#reia’s asks!!!

[reiashiftsrealities]

okay please do excuse me for asking this but i remember vaguely you mentioning getting... shot. in one of your drs that is.

what exactly did that feel like? did you script that your pain tolerance was higher?

again, feel free to completely ignore this question, since i can imagine that must have been a traumatic experience. i was just curious.

nono don’t worry! i’ve got this question a couple times and i’m perfectly fine answering :)

TW: blood, near death experience, details of wounds, etc etc

so yes, about 2 years ago in my fame dr i was shot twice from behind, right near the bottom edge of my ribcage. one of the bullets penetrated my lung.

honestly, the only way i can describe how it felt in the moment was unsettlingly calm.

i didn’t really feel the bullets impact, most likely because of the instant adrenaline rush that it brought on. i heard the shots however, and that was my first indicator that something wasn’t right. i only noticed that i had actually been shot because i started coughing up blood (about 10-15 seconds after). that’s when the pain set in. and to answer your question; in this reality, my pain tolerance is high so i didn’t specifically script it to be different.

i’m not really sure what to compare the pain to. in fact the whole situation is kind of fuzzy because i lost consciousness several times, but i think what hurt the most was the feeling of my lungs filling with blood. the only way i can describe that was it felt like i was being burned alive from the inside out. i wanted to breathe but i couldn’t. the actual gunshot wound felt like a really large paper cut almost (but 4x worse) but i was more focused on the pain from not being able to breathe.

but when it comes to dying, in my experience there got to a point where i wasn’t really scared anymore. it kind of just…stopped hurting? the survival instincts subsided and it got calm. and then i woke up in emergency room with like 292937473272 doctors around me. so, yeah! fun times amirite 🤓☝️

in all seriousness it was a very eye-opening experience for me. thank you for asking this question, and for asking it so respectfully! i hope your day/night has been amazing :)

[riaki]

hey guys !! i’ve been seeing a lot of people step away from blogs/leave tumblr as a whole lately n while i most likely won’t be doing the same i want to take the time to tell u all to take care of yourselves. reminder that ur blog should be ur safe space, and u have no obligations to anyone. keeping up with social media can be stressful

with that said, i decided i’ll be takin a break for an indefinite amount of time. schools been ramping up n i’ve been really busy lately— which is why i haven't been posting... but don’t worry!! i won’t leave this blog and i definitely won’t stop writing. but i encourage anyone experiencing burnout or stress to do the same! i love all of u, have a wonderful spring

- riko :)

[enamoredwithbella]

list 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! get to know your moots or followers 🖤

1. my mama

2. shifting

3. Loralei (love you lei lei)

4. Fanfics (+ their writers)

5. BELLA RAMSEY 🤤

[kithtaehyung]

reia be my valentine i’ll give u all the love u absolutely deserve

naurrrr reia did hear about this but responded in her head instead of replying😀👍 which.. is very real lol but seeing reia love makes my heart grow 50 sizes so thank you for this😭

[vanteguccir]

Hey guys! I actually spent long minutes staring at these reblogs and debating whether it was worth responding and talking about or not. But as I'm not the type to take hate and keep quiet, I decided to talk about it.

First of all, Reia, you really seem like a person who doesn't read many fanfics for the way you put it in your text, so I'll explain the meaning of the word. Fanfic, short for "fan fiction", is a story written by a fan based on characters, universes, or real people (like the triplets). Fans create their own narratives, expanding or reimagining everything, creating their own version, which in real life does not exist OR, as writers, we often draw inspiration from real-life events too.

And yes, you and Evangeline are trying to be "fanfic police" and even "sturniolo police", if you scroll through the thousands of Sturniolo Triplets fanfics, you will come across A LOT where Matt, Nick or Chris go through situations of anxiety attack, panic attack, OR where the "reader" herself goes through this, sometimes even involving situations way worse than that. Furthermore, there's thousands of fanfics describing explicit sex scenes with them, the famous smuts, does that bother you too? Because in the world of someone who writes a FANFIC in here, it doesn't.

And yes, I was indeed writing about the meet and greet situation, and this was nothing new to ANYONE in the fandom WHO READS THE FANFICS HERE. I even made a post the day before ASKING who would like to read the idea, and you want to know the news? All 200 people who voted wanted it.

I understand that you feel this story is disrespectful FOR YOU, especially because it touches on a real-life situation that may be sensitive or painful for some people. I want to assure you that it was never my intention to cause harm or disrespect anyone involved in that situation.

I myself am diagnosed with chronic anxiety, and even so, I didn't feel affected by the way I wrote. In fact, I described how I feel during MY anxiety attacks.

In no way did I make fun of the situation Matt went through, in fact, my intention in writing this story was to explore Matt's complexity and show how he deals with real problems, such as anxiety. It was a way to give more depth to his situation during the tour and highlight the importance of the emotional support he receives from "Y/N". It was not my intention to mock him, but rather to explore his humanity and the challenges he faced, and I know with all the certainty in the world that I did not mock him, much less affect the people who read the story.

Please, I ask you to reevaluate the need to throw hate at a person who has nothing to do with your outside the box opinions of what WRITERS ON THE STURNIOLO'S TUMBLR should or shouldn't write about.

There are thousands of posts on Instagram and TikTok from "fans" really mocking Matt and throwing hate at him about "their bad experiences" during one of the shows, these are the people you should be giving a piece of your mind to, not me. 🩷

[dira333]

Lovesick Fools - Barou Shoei x Reader

another (very late) contribution to @tetzoro 's Summer Olympics Collab!

Barou Shoei has two different sides to him.

There’s the King of Soccer, the one who dominates the field, who needs to do things on his own, even if it means becoming the villain of the story.

And there’s the Shoei you’ve gotten to know in all the moments he isn’t playing. A perfectionist. A heart with so many walls up, Fort Knox would be proud. A boy who didn’t believe love could be for him until it fell into his lap.

-

“We can’t tell anyone that we’re dating,” he announces one Friday afternoon after practice, his hair down for once.

“Okay?” You had expected him to come over, had cleaned the kitchen and prepped the snacks, your favorite cozy blanket already out for a snuggle season.

“I got the spot. For the Olympic team.”

“That’s wonderf-”

“If they know we’re dating they’re not going to ask you to come along.”

You blink. “Why not? It’s not like we can’t work together.”

“I asked if they knew which Manager would be asked to come and Isagi told me that Reia is out because she’s dating one of the players.”

You sigh. “They’re probably not going to ask me anyway. The team has some major games planned and even without you here they will need me.”

“Still,” he pulls you in, an earnest look on his face. “We cannot tell anyone, okay?”

“Fine,” you agree, slinging your arms around him. 

-

The letter arrives on Monday, an unassuming white envelope containing the information you’d silently dreaded.

You’re one of the Manager’s called in. You’re going to be flying to Paris with Shoei. Oh, to experience one of the most romantic cities on earth with your partner without letting anyone know that you are, in fact, dating.

At this point, you’d have taken the L of staying back home if it had meant being able to hug him goodbye openly.

-

“What are we going to do about the others?” You ask, phone pressed against your ear as you’re packing your bags. “Half of the team knows we’re dating.”

“I told them to keep it to themselves,” Shoei grunts. “Is my Pajama at your place?”

“Uh, yes, should I pack it for you?”

“I’m coming to fetch it. I’m not sure we’re going to have a chance to switch it.”

You sigh. “I really wish we didn’t have to do that. It feels so dishonest.”

“We can pretend we’re falling in love in Paris.”

“Mhm, because you’re going to be so charming, sweaty, and stressed after practice.”

“You did fall for me like that the first time, so I don’t see why you’re complaining.”

“Meanie,” you stick your tongue out at him even though he can’t see it. He sighs. 

For a moment he’s silent too, before he grumbles.

“I’m bringing my stuff. I’m sleeping over tonight.”

-

Somehow you make it through the first day without a slip-up. 

Even though Bachira calls you “Missus Barou” - he apologizes immediately for the friendly teasing and you thank the heavens that no one important overheard - and Rin sends you weird looks when you make it a point not to sit next to Shoei during dinner.

But then you’re in your room with the other managers, unable to fall asleep without your goodnight kiss, the cardboard bed not helping the slightest.

“I just… uh… need to pee one last time,” you excuse yourself, wandering out into the dark hallway only to run into Shoei, hair down, scowl on his face.

“Can’t sleep without you,” he mutters and you’re thankful for the darkness allowing you to curl into his embrace.

“This will have to do,” you mutter, kissing him the way you would at home.

-

Practice starts early, despite the jetlag. 

At least the breakfast is good - you take one chocolate muffin with you for later, unable to withstand the temptation of baked goods for long - and you’re promised to have the evenings to yourself to sightsee.

Paris is filled with tourist attractions. It wouldn’t be that much of a coincidence to run into Shoei if you’re both out to sightsee, right?

It’s only when he grabs your hand and you flinch away, scared that someone in the crowd could see, you realize just how stressed this situation is making you.

“Hey,” he grabs your hand again. “Please. I need this.”

“I know, I know.” You take a deep breath, try to calm yourself. “I’m just freaking out. What if anyone finds out?”

“You’re here now. They can’t fire you, right?”

You huff. “They might. I’m just a manager.”

“If they fire you, I’ll leave with you,” Barou promises.

Still. You keep PDA to a minimum until you’ve picked a spot for dinner, a table at the back of a cozy little restaurant, your faces hidden from sight.

-

And you might have made it out unscathed, with Shoei’s perfectionism and your anxiety working as a team, if not for your daily goodnight kiss.

The other managers are convinced you’ve got a nervous bladder with how you’re darting out of the room as soon as the lights are out, claiming you need to pee just one last time.

You don’t know what the boys are thinking, what Shoei tells them when he leaves to find you.

All you know is that it feels good to sink into his arms, to kiss him in the darkness where no one can see-

until someone turns on the lights.

You blink against the brightness, still very much clinging to Shoei.

Ego stares back at you, his features unamused as he walks past you toward the men’s bathrooms.

“Use protection,” he drawls out before closing the door behind him.

“Do you think we’re getting fired?” You ask, breathless with fear.

“No,” Shoei grumbles, pulling you closer. “I don’t think he cares.”

-

You don’t sleep much that night, which isn’t ideal because your first match is the very next day.

Not even the chocolate muffin tastes as good as it’s supposed to, anxiety weighing you down.

Shoei takes one look at the shadows under your eyes and marches up to Ego right before training.

“Can we talk for a moment, Coach?”

“No,” Ego drawls lazily. “You need to get ready.”

“About what you saw last night…” You wring your hands, too aware of all the other players listening in.

“Listen,” Ego turns toward the team, addressing all of them at once. “My Diamonds… I don’t care what you do after dark. But if you don’t show up at your best on this field, you’ll be cut from the roster. I don’t have time for lovesick fools.”

A few of them whistle through their teeth, realizing what this must be about.

Shoei glares at them until they stop before marching over until he’s by your side.

“Hear that?” He asks, barely able to contain the satisfied smirk. “You’re safe. I always play at my best.”

“Shut up,” you tell him, trying to sound stern but failing miserably. “You’ll just trip over your own Ego.”

“Never,” he promises, before kissing you, the whistling and whooping players around him be damned.

[viisator]

After the little mermaid turned into sea foam

Pairings: Nishimura Riki X F!Reader

Genre: Historical Fiction, Fantasy, Fairytale.

Warning: none.

Description: After the little mermaid turned into sea foam, when the Prince she loved woke up in the arms of his new wife- what did he ever think? What happened to him? Did he ever think of her?

Reminder: Pov shifts between First person(Ni-ki) and Third person. I also encourage you to read the fairytale The Little Mermaid first if you have not read it yet so you can enjoy this fic more.

Not Proofread

Word count: 696 words.

(This fanfic is inspired by the classical fairytale "The Little Mermaid" by Hans Christian Andersen)

++ This fanfic has been sitting in my drafts since my favourite Disney classic, The Little Mermaid by Disney was released! And right after finishing the movie, I immediately read Christian Andersen's and while reading, I couldn't help but imagine Ni-ki as the Prince....so...yeah! Have fun reading!!++

Read the original story by Hans Christian Andersen

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The time I woke up with my wife in my embrace and felt her hot breath. The last evening at the wedding rewound in my head.

Everything was perfect, the cathedral was gleaming with all the surrounding lights; and Reia, the girl in my arms shined the most. But I could see somewhere, somehow in the side of my eyes, I saw her there, eyes bloodshot and lips trembling.

My heart ache as I ignored her hopeful longing stares. Her hand quietly trembled at her sides, stopping the urge to reach and grab hold of me...my dumb foundling, whom I thought was the maiden who saved me laying dead at the beach. I wanted to hold you and tell you one last time. But you are not the one.

When I embraced her at the deck, on our way to the marriage, I told her she'd always be the one, that I'd rather choose her over the Princes in my arms. I know how it felt; to cry but unable to shed tears. Her tight embrace resembles the touch of the sea that's still fresh in my memories, while her lips are the sweetness of roses.

Up until now I still have the thought that maybe, just maybe she was; the one who saved me and caught me in the depths of the sea, the one who swum with me up to the shore, the one who placed her warm lips on my forehead, and the one who sang to me with her most handsome voice- just maybe.

But I know it wasn't her, it wasn't my dumb foundling. It was she, the Princess in my arms.

The girl in my arms, the princes of Blue Islands, the girl who was taught in the church, the girl with skin so delicately fair, and the deepest ocean blue eyes, the one who sang so beautifully- but her palms, the way her soft palms held me, it wasn't the girl who saved me in the depths of the sea.

I stood up from my wife's embrace, Reia, and sat down, looking around, I noticed a metal reflecting the morning light caught my eyes, it was a dagger laying on the cold floor, with its handle curved in an ocean shape.

I went out of the room and goes up to the deck, where the cold morning air hit my face. It smells like the sea, it smells like fresh seaweed just like my dumb foundling.

But she's nowhere to be found. Where is she? The girl who danced with me the best, the one who can express her feelings through her eyes, the one who was at my side, the one I know who loved me truly-

The Prince, Niki, called out crews that are inside the ship to search and look for the little mermaid, he ordered them to dive into the depths of the sea, and he asked them where they last saw her. His mind was all over the place wondering, searching and longing for the little mermaid's expressive and lovable gaze, her warm gentle touch, her graceful dance, her soft hair... her warm lips.

My dumb foundling...where are you? Just for a minute, that is all I ask, I want to call you and show yourself to me. Let me see and watch your gaze upon me. The elegance of your dance drew me to adore you more than before. Just for a minute, please, I want to see you and hold you before it's too late.

I wanted to, but I could not, after all this time, I know I did not love you.

But as dawn neared, his confused wife stared and waited for him silently at his side as he clench the silver dagger in his hand staring deeply at the ocean's horizon. He felt his heart clench, he lost her, the girl who loved him the most.

Niki's tears run through his warm cheeks. He should have looked at her when he felt her gaze last evening, he should have listened even though she could not speak, he should have asked her name even though she couldn't say it, and he should have stayed; beside her, with her never shedding eyes.

And now, he stares at the dark waves wondering if she's there, wondering if she's alright, hoping that she's fine, because maybe he does, and Niki does from the start know that it was her who saved him from the strong waves on his very birthday. The one who lay him under the hot sands of the beach. The one who sang him awake.

His dumb foundling. He loved her quite much.

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[evangelineshifts]

for anyone whos coming on my page to hate or just witnessed the drama that ensued. save it cause i don’t care anymore. I was trying to be in my friends corner on a subject that was important to them. they said harsh words and i don’t condone that and i never said i did. when i stated reia “spits facts” that was just on the topic in general which i do still believe its a bit insensitive to make a fic on such an event especially so close to when it happened. i’m a inactive fan of the triplets and i admire them dearly but i am not in the fandom. this fight was for reia and reia only as i know they would do that and more for me given the chance. i apologized in the authors asks because they don’t accept dms for whatever may have been offensive as i so genuinely did not mean to directly hurt anyones feelings and i didn’t think what i said would. i made a mistake in the way that i approached the situation and i have stated that countless times. the slurs and name calling in my inbox was absolutely outrageous as i said NOTHING to warrant that kind of reaction. my criticism was on the fanfic topic and the fans who feel they have the right to be so involved with the triplets (in general not the author!). i’ve realized that i could explain myself until my lips turned blue and they wouldn’t care cause they just want to reply to the initial post where it looked like i and/or reia was being disrespectful. we both apologized of our own volition, we are not mean spirited people, reia’s post was made in the heat of the moment and mine was an, albeit poor attempt at trying to expand further. the apologies made were not cause we got caught or “in trouble” as soon as i saw that she was offended by my post i tried to reconcile it and that was before all the hate poured in. ive blocked the accounts involved on my main blog and im working out how to do it on this on as well cause this feels like really trivial drama to be sacrificing mine and others peace for.

so again; to Vante i sincerely apologize for the way my post came off i didn’t intend it as an attack on you or your character. i think the fic itself was good i just don’t agree on the topic but again im not your mamma so thats not my business. my business was reia and im sorry but i do not feel bad for being on her side and i’d do it again because thats my ride or die. all my posts have been taken down. i left my comments just incase anyone needed explanations but im not dealing with this anymore.

[reiashiftsrealities]

Dear Reia I am slow to anger but I toe the line As I reckon with the effects of your life on mine I look back on where I failed And in every place I checked The only common thread has been your disrespect Now you call me immoral, a dangerous disgrace If you got something to say, name a time and place, face to face I have the honor to be your obedient servant Z dot Rants

Mr. Zipperrants,

I am not the reason no one trusts you

No one knows what you believe

I will not equivocate on my opinion

I have always worn it on my sleeve

Even if I said what you think I said

You would need to cite a more specific grievance

Here's an itemized list of thirty years of disagreements

Hey, I have not been shy

I am just a guy in the public eye

Tryin' a do my best for our republic

I don't wanna fight

But I won't apologize for doing what's right

I have the honor to be your obedient servant

R dot Shifts

[midnight-pomegranates]

This blog serves as a screen and lore dump for my OC in FFXIV, Prei Valentyne, a mad woman turned nightkin. To read her story, I suggest starting at the beginning.

I'm a bit obsessed with gpose so I go where the muse takes me. ♡

Feel free to ask anything, except for WCIF questions. I prefer those to be sent through DM. This blog will forever be a WIP. ♡

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Name: Prei Valentyne Age: Late 80s Race: Viera (Veena) Gender: Female Nameday: 7th Sun, 2nd Umbral Moon Birthplace: Royal City of Rabanastre

Family: Reia Valentyne (MIA)

Other Relationships: -Oflant Vauxciveur, Manservant (Retainer) -Podling, Kidragora -Mummy's Little Monster, Morbol Seedling For more about Prei, keep reading!

Key Notes: -The Echo manifests as psychometric abilities (the ability to gain psychic readings through touching objects or people) that trigger seizures. Because of this, Prei wears gloves 24/7 to avoid touching things with her bare hands. -'Baked Popoto' is her favorite meal. She feasts once or twice a month on this delicacy, which is farmed and prepared by her manservant Oflant. Her choice meal tends to be made of those who will not be missed and sourced from the prison on Aleport. While the meat is a bonus, it's the aether she's after.

-The Kidragora, Podling, is a little creature who follows Prei around as it has grown dependent upon her to feed it and take care of it. Prei has been known to go on a tirade about Podling's whining and screaming, though the kidragora itself is mute and doesn't understand a thing she is saying. It is rather fond of looking at random things that catch its attention, especially when Prei is yelling at it. -Mummy's Little Monster is a morbol seedling snatched from the swamps of the Tangle in Mor Dhona. It may not be illegal (yet) to have one, but the living plant species are known for eating anything and everything while growing so large as to be a danger to persons and creatures that should cross its path. Prei, in the meantime, has found that it serves as an effective way to dispose of the experiments and 'leftovers' that cannot otherwise be destroyed by regular means. That it will eventually outgrow its home and become a danger to everyone is of no matter to Prei.

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Minors DNI

SFW / NSFW (Horror-related scenes and imagery)

Note from Eleanora: Prei is an antagonistic character. She is abrasive, rude, and can be difficult to interact with as she single-minded and focused on her goals. As a villain-lite character, she possesses very few redeemable qualities and I don't expect her to be liked IC. Just please understand that her actions, comments, and behavior are not a reflection of me, her player, and are purely written as a means to tell her story. In addition, neither Prei nor myself will use RP as a veil to discriminate real-life persons or to disparage others based on sex, gender, orientation, religion, skintone, race, etc.; nor will I as her writer do so in real or in this blog.

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This Blog oc: prei valentyne - screenshots prei lore - writing, OC lore prei aesthetic - aesthetic tag gallery - a collection of every screenshot

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[xlucygraysongbirdx]

What is your book about?

Hi! I don't really know how you knew I was writing a book, aside from my writing posts but I've been writing fanfiction for the longest time😂 but I appreciate your ask!!

It's hard to summarise the book when I'm still in the very early stages. It's based in Reia, the only island left on the planet with a population of 3,589. The story follows Iah Chase, who is at the age where she has to choose her career and swear loyalty to the king. Until she meets Ophelia, a girl haunted by her past and swears she will never stand in front of the king to swear her loyalty. There's talk of a rebellion rising and an unknown island of the banished civilians of Reia, they set out on an adventure together to find the island and start an uprising against the king.

This is very vague, but I tried my best as I didn't want to give too much of the story away! And it's in the very early stages, there's not even a first draft yet! But I hope you like the sounds of it 😊

[kithtaehyung]

REIA BEST GIRL I LOVE YOU

Reia: Wait. Reia: Me?? Reia (surprised): Dang, thank you? I don't even know what to say. Reader: You are best girl. Reia (head in hands): I didn't even expect to be here. Reader: Why not? They love you! Reia: Thank you.. You're all so.. Yeah. Reia (smiles): I love you, too.

--

3tan ask/tell requests: open!

[writingmoth]

🌑 New moon - Who is your most mysterious character? Are they different from what people assume?

hmm i'd say reia from #antisnowwhite. she is the mc's mortal enemy (also his stepmother) and it takes a looooooooooong time for her real motivations/personality to become known (both to the mc and the reader). she's a complicated person and since she's also a queen everyone has an idea of what she really is. not many get to see the real reia, though.

thank you for the ask!!

[threetangerines]

Hi ryen!! Been some time since I dropped by, but I saw this and immediately thought of 3tan for some reason😂 the middle finger (affectionate)😭 at first I only thought of oc&yoongi ofc but as I was typing this ask i realized that it feels like this is the dynamic of every single friendship in the fic and i love it

🌌

Lmfaoooo😭😭😭 this is the perfect scenario for any dynamic in 3tan HAHAHA

People pro-middle finger:

Yoongi to Jimin, hands down, even though he figures it out lmfaoooooo

Jimin to Taehyung, which is how he decided to show it to Yoongi in the first place because he was not gonna be the only dumb one

Dom to reader, who does it right back and they cackle

Bro to reader, and it took reader five tries to get him to even pay attention and try it

Rohan to Yuri, who laughs immediately and hugs him in response

Jia to anyone LOL

People that would Get It:

Yuri without thinking

Reia with a little bit of thinking and with a quiet tap

Namjoon would scrunch his brows and then go “ah ok” before getting it, then focus back on whatever he was doing

Seokjin immediately and scoffs before going on with his day

Hoseok immediately and does multiple hearts

Shiv would try his damned best lmfao but he would be excited after getting it

Yoongi with reader but he instead holds their hand for Maximum Victory LMAO

[fallen-hq]

eu poderia vir fora do anônimo, mas fico sem graça kkk queria registrar aqui o grande apreço que tenho por vocês Febe e Reia, é difícil me sentir tão bem em um rp assim logo de cara e vcs me fizeram sentir isso antes mesmo de aplicar, e continuam fazendo. queria deixar aqui tbm um abraço bem quentinho para todos os players do rp, mesmo que eu não tenha falado, plotado ou interagido com todos, vocês são incríveis e simplesmente amo todos os chars ❤️

Eu tô completamente apaixonada por essa ask!!!!! Nossa intenção é ser receptiva e braços abertos a todos vocês! Esperamos que vocês entendam que também somos gente e que somos mega atrapalhadas, mas faremos tudo que está no nosso alcance pra deixar vocês o mais confortáveis possíveis. Isso é o que a gente mais quer nesse jogo. Obrigada por todas as aplicações E JÁ TÔ ESPERANDO AS NOVAS RESERVAS HEIN, tá cheio de char aberto!!!!!! Obrigada de coração meu bem <3 tô de coração cheio lendo isso

como pode ficar triste com a ask anterior se recebemos essa junto???? eu juro! só tenho a agradecer e sei que a réia também. e eu sempre digo, gente, a ideia desse rp foi um SURTO. depois de 97 anos nós duas voltamos a conversar e em um dia saiu a conversa assim: nossa e se a gente fizer um rp de deuses amaldiçoados rsrs brincadeira. VAMO? VAMO!!! Ok, mas tem que abrir depois do dia 2, que vou estar viajando. beleza!!!

corta pro dia 02: a central quase pronta e dia 03 a gente escrevendo os skeletons e surtando. lançamos dia 05, dia 07 abrimos, e hoje estamos com 39 personagens e contando (a ideia era ser 20 pois achávamos que ninguém ia aplicar, só nós kkkkkkk).

de verdade, obrigada por essa ask, fiquei animada num tanto que você não tem ideia! e faço das suas palavras aos players, as minhas também!

[dumbbitchdoestwitch]

We came, we saw & now there's a baby

Let me start by saying the post is brought to you by my current fever and my latest dose of robitussin. We're gonna talk about monster cock again but significantly less because tbh there was a lot less of it in the second Opal Reyne book. Spoilers ahead~

This is a long one and I don't have enough steam to shorten it soo strap in!

The second book is called A Soul to Heal (ASH) and I liked it - in some ways more than A Soul to Keep (ASK) and in other ways, a lot less. First of all, ASH has soooo much lore! Which is freaking amazing! I love it! Give me ALL the lore!!! I'll take it any way I can get it every day and twice on Sundays.

It's definitely still a horny book too but with a lot less pay off. Realistically, we have a ton of sexual tension and only a little bit of monster fucking. Part of that is by necessity for the characters & some of it feels like it’s to give room to explore a different dynamic.

In ASH, our characters have a very different situation than what we had in ASK. For one, our fmc, Delora, was tied up and tossed into the Veil as punishment for killing her husband and his mistress. Unfortunately, the mistress happened to be the mayor's daughter and the mayor felt he needed to use Delora as an example to solidify his power. Since Delora ended up in the Veil very much not by choice, she needed a bit more time to adjust to her relationship with a Duskwalker. Not that Reia had like the most choice either but slightly different than being tossed in, bound and gagged.

Anyhow so Delora falls into the Veil, lands on top of a Duskwalker just as that Duskwalker is wishing the perfect human for him would fall from the sky. The Duskwalker, who later is named Magnar by Delora, figures out how to heal Delora's injuries simply because he wants to learn something Orpheus doesn't know yet and because he finds Delora beautiful and wants her to be his bride. Once healed, Delora gives her soul to Magnar pretty much on the basis that she's going through some shit. She's sitting with a lot of self-loathing due to her recent double homicide and figures handing over her soul can't be any worse.

Just like Reia before her, once her soul is handed over, Delora becomes a creature in between life and death - a phantom. This enables her to have a physical form that bleeds and can die, a nonphysical form much like a ghost that can't be injured, and enables her to "respawn" on her Duskwalker in the event of death or if they are too far apart for over 24hrs. Regardless, after some run-ins with local demons, Magnar decides it would be best to move from his cave to the house he's been working on building. There, he has his personal protection ward covering the home and surrounding forests, and he can keep his precious bride, and her soul, safe.

The relationship in this one is a bit different because Magnar doesn't have as much humanity as Orpheus from the first book. Magnar is still very "green" to his urges and how to care for a human and communicate his needs and understand theirs. However, I will say their love is soft and tentative which was a beautiful contrast to their rough circumstances. I definitely preferred Orpheus but if you like cinnamon roll monsters who are absolute beasts in the sheets (err nest?), then Magnar might be more your speed.

For the monster fucking itself - it's a mixed bag. The scenes themselves are very well-crafted. That certainly remains constant. They're also very primal and passionate which is a nice contrast from the soft/tentative relationship we see during the day. The only one that rubbed me the wrong way (pun intended) was the first one. For me personally, that first steamy scene is a little rough because it feels like Delora may be taking advantage of Magar's naivety a bit. This thought is even brought up in Delora's perspective (because just like the first book - Reyne really tries to address everything). Later, we see this isn't really the case, but, initially, it feels conflicting. I will say that inner conflict is also a large part of the scene for Delora, so maybe it's a big plus that the emotion comes through so strongly. Take that as you will and definitely give it a read if you like your monster fucking to have ~layers~

Now, being unaware Magnar would need the knowledge so quickly (& because Magnar was hiding his bride on purpose), Orpheus failed to share the spell for preventing pregnancy. So as many such unprotected nights of passion before it, this one leads to a baby. As we learn from the Owl Witch (a guiding being for the Duskwalker's in both books), the pregnancy will be extremely fast and exceptionally difficult for Delora.

After a short, uncomfortable pregnancy, out comes baby Fyodor who immediately tries to eat Delora because they are, surprise, surprise, a baby Duskwalker. At this point, we learn very clearly that Duskwalkers are born without features, genderless, insatiably hungry, and very triggered by the scent of blood. Some of this information isn't new, but, with a partially human mother who just gave birth, it makes Fyodor very dangerous. There's a sizeable section after this that reads like a recounting of a kind of post-partum depression stemming from Delora's fear of her child and her rapid pregnancy, but, from there on, the majority of the story is about raising Fyodor and finding out where Duskwalkers come from.

I will say that throwing a baby in the mix is not my favorite way for a monster fucker book to turn, but it definitely did sate my need for more lore about this exceptionally built-out world. We learn so fucking much about the world as Delora and Magnar navigate it together, and it's absolutely a wonderful way to get a crash course of the world it all fits into.

I also deeply appreciate how much these books set each other up. It always feels so organic when they introduce the next Duskwalker, and I really can't wait to read the next one. I'd also like to add that it was also lovely to see Orpheus and Reia again - so gosh darn cute and in love, and to see Orpheus step into a big brother role for Magnar. So, if you like your monster fucking with a crap ton of lore, love watched a sweet, soft love grow and don't mind having a little bit of a slow burn while our mc's are raising Fyodor, I'd highly recommend diving into A Soul to Heal.