#//Never expressing such to them directly; unless they Really push it

[dutybcrne]

Forever love the idea of Kaeya feeling both Distress but also Anger in the face of realizing just much he likes or even loves somebody.

[logansdoll]

begging for more dad logan please

406

Logan was always one to mind his own business, never really sticking his nose in anything unless it directly concerned him... until he heard your screams coming from next door.

CW: suggestive, profanity, takes place after Deadpool 3, heavy subjects, domestic abuse, more Logan interacting with kids (or rather kid), angst with comfort, etc.

If you or a loved one are experiencing domestic abuse, please call the National Domestic Violence Hotline (US) at 800-799-7233 for twenty-four hour assistance. Your voice matters <3

"Jesus-fuckin'-Christ," Logan groaned, throwing his forearm over his eyes as the loud, stumbling sound of your husband's work boots slithered through the walls.

'It's two in the goddamn morning...'

Audibly, the man bumped into a table, letting out a loud string of curses before kicking off his shoes, sending them flying into a shelf with two thumps.

No doubt making another mess for you to clean up.

Logan couldn't wrap his around someone like you ending up with an asshole like your husband.

Despite the countless other people on his floor, you were the first to greet Logan when he moved in—a pretty little thing standing in his doorway with a plate of cookies, a warm smile, and a boy no older than five clinging to her leg.

"Hi!" you greeted, instantly clocking the taut expression on his face. "I'm sorry if I'm interrupting your unpacking..."

"S'fine," he nodded for you to go on, rubbing the sleep out his eyes as he leaned against the door frame, purposefully blocking his messy bed from your view.

He was napping, actually.

"I just wanted to introduce myself since you're new to the floor. And bring you a little something to say we're glad to have you," you went on, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

Carefully, you held out the plate for him to take, the man examining at it with a suspicious eye.

"I'm (y/n), and this is my son, Caleb. We're your neighbors in 406."

Wary, but still wanting to be polite, he took the tray, eyes flitting down to the boy at your leg—the poor thing cowering further behind you under the man's sharp gaze.

You let out a small laugh, softly resting your hand in his curly hair, "He's a little shy."

Glancing back up at you, Logan's eyes suddenly locked onto the clutter of band-aids around your wrist, their formation... odd.

"What's with all the bandages?" he asked, bluntly.

Your face fell for a fraction of a second, though you quickly replaced your smile, waving him off.

"Oh, just a little kitchen accident. I can be a bit clumsy," you assured, your tone a little more distant than before.

Something in his gut told him that wasn't right.

But it was none of his business, so he dropped it, focusing his energy on the fact that you seemed to be an angel in human form, and the most persistent woman he'd ever met.

You worked as a baker at a local cafe, and often brought him leftovers or samples to eat, along with some of your own creations.

And despite his less-than-warm personality during the early days, you still kept at it; always greeting him with a warm smile and kind words.

It wasn't long before your son joined in as well, bringing over some of his comics for the two to read together on occasion.

Though not as much as a talker as you, he was still just as gentle, resting a quiet head on Logan's side as the man flatly read the latest Superman issue.

But it was when your husband would come around that things would become an issue.

Logan could hear your voice bleed through the drywall, groggily confronting the man—the words "Caleb", "Awake", and "School Tomorrow" seeming to push through the muffle.

Surprisingly, Logan had never met your husband before, the man leaving super early in the morning for work, and coming home inappropriately late at night.

And on weekends he just... wasn't around.

It was only times like this that Logan would remember he even existed.

And in that moment, he must've said something awful, because suddenly your voice was rising, becoming sharper and harsher.

'Fuckin' bastard...'

On those few off-occasions where you slipped up—missed a band-aid, wore too short of a sleeve—Logan noticed the marks.

A bruise here... a red mark there... the faint scent of peroxide.

Yet despite his frequent (frequent) questions, you seemed to always have an excuse.

Little mishap at the cafe...

I tripped over one of Caleb's toys...

Had a little trouble down the stairs...

He didn't like it one bit.

Despite your marital status, Logan felt a certain warmth bubble in his chest at the sight of you, and often found himself rereading the notes you'd leave along with the food.

And although he wasn't ready to put a name to the emotion yet, he did, however, feel a sort of innate obligation toward you and your son.

One that seemed to be coming into effect right now...

"Don't yell at Mommy!" Caleb shouted, his voice followed by the scurry of small feet.

'The hell?'

Logan quickly snapped himself out of his thoughts, brows furrowing as he quickly sat up in bed.

That was the loudest he had ever heard the kid speak.

"Caleb, no! What did I tell you? Get back in bed! Mommy will be there soon!" you frantically ordered.

"What'd that little shit just say to me?!" your husband slurred, loudly, the sharp creak of the floorboard making it sound like he was lunging forward.

And with a harsh slap, followed the shattering of glass, large feet seeming to stutter backward.

"DON'T YOU PUT YOUR HANDS ON HIM!" you barked, fiercely.

"You bitch!" he fired back, a large crash following.

"MOMMY!" Caleb screamed.

Logan had never thrown on a pair of jeans so fast.

He was in front of your door like magic, kicking it open with ease, eyes widening at the sight before him.

Your husband was on top of you, squeezing harshly around your neck as you vigorously fought back, Caleb frantically tugging at his father's shirt to get him off.

Quickly, Logan ran over, grabbing the bastard and tossing him over his shoulder, sending him flying across the room.

You gasped for air, Caleb fighting through sobs as he scrambled into your lap, burying his face into your chest and clutching onto your shirt for dear life.

Motherly instinct kicking in, you were quick to lift his chin, disregarding your own injuries as you checked his face, eyes watering at the bright red splotch settling on the boy's cheek.

"Oh, baby," you sniffled, burying your face in his hair and you held him close. "I'm so sorry."

Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, Logan was absolutely going to town.

He didn't use his claws, because—as badly as he wanted to—he wasn't about to murder a man in front of his wife and child.

But that didn't mean he couldn't give the bastard a classic adamantium-boned beat down.

Slam after slam after slam, Logan didn't stop, clutching the collar of the man's jacket tightly as he made ground meat of his face.

Even as a tooth flew... even as his eye swelled shut... even as his nose crunched.

Logan only stopped went he went limp, letting the bastard drop to the ground with a thud before turning back to you two.

Slowly, and warily, he approached, not wanting to frighten you or the kid more than you already were.

He figured he looked pretty scary—blood covering his knuckles, panting, unconscious man laying in his wake.

But, to his surprise, it was actually quite the opposite.

The moment he knelt down to your level, the two of you threw your arms around him, pulling the man into a silent bear hug.

His breath hitched, not at all expecting the reaction, but he hugged back anyway, pulling you both in closer.

Caleb buried his face into Logan's side, wrapping his arms around the man's torso to the best of his little ability.

You rested your head on his shoulder, nose bloody and neck bruised as you melted against him, your hands resting softly against his bare chest.

Like a spotty drizzle, he felt a few stray tears land on his collarbone, forcing him to turn to their source, only to see you look up at him with your beautiful eyes, all glassy with relief.

'Fuck...'

How could a heart be struck with both warmth and ice at the same time?

Though, despite what he originally thought, you actually cracked a small, thankful smile, only able to muster two steady words:

"Thank you."

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[rainba]

would either of the yans touch themselves during a video call between them and their darling? (assuming when this is major feelings but no confession yet)

if so, how would the yans react if the darling picks up on this, especially if they responded positively, encouraging/praising them etc.

would they be able to look darling in the eye after that?

Would either of the yans touch themselves during a video call–? ((Before confessing.)) It would be a little unlikely,, but if they were horny enough, they would. ^^;;;;;;;;;;

When Kairos is on call with his darling and he’s really horny, he’ll just… Slowly lower his left hand to his bulge and start languidly rubbing it. He tries his hardest to make it unnoticeable, and he’s also constantly analyzing your reactions to things– making sure you don’t suspect anything. But,, there may come a time where he gets way too into it, letting out little gasps and moans between his words..

♡(｡- ω -)

When you call him out on it, he’ll look like a deer in the headlights. Eyes go wide, eyebrows raise, his body shivers– “w-what? No– I’m– I would n-never do that! Why would I do something so… So g-gross!”

(He says that as he continues rubbing himself.) ☆⌒(> _ <)

But if you encourage him to continue–? If you tell him that it’s okay,, you’re not mad, and you actually love it..? He’ll be absolutely over the moon!! Kairos would gulp slowly as he meekly admits that, yes, he’s been touching himself the entire time, all while thinking about you. He then begs you to encourage him,, begs you to tell him to keep going. 

Basically, you’ll be getting a free whimper audio. ^^;;;;;

Once he cums in his hand,, he’ll point the camera at it, wanting you to admire the mess he’s made. (From now on,, when he’s horny, he might call or text you and beg you to watch him as he masturbates. (♡˙︶˙♡) He needs your love and words of encouragement–! Even if he’s not next to you,, he wants you to be there with him.. You know?)

As for Luka– yeah, he’s much less likely to do it ^^;;;. You would have to call him when he’s feeling really sensual or needy– such as right before his heat, or during it.

Calling him late at night because you need someone to talk to- and he’s the only person awake, so you really push him to join a call. You both start video chatting and Luka can’t help but admire just how cute you look.. 

Honestly, he’d be so discreet about touching himself that you might not ever catch him when he does it ^^. He's really good at suppressing his moaning-- and if he knows he's making odd expressions, he'll just point his camera at the ceiling (￣▽￣*)ゞ.

But on the off chance that you do notice– Luka will just. Instantly freeze. His ears poke up and his breath catches in his throat. He tries to deny it, but if you admit that you actually like it,,

He’ll definitely just. Set up the camera to point directly at his cock, giving you a full view of it as he jerks himself off. ^^;;;;;;;;;; His voice grows raspy as he demands you to watch him closely.

“Tell me how much you want it.”

After that night though, he’d be unlikely to ever touch himself on call again like that– unless if you beg him to, ofc (=`ω´=)

[seastarblue]

Character Intro: Kaiden Evania

“So what if I can’t save everyone? I’ll try anyways, godsdammit!”

~~~ Basics:

Pronouns: she/her

Species: Human (Deathless)

Age: 27

Nickname(s): Kai, Kaids, Dee

MBTI: idk yet lol

Voice Claim: Cami Cat on YouTube

Physical:

5’8” (≈172 cm)

Build: Lean muscle

Skin: Dark brown

Eyes: Dark Brown, flecks of Gold from the Curse

Hair: Black, in locs (semi-Freeform I think)

Special Features: Gold blood, tears, and scars on account of the Deathless Curse.

Picrew refs: *more? Possibly*

Personality:

She’s quite introverted, keeping to herself around new friends and old acquaintances alike. She can come off as standoffish and cold, but she’s not really like that unless you’ve upset her somehow, which is pretty hard to do. She’s not very expressive, something she (sadly) prides herself on. She thinks (in her case) it’s best to push others away with callousness before they get too close.

Speaking Style: Kaiden is very quiet, to be honest. She doesn’t really enjoy small talk and prefers to go straight to the point. She does enjoy listening to others talk, she believes you can learn a lot from other people’s conversations.

Likes: Reading, her dog, sparring (occasionally), her friends (she’d never say it out loud she’s too embarrassed), food, tea, her name (she thinks it sounds pretty), earrings/jewelry in general, the quiet, a goooooood fight, alcohol.

Dislikes: Liars, warm weather, being forced to talk when she doesn’t want to, her curse (and the stigma that comes with it) being doted on, the Nikasa, dying.

Main Goal: “I’m going to get to the bottom of this ‘Nikasa’ business. I will rip them to pieces, mark my words.”

Backstory (under the cut—it’s quite long):

The first thing Kaiden remembered was loneliness. The ghosts helped keep that at bay for a while. Then, fire and screams. After that, everything was a haze.

On a cold winter day, a young Kaiden was playing on the rocks with other children. She, oblivious to the dangers of doing so, failed to notice the black ice below her. She slipped. And promptly cracked her head wide open. Kaiden's playmates, understandably terrified for their friend, rushed over to her mother. When her mother finally arrived, she was frantic. The curious part is, Kaiden was fine. Winded and scared, sure, but what would have been a large gaping hole in her head was nothing more than a scar after what couldn't have been more than fifteen minutes. She did lose blood, though. Lots of golden, shimmering blood. The ghosts laughed then.

The Emerald Guard needed new soldiers for their lower ranks, as the experienced ones who were already serving went to prepare for war with Hlunlah. All Nialon-born citzens aged 17 to 20 were to join. Kaiden, unfortunately, was born in Nialon and raised in a tiny, sleepy Niali town called Daeryn, and so the letters came to recruit her and several others. The people of Daeryn were naturally terrified for their children, Kaiden's parents included. Her mother and father begged her not to go. Kaiden didn't want her adoptive parents to be fugitives, especially since the letters had warned- not directly, but noticeably- that the recruits and their families would suffer the consequences if they refused. Li Hua, her best friend, didn't want her to go either, and the two spent the last few weeks before Kaiden's departure arguing. It was challenging to try and get used to the new setting, as Kaiden had never left Daeryn. She was a quiet, awkward, lonely kid who sometimes seemed to whisper to the air when alone. She was an outcast, through and through. Then, she met Felix BonaDea, another alienated kid. They were inseperable after that.

Every year the Guard held a small challenge to kill a magical beast to try and find the best recruits, and as someone with little fighting skills or training, Kaiden learned quickly that she had to depend on her wits to shine. Something (not the ghosts, not this time) told her she needed to stand out.  After three years of grueling training, Kaiden had finally become an offical knight of the Emerald Guard, waiting to be informed of where she would be stationed. The Aquamarine Ball was to determine that. Instead of becoming a guard, however, Kaiden (and Felix) were approached by a Lloyd Santhuff, the leader of the Azari, an elite fighting unit. The two accepted the offer.

They were good. The best, even. Every time they were sent on a mission, they came back victorious, which was why on one particular mission, Kaiden was cocky.

“… we’re surrounded.”

They were safe, thank the gods. Badly harmed, barely alive, but safe.

He was gone now. Gone to live with his family. The others didn’t seem to care.

Formerly a member of the Azari, Kaiden Evania left shortly before the murder of Natasha Pierce, a noblewoman. When questioned about her sudden departure, she stated she felt she wasn't good enough to be a knight and realized she was better off leaving. It’s said she made quite the stir when handing in her resignation. Santhuff was particularly angry for a while after. Kaiden didn’t care.

Kaiden now works as a bounty hunter. She knows she's quite good at it.

[offorestsongs]

OC INTRODUCTION ❣ LYSANDER (ver. 2.0)

"Ah, good seeing you! I was just making soup. Do you want some? It's alright, I can share."

The infamous Ramshackle Prefect. Despite having a reputation of always being where the trouble is, he's actually a pretty calm, quiet person who usually stays out of action until he's pushed directly into it. Suffers from amnesia; his main drive is his intense desire to find new friends and family.

BASIC INFORMATION

full name 🌼 Lysander [last name redacted] nicknames 🌼 Prefect, Lys, Shrimpy/Krill, Monsieur Trickster -> Monsieur Fleur species 🌼 just the most normal human guy imaginable height 🌼 162 cm age 🌼 19 y/o birthday 🌼 [redacted] gender 🌼 trans male (he/him) sexuality 🌼 gay man hometown 🌼 normal human world (the UK specifically) dorm 🌼 Ramshackle class 🌼 1-A club 🌼 none (honorary Pop Music Club member; he doesn't have any musical talents, he's just here for the gossip) favorite subject 🌼 animal linguistics dominant hand 🌼 left talent 🌼cooking hobby 🌼 gardening, embroidery favorite food 🌼 mushroom soup least favorite food 🌼black coffee pet peeve 🌼people being in the kitchen when he's cooking

PERSONALITY

Usually standing on the sidelines and not speaking much unless spoken to, Lysander tends to get overlooked by others. If not, others may think him to be anti-social and unapproachable; his usual grave expression certainly doesn't help his case. However, it cannot be further from the truth.

Lysander is a kind-hearted person who deeply cares for others and is always willing to put their well-being above his own, often to a unhealthy degree. He hates being lonely and desperately wants to have friends, but his quite isolated upbringing didn't give him much of a chance to learn how to properly socialize with others. While he's not exactly shy, it's hard for him to make the first step. He's never quite sure how to approach other people or maintain relationships with them. The fact that he's not exactly a great conversationalist doesn't help him - he feels like he's never learned how to properly talk to people and so he second guesses his every word, worried that he had once again missed an important social cue, which he's prone to doing. In turn, he considers talking quite tiring and definitely prefers listening to others.

Famously bad at saying "no" to people, even when he knows he will regret the decision later; he's just too afraid that refusing to help others will make people hate him and he can't stand seeing his friends inconvenienced. Feels responsible for other people's problems, which probably stems from the fact that he was forced to care for his entire house ever since he was very young. Not that suddenly having to deal with a bunch of traumatised teenagers helps with that.

Really sensitive and emotional, a hopeless romantic at heart, and also, unfortunately, really prone to stress. In crisis situations, his usual response is freeze.

Not used to having much free time, he's always busing himself with something. If it's not cleaning Ramshackle then it's tending to his garden or helping his classmates with their homework or working shifts at the Mostro Lounge. No matter what it is, he simply cannot sit still. He's highly independent and while he does everything to help others, he hates getting help from anyone and tries to do everything by himself. Refusing help is about the only time he will firmly stand his ground and say no.

BACKSTORY

He would love to know as well! The past comes to him in flashes, often triggered by sensations related to the memory. What he had remembered so far doesn't particuraly make him want to go back.

He remembers living in a big, old house, not that different from Ramshackle. He remembers his bedroom, spending long, empty days there, looking out the window. He doesn't remember anything about his parents, just his grandma. She's a looming, dreaded presence in all of Lysander's memories. Any potential siblings or relatives - he doesn't remember anything about them either. Maybe he never had any.

But most imporatntly - he remembers the deep, overwhelming sense of loneliness that seemed to follow his every step.

RELATIONSHIPS

Grim: “He's a bit horrible sometimes, but he's my kitty! Ace says I enable him too much and maybe that's true, but honestly I don't know what I would do without him.”

Riddle: “Poor boy. He was quite horrible to me in the beginning, but…I don't really blame him. There's something about him that makes me almost relate to him, you know? I try to meet up with him for tea when I can. He's a quite good companion once you get to know him.”

Ace: “Honestly, I never thought I'd be friends with somebody like him. Not in a bad way! But he's just so bold and brazen, I wish I could be more like him… He won't stop calling me an old man though…”

Deuce: “He's just such a darling! I can see he's always trying his best, so I try to help him out with his studying when I can.”

Trey: “He’s a sweetheart! And he knows so much about baking! I didn’t have much time to indulge in making sweets before but he’s always willing to share some advice as long as I help him out in the kitchen, which is so nice.”

Cater: “Cater was actually one of the first friends I’ve made here. Don’t get me wrong, I love Ace and Deuce, but it’s nice to have somebody closer in age to converse with. And it can be confusing when I’m new at school while everyone seems to already know everyone, but he always knows all the rumors so I don’t feel lost with him.”

Leona: “He’s a bit scary but I know he has a good heart deep down. Not good enough to let me pet his ears though…”

Ruggie: “Sometimes I feel bad for him. It seems that life hasn’t been kind to him, and he’s always working so hard! Sometimes I cook too much so I can give the leftovers to him - it’s the best I can do.”

Jack: “He’s always so serious but he’s such a sweet boy. Sometimes I go to Spelldrive matches just to cheer him on, though I’m still not quite sure if I even understand how the sport works.”

Azul: “I know some people don’t trust him but he was always nice to me! When he saw that I’m struggling with money, he offered me a job, which I think is awfully nice of him. He pays me fairly and I think that’s all that matters.”

Jade: “He’s actually quite nice! He knows a lot about different flora and he’s always willing to talk about it, too. We don’t really spend much time together but I love listening to him when I can.”

Floyd: “I- I don’t want to be mean, but there’s just something about him that makes a shiver run down my spine. I prefer to not be alone with him if I can.”

Kalim: “What a darling! He’s always so sweet and nice to me, it’s a delight to be around him. I just wish he’d stop offering he’d share some of his family riches with me… I’m running out of ways to refuse, which is quite awkward.”

Jamil: “We’re not really close but I do respect him a great deal. I wish I could help him and Kalim somehow, but I guess some things are outside even my capabilities.”

Vil: “He’s really intimidating, I used to be a bit afraid of him. But he’s actually really sweet once you get to know him! He has helped me a lot with many things and I’ll forever be grateful to him. I think he’s one of my best friends, though I’m not sure if he thinks the same about me…”

Rook: “Oh- I- Well- Um. Yes. He’s quite nice, isn’t he? And he’s pretty… uh, a pretty good friend! Yes! We’ve been spending a lot of time together recently and- I don’t think I’ve ever felt the way I feel around him. Quite mortifying.”

Epel: “Ah, I do understand him a lot. I too often struggle with not feeling like I’m a man enough, as stupid as it is. I wish I could offer him some guidance, but I’m not really qualified for that.”

Idia: “I’m not really sure how I feel about him. We don’t really spend much time together and truth be told, I usually have no idea what he’s talking about. Cater said that’s because I touch too much grass, whatever that means.”

Ortho: “The sweetest boy! He’s always such a joy to be around, sometimes I wish I could steal him from Idia… Don’t tell him that!”

Malleus: “I know well how it is to not have any friends, so I’m always happy to offer him company. We seem to understand each other and he never expects me to talk a lot which is awfully sweet of him.”

Lilia: “He’s a bit eccentric and a bit intimidating, but I don’t mind him. In fact, I’ve often come to him for advice. He seems to know a lot about life for a student.”

Silver: “Like Malleus, he simply lets me sit in comfortable silence with him, which I really appreciate. I really hope we can be closer friends someday.” Sebek: “His dedication to Malleus is really admirable, but I do think this boy needs more friends. Not me, apparently. I don’t think he likes me much, even though I never get in his way.”

TRIVIA

the only other time he will say no to people is when they try to help him with cooking; he has a very particular way of doing things in the kitchen and hates when other mess up what he considers his most sacred space

a big animal lover, especially when it comes to cats - he'll try to pet every stray cat he sees on his way

he's very afraid of losing his memories again - because of that, he started keeping a journal where he writes down the important details of his new life. he carries it with him everywhere

he's autistic, though he was never officially diagnosed. his grandma was more the "vaccines cause autism" type than "take the child in your care to see a specialist"

almost always feels cold, which is why he's usually bundled in thick sweaters

doesn't like throwing things away, which means that Ramshackle is always full of usueless but sentimental trinkets

he's nearsighted. his eyesight is actually pretty bad - anything past the distance of his outstreched hand is a blurr to him

feels very insecure about his height and so he always wears shoes with heels

his hair magically magically turned pink after getting isekaied

tends to call people "darling" and "sweetheart" a lot

WRITING

headcanons; lysander fun facts! lilyarrow ship intro lilyarrow headcanons lilyarrow headcanons: phones orange peel theory

fics; stolen affections flirting tactics cat and mouse romantic secrets heart-shaped locket flirty prompts ask game 1 flirty prompts ask game 2

CARDS

SR Tsumsitter SR Tropical Wear SR Sleepwear [fan event] SR Music Weeks [fan event]

dividers.

[sorcerous-caress]

Hii I’m back with thoughts on the modern loser: You mentioned one instance of tying him to his chair in his home office and sucking him off even though he tries to keep that space neat and tidy in case of any webcam meetings. Now I am here to propose a consideration to you: You’ve stayed the night over the weekend and into the weekday, and he’s in the midst of a work meeting when you wander into the doorway. The computer is between him and you, with you standing behind it off screen and out of webcam view, but directly behind the monitor he has to look at and thusly in his peripheral. And for a moment you just watch him, observing that mask of graceful indifference he puts on when he’s playing the role of “Noble High Elf”, when you get the idea to test just how durable that mask is.

His eyes flickering and snapping up to you when you start to slowly run your hands over your clothes body, following the curve of your thigh then up tracing the bend and swell of your hip and waist. Over your belly, digging your fingers into your chest until your flesh bulges between your fingers a bit. Then back down the way you came but this time you slip your fingers under the hem of your shirt when they start to wander back upwards, slowly peeling back to bare the gorgeous soft skin you know he loves pressing his fingers and mouth (and cock) against. Painfully slowly pushing your shirt up to your collarbone, watching in coy amusement as his jaw goes tight and his eyes flicker with a wild helplessness as he fights to maintain his composure. Maybe even an inkling of a flush starting to creep into his cheeks.

Cupping your chest in the cradle of your fingers and kneading, grinning when his pupils dilate until only the faint ring of his irises are visible. Jiggling your body a little bit for him before dropping your hands to the waistband of your pants to give them the same treatment. Pushing the material down to your knees so everything between there and your collarbones is exposed for him. You barely even have to touch yourself at this point, just the sight of you standing there functionally naked has made that hazy, desperate expression you love pool in his eyes and you just know he’s already staining the inside of his trousers with his pre-cum just from your little mini-strip tease. His voice already sounds wrecked as he rasps out a haphazard excuse to step away from the meeting, fingers fumbling to mute his mic and freeze his camera before he nearly throws himself out of his chair, advancing on your naked body like a starving man would to a feast.

—🩵 Anon

Bullying a loser high elf is a full time job

Maybe you have no idea just how important of a position he holds on. He has never told you his last name after all, so you totally didn't recognise it all of those times you've seen it on newspapers or even on the tv news.

Elf embasidor to the human city? An important figure in this manufacturing company? A renowned scientist for his discovery in this one field? A whole dean of a prestigious elven college that recently started accepting humans? You don't know.

Like you've guessed he was rich a bit by human standards. He has a nice apartment and a car and can seemingly take time off whenever? But nothing made the impression that he was rich rich.

That's because you haven't seen the amount of money his human obsession burns through. He can't publicly buy things on his own, so he has to pay someone to pay someone to eventually get him that gas station human porno mag.

Elves are also really expensive- at least high elves are. Wood elves wouldn't have a cent to their name even if you robbed them at gunpoint. So Meluidil definitely thinks a banana costs 10 dollars because that is what they charged for it back in his home, inflation gets crazy when everyone and their grandma has the retirement benfits salary of 1000+ years.

That's why their economy is self contained. High Elves don't buy things unless from other elves so they don't crash the market. And smuggling human goods to him didn't come easily at all.

So since you have zero clue about all of this, you just decide to slowly chip at his sanity by teasing him whenever you see him busy with work.

Maybe he gets an important call from office and he can't ignore it? What's a better way to spend your time then to lock eyes with him as your hands slowly move down between your legs, fully touching yourself in front of him and edging your orgasm as he stares with his red ears twitching.

He's trying not to stutter, to keep this noble high elf facade with the caller. You can see a slowly growing stain on the front of his pants where his hard cock is pressing against. Meluidil's mind is blanking out as he helplessly has to stand there, leaning against the doorway and watching you masterbate. The second his call is over, he's barely registering the beeping coming from his phone before he's throwing your legs over his shoulders and meeting the heat between your legs. Sucking and licking as if it's his own true purpose.

-

Another time, when he was in a video call meeting in his home office. Something about how different he looked at they instance just drove you wild. He is usually so adorable and mellow around you, all needy and clingy.

But sitting on that chair, he was anything but that. A serious face, a proud stance with his chin lifted slightly and long ears on display. The hint of condcendion in his voice that all high elves are known for. Everything about him screamed nobility and high class, not once did he yawn or lower his posture. Each word was spoken carefully and each syllable held a melodic hint to it.

The people in the meeting listened when he spoke, waiting their turn and never daring to interrupt him. Even by the off chance someone was rude, Meluidil never raised his voice and it only took a look of discontent for them to immediately apologise for their inappropriate behaviour.

High elves truly represented power, wealth and social status in human societies. To even work besides one is a special opportunity because they have been alive for so long and have so many experiences and connections.

And here you are, staring at this all powerful high elf. Just out of range of the camera view on his laptop as an innocent smile graces your lips.

His breath audibly hitches when you're finally down to your underwear, fingers toying with the sides as you give a faux look of contemplating if you want to push it down or not.

He can see the hair trailing down your pubic area to disappear under the seam of your underwear. The way your shirt is pushed up to your chest, displaying yourself for him.

Meluidil's eyes widen for a second before he immediately realises how forward he has been leaning and fixes his posture, schooling his features back.

Oh but you just started, how much you'd love to moan his name and beg him to help you with this unbearable need between your legs. Beg for the powerful superior high elf to come help this needy human with their heat, they're just a helpless human who can't cum by themselves and they need this elf to fuck them into an orgasm.

But you take pity on the subtle begging look in his eyes as he nods towards his computer, you have mercy after all.

So you settle for slowly stripping off your remaining clothes. Stretching a bit as show off your body proudly, feeling his intense gaze on you, his hungry Lustful looks.

As a final touch, you walk clower to his desk, just a hair away from where the camera could see you. You bend down and pick a pen from the floor, giving him a full show and everything.

Leaving the pen besides his hand, his fingers almost shaking from this unbearable torture you're subjecting him too.

Eyeing the space between his legs under the desk, you look back at him. He's instantly catching on to what you're planning on doing, and despite what his rational mind is screaming at him to do, he can't help but spread his legs further and subtly unbuckle his pants for your to crawl between.

But you just smile, turning around and leaving him there with a painful ache.

[your-phantomfield]

TSUBAKI = YAYOI

i .. ii .. iii circa 2198 for @nkn0va

Dating Tsubaki Yayoi...

I.

Tsubaki grew up sheltered and incredibly lonely; an only child in a house that should have been full with her siblings, a cloistered princess in the garden of a radically conservative family. Even as she grew, her status and conviction pushed many away, leaving her with precious few friends.

All of this is to say, Tsubaki has so, so much love to give, and desperately wants to connect with someone. As a lover, her heart is tremendous.

From the moment you start dating, Tsubaki approaches your relationship as a lifelong partnership. Even if you two were to ever break up, you’d have to do something truly terrible to ever lose her as a friend. Once she loves you, she’ll love you all her life.

II.

She’s actually very shy.  She might initiate a little teasing, and she’s constantly admiring you, so compliments are given freely and often- but touch is complicated for her.  Hand holding, hugging, kissing, cuddling, that’s just not the way she was raised.  The Yayois don’t really hug.

This isn’t to say that she doesn’t enjoy physical affection- honestly, it’s one of the fastest ways to break her composure. She gets flustered quickly.

It’s just that unless you’re into a real slowburn, you’ll have to be the one to initiate most of what we’d consider ‘normal’ relationship activities.  Do go for it, though.  She is so touch starved.  Pet her head and watch her stutter.  Hug her, especially from behind, and catch the exact moment her heart stops completely.

Maybe go a little easy on her, though.  Everything she knows about romance comes from the historical dramas she loves to watch, or poets like Natsume Soseki, infamous for arguing that saying “I love you” directly was much too forward for Japanese sensibilities.  Her media consumption (and the daydreaming it’s inspired) has left her with a kind of 'storybook' idea of how these things work.

III.

Tsubaki does instigate affection- just, in her own way. She approaches those she loves gently. Where another lover might go for a hug or kiss, Tsubaki expresses the same sentiments by brushing dust off your shoulder, adjusting your clothes- or your hair, if she’s feeling incredibly intimate.

Her desire to be near you is expressed by taking care of you. She loves how you look, and she wants everyone to see you as she does, so she encourages you to look your best. If she could wash your hair or your back, that would be the most romantic thing in the world to her.

Her default as a caretaker can lean a little into her starting to nag you, though. Even if you’re in public, if you end up with some food on your face, she’s going to try to wipe it off. She’ll be horribly embarrassed once she realizes what she’s done, and she will apologize- but is she really that sorry? She can't help herself. She thinks you’re cute and she loves to be needed.

IV.

Tsubaki sees a relationship as a partnership. She sees so much good in you, and so much potential for even more amazing things. As far as she’s concerned, you could move mountains if you wanted to. So she wants to do everything in her power to make sure you’re living as your best self- and she really appreciates it if you can offer her the same push.

As mentioned above, this can manifest in some arguably annoying ways; she’s always reminding you to sit up straight, to speak clearly, to apologize less, not to procrastinate, etc.

On the more positive side of things, you will never meet someone more genuinely invested in your life. Tsubaki remembers every interest you share with her, and asks about them often. She wants to know what you did during the day, what you plan to do during the week. Even for hobbies she doesn’t understand, she’ll do her best to learn the lingo and keep an eye out for any events you might be interested in. Any project you’re working on, no matter how trivial you may consider it, she’ll be genuinely excited to see how it goes.

There's a bit of a cute double standard here, actually. Even though she thinks its obvious that she'd be interested in your hobbies, she finds it hard to believe that you would be interested in hers. Even the confident Tsubaki can get a little anxious sometimes. If you offer her some of that same investment and encouragement, she thinks you're some kind of saint.

V.

Speaking of her hobbies. Did you know she loves to paint? She may want to keep this to herself for some time, assuming you wouldn’t be interested in her silly little hobby, but she will eventually set out to paint something specifically for you. Something heartfelt, something connected to good memories. Maybe a landscape of a place you’ve gone on a date, or just somewhere special to you.

More than anything else, she’d love to paint you. She spends a lot of time admiring you and thinking about how she’d do it; where she’d start, what colors to use or mix, what background would suit you the best.

Of course, this can be a difficult ask. I don’t know if you’ve ever been on display like that, but the mutual awareness of the fact that she’s staring at you, taking in every detail, for so long, can be a vulnerable thing for both parties involved. And even then, she’d feel so bad for asking you to stay still, probably bored out of your mind, for the hours it would take to give your portrait the consideration it deserves.

When she does finally paint you, it’s the most romantic date she could ever dream of- and though she probably won't ever tell you, she has been dreaming of it.

She’ll chat with you quietly, teasing a bit if you seem embarrassed. Despite all her worrying before the event, she’s in her element here. You look amazing, and she knows that, so it’s adorable (and quite funny) to see you unsure of such an obvious truth.

VI.

Tsubaki has always imagined a certain path for her future. She would fall in love. Get married. Have children. Raise another generation to do good in the world, and never be lonely again.

Meeting you only strengthened that image. Now there was a face to imagine at the altar. Someone's taste to consider as she fine tuned the wedding in her head. Whether or not you and Tsubaki could have children together in our time, by the BlazBlue era there are numerous magical aids for family planning, and she often wonders about what kind of parent you'll be.

This is something she's always wanted.  This is something she's looked forward to.  Something she's proud she can promise you.  A bright future.

VII.

Of course, her status as a member of the Yayoi family presents some difficulties.  Dating any member of the Duodecim means entering into a life of court politics and all the manipulation and animosity that entails, even if you’re already coming from a high status family.  This is the top of the top.  And if you aren’t coming from a high status family, there are questions about your suitability at every turn.

And then there’s the main issue for a Yayoi. Tsubaki’s father still firmly believes in their family’s tradition, the Yayoi family’s pride; the Yayoi family are excellent with Ars Magus. They marry specifically to ensure that the next generation is just as exceptional as the last.

Raised in this mentality from her birth, Tsubaki does believe in her family traditions wholeheartedly. Her interpretation of things are shockingly innocent, though. She sees you in the best possible light all the time. Anything you enjoy, anything you’re skilled in, she sees as an exceptional talent. Who could be more worthy of the family name than you? Any hobbies you have related to physical activity prove your health and strength, any mental or artistic hobbies prove your genius.

Regardless of your skill in Ars Magus, in the absolute worst case scenario where her father is… hesitant, to accept you, she is willing to argue him on this one thing. The NOL themselves have asked that the Yayois loosen up on their marriage criteria over the past few generations, and it’s obvious to her that you are an incredible match who would honor the Yayoi legacy. She just needs to explain it to her father. She’s positive he will understand.

VIII.

Most of these are set in the year 2198, before Calamity Trigger.  But let's take a moment to jump ahead one year.  To 2199.  The year she received the hardest mission of her life.  The year she picked up the Izayoi.

The moment the weight of the Izayoi settles into her hands for the first time, that bright future she longs to share with you becomes clouded.

She goes to see you before she heads for home to retrieve the Izayoi. Before she starts her mission.

One last careless, happy day together before she'll have blood on her hands. Before the nightmares of a confidential mission she'll never be allowed to tell you about. One last look at your perfect, smiling face before she may never be able to see it again.

[letteredlettered]

@yellowwallsbluesky asked about new Untamed end!

ahhhhh here is 27,745 words of wangxian that will never see the light of day. Thank you for asking!

I mentioned in my post about lwjwwx2 that I had a really hard time writing CQL fic partly because I just could not imagine WWX having any sex or even being particularly romantic. In CQL, he strikes me as very in love, but not in a romantic or sexual way. The problem was a little bigger than that, though, because I also could not imagine LWJ having sex. To be clear, I thought of LWJ as extremely romantic and sexual. But while LWJ's desire comes across as extremely intense, he's so hellbent on doing whatever WWX wants and whatever would make WWX comfortable, never pushing a single thing on WWX at all. In the second half of the show LWJ strikes me as extremely passive unless WWX needs him; he lets WWX get away with everything and expresses himself so little and so poorly that I just didn't see how these kids could get it together! That was 2020 - summer 2023. Then I was on the couch and thinking about them and could suddenly imagine it happening! So I started writing.

If this was a real fic I assume it would make some people extremely impatient. It takes place directly after CQL, and neither of them have any idea what they want from each other or what they can be to each other. I've seen plenty of people say it's unrealistic for them not to understand each other by then. But for me personally it makes sense that you could love someone with your whole heart and never once consider sex or romance, so to me CQL does not come across as romance but rather the prequel to one that is not necessary consummated (even with kisses) in the next scene after the end.

The premise is that after the end of CQL they go back to Cloud Recesses. LWJ knows that WWX arouses him and that he wants to be as close as humanly possible, but this doesn't really correlate in his mind to wanting to have sex and get married. He doesn't even think about sex. He just wants, all the time, a undefined longing that feels desperate and unstable to him. Meanwhile he's determined to do anything in his power to make WWX feel safe and comfortable and welcome.

It's not really a characterization of LWJ that makes sense to me now. I think I just needed to get it down to deal with idk, the way the censorship makes CQL so weird. I think the way I would read CQL!LWJ now is that he knows he wants WWX romantically and sexually but has difficulty communicating it with words and also does not want to impose, because people have asked so much of WWX and WWX is so willing to sacrifice himself for people he loves, and LWJ does not want WWX sacrificed. The reason this WIP is labelled "new" is that I went back and started changing the LWJ characterization so he was someone who knew what he was doing.

Meanwhile, the WWX is actually more knowing than I see him now. He comes back to Cloud Recesses with LWJ and feels restless and confused about his place there. He doesn't feel like he has a real role and even if LWJ really likes him, he doesn't understand what he could be here. But then LWJ just keeps giving and giving and giving, and WWX becomes very aware of what it looks like, from the outside. WWX has never been concerned about reputation for himself, but he is aware that reputation is a thing, and he cares about it for LWJ, so he notices. And when he notices that other people think they're a couple, he also realizes that it's what LWJ wants too. And WWX's reasoning is basically "well, why not? I'd give him anything; if he wants it, he can take it."

So he pushes and pushes on the boundary of friendship. It's obvious he's not doing it because he wants it because he thinks LWJ does. But it's also obvious he's not against it and that he doesn't know what he wants and that he would rather be something for LWJ than nothing at all. The idea was going to be that after they finally have sex, WWX grows addicted to the cuddling and intimacy that occurs afterwards and wants it all the time--because he doesn't really want it otherwise. He struggles to accept that kind of intimacy unless there's an act of service involved, because he doesn't really feel worth of it.

I actually think that this was the breakthrough for me. Once I realized that WWX would very much like to be held but doesn't really know how to let it happen unless there's a good reason for it, I finally felt like I could write him and write the whole wangxian dynamic. Of course, my WWX changed too; I am definitely more likely to write him now as not having a clue about what LWJ wants from him. That said, I read this fic, and I still buy that WWX could see that LWJ wants this from him and that his response is "sure, I'll do anything," even if he doesn't necessarily feel strong sexual attraction. That WWX gets off on service, which is still something I can buy.

Anyway I only got 25% of the way through shifting the LWJ characterization when I started writing Say More, and I realized I never really had a goal or end for this fic. It was just something I needed to write to get to know the characters--though I will say, I reread it to write this post, and I still really enjoy it!

[minggukieology]

Hello hello,

I am new around here. I really enjoy Kookmin’s bond, and I am also a researcher in the narrative space. I found you on Twitter and I was so impressed with your transparent, eloquent commentary on this whole thing. Thank you for running this blog. My question might be odd, but I am really curious to see how much of this ship/fan wars translate within the Korean social media space? The last few days have been nothing less than hell on the bird app, the anon requests on some of the blogs here are just people thinking they are so slick, but are just purely undermining Kookmin’s bond. I assume Naver is like one stop destination for SNS in Korea. I also see that the members have quit Twitter officially (I have no doubt they lurk though). Are ship wars this intense in the online spaces in Korea? Is it between the same ones we see on the I-Army side? I know shipping is a common theme in the pop space there and people might have healthier approach to it? This is also me being wishful that the members don’t see the pure vitriol that’s being expressed. Thank you in advance.

Hi, there! Thanks a lot for your nice message 😊

To put it shortly: no, such shipwars don't typically happen within k-army online spaces (at least not in the same way we know them) because there is never any need for debate around any meanings of words and no wiggle room for alternative explanations and seeing hidden signs in shadows. However, that doesn't mean that I have not come across any Korean accounts on Twitter that like to twist narratives and *especially* in case when their desired narratives feed into what their non-Korean speaking followers want to hear (they do like to take advantage of that language + cultural gap). As with every assessment though, Koreans are not a monolith, the same goes for k-armys or any netizens. There are some general tendencies but there will always be exceptions. Also it is important to note, even though the fandom largely organizes on the Twitter platform, I find it it less prominent among Korean ARMYs as to the amount of time they spend on there and the conversations that are held there.

From my perspective (my subjective opinion, therefore isn't unbiased and might not be representative of the whole community) ships or to be more accurate 'duos' / 'insert name line' are first and foremost among the majority about the members' chemistry, cute moments, looks, vocals and performances together; not about any potential romantic involvement of the two (that is not to say there are absolutely no Korean shippers of course). It is important to remember that the general premise has been that the idol sells their Korean fans the idea of a boyfriend/girlfriend, therefore the whole fantasy revolves around him/her and the fans having a connection, hence why for example idol dating life is still a big no no in the public etc.

To add, sadly since Korean fans can't get away with twisting the meanings of what the boys said (unless they want to appear ridiculous and stupid) the 'wars' therefore turn more vicious than that. There are some prominent 악개 akgae groups within the BTS fandom too which use all kinds of tactics to tarnish the reputation of the other members by spreading rumors through Korean forums, discussion boards, trending tags and by even reaching out to Korean reporters to run stories based on false evidence. So I would say, these things do happen, just in a different way because Korean online space can be truly unhinged.

I don't believe the members have ever witnessed any of the craziness on the international side as it for the most part thankfully only happens on the international side (objectivelly imagine if Koreans were having real arguments over, for example, the meaning of 동생 'dongsaeng' 😂😂😂 it sounds absolutely ridiculous). And in the instances they did, when e.g. someone tried to push a 'ship' narrative on any of them directly, we got the infamous 'get out of your imagination' response.

Hope I answered your message clearly and covered all your points. Once again, thanks a lot for reaching out!

[sleepy-aletheas]

post 2.3 ramblings

I love the mindbending ability any dream-reality story is build on, but damn, is Penacony flaring up my paranoia and just leaves me cynical about any and everything.

(These are just my on-going observations and musings, so really, it's more like an unhinged red-string-on-the-wall moment for me since the start of 2.0 all the way here. I'm so delighted, but damn, is it putting my brain into a constant loop.)

It's not even necessarily the fault of a "too ideal ending" or "that was a fast wrap up". I don't need to see the stellaron be dealt with on-screen (neither did it happen in Belobog or Luofu, so I didn't expect it to happen here either), but it's always brushed off as us just being deeply asleep while its been dealt with, and no one wanting to wake us up (and TB asking if they're still asleep is also a thing to note. Makes my paranoia feel validated, because the mc is also paranoid).

Then there is March, and oh boy, am I the most suspicious of her, cause this doesn't feel like March at all. It's like a caricature, or someone trying their best to be March from a very surface level, but never really landing the mark right. Her being there every time we wake up from a dream (be it Ena's or then after Sunday), and avoiding elaborating on stuff, just pushing us on with the plot. Her being like "I dreamed of shopping until a tentacle yanked me out of there" (I'm paraphrasing here) makes no sense at all to me — if everyone was stuck in a dream of an ideal reality, her "just shopping" wouldn't scratch the surface of her character; she is always struggling with her past and lost/blocked memories, her purpose and identity, and you wanna tell me her dream didn't give her anything of that? Doubt. The closest true March we got was when we stood to bid farewell to Mikhail, and her monologue — that is our March, someone who struggles with her sense of belonging in the grander scheme of things, who clings to memories and moments because she only has the time on the Express.

Doesn't help, that no one mentioned the Annihilation Gang, like, at all. We were made aware they're gonna be there. One of them directly talked to Black Swan, but now it's quiet? No destructive shenanigans? No plotting from the shadows? Nothing? Where did they go?

On the matter of destruction — there is a black hole sucking in all the memoria and making the dream slowly collapse, and no one is concerned? There is that one NPC, but otherwise there is no panic, no active plan on how to handle it. Micah will keep up the peace in Dreamflux Reef, but the blackhole we got a perfect view of is...not a problem? The Dreamweavers also aren't really solving that issue either, instead they are just building more on top over everything, not going to the core of the problem to deal with it.

Also with the whole waking up from a dream to wake up from a dream to wak- you get, it's such a mess, because unless we leave Asdana for good, we cannot ever be sure what is a dream and what is reality. Non of these characters are reliable narrators. All of them are swimming in memoria. The closest beings capable of moving around aware of this are Memokeepers (and possibly Ratio and Acheron, for one is Ratio and the other walks the path of Nihility, so that makes it complicated, cause we don't know their limits and capabilities, ugh), but Black Swan is keeping her cards close to her chest and rather pushes others to do stuff while she slinks around observing.

Not to say, that nothing that is happening is inconsequential or unimportant — many things are a true concern or possibility to happen (the Express running out of fuel, the IPC trapping Penacony into a deal, the Express being chosen as mediators between the factions, because of course they would be), neither do I think the interaction between the characters is a delusion, I think they are acting as they would outside Asdana and their dynamics are real (except March, there just is something about her that makes me feel antsy whenever she is around; I got more trust in Sparkle than her at this point, and that's so funny to me). It's like, the information is true about people and other places, because these are thoughts and memories brought to Asdana from the outside, but the happenings in the star system are too convoluted to really be confident in saying "this is what is truly happening", because we cannot know for sure. Not now, not until we get out, or until the memoria is handled in one way or another.

Conclusion: Penacony is playing with my mind so much, I cannot trust anything until it's all actually resolved. It's fun and makes my brain buzz with energy and zest, so that's great. And even if technically Penacony's story is at the end, there are just too many plot points staying unresolved or need to be expanded upon, nothing was truly explained and only left me with more questions. Maybe I just need more time to ruminate over it all.

[vetiaverred]

[ BREAK ; PT. 2 ]

*[ “ i want to know why. “ While the space between them is much less than Vetiver would like, those words slice through it so cleanly. His mind moves miles a minute, a bit frantic with the pressure having a gun on him understandably creates— it could mean a million related things, and he could be looking for a million separate answers. But none of them feel right as he fumbles to reply.] 

“ WHY... WHAT? “ 

*[Stray growls, body giving a threatening jolt forward to bring the gun even closer. Close enough to hold it directly against Vetiver’s sternum, though he leaves a few centimeters yet.] 

* “ everything! don't— don't act stupid, you know i'll do it. “ 

*[Vetiver’s gaze once again drops to the gun; slowly, reluctantly. As if looking at it head on might make this situation real. But that’s wishful thinking, he knows. He doesn’t doubt Stray’s conviction for even an instant. He really would do it. He wouldn’t push it this far unless he was ready to see it through.] 

“ I DO, BUT... “ 

*[Stray’s glare only becomes increasingly ferocious, his grip on his pistol tightening in direct response to his rage. Yet he too takes a moment to formulate what he wants to say. Clearly the monster in front of him doesn’t get it.] 

* “ why is it always you? “ 

*[Confusion crosses Vetiver’s expression, briefly replacing the well-restrained fear that was written there. Stray immediately starts to bare his teeth like an animal waiting for its prey to make the wrong move he’s SURE it will.] 

“ … WHAT DO YOU MEAN? “ 

*[Disappointment and frustration sound in the way Stray huffs, nearly incredulous.] 

* “ come on, use your fucking head a little! you don’t think there’s something wrong with that? with any of it? you really think that makes sense? “ 

*[Vetiver remains silent, still not fully certain what Stray is trying to get at. Of course, it doesn’t make sense to him either. It’s not like he expected for things to go this way, for him to become like this, for it to be for the better. And he especially didn’t expect to make any friends, given his track record. Is that earnestly what this is about, though?] 

* “ people may not kiss the ground you walk on anymore, but plenty of them would still kill me because of you. don't tell me you’ve forgotten that little detail. and i'm supposed to just let it go because you’re sooo much better now? nothing has changed. “ 

*[It’s only a moment, but Vetiver is almost positive he heard desperation in Stray’s declaration that nothing has changed. He’s not prepared for the way that hearing that... hurts, strangely. Perhaps he’s been desperate this whole time, too. Desperate for things to be different after all.] 

“ NOBODY IS SAYING THAT YOU HAVE TO FORGIVE ME. “ 

*[Stray snaps his response, close to tripping over the sentences with how rushed they come out. Caught up in his emotions, speaking before getting the chance to think. Lacking the cold calculation that Vetiver is used to seeing from him.] 

* “ great, because i don’t! but everyone seems to think you got what you deserved— hell, maybe even more than you had coming. what do you think? “  

*[Vetiver frowns, giving a sort of wince at this loaded question. It’s one he doesn’t like to think about. It’s something that’s contributed to keeping him up at night on multiple occasions. As much as he’d love to shy away from even brushing the subject, right now he hasn’t got that choice. Stray's words from their last encounter like this rush to the front of his mind: “ and what a luxury that is, huh? “ He thinks he understands that sentiment, now. Stray had never had the luxury of getting to step away from the things that hurt. He wasn’t given that option. So now, he’s TAKING IT AWAY.] 

“ … IS IT REALLY MY PLACE TO DECIDE IF I WAS PUNISHED CORRECTLY FOR WHAT I DID? “ 

*[Stray’s growl is much louder this time, and finally, Vetiver can feel the pistol pressed to his chest. Jabbed into it, though only enough to sting at a level that the taller skeleton would hardly pay notice to right now. There’s bigger things to be focused on.] 

* “ ohh, don’t give me that shit! that answer’s the easy way out. keep that up and i'll show you how easy your out can be. “ 

*[Cornered as he is, tensions running high, Vetiver raises his voice to shoot back much louder than he should for someone at gunpoint.] 

“ THEN WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY?! THAT I DON’T THINK ANYTHING WILL MAKE UP FOR WHAT I HAVE DONE? THAT I WAKE UP EACH DAY FEELING GUILTY? “ 

*[Stray hisses from between his teeth, but Vetiver can see it. Visible suddenly, not just audible, that DESPERATE look in the skeleton’s eyes.] 

* “ no. “ 

*[That’s not what he was looking for, evidently, but... he glances away for awhile. A lengthy pause follows, Vetiver not daring to speak up and challenge the silence. To try and use this to his advantage never occurs to him, but then again, he senses that something is coming. The HEART of this problem. And when Stray eventually looks at him again, his hand— the gun in it, too — shakes. Never wavering or moving away, but it gives the mercenary away.] 

*[Vetiver hasn’t seen him look this vulnerable in a very long time. Stray has always made sure of that.] 

* “ why did you... “ 

* “ you’re my fucking brother-- why did you...! “ 

*[He hasn’t earnestly called Vetiver a brother in years, either. Years. Stray trails off, his eye sockets gone devoid of any light. His usual grin, his cocky demeanor, have completely vanished. Stripped of all of that, the fancy clothes, the arsenal, the smart remarks that keep everyone away... all that’s left is a monster who’s haunted by something. By someone, or what they should have been. That same monster he was when he was trapped underground, trapped in more than one way. Vetiver is well aware that he’s not the only one who has morphed into someone different on purpose. When the captive audience settles on an honest answer to give him, his voice is lowered again. Gentle, or attempting to be as best as he can. It’s not his area of expertise.] 

“ I DIDN’T HAVE A GOOD REASON. I WAS WRONG. IS THAT WHAT YOU WANTED TO HEAR...? “ 

*[There’s a hitching sound deep in Stray’s chest, like a choked breath or utterance. Like he’s in pain. He once again tightens his hold on his weapon, but his hand only shakes more now. All of him shaking, as it resounds through his body.] 

* “ but why?! don't act like i can’t take it now. you've dished out worse. “ 

*[A bitter laugh tails behind, but it’s apparent he doesn’t really mean it. It's his reflex; his NATURE.] 

“ … BECAUSE I COULD. TO MAKE MYSELF LOOK BETTER. TO ATTAIN CONTROL, AND POWER. FOR THE SAME REASONS THAT I DID ANYTHING. YOU... DID NOT DO ANYTHING TO MAKE ME CHOOSE THAT BEHAVIOR. “ 

*[Dead air. Stray says absolutely nothing, but his arm gradually starts to lower, pointing the gun away from its intended target. Without acknowledgement, like his arm simply grew tired. He’s so tired. Vetiver is conflicted on whether he should feel relieved, or feel worse than ever... though his body is starting to relax a touch. Thankfully.] 

“ AND FOR WHAT IT IS WORTH TO YOU... I’M SORRY-- “ 

* “ save it. “ 

*[He’s cut off before he can finish, but it’s empty of the usual bite. Stray sounds as tired as he feels, and looks. Probably no more sober, but this moment has been no less than sobering for the both of them. Finally Stray’s arm has dropped fully at his side, pistol’s line of fire directed fully to the floor... and he turns away, beginning to drag his feet towards the door. Vetiver’s eyes remain on him, but he believes it unwise to follow after in body. He doesn’t know what he’d even say. Or why he’d even stop him from leaving.] 

“ WHERE ARE YOU GOING...? “ 

*[He doesn’t expect an answer. He doesn’t know why he asked. But he felt himself leaning into the question anyway. Stray stops for a moment, but as he retorts without even looking back over his shoulder, he starts to make for the exit again.] 

* “ … home. see ya. “ 

*[An afterthought, he throws a up a middle finger as he opens the door. Letting it be the last thing seen of him as the door shuts behind, a bit like none of this had ever happened. To restore some sense of normalcy, maybe. But in the stillness that comes after, in the wake of it all, Vetiver is certain that something has just changed. Given Stray’s unpredictable personality, he can’t be too sure whether this difference is for the better or worse... but it’s change. And this ex-guard has been finding most change lately to be better than nothing.

*[All he can do is hope for the best.]

[mikelogan]

random situation time. one of your mutuals that you are pretty close to (let's say mutual A) hates one of your other mutuals you are also pretty close to (let's say mutual B). like, there's no beef between A and B, it's completely one sided. A thinks B is repulsive and awful and have them blocked. B knows they're blocked, but they barely know A, so they don't care. A never starts drama, just used to vaguepost sometimes about B when they were a follower.

go back to before A blocked B. you saw one of the vague posts A made about B. it's clearly mimicking B's op, even though it doesn't say any names, so it's obvious what it is about. B "knows" A, but doesn't follow A back, so they have no way to know about this unless they are told. do you tell B what A did? or do you just let it be? are you annoyed by what A is doing? remember you are close to both, but definitely closer to B.

sorry for the long ass text lmaoo. hope you're having a good saturday 💕

before i give my two cents, let me please express to you how much joy it brings me to get messages like this that basically just ask my opinion. i looooove having opinions 😂 and i'm having a good saturday despite it being a pretty bad pain day. i hope your day is going well, too!! 💙

let's break it down bc ya bitch likes lists and bullet points

Person A:

Hates Person B

Blocked Person B

Does not start drama with Person B

Vagueposted about Person B

Person B:

Knows they are blocked by Person A

Does not know Person A well

Doesn't care that Person A has them blocked

Wasn't following Person A pre-block

You:

Are mutuals with both Person A and Person B

Are close with both Person A and Person B

Are closer to Person B

Saw Person A mocking Person B before they blocked them

Firstly, I think there are a lot of variables in this situation that I don't have that would almost certainly inform my decision. Context can be everything. I would assume that Person A's reasons for despising Person B aren't over something that's that big of a deal because you still follow them both and are, in fact, closer to Person B than to Person A. So, it's not like Person B is like. A zionist or TERF or something along those lines. But for me, it does really depend on what about Person B that Person A has taken issue with.

Secondly, you say that Person A doesn't start drama with Person B, but that Person A has vagueposted about Person B in the past (again, I'm assuming they no longer do). While not directly engaging with Person B, I would argue that that very much is Person A starting drama. As someone observing this, it would definitely put a bad taste in my mouth towards Person A. Like, I'm 29. I spent years on this website engaging in drama and I have absolutely no interest in doing so anymore. I'm best friends with the block button. We paint each other's nails and do face masks together. It still depends on the situation and why Person A hates Person B so much and my personal feelings on the matter, but that could be something I would unfollow Person A over.

One other big factor that would affect my decision is how long ago this all transpired. Was this something that happened a year ago? A few months? Yesterday? Because there will always be a part of me that would want to tell Person B if I saw someone talking shit about them behind their back. I'd want someone to tell me if I was Person B. But if it's a situation where the dust has clearly settled and there haven't been vagueposts for a while, then let sleeping dogs lie. From what you stated, Person B doesn't really seem to care about Person A or whether or not Person A likes them. That's what pushes me more toward not telling Person B and just leaving the situation alone. I think if Person A was still actively vagueposting about Person B and this was a recent occurrence, I probably would tell Person B, but I don't have enough information to know for sure.

Regardless, I think that yes, Person A's actions would annoy me. It's just kind of a dick move to vaguepost, especially over trivial stuff. Obviously, I don't know if this is something trivial or if it's a legitimate grievance that Person A has, but with the information you've provided, I would probably say that I wouldn't tell Person B.

[noforkingclue]

Congrats on getting through the restructure at work!! ♡ Really glad you’re opening requests again for a bit since I really love your writing!

I don’t know if you still write for Doc Ock but if you do– I’d love to request a continuation of “Consequences part 2”! Or just anything with a flirty/cocky reader x Doc Ock dynamic since I do quite enjoy it ♡

Thanks anon!

Work is getting better although the morale is still shit. I'm going to start looking for other work in the New Year. In the meantime I'm going to enjoy my Christmas break and do some more writing!

So this isn't a continuation of 'Consequences'. I've decided I'm not going to do part 2's unless it's a fic that I want to continue. This isn't a decision I took lightly but it's something I have to do for the sake of my mental health.

Anyway, enough with the serious talk! I hope you like the fic :D

Title: Night Time Talks

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The only sounds in your study was the steady tick of your clock. You narrowed your eyes as you stood in the doorway, looking out into the darkness of the room. You paused at the entrance of the room, almost as though an invisible barrier was preventing you from moving forwards.

“Something wrong, my dear? You’re not usually like this.”

The click of the lighter briefly lit up Otto’s face as he grinned at you, cigar clenched between his teeth. You bristled at his words as you flicked the light on and marched in the room. You jabbed a finger at him and snapped,

“Fuck off.”

Otto didn’t reply. He pushed passed you and walked over to the blackboard where you were doing some calculations. It might been a bit old fashioned but when working under Otto you picked up some habits which were hard to shake.

“They’re correct,” you said, “No need to look over them.”

“Still cocky I see.”

“I have faith in my own ability,” you said, holding your head up high and smirking at him, “You used to when I worked with you.”

“For me.”

“With you. I was your assistant.”

You gave him a smug smile as you walked over to him. Otto was studying your calculations intently. Eventually he raised a hand and wiped away part of your sums. You bristled at his actions and glared up at him.

“What was that for?” you hissed

“You were wrong.”

You could feel your cheeks heat up in anger. You knew Otto was probably right but your own arrogance refused to allow you to admit you were wrong. You picked up the chalk and rewrote the figures. You were aware of Otto standing directly behind you and you tried to push that thought out of your head. You couldn’t help but miss him. You jumped as you felt Otto’s hands grip your shoulders. He leant down and you shuddered as his breath ghosted over your cheek.

“You always worked best when you listened to me,” he said, “Remember.”

You turned to look at him, not expecting Otto’s face to be so close to yours. You moved closer, brushing your nose against his. Otto’s expression faltered slightly. He clearly didn’t expect you to flirt back.

“I remember,” you said, “I remember those late nights in the lab. Just us.”

You took a step closer, eyes half closed, and you felt Otto’s lips brush aching close against yours. His hand found its way to your waist but you slipped free from him just in time. He was never this interested in you before and you weren’t about to make it easy for him. You walked away from him before spinning around on your ankle and smirking at him.

“Got to try harder than that.”

You turned back around but didn’t get very far. A metal arm circled around your waist and pulled you back to Otto. He wrapped his arms around you and rested his head on top of yours. This Otto was certainly a lot bolder than the Otto you knew.

“You were saying?” Otto whispered against the shell of your ear, “Is ‘trying hard enough’ for you? I’m not letting you go that easily.”

[lightcreators]

@hellsurvivr continue from here

THE EX SLYTERIN TURNS,    at the sound of a voice. and looks over to see one of her old housemates. the two hadn't been friends. given she'd been a good two years older than him. and slytherins in general weren't known for making friends. but she'd been cordial in her dealings with him. at least building a partnership that pushed their house forward. including on the quidditch pitch. given he was the seeker and her the chaser. both striving for victory in hopes of driving gryffindor off their gilded perch. (    or at least try too!    )  and it's that small inkling of familiarity. that has her shifting. making room for him to sit as she nods in approval of his words. beckoning him closer.

                eyes drift from his profile. and back out across the vast landscape that is hogwarts. she hadn't been here since the war, and could rememeber the war torn savagery that had hit the one place that had always felt like home to her. but being here now, during the memorial and seeing it look as though nothing had changed. made a weird emotion swirl deep in her gut         ❛   you okay?.   ❜    she asks instead, anything to distract her from the darkness of her thoughts. lest she get too lost    (    and do something highly stupid!    ) 

Hogwarts opened doors once more --- though, from an certain point of view, it had never been closed once … not even where students lived with an threat of something in middle of the night that could kill them if it was watched directly … not when troubles eating the whole place he didn't really been present by saw it been embraced by darkness --- mostly acknowledging inside his short passing that could have been fatal, it had been engulfed in obscurity … where himself experienced it far more frontally inside his own manor --- There was strangeness associated to that year. Besides, memories turned out … difficult to reach. How much did he remember of the previous year, spending to dealing with one problematic presence almost all the time, to feeling trapped inside his own manor, to watch cruetly in face ? Not so much. Some days, he would have wished to had been killed back in the sixth year --- where his gambling with fate and advancements of finalized moves inside an chessboard … didn't really reached the ending he would have desired. Where he really thought he wasn't going to make it, and had been spared for better being tortured inside another year. Some others days, he wanted pretend nothing happened. An option he would take for emotionally experiencing that last year.

It would last step of his illusionnist game. Pretending complete opposite of the reality in front of everyone else, meanwhile searching to fix past mistakes and managing to bring happiness where he could, for anchoring that last year as something who always had been an reflection of the past --- It would partially rewritten his own memories, altering reality coming of it, while turning secrete thoughts about events of the past. Guilt would eventually betraying his expression sooner as he could anticipating about it. Even remembrance of such memorial was an recollection of an personal failure --- another ending could have been written. Another ending could have been done, regardless if the victim picked that game. Another ending could have happened if someone else didn't take responsability for him. No matter how many silent pleading could be done, reality will not change. Actually, even his own sacrifice, unless brought a cruel fatality to that world, would have changed nothing. It wasn't even like he sensed physically his survival at the moment … It seemed another ephemeral illusion.

They didn't really communicating lot with each other, though, it was supposed the year where everything could change. It was another page of an book who was supposed to be prepared, and truthfully, now Potter get the fame he never wanted in the first place, it was his occassion to finish the job in the backstage … if he managed to emotionally move on. Pretending his Hogwarts years always had been like this Pretending nothing happened. Pretending never the thought had crossed his mind to sacrifice his life for a happy ending by turning inside another tragedy. Without waiting, he sat towards the offered place, offering an small smile. Brightness cannot be faked, emptiness of that expression expressed his feelings. ❝ It depends on the definition of alright. ❞ He mused with hint of playfulness. He wasn't. Never had been since a couple of years. Wasn't even sure to be alright again. ❝ Being alive is already a good thing for the future torment of loneliness that awaits me. ❞ He self-mocked. ❝ And you ? It must be weird to finally have normality after all this chaos, but unfortunately you can't touch it. At least, regarding Hogwarts. I imagine life after will be simpler with your future job. ❞

[writers-ex]

Hey, I think I might need your opinion on this, of course only if you’re free to reply to this 🧐

I think one of my irls has a thing for me, her friends sort of told me and I guess she hinted at it a few times but she’s not the sort that makes the first move, is kinda playfully mean to me, is seen and known for her cold exterior, “heartbreaker status” and straightforwardness. She hints me to ask her out to try things she wants to try? I don’t really know how I feel around her except for the fact that I appreciate that her straightforwardness translates to protectiveness for me irl when she doesn’t like the vibes of people I’m conversing with, and that I’m okay with being vulnerable with her because we share similar childhood trauma. What do I do?

Very sincerely asking for your advice as someone who has only recently gained enough confidence to even consider relationships. I kind of just push my feelings away and never act on them and let them die out whilst searching for academic validation, very effective.

Also, since you’ve found me I could very well do a goldfish reveal soon. 🥳

-🦦

heeeeeeeeeeey im so sorry for the late reply i saw this and wanted to answer the same day but life just gets complicated T-T

ok so…. honestly you never know unless you try? like since you said she seems very straightforward and you seem to vibe with each other why not flat out ask her "hey how does (insert day and time) sound? i want take you out on a date" gauging her reaction you could actually go through with something you both are comfortable with or tell her honestly that you feel she's hinting at wanting to do something more with you and you're not sure if she's just being comfortable with you or if she actually wants more and is shy about saying? an honest conversation goes a long way in determining relationships for friends and future partners, just make sure the two of you are alone in a place that makes you comfy like a cafe or walking in the park together idk, have a good long (or short) talk about this and see what happens

my only caution is the "heartbreaker status" and if you are good friends with her or not, some ppl don't want to ruin their friendship and keep their feelings hidden by expressing it another way such as her being playfully mean to you but…if she keeps being mean or bullies you about asking her out she is not worth your time, idk if that makes sense but don't let ppl belittle you and your feelings >:( i'll fight for you

be aware that as someone who did the same just focusing on school until now i'm very dense and have had bad luck in relationships so i'm just wishing you all the best in this and if you need more specific advice, want to rant, or have a concern plz dm me directly and we can talk, other than that i hope this made some sort of sense….?

plz comment below if you have any advice for our favorite anon <3

[casspurrjoybell-25]

Cold as Ice - Chapter 30 - Part 2

*Warning - Adult Content*

Wren Ridley

Micah found us a table, which wasn't mine and Landon's usual since it was already occupied but we still sat how we usually did.

I was facing the door, Landon was directly across from me and Micah beside him.

We all sat down after we got our orders and I watched Landon intently, waiting for him to try the latte.

"Will you stop fucking staring at me?" he snapped, causing Micah to jump a little bit in his seat.

"Try the latte," I said, motioning toward the cup in front of him.

"I'm not going to like it."

"You will," I assured him.

I wasn't actually sure that he would but I had a suspicion that Landon had a secret sweet tooth that he hadn't discovered yet, one that he was never allowed to find.

"My latte is really good," Micah said.

"It's hazelnut."

"Go on," I encouraged Landon.

He looked between both Micah and me, glaring at the two of us.

"Both of you stop fucking staring at me," he said, grasping the cup in his hand.

Neither of us listened, waiting for him to finally take his first sip.

Landon slowly brought the cup up to his mouth and took a sip of the latte, his face giving away nothing.

He took a second sip before placing the cup back down and that was how I knew he liked it.

"So?" Micah asked with a grin.

"It's fine," Landon casually replied.

"He likes it," I said, smirking at him.

Landon rolled his eyes and took another sip of the latte.

"I'm so glad we got together this weekend," Micah said to Landon.

"Really."

"Me too," Landon agreed.

"We probably won't get to see each other again until Thanksgiving," Micah continued.

"Unless you're spending that at Wren's."

Landon's eyes widened.

I laughed.

"I don't think so."

Landon frowned at me and Micah had a look of confusion on his face.

That was how I knew I had said the wrong thing but I didn't know what else he wanted me to say.

"Oh, well, maybe you could join us at some point," Micah offered, Landon's mouth still turned in a frown.

If eyes could frown, I would say his were doing just that.

I shrugged, not knowing if Landon would even want that.

We all finished a few minutes later and got up from the table to go.

As we stood, Landon made eye contact with someone who had just walked in.

I recognized him as one of the people I saw Landon with that night he got left alone at the bar.

I could feel the anger radiating off of Landon as the two of them glared at each other.

Clearly, there was something going on between the two of them.

"Who was that?" I asked Landon as soon as we were outside.

"He's from my hockey team," he muttered, following behind Micah back to my car.

"And you two don't like each other?"

"Why would you think that?" he asked.

"I could tell how angry you were when you saw him," I said, raising my eyebrows at him.

He should know by now how well I knew him.

"It's nothing," Landon said, not even looking at me.

"Just drop it."

Well, that was not at all suspicious.

I dropped it for that moment, driving back to Landon's dorm for Micah to get his things.

Then, I drove the two of them to the train station so that Micah could catch the train back to Boston.

I watched as Landon got out of the car with Micah while I stayed parked in front of the doors of the station.

The two of them exchanged some words, then shared a tight, long hug.

Longer than I liked but I pushed that to the back of my mind.

Micah sent one last wave toward me before heading into the train station.

Landon got back into the car and buckled up.

I turned to him, staring at his expression, trying to figure out what he was thinking.

"What?" he asked when he noticed my staring.

"Do you want to come over?"

Landon nodded and so I brought us back to my dorm room where James was still asleep.

Landon scoffed, shaking his head when he saw him.

"I thought he'd be awake by now," I said, going over to my closet and pulling out Landon's hockey sweatshirt I had taken from him.

I threw the sweatshirt on and walked back over to Landon, who was now sitting on my bed.

"I think I'll have to steal one of yours," he said.

"If you're going to keep mine."

He took one of the strings on the front of the sweatshirt, looping it around his finger.

I shrugged.

"I wouldn't mind."

I leaned forward and placed my lips on his.

"Well, well, well," James said from behind us, sitting up on the bed with his arms crossed.

I turned around with a blank expression.

"Glad to see you're alive," I said.

"It's about time you woke up."

"Don't try to make this about me," James retorted.

"When were you guys going to tell me you were together?"

"Whenever it became your business."

"It is my business."

"How exactly?"

"Because we're friends and I'm nosy," he said it like it was the obvious answer because, of course, I should have known that James had to know when I decided to be with someone.

Landon hopped off the bed, moving to go sit at my desk.

"Who else knows?" James asked, jumping down from his own bed.

"I don't know," I told him truthfully.

Any number of people could know, especially with the way we behaved at the club the night before.

James shook his head, muttering something under his breath as he got his shower things together.

He threw a towel over his shoulder and left the room.

Landon scowled at the door where he left.

"He's just being annoying because he's nosy," I told him.

I could tell by the look on Landon's face that he was thinking about my history with James, thinking that James would still want to hook up with me even though he knew that I was with Landon, that I possibly wouldn't say no.

"Stop," I said, standing in front of Landon and blocking his view of the door.

He looked up at me from where he sat at my desk.

"Stop what?"

"Stop thinking about James and I," I said.

"There is nothing going on and there won't be anything going on."

Landon seemed to relax a little bit at my words.

All he needed was the reassurance, I could relate to that.

Before either of us could say anything else, my cell-phone started ringing.

I somehow must have put the sound on because my phone was usually on silent.

I pulled the phone out of my pocket to see that it was my brother Robin calling.

I wouldn't normally answer but Robin was the type to spam my phone until I picked it up.

It was easier to just get it over with now.

I held my finger to my lips, signaling for Landon to be quiet before answering Robin's FaceTime.

"What's up," I answered as Robin's face came up on the screen.

"Hey. You answered," he exclaimed.

"Didn't feel like having two hundred missed calls on my phone."

Robin laughed.

"You know me so well."

"What's up, Rob?" I repeated, hoping he would just get to the point.

"So, I just booked my flight for Thanksgiving, which was a shit ton of money on Dad's travel card."

"Okay, when are you flying in?"

"That Wednesday afternoon. I was hoping you could pick me up. I'm flying into Providence."

"Sure."

"Cool, thanks. Anyway, what's up? Anything going on?" he asked.

"No, not really."

I just wanted to speed this up but he loved to stay on the phone for hours.

"What's with that sweatshirt?" Rob asked, squinting at the screen.

"Providence College Hockey?"

"Thrifted it," I lied.

Robin laughed.

"You're so full of shit. That looks way too new to be thrifted and you don't even like hockey."

I snuck a glance at Landon who was staring at me with wide eyes.

"Well, I don't know what to tell you," I said to Robin.

"But I gotta go."

"I see, don't want to talk to your big bro," Robin said, feigning like he was upset.

"I'll see you soon then. Only two weeks away."

It didn't dawn on me until then that Thanksgiving was so close.

It was only two weeks until my whole family would come to Providence to watch Fox play hockey, that I would have to watch Fox play against Landon and possibly try to beat the shit out of him.

All we had was two weeks before we had to see how this would play out.