarios was old enough, her talents were recognized, and she was promptly whisked away to Night Raven College. There, she was assigned to Heartslabyul. In her first week, one of her classmates rose to the position of Housewarden. Bouquette signed up for the Light Music Club, the Science Club, and founded the Dance Club in her first year.

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Abilities and Unique Magic:

From her lifelong education of gardening, Bouquette is very adept at caring for and tending to plants, often looked to for advice by most in the Science Club.

Bouquette’s Unique Magic is called “All in the Golden Afternoon”. Her spell, aided by her knowledge of plant life, allows her to control plants, being able to affect the speed in which a plant grows, blooms, and physical appearance. As of right now, she is only able to affect one plant at a time, but the effect is permanent. “All in the Golden Afternoon” is most effective on flowers. A weaker application of her magic is that she can materialise petals out of thin air. Due to how simple her magic is, Bouquette runs the additional risk of developing blot faster than most.

Incantation: “All the flowers have very extra special powers. May everybody chime in tune. You can learn a lot of things from the flowers. All in the Golden Afternoon.”

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She is twisted from the singing flowers from Disney’s Alice in Wonderland.

More information will come out in the future~

[randomshyperson]

Hi! Can you write something similar to the one where reader is super pro PDA but Wanda is the affectionate one?

Hello anon! It took too long I know, but I managed to write this little drabble during my lunch time for you. I hope you like it.

Wanda Maximoff x Reader - Touch Starving - Read on AO3

Summary: The one where reader is super pro PDA but Wanda is the affectionate one.

Warnings: All Fluff

Words: 1000

Notes; Some people suggested me to use quotation marks to indicate dialog. It was strange I admit, I learned in school for years to use the - Let me know what your preference is, I will probably keep the - but if many people prefer it, I can keep the quotation marks. 

Your girlfriend liked to touch you.

Which was excellent, since you probably fit the description of touch-starved people.

If your therapist needed to clarify, it would be because of your past as a soldier, and strict parents.

But in general, dating Wanda Maximoff had only benefits .

Besides being completely in love with her, and surprisingly being loved by her, Wanda was passionate about showing her affection by touching you. Whether it was hugs, and caresses, or kisses on the cheek, whenever you were together, she was touching you in some way.

Maybe the only problem was the way your Avengers colleagues looked at you with suggestiveness, mainly because you completely melted when Wanda touched you, and it was hard to disguise how much you liked it.

Like now, you were sitting in the living room finishing reviewing some reports with Steve and Natasha, and Wanda finished a training session with Bucky, and sat on your lap as she chatted with the soldier.

Nat held back a giggle immediately, exchanging a glance with Steve as he observed your flushed face, and cast you a suggestive look with a raised eyebrow that only made you blush more.

You don't mind though. 

"How was your training?" You ask Wanda just as she finishes telling Bucky what they could do in their next training session. She smiles at you.

"I'm getting better at fighting without magic." She comments, slipping her arms around your shoulders. It feels good.

"That's good news," you say. "Soon you will stop getting beaten up by me and Nat then." You joke.

Wanda laughs, her gaze flicking to your lips quickly. You feel your heart race, but she doesn't kiss you. Probably because Nat and Steve are looking at you two.

"Will you be long?" she asks referring to the reports in your hand. 

"Your girlfriend will be free in a moment, Wanda." Mocks Nat before you can respond, causing Wanda to roll her eyes with amusement and embarrassment.

"I'll go to your room when I'm done." You say enjoying the feel of Wanda's fingers caressing the back of your neck, Nat lets out an insinuating hiss and you feel your cheeks flush.

"Whoa, how direct." Nat jokes and you frown, but Wanda laughs.

"Fine." The redhead agrees giving you a kiss on the cheek before getting up. 

She looks at you one last time before heading down the hallways, leaving the room.

"You guys are cute." Bucky comments the next moment, and you clear your throat, blushing and mumbling "thank you" as you turn your attention back to the reports.

It took a while but you finally finished the reports, and when you walked to Wanda's room, you didn't have to knock on the door. Your girlfriend used her powers to open it, and you walked in, finding her wrapped in the covers while watching one of her favorites sitcoms.

"Hey." You greet by lying down next to her, Wanda snuggles up to you the next moment, making you blush lightly.

You are silent for a moment as you watch the program together. Wanda begins to trace circles against your stomach as she rests her head on your chest.

"Are you anxious?" She asks softly, moving her head to look at you. You look down curiously.

"No, why?"

"Your heart."  She says and you look away, blushing. "It's beating fast."

Clearing your throat, you try to think of an answer.

"Honey, your face is red." She then comments with a smile, and you let out an awkward giggle, shifting uncomfortably on the bed.

" I... I don't know what to say." You confess closing your eyes momentarily, Wanda bites her lips, lifting her head from your chest, and sitting up in bed only to look at you curiously.

"Is it because of me?" She asks and you mimic her position, frowning slightly. 

"Maybe."

Wanda laughs lightly, her intense gaze was making you awkward.

"Why?"

"Damn it, Wanda." You grumble feeling your face heat up. Wanda seemed to be enjoying your embarrassment. "It's because I like you, that's why."

She smiles tilting her head slightly to the side.

"We've been together for a year." She comments. "And yet you still get nervous with me."

"I don't..." You begin, trying to work up the courage to confess. "I'm not nervous. I just. I like..."

"Use your words, dear." She teases with a smile.

"I like it when you touch me." You confess a second later looking down and Wanda raises an eyebrow in surprise. You sigh uncomfortably. "I know it's stupid, because you do it all the time. But it's how my body reacts, okay? I can't help it."

Wanda then lets out a giggle, blushing slightly. 

"You're adorable." She says before sitting on your lap, hugging you and making you sigh with flushed cheeks as you let your arms circle her waist.

"I love you." You mumble and she closes her eyes, squeezing you.

"I know." She jokes. "I love you too."

When she pulls away, she has a playful smile on her lips.

"So this whole time you've been having a little gay panic every time I hugged you?" She teases and you groan in embarrassment.

"Please don't tell Nat." You mumble and she laughs lightly.

"If you want, I can, I don't know, touch you less..."

"What? No way!"  You interrupt with a mixture of seriousness and annoyance. And then you smile to reassure Wanda's worried expression. "Honestly, I wish you would touch me all the time if you could."

Wanda laughs.

"Good to know." She says as she raises her hands to your cheeks. "I intend to do just that."

She kisses you next, slowly and sweetly. You both smile into the kiss.

"Do you want to finish watching the episode?" she asks, letting her hands rest on your shoulders. You deny it, and she smiles. "Do you want to cuddle?"

"Please." You ask smiling, and Wanda laughs as she adjusts on the bed to obey your request.

[sshoujo-ais]

ALL THE QUESTIONS YOU HAVEN'T DONE YET, but for NERISSA for the Skryim OC ask :3c

FUCK now i gotta go back and figure out which ones i didn't do

(but i will do it anyway to show thanks for you wanting to hear about the girlboss)

[5 seconds later]

oh this is a lot of questions this is going under the funny readmore

(also im not gonna number or bold these because there is Too Many)

Do they worship any deities, be it aedra or daedra?

mainly hermaeus mora :) but before she ran into him she was very into julianos

What factions are they a part of?

imperial legion and the college of winterhold c: technically also bard's college though it's not formally a faction

What were they doing before their adventure officially began?

she was a librarian! moved up to battlemage after narrowly escaping from helgen keep with hadvar and tahiri, formally joined the legion and helped them recolonize reunify the land, learned she was dragonborn on the way, and the rest is herstory :P

What non-combat skill do they excel at?

enchanting! the one type of magic tahiri also has but nerissa can do it too i guess. by contrast tahiri can do alchemy and smithing well which nerissa is not as good at :P also the bardic arts

What is their combat style?

alteration magic armor, cloak spell, summon an atronach, then one sword in each hand. formerly used both bound swords for this but after mora decided miraak was no longer his specialest boy, nerissa inherited his sword (which is apparently called the firstblade, which i didn't know!) and now she uses that and a bound sword. she also likes to summon funny tentacles from apocrypha but there's not really a mod that lets me do this i don't think

What hold do they dislike the most?

probably the reach. full of reachmen

From a story standpoint, what is the general opinion of your character amongst the people of Skyrim?

for all her unhinged girlbossness, pretty positive! she takes the time to help out the little guy and the people are cognizant of this, they don't just hail her as the legendary dragonborn hero because she is but also because she does good by them.

Do they consort with Daedra?

oh boy. does she ever :) 🐙📚

Did they feel sympathy for any villains they came into contact with? If so, who and why?

being very well read she's very much up to date on various deities and recognizes talos as one of them, so she kinda feels for ulfric's goals insofar as reinstating him in the pantheon goes. she could probably single handedly (or with tahiri and serana's help) kick the thalmor out of skyrim if it came to it.

Have they refused any jobs? If so, why?

she doesn't want to do the thieves guild (neither does tahiri actually).

What’s their favorite armor?

this one by elianora ^^

Do they have any family?

none alive that she knows of, no

Whats their least favorite hold?

i swear i already did this one

What is their least favorite minor enemy to fight?

ice wraiths. fucking thing won't stay still

What creature are they most fond of?

dwarven armored mudcrab :)

Are they prone to boasting?

not necessarily; everyone on her good side already knows what she's capable of and everyone on her bad side will soon find out anyway :P

Who would they consider their biggest rival?

miraak, and we all know how that ended for him >:3

Who is their love interest?

haven't actually decided yet. for now she's single and ready to mingle.

Do they enjoy the cold Skyrim weather?

she doesn't mind it! at least she doesn't constantly bitch about it like serana.

What kind of terrain do they enjoy the most?

she is surprisingly partial to the ashy wasteland of solstheim, actually.

Are they an “explore everything in the area” type of person, or do they go “straight there and back”?

yes, she's very meticulous about it. just like her studies actually.

What is their preferred method of travel? (Ex: Walking, carriage, horse, etc)

walking, but if she could figure out how to teleport she would

Do they have a specific color scheme?

it's all very muted browns (as per the armor mod linked above), but her white hair is very significant to her design and story (it used to be black but turned white when she read the oghma infinium)

What is their most preferred weapon type? (Ex: Glass dagger, dwarven bow, etc)

miraak's sword alongside a bound one, as i already mentioned

Could this character wield a two handed weapon successfully?

successfully? yes. masterfully? no

What is their opinion on draugr?

they're rather easy to (re)kill, but the method of reanimation is very fascinating to her and she'd love to study it if she wasn't busy saving the world every 5 minutes

Did you make this character with a certain love interest in mind?

no actually!

Is there a certain mod that is very important to this character’s playthrough?

the most significant one aside from the armor has to be hermaeus mora eye textures. i wonder if you can tell why that is :)

Has their character design changed?

the hair has, but that's an important part of her story as i pointed out above. other than that i haven't even actually built her character so there's little to change :v

Do they have any piercings or tattoos? If so, how many and what are they?

no

Do they wear war paint and if so, is it significant to them in any particular way?

and no.

[iheartbookbran]

Ok so actually my biggest problem with the whole “Daenerys will burn KL” theory—not even the Mad Queen Dany theory, which is of course very sexist for obvious reasons, but just like, the idea that Dany will ~accidentally~ ignite the wildfire in the city, burning it all to the ground. That, at first, doesn’t sound that bad, but the longer I think about it the more I hate it because tbh it doesn’t do anything for her character? And also… that fate for her is just down right cruel.

Like, the most frequent argument I see on why this would be at all satisfactory for Dany’s arc is basically that it would be a sort of lesson for her about the dangers of unchecked power and the real threat the Dragons can pose on humans and that she shouldn’t use them to fight against other people. And that’s all well and good, excellent message… except that’s not something Dany’s ever really needed to learn? Not anymore that her fellow rulers, which I will touch on more detail later, but in general Dany has seen what the abuse of power can do. Starting with her conflicting feelings regarding Viserys and how she recognizes that even though he was her brother and she loved him, he also abused his power over her as her older brother, her only family and her king; she feels guilt about the atrocities Drogo committed to the lhazarene and tries to help them; she feels so much guilt about not handling things correctly in Astapor that she decides to throw away all her plans to go to Westeros and instead stays in Meereen.

And about not knowing the true danger that her dragons can pose? I mean, this is the same girl that literally agonizes across several of her ADWD chapters because Drogon killed a child, and then takes the extreme measure of caging Rhaegal and Viserion to prevent that from ever happening again. I think she’s at least a little bit aware that the dragons can be dangerous, thank you very much.

Ok so this got long...

Anyways, the only time Dany legit uses Drogon to harm someone and not just as bluff was at the house of the Undying, where she was being attacked, and in Astapor… and like, lmao, that asshole Kraznys mo Nakloz and the rest of his slaver buddies deserved it. Don’t at me. Also, Dany’s hardly the only one with a big magical and deadly beast at her disposal, why didn’t Robb had to go through some horrifying traumatic incident to learn he shouldn’t use Grey Wind in battle to tear his enemies’ throats. Bran will be learning about the dangers of abusing power, but that’s linked to his magic powers and an actual reprehensible thing he’s doing, not the use of his glorified prehistoric dog to kill, which he’s done, just like Robb. By all means let the narrative hold Dany accountable for her mistakes… but her actual mistakes and not shit she has no control over, because she doesn’t have much control over Drogon or the other dragons even though she’s trying to, and that’s very obvious in her last ADWD chapter where she’s delirious and Drogon could kill her at any moment, and she knows that.

The other big argument people make for Dany burning KL (even if it’s by accident!) is that it will teach her about the price of war, that someone as young as her shouldn’t be leading armies and conquering kingdoms, and that fighting for the Iron Throne is not a worthy cause, and I feel like that misses the actual point of her story by a mile. First of all because a) Dany is hardly the only teenage ruler in the story and b) this is a fantasy medieval story, a lot of the characters shouldn’t be doing the things they do, aaaand yet. Also speaking of other teenage rulers with far more power that they should have—Robb and Jon, being the biggest examples.

Granted, Robb and Jon aren’t exactly successful during their time as rulers, they’re literally betrayed and killed by their own men (even if Jon will technically come back for round 2 of bullshit he’s too tired for). But the moral of their stories is not that they lost because theirs was an unworthy cause and they were stupid kids wholly unprepared for their roles. And I actually partially agree! They are just kids, including Dany, and they shouldn’t be responsible for looking after so many others and going to battle, but their cause is still just and worthy, even with all the mistakes they make along the way. Robb didn’t loose because he was wrong in demanding justice for his family or trying to protect the riverlands from the Lannisters and their minions, he lost because Tywin Lannister was a giant coward who couldn’t take him out in a fair fight.

Likewise, it isn’t wrong of Jon to try to incorporate refugees from beyond the Wall into Westeros. He’s not too stupid and honorable to do politics like his father (how I hate when people insult Jon and Ned like that), and while he did some very obvious mistakes that inevitably ended in a coup and in him dying, this is more connected to his inability to let go of his ties with his family (mainly Arya or who he believes to be her), and in isolating himself from his friends and the people he could actually trust.

I’ve always thought that Dany and Jon share a parallel narrative within the story, so while Jon is struggling with that Dany is faced with similar problems. She cages her dragons, that to her represent the only family she has left, and she tries to compromise with the slavers, marry a man she doesn’t love, pretend she’s ok with reopening the fighting pit. While she tries her best to rule wisely in Meereen, it all comes at the cost of betraying herself and her beliefs, so it’s no surprise when it all crashes around her and she’s betrayed and nearly killed. Ironically, it is Drogon who comes to rescue her.

If they are monsters, so am I.—Daenerys II, ADWD.

This is hands down one of my favorite Dany quotes from the whole series, and I hate that it’s been given such a negative connotation in the fandom, when for me it represents Dany’s humanity and compassion at the fullest.

GRRM has a knack for humanizing the ‘monsters’ of his story, for showing the good in the outcasts and the ugly and the scary. He embraces their ‘otherness’ and makes them the heroes of his stories; Arya, Bran, Brienne, Dany, Tyrion, Jon, Theon and many others are all compared to monsters or beasts at one point or another in the books.

Dany sees herself in her dragons, literal monsters in every sense of the word. Later on she faces Drogon inside the pit, and in that moment you could say that she accepts that ‘monstrous’ part of her, and in doing so she’s saved from her fate of dying at the hands of the men who would crucify innocent children and gleefully profit off of the suffering of their fellow human beings while watching them fight each other to the death for their own amusement. Now tell me who’s the real monster in this situation.

But shortly before that happens, Dany is able to see the humanity in Tyrion, an outcast who has been branded as monstrous and unlovable due to his disability all his life, a man who has come to believe in his abusers’ rhetoric about him so strongly that he’s started to act cruel and detached. She saves his life. She sees value in his life when few others would, because she cares.

I’ve always find it funny that the “dragons plant no trees” is—another��example fans use to argue in favor of Dany’s descent into Darkness™ because the actual scene goes like this:

You are a queen, her bear said. In Westeros.

"It is such a long way," she complained. "I was tired, Jorah. I was weary of war. I wanted to rest, to laugh, to plant trees and see them grow. I am only a young girl."

No. You are the blood of the dragon. The whispering was growing fainter, as if Ser Jorah were falling farther behind. Dragons plant no trees. Remember that. Remember who you are, what you were made to be. Remember your words.—Daenerys X, ADWD.

Now am I the only one who finds it at least a bit relevant that it’s freaking Jorah Mormont aka Jorah the Enslaver whom Dany’s subconscious, at her literal lowest moment, utilizes to represent this particular thought, which btw I’ve always interpreted as Dany’s own self-loathing manifesting in her, and this is something she’s actually always struggled with—the idea that she’s not enough and she’s failing. Because above all things, even Westeros or the Iron Throne, what Dany wants is peace, she wants to plant trees.

When Dany made her descent, Reznak and Skahaz dropped to their knees. "Your Worship shines so brightly, you will blind every man who dares to look upon you," said Reznak. […] This match will save our city, you will see."

"So we pray. I want to plant my olive trees and see them fruit." Does it matter that Hizdahr's kisses do not please me? Peace will please me. Am I a queen or just a woman?—Daenerys VII, ADWD.

But of course the world doesn’t work like that, and so long as there’s Jorahs and Tywins and Eurons out there, men who would take the freedom of humans and submit them to their will, Dany can’t have the luxury of peace, just like Jon can’t have the luxury of belonging and family so long as there’s people still beyond the Wall who need his protection.

And I think that’s fine. It’s fine that Dany failed, it will help her develop as a character and realize that there’s no room to compromise with slavers, the metaphorical monsters of the story who do far more harm than the other more literal ‘monsters’ of the story. So that when she has to face down Euron Greyjoy—who btw, there’s a high chance he will end up stealing one of Dany’s dragons via Victarion using Dragonbinder… y’know, as in enslaving one of her children and using said dragon to inflict god knows what horrors, yet not many people ever consider this for some reason?—she will know. When she has to face down the Others, the magical ice fairies with no regard for human life, she will know.

That’s why I believe that it would make absolutely no sense for Dany to have to go through such a tragic and traumatic experience like burning a whole city even by pure accident, over something that’s either never been a problem with her character or she’s well into her way of learning anyways, so it would just feel repetitive. As I have pointed out, she’s already reached one of the lowest moments of her arc. Not saying there will be no other blows for her, and probably the destruction of KL will be one of them, and knowing Dany she will feel responsibility over it no matter what, but that doesn’t mean she has to be the culprit, intentional or otherwise.