#this valentines event is absolutely wild

[atsuwumus]

UM... WHAT ?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN RAFAYEL ?!

[chrollohearttags]

the morning after • reiner braun

mornings with your husband are always fun but the one after valentines is rather eventful!

playful banter, flashbacks to heavy smut, chubby reiner, plus size black reader, mentions of anal play/toys, breeding, squirting and other slutty tings, daddy’s used, reiner being aggravating as hell 😭

word count: 1.6K

📝: goes without saying but this is so self indulgent bc why not? I need him biblically, carnally and physically. I also need to engage in hand to hand combat with him one good time.

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the scene was a chaotic one..a messy one indeed!..

once crispy white sheets strewn about the floor, pillows tossed to the wayside. Expensive clothing with designer tags torn to shreds as they lie in a pile in the corner near the nightstand. All a result of one thing or rather..one person in particular.

“Mmm, good morning, sugar. You look beautiful—“

“Mm, good morning to you too, sir.”

two very starkly contrasting reactions from a couple who shared equal blame in this very erratic mess that was the master bedroom of your two story ranch home. You stood before the bathroom mirror, silk robe tied around your body to match the bonnet atop your head..plumpness swaying with each step underneath as you picked at your face. Examining the aftermath of last night’s wild antics. It was Valentine's Day and to say it was your most eventful yet would be a gross understatement. Dinner in the city, giant bouquets of roses, a night at the theater, lavish gifts provided by your doting husband and of course…intense, filthy love making to end the evening. You couldn’t have asked for a more ideal night. However, you had felt the effects of what transpired and saw them too.

“What’s with the grumpy face? Why do you sound like that?” The thick country accent spouted before it was quickly overcome with loud cackling as he doubled over into the sheets. The doting husband in question was none other than Reiner Braun. Retired NFL star turned rancher and the source of your early morning headache. That was the beauty of marriage. Having that one person you could not live without but definitely could use a day or two of break away from them! And this man was no exception to the rule. “I don’t know, you tell me! You must know since you’re laughing so damn hard.” Already, he had worked you into a tizzy and you hadn’t been awake more than ten minutes at this point. Getting up to relieve yourself and examine the damage he had done. You had lash extensions that had seemed to sweat out, a slight indentation in your neck from the collar you so quickly allowed him to place around your neck and your hair? God only knew what bird’s nest was underneath this bonnet. You could’ve killed him for his little cacklefest and making light of your very distressed condition. But truthfully, you had no one else to blame but yourself. Truth was, you two brought out the absolute worst in one another. Not by way of toxic behaviors or tumultuous fights but your filthy desires. Things that you would’ve never tried or even thought of prior to meeting each other in the bedroom, all manifested once you were together. Sexual fantasies beyond anyone’s comprehension and your dirtiest secrets all shared right here. You let it all happen and consequences be damned. Enjoying each other in such carnal ways, often led to things like this transpiring and Reiner found it more and more amusing each time.

“Just pull it off, I’m sure it’s not that bad. I bet you look adorable.” “Oh, kiss my ass, Reiner! You know my hair is messed up and you’re to blame.” Shouting at your husband as he tried to conceal his laughter behind a pillow because he had already caught a glimpse of your very altered state and decided to commentate the occasion with a photo of you all disheveled; hair tousled like that of a rooster, one breast dangling from your tank top and drool coming from your mouth as you slept set to his Lock Screen..needless to say, you were not moved! “Oh it’s defintely fucked up. But ya’ look so cute! And your tits?..look amazing.” Which was of little consolation to you! But just how had this insane night come to pass? Well, you guys could only attribute it to one thing..

flashback: the night before

“Right there, baby? C’mon..moan for me.”

“Yes! Right there, take it! Fuck..”

loud, rambunctious movements sounded off from beyond the walls of your bedroom. The heavy headboard smacking against the wall as your husband’s rough hands grasped at it for leverage. Holding himself steady as he slammed into you repeatedly. Consistently deep yet sporadic thrusts filled your core with no plans to cease anytime soon. Sweat beaded from your forehead and your makeup coursed down your face like that of a stream as it melted off from the intense session. That thick, burly frame stood over your own..perspiring as well but still as energized as ever and determined to put you through this mattress! In his opposite hand, he brandished a pink leash to match the collar tied around your throat and tugged tighter to keep you reigned in. His own gift for the occasion. Along with that skin tight, latex lingerie you were sporting. Thrashing you around on his cock with brute force but you didn’t complain and in fact, begged him relentlessly for more!

“Give me that fucking pussy..open it up—thereee ya’ go.”

nodding and gliding his tongue across his lips as you placed those long acrylics to your asscheeks and spread yourself open for more working room and his viewing pleasure!…exposing that bejeweled, heart shaped plug that your other hole was sucking on at the moment. Fluttering with each thrust as those creamy strings leaked down onto it. He couldn’t get enough and neither could you, quite honestly. It felt incredible and Reiner was going to spend all night if he had to..making certain that you were well fucked and satisfied. Even if you had to crawl the next morning. Tugging that collar once more, he’d prompt you to open your mouth before filling it with spit and demanding that you rub it on your center. “That’s right, look at me when you rub that clit, sweetheart. I wanna see your pretty face when you come on this dick.” Watching and listening to you writhe and whine as you worked yourself into yet another orgasm. “I’m gonna come, daddy! Please…keep—fucking me, just like that. Just like that!” Your leg trembled whilst it dangled over his shoulder blade. Being laced with soft kisses on both your ankle and instep. His lips curled into a maniacal smile as he watched his dumb, fucked out little slut work herself into another climax. Having come a total of three times already. Once by his fingers in the living room, for a second time when he ate your pussy until tears dripped down your face and for a third now.

“T-take some ou—“ “Not a fucking chance, baby. If you wanna squirt, I suggest you do it with me inside you or hold it in. Your only choice.”

he was pounding into your core, swallowed up by that overwhelming tightness that was your cunt and Reiner did not want to pull out. Having already stuffed you with one hefty load, he wanted—no, needed to give you more! More of that healthy nut that spilled down onto the sheets and your little asshole as he fucked it out of you and brought you to your peak again. He could sense the sheer desperation on your gorgeous face; heaving and crying as you pawed at his once toned six pack. Replaced by a solid yet rounder core but still just as sexy as ever. Blonde stubble grazing your cheek as he leaned down to shove his tongue into your mouth. Sloppy, nasty pecks complete with light taps to your cheek and a palm residing on your forehead as he continued drilling you. “I said come, princess. I know it’s big but you can handle it, right?” Nodding profusely to sate his desire but alas, he wasn’t finished..not by a long shot. Rubbing profusely, (y/n) released a shrill cry as you let juices splatter all over his torso. The sounds of flowing liquids going on in spurts as he pumped that squirt out of your body.

“Good girl, I knew I could depend on you.” Cackling once more as he made one more move, one that would send shockwaves throughout your body. Tugging out that plug, he’d swiftly take its place before you had time to react both mentally and physically. Whispering into your ear:

“So I’ll reward you by fucking this pretty little ass of yours. Let’s see how you take it.”

end flashback

“You’re impossible, you know that? Got me looking a fucking mess…” mumbling off to yourself and smacking your teeth as you picked at your eyes in the mirror. Even so, he was still getting his fair share of cackles from your suffering! “Nonsense, you’re beautiful, poundcake..no matter what. Nothing could change that. If it makes you feel better, you can just take the black card and whatever you need redone, just go get it.” his statement seemed so sincere but alas, it wouldn’t last long and your adorable pout soon shifted to a deadpan scowl. “Thank you, papa—“ “..yeah, it’s something about the way you slobber when you’re snoring all loud that’s just so..sexy.” Mockingly chewing at his lip and narrowing his eyes. “Please, go to hell.” Tossing a nearby roll of tissue in his direction before he shielded it with a pillow. “I can’t yet. But I can go to Krispy Kreme. You want something?” It was official, you were locked in for the long haul with this man but you wouldn’t want it any other way!

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

02/13/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Kudoboard; CaseyBloys/David Zaslav Shenanigans; Cast&CrewSightings; Samba Schutte; Con O'Neill; Ruibo Qian; Wendy Andersen; In Person Events; WatchParties; LubeAsACrew; People of Earth; Articles; Netflix WooAsACrew; Love Notes;

== Kudoboard Last Chance ==

Throwing this up top so you don't forget-- anyone who wants to add anything to the Kudoboard please message me tonight so I can get you the password to post. I'll be up for the next two hours so we've still got time.

== Casey Bloys ==

Whelp, Casey Bloys stepped in it again by posting an article by The Wrap about how True Detective was the most watched season on max. As you can imagine, a good chunk of the crew started calling BS on that, what with the Parrot Analytics stats from yesterday. Well, some of our favorite hashtags started trending this morning... #OhBloysHeMad and #TheNumbersWereThere

And in case you needed to see some more data that Bloys was full of crap--- Thank you to our dear friend @quirkysubject for pulling in Rotten Tomatoes Average Tomato-meter Ranking in with the Parrot Analytics Data in this awesome chart!

Not terribly long after, apparently the comments on The Wrap article really started to irritate ol Casey boy because he turned off comments on the post.

BUUUUUUT Our dear crewmate @spanishjenkies was kind enough to save a video before hand! So there's evidence of the trolling. Visit their twitter thread here.

Some of the crew has decided to go a bit further with the glorious Passive Aggression and started sending Casey Bloys gifts! @single_cat_mom sent him a Casio Compact Calculator to help him with his future numbers!

Annnnd our crewmate @ofmooshd got a cockroach at the zoo named after ol Casey Bloys!

Truly legendary levels of Polite Menacing today, m'dears! What a day!

In other WB/Max related news:

Did you know there's a petition to get this ... person... fired? If you wanted to sign that, here you go: Only if you wanted to of course.

== Cast & Crew Sightings ==

= Samba BTS =

Samba went hog wild today with the BTS, some lovely folks on tumblr posted the videos. (THANK YOU SAMBA!)

Just a couple of highlights, please visit this post to see all the pictures. You can also visit Samba's IG.

BTS Video 1: Cast Reading - ty @fuckyeahworldoftaika,

BTS Video 2: Con & Rhys - @fuckyeahizzyhands

BTS Video 3: Izzy Flipping the Bird - @fuckyeahizzyhands

= Con O' Neill =

As usual, our favourite Unicorn, Con O'Neill is over here supporting the hell out of the saveOFMD effort and sharing the Parrot Analytics results.

= Ruibo Qian =

Our Venerable Pirate Queen Ruibo Qian is back on Instagram with more inspiring words for us.

= Wendy Andresen for #TaikaTuesday =

So I know that normally #TaikaTuesday is a thirst factory (and don't worry it still was) but I just had to make a shoutout to our absolute gem Wendy Andresen (one of our Red Flag crew) for posting a picture of her pup Peanut cosplaying as Taika for #TaikaTuesday.

For those of you unfamiliar with the reference shirt:

She was kind enough to post more too when asked!

I adore how much she supports the #SaveOFMD effort and she is always a delight to chat with. Sending all the love her way! <3

== In-Person Events! ==

Today at the Our Flag Means Death Matelotage Processional several of our crewmates came out in costume with signs and showed support at the WB Gates! Thanks to all the crew who attended! Thank you @aimeekitty for sharing these pictures! Their IG and Twitter

== Watch Parties ==

= Lube As A Crew =

It's baaaaack! Valentine's Day: 4PM PST, 8 PM ET, 12:00 AM GMT S1 Ep 8, 9 10 with @astroglideofficial

If you've bought Astroglide recently please consider doing some reviews! They would love the support. You can @Astroglide and use #ReviewAsACrew

As you can imagine, the memes are back too <3

== Feb 15: Uncle Season 1 ==

This is mainly for UK folks but non-uk folks are welcome to vpn in as well! Here's an article on how to join via vpn!

Thurs 02/15/2024 + Friday 02/15/2024 - GMT - 8 PM, ET - 3 PM, PST - 12pm

WatchParty Hashtags:

#ForTheNewUncle

#SaveOFMD

#AdoptOurCrew

== People Of Earth S1 Ep 5, 6 ==

#PiratesOfEarth has been going great these last couple days! Thank you again to @iamadequate1 for organising it! Next episode 5 and 6 tomorrow the 14th! at 10PM GMT / 5PM EST / 4PM CST / 2 PM PST /

== Netflix #WooAsACrew Video ==

More love for the streaming platforms! 🌹💕🐙 Vocals: @sgtbeatlespotter Video: @giulianaazr on Twitter

== Updated #WooAsACrew Calendar! ==

Looks like tomorrow the goal is to WOO FX! Twitter / Instagram / Tumblr Tomorrow is also a great day to be creative! Make some cakes! Or flowers, or drawings! Anything! Let's see some sweet stuff!

== Articles ==

Have we seen this one? I can't remember anymore, some more Parrot Analytics from January. Ty to @drcfxtina on discord for sharing!

== Uk Crew Updates ==

Thank you to @queerly-autistic for capturing this! Guess who's front and center on the top recommendations? You guessed it! OFMD!

== Love Notes ==

Hey there lovelies!! Guess what time it is? I've had too much caffeine and I've taken my adhd meds on time so I'm Here, Queer, and ready to Cheer!

Look at everything you all did today! Do you see this list? And that's just a minuscule coverage of the pure polite chaos that ensued! I literally cannot add any more pictures because just so much has happened. We are 36 days in the Gravy Basket and you all are just ramping things up!

The tenacity, and creativity of this crew never ceases to amaze me!

There are more fundraisers in the works... (I'll post more when I know more) there's a slew of events, watch parties, and pure camaraderie everywhere! Everyone's making amazing memes, and artwork and fics! Seriously, you all should be proud of yourselves!

Not to mention, some of the most important things of all-- I am seeing SO MUCH SELF CARE. You are reaching out to the crew for support, you're taking days off, you're having fun and being creative for you... getting back to pet projects and doing things you enjoy!

You all are doing SO WELL. You are kicking ass, don't forget that! We'll have our down days, but no matter what you are making waves all over the place, bringing positive things to this world! As a side note, I wanted to mention, I know tomorrow can be a tough day for a lot of people. It can be lonely, or bring up good or bad memories. Please be sure to reach out to your crew for love if you're struggling. We love you, and even if it's a platonic love, it's overflowing here for you. You are wonderful, and we want to send you all the love we can.

That being said, I'm gonna end tonight with another note from @thelatestkate that I needed to hear a lot recently so I'm gonna share it with you too <3

You got this! Sending so much love m'dears!

== Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika ==

These were the two gifs that murdered me today so I hope you enjoy. These goofy buggers always make my day.

Rhys Src: @bizarrelittlemew Taika Src: @ofmd-ann

[sealz888]

I'd love to hear some Hancock headcanons if you have any!

ANON. I AM SO SORRY FOR PULLING A CENTRELINK ON YOU. THIS WAS SENT TO ME IN FUCKING JANUARY 20TH IT'S NOW MARCH IM SO SORRY. HERE THEY ARE. I DON'T HAVE A LOT BUT HERE MY ANON, TAKE THEM.

John Hancock

Definitely believes in your family is the friends you make not the one you’re born with.

Definitely had chem problems as a teenager, they put him into rehab and it sort of worked

Knew Nick Valentine even as a kid. They’re pretty solid friends, but sees Nick as a father figure.

Deep down always respected ghouls, especially pre-war ghouls. To survive one of the most horrific events in history, loose all your skin (or hair), still live but be in immense pain. Live with the knowledge that all your loved ones are dead, all the pre-war comforts gone with them. Then to be hunted and persecuted by a few groups just for simply existing. Awful. And did I *mention the long ass life?* His respect for them only skyrocketed after the anti-ghoul law was implemented.

Has an intense fascination and interest in pre-war artifacts and culture, but, doesn’t care about history, being drawn to John Hancock was just a random fluke. He often hangs around pre-war ghouls in hopes they’d tell him a story or two.

He’s always been incredibly rowdy, and the parties he’d throw in diamond city? Absolutely insane and wild. They even got wilder once he became Mayor of Goodneighbor. 

Genuinely did not care for history sober, but on mentats? oh boy…. He took some mentats before he took that radiation chem hence his John Hancock persona. 

Here’s a particular headcanon about the drug he took: it was produced by West-tek was trialled as a chemo drug, however, it was actually a drug to learn more about ghoulification. As we already know, there were two instances of people going ghoul pre-war, and I’d assume that there were many more (notably the nuclear summer of New York, the nuking of the Middle East and even as far back as Hiroshima and Nagasaki. If i’ve made a mistake or forgot to mention any particular pieces of lore let me know) People definitely knew about ghoulification, or- the government and corporations, but they managed to keep it hush hush and convinced people that they were rumours. Anyway, this drug was trialled on stage 4 and 5 cancer patients to see if ghoulification could reverse cancer or pre-existing illness. 

[mischievous-marchie]

A little Jerome x Reader for @worri-wort! This one's part of a Valentine gift exchange in the Arkham Asylum Discord server. I may have gone a bit over the word limit. Hope you enjoy. Happy Valentine's Day!

Wild Card

Jerome Valeska x Reader - Mostly SFW(vaguely suggestive), small space/proximity, making out, caught in the act, most of this is buildup and banter until the end

🔞Minors DNI🔞

The job seemed simple enough on paper. You and Jerome would attend the Wayne Enterprises Valentine's ball disguised as a wealthy couple. As it was a masquerade event, concealing your identities wouldn't be an issue.

The scheduled speech for the evening would provide the cover you both needed to sneak away from the event and reach the security room. From there, it was a simple matter of waiting for the others, and finally putting your hostile takeover of the building into action. Easy.

Or... So you had thought.

Jerome had his own plans, far less subtle than what you'd been told. Given who he was and what he was like, maybe you shouldn't have been surprised. But as he shot the emcee in the head and dragged you on stage with him, you had to question just what he was thinking. But you didn't get to ask as a dramatic speech and the reveal of his own gunmen in the crowd soon led to a successful hostage situation.

Until it wasn't.

So much had transpired, your mind was racing, and now Jerome was dragging you through the corridor as the GCPD had, somewhere along the line, gained the upper hand. The next thing you knew, you found yourself hiding in a supply closet, chest-to-chest with your absolute wildcard of a partner.

"Why?" You asked bitterly.

"Why what?"

You almost wanted to slap that shit-eating grin off his stupid face. It hadn't left him once, even as the tide turned against you. "Why couldn't you just stick to the plan?"

"I did," he cackled. "My plan!"

You sighed and buried your face in your hands. Already, this conversation had exhausted you. "Yeah well... Could've at least let me in on the joke," you mumbled, barely audible. A long silence passed between you, and when he finally broke it, it wasn't quite what you were expecting.

"Wanna make out?"

"I'm sorry!?"

"It's okay, I forgive you," he snickered. The unamused look you gave him in response prompted him to sigh and roll his eyes. "Look. It's Valentine's Day, we're at a party, you're my date..."

"Fake date."

"Okay, okay! Fake date. But this whole thing..." With what limited space he had, he gestured between the two of you. "I mean it doesn't have to be."

You could only stare at him, speechless as you realized he was being serious. Not something you were used to in your interactions with him, but at the moment... Well, you had to admit, it wasn't completely unwelcome. As vexing as he could be at times, there was an undeniable attraction there.

"So?" He asked again. "You wanna make out?"

"...Y-yeah! Okay!"

No sooner did he have your consent than he moved in, his lips on yours. Dry and a little rough, but eager. As if he'd been waiting for this moment the whole night. In truth, he had. Although, as much as he enjoyed the proximity, a dimly lit supply closet wasn't quite what he had in mind.

Less than ideal circumstances aside, you reciprocated with an equal passion. Your fingers brushed the scars on one side of his face, and it was all the signal he needed to wrap his arms around your waist and(somehow), draw you in closer.

It was as his tongue began to probe your lips that the door swung wide open. "GCPD! You're under arrest!"

"Don't you know how to knock?" Jerome mocked as one of the cops grabbed and cuffed him, another doing the same to you. Your moment of intimacy had been cut short.

"Cock blocked by the GCPD. Who'd a thunk?" But Jerome wouldn't let it dampen his spirits. "Don't worry, babe. We'll finish this in Arkham."

The smile and sly wink he gave you as he spoke... As you were being taken away, you could feel your face begin to heat up. The smile and sly wink he gave you told you all you needed to know. That this wasn't an offer or mere flirtation, but a promise.

[twistnet]

kinktober masterlist — 2022

going to pin this for a while, so if you’re looking for the navigation ⇢ go here

“i think they should be absolutely terrified of you...”

welcome all to another year of kinktober! just like with the previous year, random names were drawn from my character list using the wheel of death and were matched with a prompt that fit that chosen character!

⋯ ✧ PROMPTS ; prompts were chosen from this [ post ] by @the-purity-pen​​ ; these are pure smut, meaning 18+ only [ minors do not interact! ] — you can block #twistnet :: kinktober 2022 if you do not wish to see

⋯ ✧ EXPECTATIONS ; all works are 500-1000 words, with little to no plot -- just plain ole smut [ gn!readers, afab!readers + female!readers; will be listed in warnings + tags ]

⋯ ✧ NOTICES ; things to keep in mind

all kinks, pairings + readers were chosen by me; based entirely off what i felt comfortable writing. if anything from the below list makes you uncomfortable, i strongly advise you not to read it

ageless blogs // minors interacting with this post, or any of the linked posts, will be blocked

this post will serve as the masterlist for the event + days will be updated with links upon posting

day one. 69 — pete mitchell x fem!reader

day two. floor sex — stella kidd x afab!reader

day three. glove kink — dmitri ‘enzo’ antonov x fem!reader

day four. missionary — jim street x gn!reader

day five. leather // latex — jill valentine x fem!reader

day six. cockwarming — matt murdock x gn!reader

day seven. costumes — robin buckley x fem!reader

day eight. voice kink — druig x gn!reader

day nine. double penetration — cobb vanth x din djarin x fem!reader

day ten. creampie — bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw x gn!reader

day eleven. erotic photos — abby anderson x fem!reader

day twelve. exhibitionism // voyuerism — steve harrington x fem!reader + eddie munson

day thirteen. face-sitting // fucking — kim burgess x afab!reader

day fourteen. love bites // markings — dani powell x fem!reader

day fifteen. overstimulation — jake ‘hangman’ seresin x fem!reader

day sixteen. bath // shower sex — vi x fem!reader

day seventeen. pegging — scott lang x afab!reader

day eighteen. lingerie — nancy wheeler x fem!reader

day nineteen. masturbation — alexei smirnoff x afab!reader

day twenty. mirror sex — tom ‘iceman’ kazansky x fem!reader

day twenty-one. praise kink — robert ‘bob’ floyd x fem!reader

day twenty-two. phone sex — javier peña x female!reader

day twenty-three. orgasm denial — leonard ‘wolfman’ wolfe x gn!reader

day twenty-four. outdoor sex — ellie williams x fem!reader

day twenty-five. sex pollen — stephen strange x gn!reader

day twenty-six. wax play — nora fowler x afab!reader

day twenty-seven. sensory deprivation — fennec shand x fem!reader

day twenty-eight. strap-ons — chris alonso x afab!reader

day twenty-nine. body worship — natasha ‘pheonix’ trace x fem!reader

day thirty. temperature play — robbie reyes x gn!reader

day thirty-one. wild card — robert hicks x afab!reader

thank you and please enjoy!

~ love twisty

[adelaidedrubman]

“How about we put that pretty mouth of yours into good use, hm?” for JohnJess, please? Hopefully whatever sin occurs isn't used to terrorize Mary May for once lmao - fourlittleseedlings

HI MOLLY thank you for sending this in, apologies for what i decided to do with it. everyone give it up for the bad head valentine’s day event! at least mary may is spared. 

summary: jessie agrees to finally hookup at john’s place for valentine’s day, he thanks her by bringing his a-game. (“how about we put that pretty mouth of yours into good use, hm?” + john x jestiny | set in the pre/no reaping au (although frankly it doesn’t match the timeline of the “get off my lawn” verse proper) | bad head valentine’s day event )

wordcount: 4.6k 

warnings: explicit nsfw. alcohol. verbal berating. johnjess typical power struggles and creepy behavior (including brief references to stalking type activities), general toxicity. bad head. terrible, horrible, no good, very bad head. john says a praise kink and degradation kink can coexist peacefully, actually. love wins 

Stepping into Seed Ranch had felt quite uncannily like stepping into the lion’s den. 

Or some kind of animal’s den, she had thought with a shudder upon entering and casting her gaze about to pick out each piece of imposing taxidermy placed around the expanse of the main room, the towering bears and hunkered down wolves successfully creating the illusion of being closed in by a viciously tacky pack of wild animals. 

Although perhaps the predatory air of the place radiated strongest from the homeowner himself — and the annoyingly victorious grin that had fixed onto his face the moment the doors safely closed behind her, bearing distinct resemblance to an understimulated housecat convincing itself it had caught an impressive prey in the form of a cheap toy mouse thrown across the room.

Because it had been a truly trivial prize; an astoundingly empty victory she’d chosen to hand the man — finally agreeing, after months of stubborn standoff regarding the particulars of where they carried out their ill-defined and ill-advised affair, to for once go to his place. 

A concession she’d only granted due to, well, the timing. 

And by that she did not — absolutely not, by any stretch — mean because it was Valentine’s Day. 

In fact, she hadn’t even realized it did happen to be February 14th until well into the evening, upon strolling into a strangely packed Spread Eagle — and noticing a moment later (as it were too late), after fighting her way to the bar through a crowd of singles flirtatiously offering to buy her a drink, that the back wall was covered in carelessly hung crepe paper hearts, and the man already proudly perched upon a stool at the counter had switched the usual blue tones of his wardrobe (which she knew were a vain attempt to bring out the color of his eyes, by the way) for a dark pink cashmere sweater. 

And once she had already found herself situated there and caught directly in the sticky center of the spider’s web of unfortunate timing, its gossamer threads only wound tighter around her to spell her doom. Primarily in the form of Mary May being so backed up running drinks to the holiday crowd that she didn’t even respond to Jessie’s repeated calls for a craft beer, and without drinking there was precious little else left to entertain or serve as a distraction from the man undergoing his usual work in pestering her. And no distractions meant it was difficult not to engage with him, and if she was going to engage with him she was at least going to engage in a manner that proved pleasurable. 

And from there the factors compounded, all holiday neutral. There was the relative distance of her house near the edge of the county compared to his just outside of town (five minutes, she thought — perhaps she’d found the address and driven by it on occasion just to see how gaudy the place must really be, only to find equally condemnable evidence of poor taste in the fact it couldn’t even be seen from the main road, although a cheap billboard ad with his face plastered on it could). And the distance was a not so insubstantial consideration given the mounds of powdery white Montana winter that coated every mile of the drive, making the meandering trek to her place all the more treacherous, particularly in her 2003 Ford Taurus with last year’s snow tires. 

And the holiday had left the Spread Eagle too full of prying eyes and ears for slinking away still on the property to be a feasible option. And the only other proposed alternative — John’s suggestion they could simply rent a room at King’s Hot Springs Hotel, or perhaps those little chalets along the river — seemed more likely to result in hokey holiday bullshit, foreboding visions of rose petals floating along the frothing surface of hot tubs and room service strawberries dropped into champagne flutes flashing through her mind in dire warning. 

And so after a last failed shout for Mary May to bring her a double of McHelen’s and a whisper in her ear that he had a very nice vintage whiskey back at his place, that was how Jestiny found herself nursing a drink at the very place she’d spent upwards of six months stubbornly avoiding. 

“Can’t believe this is the only fucking whiskey you have,” Jestiny complained with a disparaging glare towards the tumbler filled nearly to the brim with expensive amber liquid. She brought it to her lips as she ascended the stairs, the rich smokiness lavishing itself along her tongue. “Scotch fucking sucks,” she said decidedly, savoring the lingering flavor as its smooth burn faded. “Get some fuckin’ bourbon, a whiskey fucking worth a damn.” 

“I’m happy to start keeping whatever you’d like in stock,” he hummed, curling the fingers threaded in her hair from his place clinging to her back, guiding her through the unfamiliar house while obligingly upholding the illusion she was in lead, herding her through the door to the balcony — she knew he must just want to show off the vista, there was no way he built this stupid place so that he had to go outside every time he wanted to get to the bedroom. “Now that you’re finally visiting.” 

“I’m not gonna be making a fucking habit of it,” she spat back, kicking open the door after he’d tugged her skirt to signal to pause at it, without waiting for the additional permission to enter. “This is a one time only thing, a —” 

“A special occasion,” John offered in agreement, a laugh falling into the cascades of hair he buried his face in. “For the —” 

“It’s not for the fucking holiday,” she spat, shimmying her feet free of her boots and purposefully kicking them into the dead center of the bedroom floor. “It’s ’cause Mary May was ignoring my drink order for some reason.” She punctuated the assertion with a swirling of the scotch in her hand, ice cubes clinking against the glass. “And this place is closer than the next bar.” 

“Of course,” he said, reaching to gently pull the glass from her hand and set it atop the nightstand, then flashing her a smile softened in artifice. “But how would you have known that?” He clicked his tongue against his teeth, cocked his head to the side in equally feigned confusion. “You’ve never been to the place.” 

She shaped the surprised cough catching in her chest into a dismissive grunt, snatching the whiskey back from where he’d placed it. She brought it to her lips, holding her glare at him as she drank in place of an answer. 

“Well, regardless of what I have to thank for the privilege…” He paused, the hand that had been hovering in wait now pulling the glass from her again the moment she lowered it, taking a sip from it himself before placing it back on the table — this time pausing to put a coaster beneath it, now that any suave nonchalance of the gesture was ruined anyways. “I look forward to being able to fuck you on a proper bed for once.” 

She scrunched her nose. “The fuck you talking about?” she asked. “We’ve fucked on a bed plenty of times.” 

The smarmy smile on his face fell with sudden somberness. “We have not.” He shook his head back and forth slowly. “We have not fucked on a bed, not once. We’ve fucked on a mattress —” 

“Oh, Jesus fucking Christ…” 

“— on the floor. With no frame and no box spring,” he continued harping, a complaint she thought she would for once be spared by not going back to her place. “We have never fucked on an actual, proper bed, let alone a —” 

“How about,” she interrupted sharply, gripping his jaw and pulling him towards her, satisfied to see his eyelashes flutter with sudden pleased deference at the action, “you stop doing worthless shit with your mouth like talking?” she suggested, briefly receiving a look of offense from the statement, before she shifted her hand so that his chin rested in her palm, her thumb sliding along his lower lip. “Instead, how about we put that pretty mouth of yours into good use, hm?” 

Before he could answer she shoved the thumb into his mouth, pressing it against his tongue — and any remaining trace of a glare vanished with the ticking of his eyes back up towards his skull as he wilted forward, reaching hands towards her waist and bunching up the fabric of her skirt as he melded his tongue against her finger and bobbed his head forward to purse his lips around the base of her knuckle. 

Her breath hitched, the tingle at the back of her neck sharpening itself into a spark of desire sliding down her spine at the feeling of the plush of his tongue caressing against her thumb as he sucked. She caught herself, pulling it away just as his eyes flicked to her, breaking the seal of his lips with a wet pop. 

“Gladly,” he answered breathily, placing a soft kiss to the pad of her thumb as he stiffened the hands at her hips to push her back onto the mattress. “And since we are for once on a proper bed,” he added, shifting the work of glaring back to her yet again as he lowered himself to his knees, looking up at her once he was settled, “I can finally bring my A-game to it.” 

He ignored her dismissive scoff, reaching for the waistband of her fleece tights and briefs to slip them down her legs at a snail’s pace. He brushed equally slow creeping and feather light touches along her thighs to push her skirt up past their tops, walking the fingers back down with equal teasing delay. She made a point of having her heel make contact with his collarbone as she kicked off the underwear and tights hanging around her ankle, then gave another kick against his back to push him forward as she dropped the leg atop his shoulder. 

“Just fucking bring some game to it already,” she complained, dried gel crunching between her fingers as she pulled at his hair. 

“But I was looking forward to finally savoring it,” he replied, hooking an arm around the leg atop his shoulder to stroke up and down her thigh as he paused to make sure the hungry glint in his eyes was sufficiently visible before he place a single teasing kiss at the crest of her lips. He pinched his brow, slanting upward as he widened his eyes to gaze up at her in some half-baked parody of reverence. “But I suppose if you’re so very needy and impatient…” 

He batted his eyelashes; dropped his jaw for his tongue to flop out, then stretch down along his chin until its tip reached to tangle in his beard. But instead of craning his neck forward to make any contact with her, he shifted back onto his calves and reached a hand towards his belt, unfastening it and guiding his already fully stiffened cock past the fabric. And he stayed there with tongue out, posed as if waiting to receive a communion wafer as he began to give himself a few slow strokes while she remained untouched. 

She furrowed her brow in confusion at the odd display — was this something that had actually done something for someone before? or was it just that no one had ever bothered to tell him he looked ridiculous? 

Regardless, she gave two quick snaps of her fingers, a call of hey to draw his attention before pointing her index between her legs in gesture with a few flicks of her wrist, as if reminding him where the tongue he held out was supposed to go. 

His eyes narrowed, his jaw twitching in impulse to fire back a retort — seeming to realize a second later that it would require retraction of his tongue, shaking off the urge as he finally bent forward to press against her. 

She sighed in some semblance of relief that he had at least gotten started, that she could feel his tongue flush against her. She ran fingers through her hair, closing her eyes as she tried to make sense of his positioning — waiting for the (teasing?) up and down drag of his tongue to come to a stop to be replaced with the familiar sensation of it flexing rigid to dip inside her as a thumb pressed against her clit. 

And waiting. And waiting. And — 

She coughed, opened her eyes to confirm the only progress that had been made was the length of the arc of his head bobbing each time he glided his tongue along her folds, still never managing to make meaningful contact — rubbing shallowly at her entrance at shortest pulses, the bridge of his nose managing to painfully clip the underside of her clit at longest. 

It was one of the latter moves that finally caused her to yelp and shove the heel of her hand against his forehead to push him back. 

“Do you plan on actually reaching anything that matters down there?” she hissed. “Or just bashing your nose against it?”

He shot an offended look between her legs. “I’m working up to it.”

“You’re at least two inches under it!”

“Well, I’m getting to it!” he snapped, wiping the saliva from his mouth onto his sleeve. 

“Then fucking get to it!” she barked, shoving him back between her legs. 

He scoffed, a heavy breath that at least had the mercy of falling against her clit, making her tingle with something close enough to arousal to remember that she had at some point wanted him enough to come home with him. 

Enough that she did feel some small jolt of pleasure as the tip of the tongue he slid past lips made contact with her clit — not moving, once it did, merely tensing against her. 

She scrunched her mouth to the side, trying to make sense of the way he increased pressure without movement, poking against her. His eyes found her, the rest of him remaining completely still save for the slow steady jerks of his arm — he apparently felt as if he should be rewarded for a job well done at least, while his tongue stayed glued in place. 

“What —” as soon as she began to ask the question he answered it in the form of his tongue wagging back and forth — seeming to make a grand spectacle of showing off its range, barely grazing her clit on its path to opposite creases of her thighs. 

She briefly considered just trying to rock along to the ministrations rather than give him more direction — until he shifted his lashing path downward, so that even the minimal contact made where she needed it was lost, replaced with a useless swiping along her inner lips. 

“You fuckin’— ” she cursed, burying fingers in his hair and tugging — the little moan he gave indicating he apparently thought it was in reward. “You know better than this,” she growled at him, yanking his head back so that he was forced to look up at her disappointed and confused face. “I — I know that you know better than this,” she offered, genuinely taken aback. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“I told you,” he purred, seemingly undeterred as he sat back, returning to that same back on his heels and stroking himself pose in which he’d begun. (And with the tongue sticking out like a cartoon wolf yelling an enthusiastic ‘awooga!’ removed, she had to admit he did look pretty like that.) “I’m taking the time to bring my A-Game,” he said, brushing a thumb to dip just barely inside her to collect the slick built there — primarily his own saliva, she assumed, which was returned from whence it came with the slipping of the finger into his mouth. “Or at least I would be,” he bit out more sharp with irritation as he removed the thumb. “If I could stop being interrupted.”

“I never —” she huffed, clenching her hands around the hair her fingers had been threaded through, separating it into two fistfuls, “thought I would have to tell you of all people not to think too much,” she said bitterly, jerking the fistfuls of hair to pull him as if leading a horse by its reigns, until his mouth was once again hovering just shy of where she wanted. “But don’t overthink it.” She kept one fist bunched in his hair to hold him in place as she untwined the other, bringing fingers to rest in a V shape on either side of her clit, using them to spread the plump of her lips and better expose herself. “Suck it.”

Pink smoldered bright along his cheeks at the command, a whimper following it in fluttering past his lips. So when he dropped his jaw, licking his lips before leaning forward to cover her with his mouth, she was briefly hopeful that she’d finally broken him down to the version of himself that kept her coming back to their unwise tryst in the first place — the John who was eager, ready to jump to please, obedient and pliant.

But those hopes were soon dashed when the lips pursed around her failed to narrow to suckle, but rather expanded — as if he’d decided to strive for breadth over precision, make sure that the better mass of her mound was joined in on the action as his tongue made the briefest gentle brush-bys of her clit at most. 

She looked down, giving a confused little ‘huh’ sound he must have mistaken for a pleased moan, because the dropping and rising rhythm of his jaw increased as he french kissed the general vicinity of her clit. 

She rubbed her chin with her hand, considered. He was at least in the right area and doing something halfway useful now — the occasional slide of his tongue along her clit produced something akin to pleasure when it happened, and he had to give up the misguided effort at teasing and just get the job done eventually, right?

Yes, she decided, better to just let him tire himself out. At this point, it was a sunk cost. 

She sighed, untangled her fingers from his hair, keeping one hand there to pat the top of his head encouragingly while the other reached for the glass of scotch on the nightstand. She brought it to her lips, taking a sip.

Monday was supposed to be the warmest temperatures they’d had all month, good to finally get some fly fishing done, she thought with a pleased hum taken as more encouragement. 

She was still finding the best spots around here, winter fishing was always tricky. She took another sizable drink of her scotch, realizing she was nearing the bottom. She had good luck with trout over near Silver Lake during the summer, maybe she should give it another try. 

She threw back the remainder of her whiskey, the burn settling pleasantly in her stomach, heat flushing along her cheeks. Of course, it could get crowded even in winter, so maybe she should see just how frozen the more distant tributaries forking off from it were. 

She lowered the glass once she was sure she’d drained the last drop of scotch, ice cubes settling back along its bottom with a resounding clink. 

The noise caused John to shoot his head up, eyes wide and searching in confusion for a moment — before they narrowed in offense as they settled on the glass in her hand. 

“Were you drinking while I was doing that?!” 

“I fuckin’ got bored!” she barked back, throwing her hand up defensively. “I said to fucking suck it, not make out with it!” 

“I was getting there!” 

“Well I fucking wasn’t!” 

“Very fucking well, then!” he cursed, reaching his free hand to grip her thigh almost too hard and scooting her further towards the edge of the mattress. “Since you’re so opposed to my adding any amount of artistry to the endeavor,” he hissed, allowing it to slowly fade into a sigh as he resumed furiously stroking himself and settled between her legs. “I guess it’s straight to my A-Game.” 

With that he slipped his tongue past his lips again, finding its place without delay this time — hugging her contours with a tight pressed caress that made her suddenly realize with a dizzying flicker of heat just how much she’d missed being paid proper attention. 

She groaned low and heavy as she tossed her head back, feeling the mere reality of his tongue finally massaging against her with some fucking force was almost release enough on its own. 

It was. It really was. For the almost twenty seconds it lasted. 

But that was the extent of its duration, before his tongue curled and flipped over so that its slick underside rested against her before rising, breaking the contact to hover in limbo — then slap down, then repeat the motion rapid-fire. 

She opened her eyes. She set them on the cedar molding; pausing a beat to study its grain, ground herself. A moment to try to talk herself into believing that what she thought she felt certainly couldn’t be real — but the sensation of the tensed tip of his tongue sweeping back and forth over her at a machine gun pace didn’t vanish, the wet slap slap slap it produced announcing its reality and leaving her without the luxury of doubt. 

She could feel it, she could hear it, and upon finally daring to look down she could see his tongue flicking against her clit at the speed of light, as if trying to hammer any last remaining prospect of arousal out of it, the quick flex of his arm showing he continued pumping himself in the same racing rhythm. All while he looked up at her with those wide, pleading eyes and flushed cheeks; that desperate expression he wore that silently begged for praise, screamed ‘please tell me I’m good’ — an expression she normally would have to admit being something of an undeniable sucker for, but paired with the useless exaggerated flicking of his tongue it only inspired annoyance. 

She bent her neck, so that she could be directly eye to eye with him as she spoke. 

“John,” she cooed, dripping with an artificial sweetener of sarcasm, “you look very fucking pretty doing that.” His pupils blew wide, face deepening its pink with excitement — apparently still unaware the praise she gave was in mocking. “But it’s as fucking worthless as you are!” 

His tongue froze in its place for him to draw in a sharp gasp that was quickly pushed back out as a broken, bleating cry that dragged out long and quavering; as black-blue lust clouded eyes switched to glistening white as they rolled towards the back of his head, then shuttered just as quickly as he squeezed them shut tight. From there his head dropped to collapse in her lap, so that she briefly worried she’d caused him to break down and cry — before she felt sudden heat sling along her shins, trickling down to her ankles as he trembled against her. 

Her thigh grew nearly as damp as the lower half of her leg as he pressed his face flush against it to bury his next fading moans into it, until they crumpled into a last whimper and he went limp. 

He took a few more shaky breaths in her lap before he pulled back to sit upright on the floor again, chest still heaving with breathlessness. 

She unbent her leg, stretching it out to glance at the release dripping down her shin, then darting her eyes back to him. “So your A-Game, huh?” 

His slackened features took turns furrowing and tensing at different places on his face, trying to fix for itself which expression it wished to solidify into, seeming to shift between half-formed renditions of angry, embarrassed, and apologetic. 

Before they finally all fell, drooped with his head hanging in tired shame. 

And she studied him in silence: still gasping for breath, face sheened with sweat and rosy flush, the drops of release that hadn’t made it to her skin settling on his thighs. The ache at her base pulsed fresh despite herself, and she had to admit he did, in fact, look very, very pretty like that. 

She gave an exasperated sigh as she bent forward, reaching for his forearm. 

“Come here,” she grumbled, tugging at the arm to pull him upward, then forward for her other hand to find the back of his thigh and guide him to settle into her lap. 

He gave a soft whine, allowing his arms to rest atop her shoulders as she brought her hand upward to hold him at the hip. She then slid it to cradle the small of his back, trailing up and down as her other hand lifted to brush a thumb against his cheek, then cup his jaw — lavishing him with all those tender caresses she always was so bad at denying him when he was finally all broken down and fucked out and drained and softened by the comedown, although usually he’d done a little bit more to earn the reward of her spoiling him with stray affections. 

“Well,” she began, leaning forward to press a kiss against his heartbeat. “Have we learned our lesson, then?” 

He nuzzled against her hand, pressing a matching kiss to the pulse of her wrist, sighing a defeated, “Yes.” 

“You gonna just do what the fuck I say without going off script to try to show off next time?” 

“Yes,” he nodded, batting his eyelashes at her. “A-Anything,” he rasped against her palm. “Anything you say, Jessie, really — I want to make you feel good, make it up to you.” He wove his fingers through her hair, tangling them. “Tell me what you want,” he whispered against her lips. “Anything. Tell me what to do.” 

“Anything?” she questioned. “And you’ll be good and do it?” 

“Anything,” he agreed. “I’ll be so good for you.” 

She hummed, pleased. “I want you to slide off my lap right now, stand up…” She purred, pulling her head back to gaze at him, expectant look in his eyes. “Put on your pants, get in your car, drive to the liquor store, and fucking buy a bottle of bourbon.” She heard the beginnings of an offended scoff, pressing her index finger against his lips to shush it. “Without saying a fucking word, because you’ve officially lost ‘using your mouth’ privileges for the next hour.” 

He swatted her hand away, remaining obediently silent nonetheless, settling for flashing her a bitter sneer as he shot up to stand, shoved his legs into his pants and threw open the door. 

She trailed just behind him, stopping in the doorway to lean crooked in it with forearm propped against the frame. “Oh, and John?” she called after him, grinning at the sight of him wordlessly but dutifully turning around, jaw tensed tight but eyes softened as he stared at her. 

She gave an upward jerk of her head in a half-nod. “Happy Valentine’s Day!” she chimed, flashing her index and middle finger parted into a V for him — holding it and bringing the hand to her mouth, poking her tongue out to flick at the space between the fingers. 

She continued the act the entire time he swung around and stomped along the length of the balcony and down its steps with silent indignation, barking laughter after him as she did. 

Happy for one of them, at least.

[connecticutsfinestconfessions]

So, the whole thing about the bad bits of Ooku being attributed to Minase like... that's so disingenuous? He's also supposedly responsible for writing LB4: Yuga Kshetra and Ordeal Call 1: Paper Moon and as I recall, people absolutely LOVED those story chapters???

It's almost like a writer is someone capable of learning from their mistakes and improving their craft just like anyone else. Wild, right? But surely people already knew that, right?

... Right?

I don't know man. It's worth noting he's written some dumbass shit after LB4 (the chocolate virgin Valentine's Event for instance) but I do think he's given less credit than he probably should be.

[misspenguin101-blog]

Pitching Day! ₊˚ʚ₊˚✧

On February 14, 2024, amidst the romantic fervor of Valentine's Day, an innovative startup embarked on its maiden pitching journey, introducing TU-Bag, a revolutionary product crafted from excess sugar cane fiber. Nestled in the heart of Bukidnon, where sugar cane reigns supreme, the entrepreneurial spirit ignited as a group of visionaries saw an opportunity to transform agricultural remnants into sustainable packaging solutions. Despite the bustling ambiance of the Feb Fest event, the team seized the moment to present their brainchild to the world. Amidst the whirlwind of excitement, the spotlight unexpectedly fell upon two unsuspecting members, Ragen and myself, chosen on the fly to represent the collective ingenuity of our group. With nerves tingling and adrenaline pumping, we embarked on our impromptu presentation, fueled by the unwavering support of our comrades, showcasing not just a product, but a testament to the power of collaborative innovation.

Amidst the hustle and bustle of the day, our impromptu pitch unfolded, weaving together elements of passion, determination, and a touch of spontaneity. While our preparation might have been scant, our conviction to make a difference in the realm of sustainable packaging remained resolute. Despite the inevitable jitters, our voices rang out with sincerity, painting a vivid picture of TU-Bag's potential to revolutionize the industry. As the words flowed and ideas soared, it became evident that this moment was not just about pitching a product but embodying the spirit of resilience and adaptability. Through the collective effort of our team, we transformed a fleeting opportunity into a beacon of possibility, laying the groundwork for a future where innovation thrives amidst adversity. And so, on that memorable Valentine's Day, amidst the sweet aroma of sugar cane, TU-Bag took its first step towards reshaping the landscape of sustainable packaging, proving that even in the midst of chaos, brilliance can emerge.

Interview and Customers Validation ㅤ ೀ ㅤ۫ ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ ㅤ ♡ ㅤ

As I sit down to pen these words, it's been a quiet a while since our pivotal conversation with the Dean of College and Environmental Science on February 27, 2024. The memory of that day still lingers, etched in my mind like an indelible mark. Our journey to validate TU-Bag, our sustainable solution to combat the plastic crisis, led us to an unexpected yet profoundly insightful conversation.

Across the table from the Dean, amidst the ambient hum of his store, I couldn't help but feel a mix of anticipation and nervousness. Here was someone whose opinion held weight – a seasoned professional in both business and environmental science. As we delved into the topic, his response was both encouraging and thought-provoking. Despite not physically interacting with TU-Bag, he painted a picture of its potential, rating it a commendable 4 out of 5. His words echoed long after our conversation ended, emphasizing the importance of innovation in addressing environmental challenges.

Yet, his desire to see TU-Bag in person left a lasting impression. It served as a reminder of the importance of tangibility in validating our vision. As I reflect on our exchange, I'm filled with a renewed sense of purpose. The Dean's insights have fueled our determination to bring TU-Bag to life, one tangible step at a time.

Time to Work It! ᯓ★

Looking back, I'm struck by the rollercoaster of emotions that comes with starting something new. Pitching TU-Bag on Valentine's Day was exciting, showcasing our teamwork and determination. However, my conversation with the Dean on February 27th reminded me of the importance of tangible proof to win people over. These experiences taught me that progress is gradual, and each small step brings us closer to our goal of creating a more sustainable future.

To my group mates ₊˚⊹

A massive shoutout to my incredible groupmates who have been absolute rockstars throughout this wild journey! From brainstorming sessions that stretched into the early hours of the morning to hustling through last-minute adjustments before our pitches, these guys have shown unwavering dedication and support. We've faced more hurdles than we can count, but their resilience and camaraderie have been the glue holding us together. Despite the ups and downs, their unwavering belief in our vision has kept us charging forward with unstoppable determination. Here's to my amazing team, proving that with grit, teamwork, and a shared passion for change, we can conquer anything! ᡣ𐭩

[hillzhqs]

🎥𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚, 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧!!

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚖 𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝 // 𝚏𝚎𝚋 𝟷𝚜𝚝 - 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝟷𝚜𝚝

the venice film festival is a yearly film festival that takes place on the island of lido in venice, showcasing the newest and hottest films of the season that may just be on the oscar ballots later in the year. from elaborate red carpets to wild after parties, having all of hollywood in one place at the same time is simply a recipe for chaos and chaos is a dish best served cold. the venice film festival event will take place for the entire month of february and will be broken up into three parts - the welcome yacht party, the venice film festival + the castelbrando.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟎𝟎𝟏 : 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢

TIMELINE : taking place over one day in rp time (will technically be february 3rd) but players will be able to write this out from february 1st-february 8th DETAILS : as the stars land in venice, check into the hotel cipriani and get ready for a week of interviews, red carpets, screenings and parties, what better way to kick it off then on a yacht party? starting in the day time, this yacht will sail throughout venice as the stars eat, drink and dance the day away under the venice sun. DRESS CODE : daytime cocktail (think mid-length/short dresses or trousers and crisp button ups and tailored pants)

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟎𝟎𝟐 : 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚖 𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚕

TIMELINE : the movie premiers will be taking place over a week in rp time (will technically be from february 4th-14th) but players will be able to write this out from february 8th-february 15th DETAILS : it's time to show the world what you've been working on. blood, sweat and tears went into a lot of these movies and now, it's up to the critics to judge whether or not it's oscar buzz worthy. there are channels for each movie premiere where you can write out the red carpet/screenings of the movies, interviews, as well as the coveted after party where everyone can sigh a breath of relief and party the night away. DRESS CODE : for the red carpet, it's time for you to bring your absolute a-game, couture pieces only (think met gala, cannes and venice film festival red carpet vibes)! for the after party, think the oscar's vanity fair party vibes.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟎𝟎𝟏 & 𝟎𝟎𝟐 : 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗𝚜

TIMELINE : while the welcome yacht party and the film festival will be limited to their above timelines, the 'around venice' section will be open for the first two weeks of the event (february 1st-february 15th) DETAILS: for all of your in between 'main event' interactions - from chats at the hotel or dinners in venice in between interviews, it would be a shame for the stars to be in such a beautiful place and not have the chance to get out a bit, right? VALENTINE'S DAY MINI EVENT : taking a break from the glitz and glam of the film festival, of course the celebs have to celebrate valentine's day and what better way to do so than with a classic, debaucherous hollywood party? the 'kiss on the lips' party will take place in an old venice church that was converted into a club and will be y2k themed - meaning that everyone must dress in their favorite early 2000's looks. from spin the bottle to beer pong, it'll be the perfect event to live out the good old days, and maybe kiss someone you're not supposed to.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟎𝟎𝟑 : 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘

TIMELINE : the celebrities weekend at the castelbrando will take place over the weekend of february 15th-february 18th rp time. however, players will have from february 15th-march first to write out this weekend. DETAILS : after making it through the week of endless press and hours upon hours in heels, the stars deserve a little treat, don't they? the academy is treating all of the attendees to a weekend at castelbrando - an hour outside of venice in the italian countryside. there will be an extravagant and lavish ball celebration in the castle, as well. while the ball event will take place over one night in rp time, the rest of the rooms and areas in the castle can take place over the span of the entire weekend. all will seem well, but there's a catch... DISH OR DARE? : secrets secrets are no fun, unless they're shared with everyone! uh oh, looks like gossip girl got a hold on some dirt on your characters. upon arriving to their bedroom at the castle, there will be a note on their pillow with two secrets about your character - one is true and one is a rumor. and on the back of that note, there will be a dare that your character has to complete in order to keep gossip girl's mouth shut about them. this dare must be completed throughout the weekend at the castle and if not? one of their secrets will be revealed when the clock strikes midnight at the ball. HOW TO PARTICIPATE : the dish or dare secrets challenge is completely optional. if you'd like to participate please submit two of your character's secrets to the main - one secret should be true, and the other should be a completely made up rumor. gossip girl will give you your character's challenge that they have to complete. once your character has completed their assigned dare, please write CHARACTER NAME has completed their dare in the dish or dare channel. if your character is choosing to not complete their dare, please write CHARACTER NAME will not be completing their dare. please note that you will NOT know which secret the gossip blog will release - whether it will be the true one or the fake one will be based on whatever silly lil mood i'm in.

DRESS CODE : for the ball, bring your most glamorous a-game

[icharchivist]

So I'm finally getting to reading all the valentines stuff (for the chocos), and one of the new ones I got is Freezie. It has Tomoi and Freezie, and I thought it'd be really cute! I was very wrong. It was so sad and I thought there was a really sad angsty story to it, so I went to read it again but accidentally clicked the first one... wow the whiplash I got. Like, wow...

oh my gOD LMAOOOOO

see "i feel like i just read a fanfic with an amnesia tag that i didn't see" is actually exactly what happened and i'm not even kidding.

Clearing stuff out of the way first, no, Tomoi and Freezie aren't related at all. Similar designs, yeah, but not related.

Anyway you literally did miss a tag and it's this one:

Freezie's unit isn't a canon unit.

See, one thing that defines the Lowain Bros (ie, Lowain, Tomoi and Elsam), is that they have a really, really big imagination. There are a couple events as well as a couple units that are completely, and i really mean COMPLETELY, them making shit up for a laugh.

They make themselves the heroes of some crazy stories that absolutely make no sense whatsoever, and they roll with it, and some units push it as to make their fantasy playable. (another similar unit completely based on their fantasy is Lady Katapillar and Vira, a Water unit where Lowain imagines Vira going completely Mad Scientist by creating a robot of Katalina to destroy the world. It is how it is).

you'll find some events of the Lowain Bros doing this shit in the side stories, it's the event "Let's Hang!" "Table for Six" and "Walk on the Wild Side".

And it's worth noting that Tomoi has a massive crush on Freesia, who's one of the main antagonist of the Main Plot Storyline. Freesia is a no nonsense allowed woman who is ruthless and would destroy anything and anyone on her path. Tomoi has big heart eyes for her.

They also, never, canonically met.

Freezie's unit is based on Tomoi having an elaborate fantasy in his brain where Freesia, or rather, Freezie, as to distinguish her from the real Freesia, gets a redemption by hopelessly falling in love with hom. And as is , i do think to recall that in the fantasy, in order to offer her this redemption, there is an amnesia storyline.

So the storyline of the vday lines is that Tomoi is sharing with the Lowain Bros what he would imagine his imaginary relationship with Freezie would be like during vday, which includes her being lovey dovey, her being caught back by her past, her trying to leave him behind.

It's really nothing too serious in general, Tomoi is just like that.

.... but that is probably the wildest possible way for you to be introduced to the concept of the Lowain Bros's stupid AU, and in general the Fantasy tag on gbf.

The more you know?

[acacia-may]

Rill Boismortier Mixed Bouquet [Friendship, Family, & Romance HCs]

As part of my Rose Garden Headcanons (Valentine's Day) Event 🌹, here is a bouquet of Yellow Roses (Friendship Headcanons) 💛 Pink Roses (Family Headcanons) 💗 & Red Roses (Romance Headcanons)❤️ for Rill below the cut!

Gosh, I absolutely love him so writing these headcanons was so much fun! I hope you will like them too. 🥰 Thank you so much for the ask and for reading!

Y3. Have they ever had a best friend? Was there a specific moment when they knew this person was their best friend?

Rill was a little isolated when he was growing up so as a child he used to tell Walter he was his best friend (and he genuinely meant that). When he got older and joined the Magic Knights, he built a very close friendship with Fragil Tormenta which began at their Magic Knights' Entrance Exam. They sparred against each other and, then, were both selected for the Deer. They only grew to become closer and better friends the longer they worked together until eventually they were really like brother and sister to each other, which is a very meaningful relationship to Rill who always wanted a sibling when he was growing up. Fragil can appreciate his more wild and creative moods, but she is much more practical, responsible and down to earth than he is so she often helps him keep his feet on the ground and not get too carried away when he needs it. Whereas Rill helps her to loosen up and have fun every once and a while since she can often be pretty serious.

Rill is not particularly self-aware at times so he likely had never really given much thought to the idea that Fragil was his best friend until he referred to her as such in an offhand comment one day. It just sort of slipped out without him thinking about it (something along the lines of "Oh I was visiting my best friend, Fragil..."), and afterwards when he realized what he said, he gave it a moment's thought of "Oh, yes, I guess she really is my best friend" and then carried on with whatever he had been doing before. He did, however, decide that the realization merited a painting so he made some art of them together and gave it to her. 😊

Aside from Fragil (and Walter), I also like to think that Rill and Charmy became very good friends while training together in the Heart Kingdom, though again being as oblivious as he is, Rill probably hasn't really given much thought to the concept that Charmy is also a best friend of his. He certainly considers her a friend, but he doesn't spend a lot of time thinking about those qualifiers like "best friend" versus just an acquaintance. Friends are friends to Rill, though he is closer to some than others (even if he doesn't really think about it that way).

P2. What is one of their fondest family memories?

One of Rill's most treasured memories is when his mother bought him his very first set of paints. Lady Boismortier had taken up watercolors and painted the flowers and plants in their garden, and Rill used to stop playing and running around outside just to watch her with awe and curiosity (and ask a million questions about what she was doing and if he could try too, of course) so his mother bought him his own set of paints. He wanted to use them just like his Mama so she set up an easel for him in the garden and they painted side by side. He painted a few bunches of flowers before he painted a portrait of his mother to thank her for the art supplies. Lady Boismortier was so touched and so impressed by her son's artistic ability that she gushed over Rill's painting and hung it up in the house, eventually having it framed. This instance really inspired Rill to become an artist.

P5. Do they want a family/children of their own one day? What kind of parent would they be, and how would they express love to their children if they had them?

Rill would like to have a family of his own one day. It's not a deal-breaker for him or something he thinks about too much, but he does have a paternal streak and could see himself as a father someday. Unlike most heirs to noble houses, Rill has never really viewed having children as a duty or obligation and, to him, the idea of having a family one day has always been synonymous with falling in love. Rill's parents, the Lord and Lady Boismortier, had a genuine love and affection for each other and were very happy together, so Rill's mother has always hoped for the same kind of experience for her son and made sure that Rill understood even from a young age that he should aspire to marry for love rather than for diplomatic, financial, or inheritance reasons. (This is the main reason why Rill has not been promised in an arranged marriage as well). As the House of Boismortier is towards the middle to lower class of Clover Kingdom nobility (A/N: there is definitely a caste system of noble families too), Lady Boismortier is (reasonably) imagining that Rill will meet someone in the magic knights (most likely a fellow noble around their family's same level of prestige and influence), fall in love, and get married to someone he has chosen for himself. [A/N: She would likely be accepting of anyone Rill loved, even if he decided to marry someone below his social station. She really just wants him to be happy like she was with her husband before he passed away].

Since Rill has never really felt that pressure to make an advantageous match and to have an heir to continue the noble line of Boismortier, having children is very much a wish for him (especially when he falls in love and imagines spending his life with his beloved). He would be a wonderful father who is extremely supportive of his children and all of their interests. For instance, Rill is definitely the sort of dad who would ooh and ahh over his toddler's scribblings like he was in a fine art gallery and hang them up around the house to show his friends. I can also imagine that he probably cheers louder and more boisterously than most of the other parents (luckily none of his children are of the personality that would be embarrassed by this). Rill is a very involved and hands-on parents as well so he always makes a point to spend time with his kids, participate in what is important to them, and show up to their events (even if they aren't supposed to have spectators, he will find a way to be there to cheer them on). He definitely falls under that "fun parent" umbrella so he can struggle a bit at disciplining sometimes, but he cares very much and is always looking for fun and creative activities his family can do together (including multiple games that he has invented himself). His children never doubt that their dad is their number one fan and biggest cheerleader and that he will be there to support them no matter what.

R1. Are they a particularly romantic person? What do they consider to be the ideal romantic gesture?

Rill can definitely have a romantic streak at times--maybe not in the more classic flowers and chocolates sense, but he does want to make things very special for his beloved so he always tries to come up with very elaborate and creative date and present ideas. Naturally, most of Rill's grand romantic gestures involve art--if Rill is in love with you, you will become his artistic muse and the subject of many, many paintings (and possibly some life-sized murals if Rill can find a free wall somewhere 😁). However, he has been known to try other kinds of romantic gestures if he knows they are particularly special and meaningful to his beloved (i.e. related to personal hobbies or interests). Ultimately, any romantic gesture by Rill will be a bit over the top and probably a little out of the box as well. His ideal romantic gesture shows how much he cares while also being original, creative, and interesting (the last thing he would ever want his to bore his beloved by being cliche and/or predictable).

When it comes to romantic gestures that Rill would like to receive, he is not particularly picky (and, truthfully, is the kind of person who would rather be giving the grand romantic gestures anyway). That said, Rill loves surprises and adventures so planning an unexpected outing to a new and exciting place would be a great romantic gesture for him. He'd also never say no to more art supplies, particularly if his beloved suggests they use them together and make some art for each other. Even if his beloved wasn't much of an artist, Rill would treasure anything made for him. I can just picture him running around excitedly showing anyone who will listen a little stick figure drawing of him because it was made by someone he loves (i.e. "Walter! Walter! Look it's me! Isn't it wonderful? [Insert Significant Other Here] made this for me!") Everyone in the Aqua Deer has seen it at least twice, and Rill has also shown the other Magic Knight Captains, the Wizard King, every shopkeeper at the market, some of the local farmers near the Aqua Deer's base, a random man he ran into in the street... [A/N: I think in music a lot so I'm imagining it's a bit like "Everybody Knows (Except You)" by The Divine Comedy (YouTube) and he's just telling literally everyone]. He even showed Finral and had him portal him to the Heart Kingdom to show Potrof and Queen Lolopetchka. The drawing is eventually framed, and Rill shows all of his house guests too. (Hopefully his beloved is not too self-conscious...😅)

R3. What do they look for in a romantic relationship? What would make them feel the most loved and supported by a significant other?

Rill never really gave much thought to what he would look for in a romantic relationship beyond the very basic: someone he loves who loves him in return, and on that point, he is definitely the sort who just ends up stumbling his way into love somewhat on accident. He isn't fickle about it, however, and has no trouble with commitment. It's just not something he actively goes out to look for, at least at this point in his life (A/N: if that makes sense?). Since Rill isn't the most self-aware person, he doesn't have a concrete idea of the type of person he is hoping to be with either, but he does really appreciate people who march to the beat of their own drum and aren't afraid to be a little quirky, different, or creative so he would likely be hoping to find a significant other who had those traits. Also, he would look for someone he could have fun with and who wouldn't be a stick in the mud or extremely stern and serious all the time [A/N: Tying back into Y3 if anyone is curious about that, this is one of the reasons he doesn't/couldn't see Fragil in a romantic way. He cares about her very much, but she's way too serious in his opinion. The feeling is mutual on Fragil's end, but for the opposite reason (i.e. Rill struggles to ever take things seriously)]. Most important though is finding someone who he truly loves and who he loves being around and would want to spend every day with for the rest of his life. He may not be super serious all the time, but he is very sincere and would prove to be very committed to his beloved. He's very excited about the idea of getting to spend his life with someone he loves [A/N: Am I allowed another song? "The Idea of Growing Old" by The Features (YouTube) really reminds me of Rill's attitude in this respect💕].

Spending quality time together, especially if it involved exploring, adventuring, or showing an interest in each other's hobbies would make Rill feel the most loved and supported. He absolutely loves to spend time with the ones he loves the most, and if his beloved showed a genuine interest in the things that are important to him such as his art, Rill really couldn't be happier. He also absolutely loves thoughtful surprises "just because" (though he can be a bit dense about them sometimes--bless his heart). (A/N: But I suppose that just makes him especially easy to surprise so maybe that isn't a bad thing...)🥰

[kiatheinsomniac]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇-𝐔𝐏!*˚ .♡⋆ˊˎ -

𓆩♡𓆪 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄!

❝oh my, hello ! how are u? I don't know how this actually works but I'm gonna try this, I'm here to volunteer for the valentine's day event(?), I hope this is the right way to do it and if it's not, please ignore this message😅 alrighty enough rambling for me, I'm Lari, this is a nickname btw I love nicknamesss hehe, well, I'm 18 years old and I'm a Brazilian girl! So im fascinated in a lot of stuff, I love ocean so oceanography, marine biology, oceanology are like my bestest one, I love photography as well I'm not a big fan of posting my own pics, I actually like taking pictures of others and seeing it later :) I used to be a writer and a poet but I got too shy and stopped doing it, now I only write rarely when I need to get feelings out yk? Oh, I forgot to tell but I'm a lesbian, also, the fandom I would love it to be kny, resident evil village, Castlevania too! you can choose one or idk , I don't mind that much.. My personality is quite hard to tell, i'm quite a introvert and shy, and my mbti is INFJ! I have a wild past of being really agressive or having short temper but tbh I don't think that is the definition of me lately, I can be pretty calm but I can be mean if it's needed and I'm not afraid of people... Although all of that, I'm a cry baby lmao I'm not a person to have friends easy and I don't trust no one but i can be more extrovert with more introvert people and I tend to smile many times mostly when I don't know what to say or just whatever lol I'm into a artist side, I can paint too but it's not my big trait, I play a lot of games but I'm not the time to love the gun games, I loveee farming stuff, like Stardew Valley, Coral Island and that stuff, love it! I guess that's it hun, this is my first time doing it so I don't know if I did right.. Well, wishing u the happiest valentine's day and hope you don't have much trouble doing this request😅 byee!❞ anon

ੈ♡˳ 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄!

♡ Bela is really fascinated by how much you know about the ocean and he loves your photography! She's never left the village before so you're like a fountain of knowledge about the outside world to her. You're an INFJ and she's an INTJ so the two of you have a similar love and thirst for learning and what you know about a whole aquatic world she's never seen before really gets her hooked on you.

♡ she likes that you're calm but can be mean when needed. You're not a disturbance to her enjoyed quiet and you're not a pushover either; they're traits that she really admires about you. Being the oldest of triplets, she really values calm and quiet.

♡ she doesn't mind that you can cry a lot too. Again, being the eldest, she's used to having to help people and look out for her little sisters. So, it's almost instinctual to her to take you into her arms and hush you and rub your back, shoulders and head as you cry. She'll give off a fly or two to do little tricks and twirls for you to try and amuse a smile back onto your face.

ੈ♡˳ 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄?

♡ Bela puts together a painting date in the atelier. She knows how creative and artistic you are and so she wants to give you a chance to let that out around her. She also encourages you to try your hand at making and painting teacups with her! She'd absolutely love to be able to drink her (blood-infused) tea from a cup that reminds her of you.

♡ considering how much you love farming games, she tells you all about Castle Dimitrescu's vineyards while you paint together. She's going to be the one to inherit it because she's the oldest and most responsible so she'd quite passionate about it. She tells you all about the different grapes and how they can be influenced and what makes Sanguis Virginis unique (other than the blood, of course, it does actually have wine in it too).

♡ she'll take you to the castle library in the evening too and have the maids serve dinner for the two of you there. She's like you in the sense that she doesn't really trust anyone, considering the village she's grown up in, but she does want to show you that she's opening up to you and she does this through touch: brushing her hand against yours, sitting close to you while you read, leaning her head on your shoulder, etc.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: it's been far too long since I've been able to write about any of the Dimitrescu girlies

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[countlessrealities]

Valentine's Day applications || Selectively accepting !

@thesafaribaggirl-returns sent: Kaban & Mabel, platonic

Name: Kaban

Age: The same as other Friends?

Do you like to cuddle: Yes, but I’ve never cuddled another human before it sounds fun

Can we make-out: No… I think maybe not

A night in or dinner out: How about tea at the cafe and romantic stories around the campfire

Whip cream or chocolate syrup: Cream I guess? I’ve never had either

Chocolates or roses: I can offer wild flowers or maybe baked goods

What makes you a good Valentine: We’re friends and I hope I can plan a fun date

Would you cook for me: Of course although I only know a few things.

Would you let me cook for you: You would? That sounds fun

Where would you take me out on a date: The Japari Cafe is always lively and maybe I could find tickets to an Idol group’s concert if there’s a special one that day

Who’s paying: I’ll pay of course

What did you get me for Valentine’s Day: Homemade baked goods

Mabel clasps her hands together in delight after she's done reading the application. She has sent them out to her friends for fun, but she wasn't expecting to get any back. Especially good ones like Kaban's.

"I'd love to be your Palentine! You know, Valentine for pals!" She practically squeals, not even trying to hide her enthusiasm. "This are all such great ideas! I really want to see the Japari Cafe and if you can get those tickets, it would be even more amazing! Or maybe I can find a concert in my world, if there aren't any in yours."

She always makes sure to keep tracks of all the events her favourite bands organise, after all. Besides, it would be a great chance to share with Kaban what she likes.

"And I'd be honoured to be your first human cuddling partner."

The sentence is spoken with perhaps too much solemnity, but coming from Mabel you can be absolutely certain that she means it with all her heart. And she's totally going to knit her friend a present herself.

"So, here's the plan!" She exclaims, looking like someone who has everything figured out. "We could have lunch at the Cafe, go to the concert, then cook dinner together and have a pic-nic around the campfire, so we can swap romantic stories! We have a whole day, so why choose just one thing when we can do them all?"

[rachaellawrites]

Witchiness, A Legendary Finale, and Definitely Just Football: February 2023 Wrap-Up

February has certainly been an interesting reading month. Two 5-star reads, a soft DNF, an absolutely wild short story experience – and that’s just the reading! There was also the much anticipated finale to season 2 of TLoVM, which I’m still obsessed with.

Let’s get into it, shall we?

What I’ve Enjoyed

Books

The Witchery by S. Isabelle This book was stunning. Beautiful prose, intense atmosphere, and memorable characters. And the twist! I had seen elements of it coming, but the details and ultimate outcome surprised me. Impatiently awaiting the sequel. A Perilous Undertaking by Deanna Raybourn I read the first book of this series back in December and loved it, and the second installment is no less amazing. Stoker and Veronica’s dynamic continues to be a delight, with excellent banter and her (sometimes obliviously) tormenting him with her sexual wiles and forthrightness. The mystery plot was well laid out and engaging, and the resolution was both dramatic and satisfying. Definitely planning to continue with the series.

Other

What Football Will Look Like in the Future (17776) It’s a totally normal article about football. Nothing to see here. (No, but actually you should read it. It’s wild.)

What I've Created

Articles

Valentines Romance Reads From a (Wannabe) Lover of Romance The last couple of years, I’ve really been trying to get into reading more romance. The results so far are a bit of a mixed bag, but I’ve definitely found some gems that I adored, and I wanted to share them! Especially for other readers like me who seem to be a biiit picky with our romance preferences. -Even More Clever Changes in Season 2, Episodes 7-9 of The Legend of Vox Machina -The Final Clever Changes Made in Season 2, Episodes 10-12 of The Legend of Vox Machina The final half of The Legend of Vox Machina, Season 2 came out this month, and these last six episodes were as impeccable as the first. Continuing to love how the Critical Role and their team balance staying true to the original narrative while also heavily condensing it, and adding new and interesting twists to the events of the story.

Other

Witchiness, Victorian Mystery, and a Soft DNF | FEB READING VLOG February was a solid reading month, as you can probably tell from the two books I praised above. But it also brought some disappointment. And an ongoing read!