#(regardless it works so well it's very real and it's a pity that lots of people don't notice it...

[silver-horse]

Yeah. Certainly video game mechanics played a role, they want to make sure that companions can stay with the player regardless of what choices we make. But usually they still express their opinion and you need high approval or pass persuasion checks. That is what shows us their real personality, their real values and what they stand for. For example Zevran speaking up against killing the mages is his “true position” so to speak. We lose some approval but then we can give gifts and companions forget, the story moves on and they still love the warden. We understand that this is just the video game mechanics.

Varric however is a different matter. He is written in a way where all of this makes sense for his character as OP explained. However I would like to add that not only is Varric just as starry-eyed about an evil Hawke, he is actually more starry-eyed! Just like the other companions, Varric expresses an opinion. His position is simply less set in stone, he doesn’t need to be persuaded. But in the end Varric does speak up! and he mildly objects if we support the mages! Meanwhile he expresses his approval if we kill the mages.

He says this to an apostate Hawke who has maxed out friendship with him:

He says to his friend “I’m not sure, maybe you should commit genocide against your own people. Eh. But I’m with you bestie.”

Meanwhile he is very supportive of killing all the mages:

“Defending innocent people, preserving our way of life? This is worth doing.”

“Preserving our way of life” is a line straight up from every conservative politician’s mouth.

Basically Varric’s “true (or original) position” is pro-templar, anti mage revolution, anti mage freedom. His approval in Inquisition suggests that a mage supportive Hawke has shifted his view, still that is a less comfortable world state for Varric.

I think Varric is a very realistic portrayal of the type of guy who has friends who are minorities or friends who have been mistreated in some way in society. However he doesn’t understand their struggles.Those individuals might be his friends, but... well, he is callous to their experiences. And when it comes down to it, he may or may not throw his friends under the bus because their pesky rights are an inconvenience. He doesn’t understand why everyone can’t just get along. That’s what he wants. And he sees this conflict as equal squabbling on both sides. Because he grew up in a world where the status quo has been comfortable for him and therefore “preserving our way of life” is good. To the point where even horrible inhuman acts are not only justified but it’s the right thing to do. As long as that is the “normal thing”, the way it has always been done. Anything else is the strange unknown and causes conflict which he doesn’t want.

(“Defending innocents” (cough cough protecting the children) is a worthy cause because otherwise it’s “helping dangerous people run amok”. Notice that these innocents who need defending from the circle mages during The Last Straw do not exist... the templars are the ones attacking the mages and therefore the mages try to run for their lives, away from the circle. In Varric’s view the innocents who need defending are not the people who are under attack, but future imaginary potential victims who might be harmed if the mages are simply allowed to be free.)  Varric just wants everyone to know their place and play card games together. He doesn’t want anything to change. He goes along with a revolution only out of loyalty towards a good Hawke. That loyalty overrides everything, however he did have an opinion to begin with and that was actually anti-mage freedom. (Contrast that with Isabela who also goes along with whatever Hawke decides out of loyalty because Hawke didn’t hand her over to the arishok. But actually she expresses disgust when attacking the mages “crushing the rebels? how dare they wish for freedom” Her “true position” is pro-mage freedom.)

Honestly something that really affected my view of Varric (and again, I say this with great love for the character) was playing my Terrible Hawke, Emilia, who ends the game an absolute anti-mage fanatic who believes that magic is a curse and it was a blessing that the Maker called Bethany back to His side before she could fall to demons. She is a Hawke who is mainly diplomatic, well-spoken, respected, and absolutely unhinged in her views on magic. She is the Viscount of Kirkwall, and by the time she comes to the Inquisition she's also taken Chantry vows and become an actual templar (after having practiced the discipline off the books for years). She singlehanded kept Kirkwall under Chantry control after Meredith's death. She slaughtered every mage to a one, even the ones who surrendered.

She's Varric's best friend. And he's just as starry-eyed about her in Inquisition as he is about any other Hawke. I love what a deeply unsettling side of Varric that is to see.

She's the best. She's a hero. She saved his city.

[uyuartik]

bad idea, right? (obi wan kenobi x f!reader)

tags: slightly sith coded obi wan, no use of y/n, my unhinged take on regency era, (blaming bridgerton and pride and prejudice), probably historical inaccuracies, SMUT, mentions of oral sex (fem and male receiving), mentions of fingering, piv sex, dom!obi?, i really don't know what to write here it is just filth and it is gonna get filthier

a/n: HII! so i became haunted by historical!obi au's and spent six months writing a short series... this is the first chapter out of three, so i hope you stay tuned for the upcoming one (it is FILTHIER than this and about 19k words)

likes and reblogs are very much appreciated, and i can't wait to hear your opinions! i am also crossposting on ao3, feel free to interact there as well.

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part one | part two | part three | ao3

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chapter one: see you tonight?

“…Fuck, just like that-“

That voice. Yes, that’s how you ended up here, you think, as you roll your hips, feeling the exquisite contours of Obi Wan’s cock stretching your walls and pulling pleasure out of every cell in your body, and possibly from your soul too.

Ehem. Lord Kenobi.

And truth be told, that’s not exactly how things led here. Of course, his rich voice and the manner in which he used it were notable factors. The way he camouflaged his remarks under sweet quips never failed to make you giggle into the next day, and regardless of the topic (ashamedly, it was mostly about the other people in the room, and their rather obscene behaviors), the comments he made always reflected the intelligence behind it. He played the serious bit perfectly too, even though his reverent sentences carried some poetry, never pompous, yet deep enough to convey its origin and the realness of his sincerity… That’s why you started spending hours with him at balls in the first place. Ten minutes alone with him, undoing all the prejudice you had against the man. All the rumors about him were proven wrong, or at least, half true. And you liked that remaining part of the truth.

Only after that, came the subject of his charms. Not quite surprising, considering that there was no lack of handsome faces around, but a lack of brains in them. Or a true heart. You hated the hypocrisy of it all, and it was a blessing to find someone who shared that sentiment. Not to mention the benefit of him deflecting any unwanted company.

Likewise, he must've thought the same about you, thus your current position. It was obvious that both of you two had similar standards, even in these lewd matters. People didn’t call him a heartbreaker because he pursued a lot of women, but when he did and it came to an inevitable end, they were the shell of whom they used to be, like a person could be mummified by the absence of the joy he charmed people with it. And you, you weren’t the type to have somebody just because you could. No, you looked for a special connection, a click, and when you got lucky and found one among the countless candidates, you treasured it. Now, even the word click sounded wanting, there were sparks present between the two of you, a considerable, good dynamic you two had built, and that made everything just better.

You were almost sad thinking this was a one-time event, already knowing this is a moment you'll remember your entire life. (You weren't gonna push your luck on getting caught.) If there were such deals, two of you keeping it to each other forever in this aspect of life, you’d have signed that contract in a blink.

“Thought you said you were tired.” He breathes out, clearly an effort, yet the smug grin on his face leaves no room for doubt or pity.

“I’ve been sitting all day.” That’s how travel works in carriages, after all. “I think stretching my legs, is what I need.” You emphasize by raising yourself higher and slowly sink back down a few times, a motion that pulls moans from both of your mouths.

Travel. It took you half a day to reach your aunt’s estate, and you were fairly certain you wouldn’t attend the ball that is currently taking place. Then, you realized there was no way your gracious hostesses would see you tonight, you were forced to enter the saloon. It would be a quick in and out, maybe greeting a few more people, no dance, with the very valid excuse of I’ve been on the road all day and I am quite exhausted ready on your lips at any interaction. This was why you didn’t even bother to put much effort into your looks, opting for a change of dress, and nothing more. No jewelry, no retouches to your hair. After all, it would just add to your part if you seemed slightly off.

Somehow, it turned out to be a regrettable decision, when numerous eyes turned to you as you took a step into the room, and even longer after that. Maybe not every head turned or the music came to an abrupt stop, the sprouting silence broken by collective whispers, but it happened, subtle yet enough to make itself known. You were given the same treatment for years at this point, but there was no getting used to it. Color that had been settling in your cheeks seemed to be permanent, at least for the night, not leaving your side as you took your place among your relatives. The expensive fan you were gifted by- God knows who, you were in no mood to remember it now, did nothing to relieve your suffering. 

And, countless other greetings don't help either. You fastened the movement of your hand, curling your lips into a forced smile. You could truly get tired from all these repeated words and gestures.

"I'm afraid I forgot to bring my dance card." You said again, to the third man who came with the same offer, Duke Caldo, all true except the part "forgot". You left it, willingly, just in front of your vanity mirror. The mirror which you desperately wanted to see yourself in right now, away from the ball. 

"A great pity." The exclamation didn't come from him, though. 

Your fan dropped from your hand and closed itself when it hit your wrist, dangling from the loop around your forearm as you heard that voice, no introduction ever needed. Perhaps, not even his voice was required, for there was always that unexplainable change in the quality of air in the rooms he occupied, like he was casting a spell on those around him, trickling magic dust with every step, a rare perfume. You wouldn’t use such metaphors if it wasn’t for the simple fact that your body always figured out his presence before your mind, catching a sense of that hypnotic essence. You often realized all the hairs on your arm standing up, or a tingling sensation in the back of your neck, breathing getting a bit harder, only to quickly locate him in your eyesight. 

"Lord Kenobi." It is said in a contemptful respect, a greeting and a goodbye. “Goodnight, my Lady.”

You didn’t even bother to mutter a proper response, and frankly, the Duke didn’t wait for one either. So, all your focus can be reserved on the man in front of you. 

You raised your arm as if intending to extend it so he could complete his small tradition of placing a kiss on the back of your hand, like he has done every time your paths crossed, even multiple times a day (that’s exactly how you noticed it was more than a simple salutation), (honestly, you liked it, his daring movement revealing a lot about his nature), only to flick it to reopen your fan. The gentlest gust of it licking your skin was more than enough now, making it all too pleasing to watch him save himself with a deep bow of his head, the annoyance quickly turning into a satisfied grin, like he didn’t expect anything less from you. 

“That looks even more beautiful in your hand.” He pointed at it, but his eyes wandered all over your body. You did the same, though there was little notice, his usual beige suit far too familiar. Your focus was always on the fact that he looked so good in it, taking in the broadness of his shoulders, or his defined arms exquisitely pronounced over the fabric.

Right. So it was his gift. Why did you ever entertain other possibilities?

You weren’t going to disappoint him by mentioning it is only here because your panicked maid accidentally packed the first item she saw, for you never took anonymous gifts. You didn’t need the attention they brought.

"And I couldn't thank you enough for it. I can practically name it my savior tonight." You answered, making a show of lavishing yourself in the stream it creates.

"My only source of pride is the fact that it perfectly blends with the rest of your attire. Now, I can proudly say I know your taste."

Classic Obi Wan. Even his compliments, far from usual, borderline scandalous. He's been peppering you with them ever since the start of your friendship and you were never immune to them. You outright enjoyed them. Especially now, they didn’t help the simmering tingles forming at the depths of your belly, amplified by weeks of solitude. “Only a part of it I’m afraid, but you’ll learn the rest in no time, don’t worry.”

“Can’t wait.” He grinned and scanned the room for prying eyes. Finding none, he made himself more comfortable by your side, hoping to spend the rest of his night with you. 

“I didn’t expect to see you tonight.” You admitted, somehow managing not to sound like you’re overly joyous of that not happening.

“I could say the same about you.” Was that excitement, or disappointment in his voice? Was he planning of politely ravishing other women, when you were not present to entertain him? Something told you those were not among his intentions, the smile on his face too honest, his twinkling gaze focused solely on you. 

You tilted your head and curled your lips. Touché. “It is nice to attend the ball your acquaintances are throwing, even if you arrive late. But for you, sir, I'm afraid people will actually think you're looking for a wife."

He rolled his eyes. There was a hint of offense in them just at the mentioning of the subject, but the playful type, not the exasperated type he uses for others. 

"Curious. The diamond of the season is also here. Isn't it strange that she still hasn't found someone, it's nearly the end of the season?" You inhaled sharply, dramatizing further. "Do you have something to do with it, Lord Kenobi?"

He scoffed, the impossibility of it reflected in his voice. "The diamond of the season?-"

"I thought you deserve nothing less." You explained, but he interjected.

"I'm only interested in one diamond." He said, initiating intense eye contact.

It was your turn to scoff, and run away from his gaze. "I was never the diamond."

"Only because you saw how better you were than the rest, and fled just before the start of the season." His eyebrows were raised, begging for a denial.

"I had planned that trip months ago." You simply stated. "And I came back halfway through summer, didn't I?"

"Just like now."

"Do I need to remind you who you have been spending time with since June?" 

"And where were you coming from tonight, ending your visit of- how long was it?"

"I am fond of traveling. Balls and banquets can entertain someone so far. " You shrugged, "Lord Kenobi, are you trying to say that you missed me?" 

"I could never claim otherwise." 

That was true from your perspective as well. All these years of constant traveling, and this year was the first time you missed what you left behind at home, even during the buzzing, pretense-filled months. None of it seemed that intolerable, and somewhat fun, if you dare to admit. You knew this impression was his doing, and now after your while spent apart, the feeling came back tenfold, almost making you squirm over such loose confessions.

That was it. That was the turning point of the night.

“Truth be told, the night is going much better than I dreamed of, and I almost regret forgetting my dance card.” You raised your chin, and sent him a look. “Would you be so kind to help me find it?” 

You could basically see the gears turning, a fire behind his eyes, fueling the desire growing in the depths of your belly. His gaze was piercing, even after he’d long decided, the truth known to both of you. Your heartbeats must’ve been visible, you imagined, and felt it skip a beat as he licked his lip. “Lead the way.”

Now that’s, how you ended up here.

However, as you look down at his face, the story gets blurry, perhaps outright loses its importance, abandoning your mind. His hair is tousled, a rebel strand in front of his eyes, and moves with every bounce. Your hands are too busy to hold onto his sweaty chest, slightly tugging on the auburn fuzz. You wanted to do that ever since he took his shirt off.

(Then again, you’re not sorry for the amount of time you couldn’t, drowning in him. The moment you felt his expert lips on yours, all your will to protest anything had died. Later, as his fingers joined the show, you quickly realized you were fine with what he gave, but he, ever the gentleman, let you prevail.)

It is a sight. And the moans that fall from his lips surpass the delicate melody the musicians are playing downstairs in every way, which can still faintly be heard. (You never thought an orchestra would accompany you during this, but here you were. It is a detail you’ll remember with a smile while looking back at it, but now, you couldn’t care any less.)

“You’re taking me so well.”  He starts to thrust his hips up slightly, meeting your rhythm, but never overtaking it.

“I know.” You giggle, but the reaction he’s taken notice of is your fingertips digging in further, and your walls fluttering around his cock.

When you start to falter a bit, perhaps due to the fatigue settling on your muscles embarrassingly not long after his words, or his mere presence clouding your brain, his fingers that have been resting on your thighs slowly ascend to your hips. The fingers drenched in your juices, another element that has the coil in your belly tighter. The next few strokes, with his guiding hand, touch something deep inside you, and your jaw hangs open.

“Fuck…” is the only word you can mutter, and he chuckles at it.

“Is that so?” He mocks, but brushes your loose ringlets with a single hand, and caresses your nipple on its way down. The latter shows his true disposition, and that drives you to be more vocal, if you weren’t already.

“You feel… so… good.” You can hardly say, as your puffy clit drag against his skin all so deliciously like this.

He twitches inside you at the compliment, and you throw your head back with a whine. Despite the fact that he would kill to see your face, he doesn’t push, enjoying the state he’s putting you in with his voice. Every praise that falls from his lips earns him a melodic moan, along with the feeling of you tensing and relaxing, always responding to his call in one way or another.

You’re one step away from being a doll at his bend, though you couldn’t care any less, not when you are this close.

He likes it, very very much. Yet, not enough to silence his wishes of how to ruin you, in the best way.

In a blink, you find yourself on your back, and him on top of you. That’s not the first thing you see, though. It is his hand, lifted from wherever it fell, catching your chin to turn your head to him. Sounds of panting are all there is, no movement, no words, not even your rapid heartbeats drumming in your ears seconds ago as if the world stopped for a second.  

His thumb caresses your lower lip, and you let it slip in. God, you can still taste yourself. The revelation has your objections at the change dead, your face twisting, yet he tsks thrice, capturing your attention.

“Let me see those eyes.” Obi Wan commands, and you have no choice but to oblige. “You look so good beneath me.” 

Somehow, his words have you flushing and squirming as if that was the most inappropriate thing happening in this room. Funny, how he breaks your will, and you let it. Against all the talk of your friendship, until an hour ago, you’d have lashed out at an equivalent demeanor, even said in affectionate terms. (Any other way is simply impossible, anyway.)  But, that hour proved itself to be much precious, and now with that glossy gaze, snatched right from the brink of climax, you focus on the doting aspect, how he cannot get enough of the image of you.

You start to writhe, the new emptiness inside you unbearable. “Touch me, Obi Wan…”

He's not proud of the way your begging has his cock leaking, though that hardly stops him. He lives for mutual pleasure, even just yours at the moment, yet you look so pretty like this, grasping the sheets. 

"Like this?" He slides his thumb further into your mouth, relishing the feeling of your tongue swirling around it immediately. Or course he wasn't expecting you to suck him off if you didn't want to, nor would he ever ask for it, he can't help but imagine the feeling, his hips rolling in seek of stimulation.

You shake your head, and his finger is freed with a pop. You frown as the sole contact you have with him is lost. It is a warning sign for him, the fragility of your dream-like state, a reminder of how he has to do better, if he wants to take control. As a gentleman, he wanted to give you everything you desired, but since it was your first time together, a terra incognita, he had to be sure of your limits, so he followed your wishes gladly. The wishes which were masterfully balanced versions of both of your needs. The same problem troubled you too of course, but you were a quick learner, a connoisseur of his taste in no time. The fact that it was very similar to yours was an exciting discovery, certainly a pleasant one, and was a great help, so great that it almost felt like cheating. While he took no issue with your tricks; the urge to take you on his terms, the compulsion to show you how he wants to cherish you couldn’t be suppressed any longer. He had to let you know.

He leans in closer, his arms bend as yours find his shoulders like a habit, “Like this?” He murmurs, right before brushing his lips against yours, effectively swallowing your whine. Though it was a sound of protest, all complementary sentiments die when he nips at your lower lip, and you open your mouth, lost in the sensation of his tongue licking yours, and his sweet essence. In contrast to his other needs taken good care of, he hadn’t taken enough of the feeling of our mouths joining. God, he spent hours imagining your mouth, curling into every shape as smart words spilled from it, enhancing his fascination with you. It fires the flames of haze further, even if he’s not actually properly touching you. Your hand roams his neck, then etches itself into his silky hair. You’ve done that a few times now (and found his response most addicting), but it is hardly satisfactory compared to the amounts you dreamed of doing during these last couple of months. You saw him prim and proper mostly, not a strand out of place, making you marvel at its excellence, and the itch to mess it up growing stronger each instance, a stark contrast to your surroundings. Also, there were times the infamous piece fell in front of his eyes, and sometimes even more disheveled than that, riding a horse, enjoying sports with his friends, and once after a bath, when your family visit started a little earlier than planned. You were always admiring the way it reflected light, creating almost a halo around his head, especially in sunlight. It is the first thing your eye is drawn to whenever you’re in the same place, a beacon of sorts. You never thought you’d be this amazed by hair, yet the moans he produces when you tug on it, add to your astonishment, and you’re not sure if you can look at it again, without being reminded of this moment.

He breaks the kiss as for you to catch your breath, for he has long kept you away from it. Still, he continues to pepper you with tons of them, scattered all across your jaw and neck, in search of that sweet spot that has you cursing. It is not a serious journey, in fact, he does more than press his lips against your skin properly, tease you with his open mouth, drag his tongue along the taut muscle, nip and outright bite, once.

“No marks-“ You protest. Futile. You should’ve warned before he started to nibble, way before he sank his teeth, but it has happened after all, and you can already feel blood settling on the sites of his attack. “What I am going to tell my maid now?”

“The truth.” He retorts. “Of how you led Lord Kenobi into our bed, and did dirty, unspeakable things with him.”

That earns him a harsh pull at his scalp, and a pat on his shoulder. He meets with your glaring gaze, and cheeks redder than a minute ago. So, he’s still on your good side. Barely.

“Apologies, my dear.” He takes the hand that smacked him, and places a peck onto your palm before placing it back. You can’t break the eye contact as he does so, something about his appearance, perhaps his position, or the charming contours of his face, or the way he deals with your anger keeps you from kicking him out. Caressing your open legs, he massages them ‘til they relax afresh, squeezing at the soft flesh. You hiss when his movement nears your inner thighs, thanks to his beard, and the climax it brought you. The gesture hints, still, there’s the matter of fire burning in your belly. “Couldn’t resist, you know me. Let me make it up to you.”

He wastes one more second to carve this image inside his head, then fulfills his promise. He likes the way you tremble while you wait, a whimper leaving your mouth at him taking his cock into his hand and stroking it a few times. God, how you wish that was your hand. Damn your stubbornness, and demand for compensation. You put extreme effort into staying still, releasing a shaky breath when he places the tip at your entrance.

Remember when he said “ruin”?

He doesn’t push it in, instead letting it slide up your slick folds, and tap against your clit. You nearly jolt at the touch, yet again tasting bliss, even if it is in mere drops. He repeats the action, and you sob, digging your nails into his shoulders. Maybe you’re the one leaving marks now, but you don’t care. Eye for an eye you can say, in retrospect.

“You’re so wet.” He can’t stop looking into your glistening core. He also can hear it, the squelching sounds echoing at his every movement. He knows you can too, that it calms your nerves, though they act up for different reasons. “All this for me?”

Unfortunately, you are late to realize he doesn’t take your moans for an answer. You can’t help it, you are unable to form words. Even if you gather the strength, they die out at your throat, especially under his piercing look. Fuck, he loves how cockdumb you’ve become for him.

He takes pity on you then, dropping his cock to briefly rest on your opening, and forces his fat tip in.

Your back arches, a throaty sound filling the room. He shushes right next to your ear, in an effort to calm you down as he slips the rest in. It is as if you’re taking him the first time, like you weren’t riding him moments ago.

“Fuck-“ That’s the only reaction, the only answer he needs. You fall back into the sheets, the first time he rolls his hips, and sets a new rhythm, a slow one to kindle the flame once more. Your hair probably getting tangled from the way it’s rubbing against the sheets, and your legs are split wide open. You feel every vein and ridge moving against your walls, the slight resistance disappearing in no time. His chest brushes against yours, and combined with the warmth of his breath, so close to yours, it’s easy to let go of your worries.

This is why you ended up here.

“Faster!” While he already feels great, it’s not the exact pattern to provide that sweet release, not in the timeframe you hoped.

“I want this to last, dear.”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head. A part of it due to irritation. Being subjected to that response before, he snickers to see you’re still you, even when you’re literally fucked out of your mind. As he does so, his lips skim yours. You take it, greedily, one hand first on his neck to ensure he stays, then to his unruly tress, aspiring to compel him into the middle ground. That earns you a few groans, yes, but his will doesn’t seem to falter even a little bit.

Perseverance, is a mutual quality, as you already know.

You slowly release the grip you have on his head, emphasis on slowly. It goes unnoticed, thanks to your timely bite, the same assault he once carried out. You don’t waste the access to his tongue, sucking on it. You’re not sure if his moans are increased in number, or if it feels more because you swallow every single one of them, but the fact that his beard starts to prick your cheeks harder gives you an idea.

Your free hand falls into sheets and slithers across the length of your body. Just a little more- you’re almost about to touch your –

His fingers wrap around your wrist instantly, dragging it up, a little further away from your face. You twist your neck, a wail coming out as you reject his kiss.

Only to be met by the sight of that said fingers running up your palm, and interlock themselves among yours.

Your breath hitches, for reasons unknown to you.

“Ah- ah -ah.” He tuts, though there’s not a hint of disappointment in his voice. “What kind of a gentleman would I be if I let you do all the work?”

You can’t believe one physical contact, and his words, are enough to carry you to that previous peak. Your pussy contracts around him, beyond your control, an indication of your closeness, nothing compared to before.

“Ngh- that’s it.” He encourages, “Just relax and take it.” That’s more sincerity than you’ve ever heard from him.

It goes on and on for a while, him doing exactly what he promised to do, and fulfilling his wishes in the process. He already knows this could go on ‘til morning, and he still wouldn’t be completely satisfied, longing for your presence the second he leaves the bed. Still, he continues, pushing himself to his limit, and that’s getting quite harder when you clamp on him that hard. He feels his cock leaking, begging for that sweet end.

When his arm that’s not supporting his weight travels down, caressing your hip before pressing his thumb to your clit, finally, you reward it with a whisper of his name, a sound he won’t dare to forget. Your back arches impossibly higher, and he has to lean back, abandoning his other hold.

Your limb stays in the spot he left it.

He curses at the realization, perhaps its effect mirroring yours when he first initiated the contact. Fuck, how are you so perfect? He snaps his hips harder, and circles his thumb, feeling it throb.

“Obi Wan-I’m c-“

He loves how your words are cut with the need to scream that you gulp down, only resigned to breathing as your face contorts with pleasure. “Cum for me, love.”

Your moans blend into each other, as he cannot stay still at the feeling of your walls squeezing him so tight. He holds your trembling thigh, fondling the soft flesh, adoring the way it spills from his grip. He doesn’t stop ‘til they settle again once more, and even a little longer than that, pulling out in the last minute to cover your belly with his spend. 

That act keeps you from turning to your side, and feeds the desire to hug the sheets, a soft but firm ground for your senses to return. You're not complainant of it anyways, you have a far better view in front of you, defined muscles undulating with each heavy breath, glistening due to the light coat of sweat covering them, lips puffy and slightly flushed with blood, as well as his cheeks. You always thought he was devilishly handsome, but this, this is something else. The world should consider itself lucky, or it would bend to his will just from his looks. Or unlucky, for the honor is bestowed upon a handful of people. 

He believes he's blessed with the sight upon him, too. Still holding onto your thigh, he delights in spontaneous tremors that possess it. If he looks closely, he's sure he can see the faint mark he left. Your hair is sprawled around, much in contrast to the delicate up-dos you and every noblewoman fashioned, its most natural form, and the intimacy of it definitely causes a small breakdown. You belong in a painting, depicting goddesses and nymphs, a grace outside the limits of time and culture. Your droopy lids and tired pull at the corners of your mouth fill his chest with pride and more adoration, like after his every successful attempt to elicit a reaction from you. It happens often, thanks to the understanding that grows between the two of you, but every example is still treasured in in his mind.

“Well, I don’t know any better way to spend the night.”

You giggle. “I agree.”

“We should’ve done this before.”

Your lifted brows are the perfect answer. Like it’s that easy.

But he has a point, too.

In the comfortable silence, he gets up from bed, a sigh at the roar coming from downstairs, drowning the music. That’s still going, huh? You watch as he wets the nearest towel, and returns, cleaning the mess with unexpected gentleness that it almost tickles. There’s no aim to steal one more touch at his movements, no personal gain except an easy conscience, and even that is a stretch because it’s most natural to him, his understanding of tenderness.

“Well, thank you, sir.” You sit up, with a yawn, and scooch backward to your pillows as he retreats to give himself the same treatment. “And my nightgown, please.” You point to it, and amusingly follow his subtle headshake, and efforts to hand it over. He hesitates for a second at the last minute, considering rebellion, a last joke. You see it, and snatch the fabric from his grip before he can tighten it. He can feel it sliding over his skin, the light material flying. You slip it on, aware of his voyeur. with a victorious smile cut too short as exhaustion creeps into your bones. You’re no different, in any case, settling into the fluffy pillows, curiously examining each piece of clothing he puts on from afar, the unwritten rule of his habits, his hidden glances at your mirror in a feeble pursuit to tame his messy hair. You’re willing to be charged guilty for that.

He stalls, though, you can feel it after a while, around the time sleep clouds your vision. How could anyone blame him for not wanting to leave, carve your picture to his mind, and calm his yet again straining cock at it?

“You should be going. Servants are going to be wandering these corridors for orders, soon.” Your heart winces at the warning, because he's not the type to need it, or disregard you to put you at any risk. But your cognation runs thin, and he needs to know the dangers he might face. 

"True. Right. You're correct." Is that a stutter? "Good night, my lady."

"Good night, Lord Kenobi.

"Glad to be of help in stretching your legs." 

The cushion falls short to exactly hit him, but the sentiment is clear. 

In the morning, you uncover the reasons behind his diversion. 

Bastard signed every slot in your dance card.

[mossy-opal]

Must Be Doin' Somethin' Right

Kai Chisaki x Reader

Content Warnings: Depressive Thoughts, Murder Mentions, Child Abuse Mentions, SMUT, Dominant Reader, Edging, Guided Masturbation, I think that's it, if I missed something tell me

The legal system was no help after his release, even if he was deemed "harmless". Despite knowing full well what he was capable of, they still put him back out on the streets, on probation of course. They kept him under lock and key for the most part, if he went anywhere or did anything, someone would know about it. He had to report to his probation officer once a week, and every visit was as uneventful as the last.

After all, what could a man with no arms manage to accomplish? It was pathetic, how far he'd fallen from grace.

He needed help, more help than anyone was willing to give. In order to get help, legally at least, he needed to sign certain forms. That would work, if he had arms.

Kai Chisaki, once a man whom many feared to cross, now lay in his dingy, disgusting apartment, in dirty clothes, with stubble on his face, just a moment away from putting himself out of his own misery.

Hearing a knock on his door, he didn't even get up, if it was his probation officer they'd let themselves in regardless. When a new person walked in with a smug look on their face, that got his attention. He sat up, looking up at the individual with a glare.

"Who are you and what do you want?"

They laughed, leaning against the wall, "From you? Nothing. I'm actually here to offer you a deal, Overhaul."

Hearing his old villain name got his attention, his eyes widening.

"You'd better be careful with that name, who knows who could be listening…" He warned.

The stranger shook their head, "Not to worry, I'm actually a family friend of your probation officer, that's why and how I know where you live! Now, do you wanna know why I'm here, Chisaki?"

He didn't answer, only glaring.

"Well, I'm here to offer a deal, like I said. Favours for favours, if you catch my drift…"

Kai thought about it for a moment, then shook his head, "I have nothing for you here, you can see yourself out-"

"Oh but you do! Y'see, I find myself in a bit of a pickle," They started walking towards his bed, squatting down to his level. "I'm not exactly the strongest person in the world y'see, and you, well you have seen better days- But I can help you if you can help me! I need a handyman, a workin' man, if you wanna call it that- You can be my man!"

Kai blinked, ".... Uh huh… Well, as I said, I'm not exactly in the position to be, as you so eloquently put it, a working man."

As he said that, he lifted what's left of his arms, before glaring at the stranger again.

"Now, get the fuck out."

The person stood up, stretching, "Alright, alright, I'll leave you to wallow in self pity- Didn't even give me a chance to state my half of the bargain…"

Kai grunted, not interested in whatever this person was selling- "Would be a real shame though, I could get you some amazing prosthetics. I know a guy."

They shrugged, turning on their heel. "But, you said no, so-"

"Wait."

They stopped, a grin on their face before turning back to Kai, who was now standing.

"Yes…?"

He hesitated, which from what the stranger had heard, was very unlike him.

"I'll help you with whatever you need me to help you with, so long as I get those prosthetics first."

"Oh absolutely! I'm not a monster, I wouldn't make you do shit you can't do, just for my own amusement! When you get your nice new prosthetics, then we can shake on it- Deal~?"

He glared once more with a sneer, before he nodded.

"Deal."

That was how he met you.

From then on he was, unfortunately, indebted to you. You had him moved from his crummy apartment and into your own house, on a farm. It was no wonder you wanted help, there was a lot of work to be done. Despite him insisting he didn't need to know anything about you, you went ahead and told him nearly everything about you and your life. It was like nails on a chalkboard, being in your presence, even if you helped him. To make matters worse, many of your ideals aligned with his own, just to a far less extreme.

You didn't have a quirk, your family never had quirks, and you believed the stereotypes of quirks and the society built around them was flawed. Even in passing, you had mentioned how much better things would've been had quirks never appeared.

However, despite the similarities between the two of you, Kai was certain that he hated you.

You were loud, obnoxiously so. You were far too lax for your own good. Eventually, acting the way you did would either get you hurt or killed- He couldn't wait for the day. You weren't messy, which was a good thing, but still, you were simply gross. Being in your presence alone would've given him hives, had he not been in poor living conditions prior.

He told himself that often, almost as if he was reminding himself you were gross. His mantra was said even more often while you were helping him around the farm. You took your shirt off far too often, each time you did so made him nearly vomit. That habit being a part of that relaxed personality that he despised.

Even if you helped him, he was as cold and cruel as you'd heard. It posed a challenge to you, but eventually, you got bored. He wouldn't let you in, which was fine, he didn't have to- But having him around was to help with that loneliness you felt. Your parents were long dead, and with no other real family, you were bored. You were lonely. Even with Kai around, he was only there to fulfil his debt to you, he made that abundantly clear.

Oh, well there's an idea.

If he didn't want to get to know you or share with you, that was fine, but he owed you. Why not cash in? Maybe indulge a little? With your intentions known, Kai… Didn't know what to do. You started asking him to do many other chores around the house, practically kicking back while he took over cooking and cleaning. It disgusted him, how much of a "house-husband" he had become. Despite that, you were still rough with him, a vast difference from anyone else he'd ever known. The people he surrounded himself with were always useful, obedient to him, never looking him in the eyes.

You, on the other hand, practically looked down your nose at him. He didn't know how to handle your demands, he wanted to bite back, more than anything, but… But he didn't. He never bit back with more than a snide comment or a grumbling insult, but he never raised his voice or his hand against you, and it left him baffled.

It wasn't because he respected you, it wasn't because he felt so indebted to you that he didn't fight back. It wasn't because he wanted your praise, he never-

"Such a good boy~"

You had said it in passing, more like a joke than anything, but it still struck something in him. A chord that's never been strung, a new song they played in the back of his mind. He'd been praised before, but never like that.

It was disgusting, how he had a physical reaction such as that, he was ashamed of himself, how violated he felt.

That was when he bit back with more force.

"Don't you dare speak to me like I'm a fucking dog!"

"Oooh, careful pup, might have'ta muzzle ya because of that bite- Haha!"

Your nonchalant response proved it was, in fact, supposed to be a joke. But the visceral reaction he had was very much serious. He's never felt such a jolt before, not even when he had his first successful test of the quirk removing bullet. It felt similar to his first intimate interaction with a woman, but he hated how that felt. So in turn, he hated how he felt now.

How dare you.

All because you seemed to enjoy torturing him, you had the audacity to start teasing him more often, which he was not happy about in the slightest. It made him feel sick, it made everything feel too hot, it made him feel clammy, it made him grind his teeth, and he despised it, but not as much as he despised you, because you kept doing it.

So why didn't he just leave?

You had given him prosthetics, let him freely roam your farm land, given him more than enough payment for his work so he could survive on his own- But there was one problem.

He was still on probation, and he would be for the foreseeable future.

Who's to say you wouldn't take him to court for not paying you back for the prosthetics you so graciously provided him? If you did that, and you would, he would be put right back into Tartarus to pay for his crimes. Then he would really be a shame to the Shie Hassaikai, more than he is now. No, he had to see this through to the eventual end. It would take a long time, but if there was one thing he was confident in, it was his patience.

Although, that in it of itself was a tall task. You pressed him, you pushed him, and he couldn't do a damn thing about it. The only thing he could do was whatever you asked him to do. Help you with the farming and yard work, help you move lumber and firewood, help you keep your chickens in place, clean up… Whatever you needed, he would begrudgingly do for you.

Unfortunately, it all came to a head one day, while his probation officer was in for a visit. You usually stepped out for them, but decided to stick around today, for whatever reason.

Now, truth be told, he wasn't very fond of his probation officer. They were far more rude to him than you were, making snide comments while asking questions, brazing remarks when he didn't answer fast enough. Well, their behaviour didn't change, even with you in the room. If anything, it was more harsh than usual. You were oddly quiet for the most part.

"Well, good to know you're finally on a leash-"

"Can you stop?"

When you spoke up, Kai looked over at you, as did his probation officer, who scoffed.

"What? It's not like you treat him any differently. He's a murderer-"

"Yeah well he's still human, and I'd appreciate it if you spoke to him in a better tone. You are in my house after all."

"Pfft- Better tone? As if! He doesn't deserve a better tone, and who the hell are you to tell me how to speak to him? You do the exact same thing!"

"I really fuckin' don't, you can believe that! He may have done some horrible shit, but so far he's come a long way, no thanks t' you! It was only after I stepped in he actually started making the changes your court system says he has to make!"

"He is a child abuser and a murderer, not some project for you to work on!"

"Oh as if you give a shit about children! How many murderers are running that stupid fuckin' government funded 'hero agency' you fuckin' worship!? Get outta my house, the next time you come here, you better behave yourself, or I'm reporting you for misconduct!"

"Get bent, you stupid bitch!"

Practically shoving his probation officer out of your house, Kai watched the entire thing with wide eyes and confusion clearly on his face. Of all people, he wouldn't expect you to stand up for him. You never once excused what he did, you reminded him more than he reminded himself, he was a bad person. Yet, you defended him from mistreatment.

"Why did you do that?" He asked.

"Do what?"

Kai rolled his eyes, "Don't act like an idiot. Why did you defend me?"

You shrugged, "Good question- I dunno, suppose I just don't care for unnecessary bullying."

Kai shook his head, "You bully me all the time-"

"Well yeah, but like I told them, it's different."

"How is it different?"

"I don't mean for it to actually hurt you, just t' sorta… Remind you of where you stand~"

That answered no questions for him, and as he watched you walk away, he didn't expect to have any of his questions answered.

However, it didn't matter much as time went on. The two of you worked in somewhat synchronicity with one another, your teasing being met with his own, eventually. His probationary visits had also been lowered, from once a week, to once a month, due to his good behaviour. That only aided his high spirits, taking him one step closer to being a truly free man once again. Time moved on, day by day, the two of you only being visited quarterly after some massive improvements on Chisaki's attitude. As well as a change in his probation officer. That rude individual had been replaced with a kind little old woman. He didn't want to question why or how that happened without his knowing, he knew you wouldn't answer.

You were odd to him. Your bullying was far less harsh now, if you could even call it bullying. Kai wouldn't call it bullying, because it really wasn't at this point. If anything, it was an odd way of flirting. The most troubling new development, was his inability to descern if he hated it or not. He was certain your flirting was annoying, but it came to his attention, eventually, that he enjoyed it. You flattered him, made him feel- Odd.

But as much as he hated to admit it, he couldn't bring himself to hate the treatment. So much so, that he found it odd when you didn't flirt with him. Everything about the situation was just downright strange. He still didn't understand why you would help him like this, why you would defend him, why you would flatter him the way you did, why-

"It's getting cold out."

His attention snapped from the food he was making, to you coming inside from the evening.

"What?"

"It's getting cold outside, we gotta make sure the harvest is good, get some supplies from the city, then we should be set for the winter."

That was another thing you did that he found odd. You told him about your plans, and expected input from him, as if he had a choice.

"So, wanna come with me this time?"

He looked back at you, confused. "What?"

"Jeez, do I need to get your hearing checked out or somethin'?"

He clicked his tongue, "I heard you fine, what do you mean when you ask-"

"What the hell do you think I mean? I'm askin' you if you wanna join me to go into the city, not for your hand in marriage! It's not that complicated~"

Kai rolled his eyes and shook his head, "No, thank you. I would need to fill out a form in order to leave the property, and frankly I don't want to."

Your talking and teasing was drowned out after he said that, as he was thinking to himself about the realisation he just came to. He didn't want to leave. Despite everything…

But, you were right about it getting cold outside. The summer months slowly turned to fall, the leaves turning colour, and the sky darkening sooner. The two of you were able to harvest nearly everything before the first snow fall, and that was when Kai noticed just how badly the cold made him feel. Before, he was used to the cold, if anything, he preferred it. But now, it hurt him. It made his arms sore, as if they were heavier than how he was used to, and it was honestly horrible. Not only that, he felt useless now, watching you go in and out to retrieve fire wood or eggs, while he sat inside and did near to nothing. Despite your reassurance, he still felt… Disappointed. He wasn't sure if he was disappointed in himself, or disappointed that he was disappointing you. It never mattered before, how you felt about him, at least that's what he told himself, so why did it matter now?

What's worse, you noticed.

"Seasonal depression kicking your ass?"

He looked up from the fire to you, "What?"

You sat down next to him, handing him a mug of hot chocolate.

"Well, you've been real quiet lately, even after I annoy you, so something must be up."

He blinked, never having really paid it much attention before now.

"I…. Think I'm just not used to feeling this way. I hate feeling this way."

"Oh I getcha, I could only imagine how bad you must've felt when I found you-"

"That's just it, I think now I feel worse."

You looked at him, and he looked at you.

"When you found me, you… Gave me a new chance, an opportunity to help myself. As much as it pains me, I'm grateful to you, for that… But now, I can't help you. I can't do anything but watch you work, and it makes me so angry because… Because if I can't help you, what am I good for?"

You were silent, only making his thoughts run rampant.

"I can't seem to do anything correct, because everytime I've tried to do something meaningful with my life, it lands me right back at square one- Where I feel useless and pitiful, and frankly I'm disgusted with myself for allowing myself to feel this way, again. You found me and… Gave me a purpose. You put me to work, and as much of a bitch as you are, you've helped me…"

You snorted at that.

".... But now I'm sat here on your couch, in your house, wallowing yet again, because I can't help you more than you've helped me."

With that off his chest, he felt marginally better, but that darkness surrounded his mind yet again, before you spoke up.

"Well, if it makes you feel better you don't owe me anything anymore."

He looked at you again, "What do you mean?"

You shrugged, "I said what I mean, you don't-"

"No, that's not how this works, these prosthetics alone have costed you-"

"Don't worry about it, think of 'em as a gift."

He thought for a moment.

"And the allowance?"

You shrugged again, "Payment for your labour."

"And the room?"

"A place to stay that's not rat infested~"

"And the clothes? And the food? What about everything you've done for me- My probation being altered! I know you had a hand in that as well! So what do you mean I don't owe you anything? There is no way-"

You suddenly grabbed his jaw, something you've only ever done to fluster him on purpose, but it certainly shut him up.

"Will ya just shut your mouth and take what I give you? Fuck, you act like I saved you from some final destination death or whatever- I'm just being nice. Is that such a foreign concept to you?"

When you let him go, he was still silent. Did you not grasp the concept of debt? Especially for someone like him, whose whole life surrounded the teachings of the Yakuza, and how debts must be repayed. What you were doing for him went against everything he was used to, everything he'd ever known, and yet… He was somewhat okay with it.

Not entirely, he still had many questions, but he tried to ignore his nagging curiosity.

You were odd.

After that you made it a point to be as obnoxiously helpful as possible, to the point where Kai just had to look at something, and you would get it for him. It was annoying and it made Kai want to yell at you for making him feel so- So…. Pampered. In the end, that's all you were doing for him. Of course there were limits, you wouldn't help him with his prosthetics or get his clothes, but you were still helping him with damn near everything. He would ask you why, and you would shrug as per usual and give a half-hearted excuse,

"'Cus I wanna!"

But never more than that. Never a full explanation for why you did what you did. After all, you didn't have to. You teased him about it as well, making him flush and feel embarrassed, even if he knew you meant no harm in it. With the new development, came a new feeling Kai had been ignoring for quite some time.

…

By no means was Kai Chisaki a virgin. In his pursuits, he was sure to experiment at least once, despite the very particular parameters his paid-for partner had to follow. He was aware that sexual intimacy was nothing to write home about- It was far too complicated of a process to really get into it or pay more attention to it then he needed.

Unfortunately, this time with you had his curiosity reignited. His mind began to wander to places he had never ventured before, that prospect scared and intrigued him all at the same time. He wondered how your bare skin would feel against his. Would your hands be soft against him, or hard? Which one did he want more? He wondered how it would feel if he surrendered to you completely- Would you be kind, or would you be cruel?

Why did he hope for the latter?

So many thoughts would come to mind, and often at the worst of times- Sitting next to you, at dinner, while he would watch you chop firewood out in the cold, your jacket taken off to account for your labour, despite your red nose and rosy cheeks- That was the safest time for the thoughts to arise. When you were too busy with something else, when he could watch you for hours, and you didn't even notice.

At least, that's what he had originally thought.

"Hey, why have you been starin' at me?"

That question made him nearly choke on his food.

"Ha! What, didja think I wouldn't notice? Why else would I take off my shirt in this cold ass weather~?"

"H-how long have you known…?"

"Eh, a few weeks I think."

He scoffed, before getting up.

"Hey, where ya goin'!?"

"To my room."

You got up after him and practically started chasing him down, before you were finally able to get a proper hold of him. He didn't struggle much, it would hurt if he did.

"Let go of me-"

You laughed, "Nope! Not until you tell me why you like to stare at me~"

"Fuck you, you know why!"

"Oh we will, soon as you tell me~"

He stopped moving, looking at you.

"What?"

"What~?"

"What did you just say?"

"Mmmm, I don't think I'm repeating myself~"

Kai was lost on how to feel, unsure if he should feel scared or aroused by you… But, he was far too curious for his own good.

"And what if I was staring at you because…. Because I find you attractive?"

You moved closer to him, your warmth giving him goosebumps, as you breathed against his neck.

"I think I'd do something about it… I don't like being stared at~"

Kai had to bite back a shudder, cursing himself for stuttering, "W-what are you going to do… About it…?"

With a smirk, you dragged him to his room, throwing him inside. Without even closing the door, you followed him inside, unbuttoning your shirt. It was nothing new to see you topless, that was something he needed to get used to, but when you started taking off your pants, that's when he looked away.

"Uh uh, look at me."

The demand in your tone made his eyes look at you, struggling to keep his eyes in one place. He saw you smirk, which made him flush more.

"Well, come on pretty boy, you gonna take your clothes off, or am I gonna have'ta do it for ya~?"

"I- I don't-"

The way you sauntered up to him made him trip over himself, falling onto the floor.

"Don't tell me big bad Yakuza is a virgin~"

"I-I'm not-"

You put your foot on his crotch, making him gasp out a sharp moan.

"Then take your fucking clothes off~"

Slowly and shakily, he started taking off his shirt and pants, leaving on his briefs. He… Didn't exactly like the way he looked now, his arms being mostly synthetic, making him extremely self-conscious. Your voice snapped him out of it.

"Hey, quite gettin' in your own head and get over here!"

He hadn't even seen you get on his bed, laying on your back, your legs spread. He felt his face heat up, before he made it to you.

"Quit starin'."

"Yes…" His head snapped down, and he closed his eyes when he realised it.

You had him wrapped around your finger, and you knew it.

"Now what am I gonna do with you… Usually you're so obedient, it wouldn't feel right to really punish you… But, you have been staring at me for a while, huh~?"

Kai nodded, "Fuckin' answer me when I talk to you!"

You were always loud, but not like this. It made him… "Fuck- Yes, I've been staring at you for weeks…"

You purred, moving to sit up in front of him, while he sat on his knees.

"You dirty little slut, you probably got off while watching me work, huh?"

He could feel his dick twitch when you spoke to him like that, but he answered.

"N-no, I didn't…."

"Why?"

He didn't answer you for a moment, and you raised your voice again, "Answer me, slut!"

"I haven't touched myself with these hands…! I…. I can't."

You laughed cruelly, "Ooh, poor little bitch hasn't been able to get himself off because he's scared~"

Why did he like this so much? He couldn't even think of an answer before you spoke again, "Well, here's your chance~"

He looked up at you at that, confused.

"Don't give me that look, I know you're not fuckin' stupid. I want you to touch yourself~"

This had to be a joke-

"I'll even help you, because I'm so nice~"

You moved again, getting up and moving behind him, and before he could ask what you were doing, you pushed him down. Kai caught himself on all fours, but feeling you press against him made his questions die in his throat. He felt your hands trail from his shoulders to his deltoids, before trailing down his prosthetic arms, grabbing his wrists.

"I know you know how to do this, but I'll give you a reminder~"

After you whispered that, you moved your hand and his, stopping right at the line of his briefs.

"Come on, take your dick out."

Kai did as you told him, holding his hard cock in his hand, your hand wrapped around him as well. He shuddered at the feeling, simultaneously feeling more aroused than ever, and humiliated all the same. Feeling you squeeze his hand, and in turn his dick, he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"Do I have to do everything for you? Christ, I literally have to hold your hand while you jack off, this is fuckin' pathetic you know~"

Feeling you pull his hand up his dick, and back down, he shuddered again. While you moved his arm, your other arm wrapped around his chest, pulling him back to sit on your lap. You kept guiding his hand at a slow pace, which was torture while you grinded on him and bit at his neck. His gasping only increased while his eyes rolled back.

"Ha, you're drooling princess- Gross~"

He shut his eyes while you sped up, your other hand playing with his nipples. His breathing got faster, and his gasps slowly turned in to quiet moans, his eyes shut tight while his mouth opened and-

When you suddenly pulled away his hand, he cried out in protest, tears pricking his eyes.

"No no no please please f-fucking please don't-"

"Who the hell are you to be making demands~?"

He couldn't even see you behind him, but he could feel you grinding against his ass, your hold on his wrist tight. He whined again, small tears falling while he caught his breath, coming down from what was almost the best orgasm of his life. He heard you laugh, before he felt you lick his tears.

"Don't be such a cry baby, sweetness… This is your punishment~"

You pushed him down again, getting him off of you, so you could get up and get dressed. You were really going to leave him like this…

"Don't worry, if you're good, I'll make sure you get a reward, but for now, deal with it."

When you turned to walk out, you stopped.

"Oh, and if I find out you touched yourself again, and you cum? You can bet your sweet ass I'll be punishing you a hell of a lot worse."

He nodded, before you snapped your fingers, making him look at you- He bit back a squeak.

"Y-yes… I won't- Won't touch myself…"

You smirked, "That's a good boy~"

Tags: @slayersins @shadowsandshapes @dabislittlemouse @shockinglysubmissive @starstruck-flames @daniidil

[quadrant-query]

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Long-distance relationships definitely have their struggles, but it's entirely possible to make it work. There are some things that are vital to moirallegiance that can still be accomplished across a distance.

Building trust Building trust is important as fuck to your relationship, generally to any relationship regardless of square. You want to make sure you're checking in on them a lot, proving you're there for them through their day to day problems.

Sending Gifts Moirallegiance benefits a lot from making sure your partner is safely provided for emotionally and physically, gifts can certainly help with that. You can also prove that you're thinking about them by getting them something that you thought they would like, which pertains to their interests or otherwise reminds you of them.

Call Frequently Hearing your partner's voice is an effective way of feeling closer to them, which helps a lot with a moirail specifically as you often need to be able to hear your partner to be quickly and effectively soothed.

Have a Date Routine Having a routine you can rely on in which you have scheduled virtual dates is very good for helping you feel connected to each other. You can do things like eat dinner together or watch a movie together even when you're on opposite sides of the screen.

Be There for Them Treat it as you would any other moirallegiance-- listen to their problems, help bring them back down to earth, reassure and affirm them, and help them brainstorm solutions when necessary. All of this can be done over text and over the phone; ignoring your moirail just because you don't see them in person frequently is unacceptable.

Virtual Pile Sessions Okay, wigglers look the fuck away. Let's be real, moirallegiance is hard to manage without some effective chilltime. Sure, older trolls might turn their nose up at you or mock you, but plenty of research has proved that we know this for a fact: virtual feelings jams do promote better and more consistent relaxation and trust between moirails. Which is, you know, the entire point of moirallegiance in the first place. Yeah, it might embarrass you at first. It might feel weird or awkward. But if you're going to go through something really awkward for the first time why wouldn't you want that to be with your moirail? Hell, you can jam about how weird it feels to virtually jam. Look, the proof is in the pudding and this has been known for ages. Virtual shoosh-papping (Or "Shoosh-M-S-ing", "E-Jamming", or whatever you want to call it) is shown to have greatly positive effects on a troll's emotional health and well being. I'm not here to boss you around, but something with so many net positives should probably be considered.

I'm sure if you had the ability to plan a surprise trip to see your moirail you would have done that already, but that's a great way to show your pity as well.

In any case, there's tons of ways to show you care. And if you have access to any drone delivery systems, you can give any number of regular gifts or surprises that short-distance moirails can.

[modernmanblues]

Happy New Year to you!! ✨ Here’s to another year of loving our favorite hot men from the 70s and 80s lol. Speaking of hot men, I have listened to some of 10cc’s music and so far the songs I really like The Film of My Love, Speed Kills, and Headline Hustler. Their sound mostly reminds me of The Rolling Stones and The Who but they still manage bring new stuff to the table I think. I actually think the singer sounds a lot like Ringo Starr’s singing voice but that may just be me. So I read their bio on Spotify, too. So that Graham guy is quite the songwriter and wrote for other bands like The Yardbirds and The Hollies? I thought that was cool. By the way, I find Graham pretty attractive, too. Looks like they had one or two songs that became hits in America but that’s about it. From my understanding, being successful in America was like the holy grail for uk bands at this time. It they achieved that goal, they were on a very good track. When The Kinks got banned in the US, that seemed to hurt them a lot. Sadly for 10cc they didn’t stay popular in the US for long. But still, seven years is not bad at all. I know of bands that had much shorter life spans. It looks like they had a good run regardless. By the way, I’m curious about how you discovered them! Also, I’ve actually reblogged from you before the Secret Santa game! It was a post with two black and white pictures of Ray Davies. He’s just so..😍 I couldn’t resist. Anyways, talk to you later!

hello, dear. and a happy new year to you!! ✨

everything alright with your new year so far? and hey, here’s to another year of us loving these sensational 60s/70s men. they just don’t make them like they used to, do they?

while i may ogle at other 70s guys here and there, i cannot deny just how insufferable i am about that Eric Stewart. he is just..*chefs kiss* bellissimo!! the cherry on top. the icing on the cake. an absolute adonis. he just does it for me. no one like him really. and given that his birthday is on January 20th, and he is my soulmate sign aquarius, the gemini in me can’t help but make such a big fuss him around this time of year. a beautiful man, that Eric. i love him with all my heart.

Eric does have a Ringo way about him, doesn’t he? he is after all from Manchester, just across from The Beatles’ neck of the woods Liverpool. i really do feel like guys from Manchester and Liverpool have a certain charm about them that’s just so captivating, i can’t quite put my finger on it. anyway, i think part of the reason why i’m so attached to Eric is the fact that i feel like he is all four Beatles combined. he possesses Paul’s charming and cuddly persona, John’s wit and sensitive attitude, George’s humbleness and Ringo’s happy go lucky mindset. he is the entire package, what more could a girl want?

oh and don’t get me started on Graham. he is so charming, even in real life. i’ve seen him a couple times in concert and my goodness, he really has kept up his good looks all these years. good on him. what a talented fella too! after all, he did get his start on music arranging songs for those early British Invasion bands you mentioned. i think it’s brilliant, all the work he’s done.

it is such a pity that 10cc never made it in America. i’m sorry to say it but i blame it on the recording company they were signed into, who basically ended up gouging the poor boys for their money and did little to promote them in America. it has been said that they could’ve been much bigger, and be talked and raved about in the same way as The Beatles or Pink Floyd. but the management was the culprit for their demise. so sad, really but either way they were and still are such a brilliant little band.

and i am so happy you like all those 10cc tracks you mentioned, as they are my personal favourites as well! i recommend giving their Sheet Music and Deceptive Bends album a listen when you can. they won’t disappoint!

and my oh my, that Ray Davies..he turns heads doesn’t he? another beautiful guy along with his brother, David. as of recent though, i’ve been crushing heavily on Dave. i love how cheeky he is. little bugger, that one.

well it was really nice hearing from you again, darling. all the best to you in the new year. feel free to stop in anytime, always love chatting xx

[semper-legens]

79. A Little Princess, by Frances Hodgson Burnett

Owned: No, library Page count: 261 My summary: Sara Crewe has everything a girl could want. Riches, a loving father, a fine education...but Sara herself is a strange child. This doesn’t hurt her much, until her father dies and takes his fortune with him, leaving young Sara destitute. But through it all, she is determined to remain a princess. My rating: 3/5 My commentary:

This is a book I remember reading quite a bit when I was a kid. In retrospect, it's really not hard to see why it appealed to me. A strange little girl who manages to stay strong despite being forced into hardship by her circumstances...that's the sort of story that's like catnip to me. I saw a copy on the shelves at work the other day, so I decided to come back to it and see how I felt about it as an adult - if it holds up, if it works, or if the fact that it was written over a century ago really doesn't help its case. On the whole, I found it to be the same story I really enjoyed growing up...but I could identify some areas I was less comfortable with now that I'm older.

The first thing I want to mention here is our main character, Sara. She intrigues me. That kind of curious little girl, while obviously a real personality that kids can have, wasn't really seen as the norm at the time. These days, I'd wonder if little Sara would be classed as autistic - she's blunt, speaks her mind, and is prone to fantasy. While the writing sometimes falls into the Good People Like Her, Bad People Hate Her sort of trap, Sara herself is shown to have flaws. She can be rude, bad tempered, and spiteful when she wants to be. Though her circumstances do mitigate them, she's still not perfect, and would be considered less so in the Edwardian period this book was written in. Sara is mentioned as having black hair, green eyes, and skin darker than her counterparts at the school - her mother is dead, and I don't think the implication was meant to be that she's mixed race, but it's an interesting possibility. But all of this is in contrast to the perfect Edwardian child, a blonde, blue-eyed, ringleted, pale little girl. Sara is curious and outspoken, clever but not a braggart, able to endure suffering but still showing human weaknesses. She's a nice little character and I'm very fond of her.

So that's the positives. The negatives? Well, it's the Edwardian of it all. Sara was born in India and her saintly father is one of the colonising military Englishmen who went over there to do some colonialism. And also profit from diamond mines, I guess. Sara is used to being waited on hand and foot by Indian servants, and immediately after she is seen by Ram Daas, her neighbour's Indian servant, he wants to help her and gets her a lot of new furniture and food. (Admittedly, this is part of the charm Sara has that the non-antagonistic adults respond to regardless of ethnicity, but it does bear mentioning that there's a kind of loaded subtext here.) Becky, the scullery maid Sara befriends, is sort of treated by the narrative like being a maid is her only real option - her happy ending is that Sara's her employer now, while Sara herself regains untold riches. Sara treats her friend Ermengarde, who finds school difficult, as though she's stupid; it's a very patronising and pitying relationship. Sara seems destined to be rich, as her virtue and grace shines out even when in rags. It all points back to the values of the early 1900s being kind of askew with my values here in 2023, and it's no wonder that some adaptations have changed some elements of this - like Becky becoming Sara's adopted sister rather than her servant. I think that overall it didn't spoil my personal enjoyment of the book, but that might at least in part be due to the fact that I have fond memories of it. If someone read this first as an adult and really hated it for any of these reasons, I'd get it, you know?

Next, out into the wilds, as a group of girls escape the only home they've known.

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Dark Blood Chapter 14: Darkness VS Light

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Trigger Warning! This Chapter contains depictions of Bullying, racism, slur usage, hate speech, bigoted speech, religion critical dialogue, and depression. Reader's discretion is advised.

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The Arkum that hit the bus was still running, heading down the north street. It could feel that one of its kind had managed to hatch. Whoever it was, the Arkam needed to see them, to know what it was like to be alive. With the strength of its legs, it was going extremely fast, it would be able to catch the newborn Arkum in no time. Within a minute it reached the destination of where the energy was released. It halted at once, but the newborn was nowhere to be found, just some human buildings and some human vehicles. 

"Such wasteful and disgusting rodents" 

"They are, aren't they?" The Arkum jumped in shock, there he was the newborn. And behind him there were three others who were also close to achieving their perfection. one with a fleshy serpent like body and long whip like arms with spikes all over. another with a body resembling a lot of vicious looking branches and six arachnid looking bladed limbs for arms, and the last one was skinless with only dark bone plating covering its body and arms that were heavy with muscle and armor with small but sharp claw like fingers.  

"Hahahahaha! Apologies for startling you my lady, I am Insaro! And I just get so excited to meet new members of our kind. Because of those parasites and their disgusting rodent pets, some of our sisters and brothers died before they were ever born. Oh, what a tragedy, but their death's will not be in vain for we, the lucky ones, shall avenge them!" The Arkums behind him all cheered and roared in demonic ecstasy. After some time Insaro raised his hand and the Arkums silenced themselves just as fast. 

"And of course, our real mission has only begun! None of you are even born yet! How about that, well I guess the first thing to do is to get you all hatching!" The Arkum remembered the two giant vehicles it bumped into, both of which were full of rodents. 

"There's a group of rodents up down that road." The Arkum pointed at north Center Street toward south Center Street. 

"Are there any parasites?" 

"Just a few, shouldn't be able to pose much of a threat." 

"Good... let us get to purging then, shall we? every Parasite alive today is one less problem to deal with tomorrow." Insaro then gleefully skipped down the road head with his now four advanced Arkum pawns following him. the Arkum that hit the bus walked beside Insaro, it was excited to be working with a living Arkum but it pondered it felt unsatisfied for some reason. It quickly realized that the rodents asked why they were attacking this world. The Arkum growled in anger, it felt stupid for not knowing the answer to a question asked by a creature as pitiful as a rodent. 

"Something wrong my lady?" the Arkum then looked to Insaro. 

"I Apologize Insaro, I know this information will be presented to me once I hatch but I can't help but be curious. Why are we destroying this world?" 

"Hm? We're not destroying this world, we are saving it! The rodents poison every world they touch, thousands have perished because of their cruelty! We children of Grim are not the destroyers but the saviors of the universe! granted we serve the dark goddess now since Lord Grim was killed because of the false god Eden. but regardless we are the creatures of justice while the Zerku parasites are the monsters that enslave and destroy everything they deem unperfect all for the sake of their petty rodent pets." 

"Hm? but these rodents don't seem like destroyers, not that I'm defending them I do enjoy eating them it just doesn't seem there's no greater purpose for slaughtering useless rodents other than entertainment and nourishment." 

"It is very justified my lady, rodents start off cute when born but grow up into disgusting and horrible monsters. That's why the dark goddess had us possess all the adults first so that all the rest of us had to do was take out the children to ensure the extinction of all rodents and parasites on this planet. liberating the planet and all other organism enslaved by them." The Arkum was slightly confused, the rodents they saw were so pitiful looking and even the parasites seemed to be lacking in power. There was no possible way that those pitiful rodents could possibly pose a threat to the earth let alone the universe. Insaro punched the Arkum in the shoulder since it was too strong to notice anything else. 

"Ahem, apologizes my lady. I just wanted to say that there's nothing to worry about, no doubts required." 

"Oh, forgive me Insaro I am not being doubtful of our cause I am just doubtful of our need to consider such weak foes an actual threat." 

"Oh, their harmless now but if Eden gave them his so-called  blessings  we would be pulverized into dust. then there's the troublesome vampires and the confusing Fallen." 

"What?" 

"Oh, their horrible creatures that are of both light and darkness and thus are hated by both sides. Vampires are Zerku that have been infected by the black blood and now become masters of their own blood. but Fallen are much worse, Fallen have a pentagram which isn't exactly special on its own however the average Fallen are five times stronger than the average Zerku. Fallen are Vampires that lost their minds or so filled with grief and rage that makes them into monsters." the freaks all shivered in fear, a monster that was five times stronger than a Zerku and was mentally unstable was not something to be taken lightly. However, Insaro chuckled which both calmed and confused the freaks. 

"Heh, like I said not to worry, no one has encountered either creature in centuries and even if they were on this world, we would still win regardless. Thousands of worlds out there, and not one has won against the darkness. our dark goddess is ruthless as she is just, just like her parent lord Grim. soon this entire universe will be free from the parasitic Zerku and the destructive rodents only then can we liberate every creature of light with the dark blood that flows through our veins. that is our purpose of existence." 

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"MARCO'S AN EVO!" Kyle's bus had its engine wrecked, and it was getting dark making it unsafe and impossible to keep going, so everyone just settled into the white farmhouse. The younger kids and the injured stayed inside the house. The older kids camped outside while Jackson's surfers and some of the older kids stayed on guard around the house. The area surrounding was checked and thankfully no freaks were found, so the Elkins kids could settle here for now. Kyle, Sarah, Isaac, Oliver, Olivia, Jackson, Sam, Carl, and Cane were all outside sitting on plant benches that Cane made around a fire discussing the fact that Marco was an EVO. 

"Yes... I don't know how but yes." Kyle was so focused on Marco that he had forgotten to mention the android. 

"How is this even possible?" 

"Was the little guy pretending the whole time or did he just suddenly become an EVO?" 

"I... don't know." 

"Hey, what do you mean little? You're younger and shorter than him." 

"I'm still more mature than him." 

"Not for long! That kid is getting smart and fast!" 

"That sucks! Soon he'll be smarter than me!" 

"Carl, everyone is smarter than you." Everyone had a laugh, except for Carl who looked annoyed and Kyle who still was unsure how to feel about the situation. Kyle was looking at the ground showing no emotion, everyone took notice of him and stopped laughing. Jackson felt especially bad for starting the situation and just patted Kyle on the shoulder. 

"Hey, don't worry about him bro, he's still the Marco you know. He just happens to be an EVO now." 

"I'm not mad or disgusted at him but I feel like that's what he thinks." 

"He's probably just scared; I mean I wasn't exactly jumping for joy when I found out that I was an EVO." 

"This is different though, it's bizarre! The average EVO only finds out what they are till they become five or seven years old, and Marco is 14! Not only that he has a brain disorder... or  had  one at least." 

"He has been getting stronger lately, I guess in a way we should have saw this coming." 

"I don't think so I mean how can you just turn into an EVO? Doesn't it need to be inherited or something?" 

"Yes, actually quite surprised Jackson of all people was able to understand that but yes you need to be born an EVO you can't just turn into one." 

"Maybe you can." Everyone looked at Kyle, some were confused, while others worried on where this was going. 

"My parents were both humans, pure blooded humans. There wasn't an ounce of EVO blood in either of them, I mean how could there be. Everyone in my family hated EVO's." Everyone was in shock not because they realized that Kyle was an EVO son of two pure blooded humans but because they finally realized why Kyle almost never looked happy. 

"Jesus bro, you grew up with racists for parents!" 

"Discriminating an EVO isn't considered racist." 

"Kyle I'm so sorry, I had no idea that's what you went through every day." 

"Nobody did but that's not the point, my point is that my parents were pure blooded humans, so how could I be born as an EVO?" Everyone thought long and hard about it for a while, except for Carl who had a headache from all the talking. 

"I'm having trouble making sense of all this." 

"I have a theory... but I don't like it." 

"I can't be any more surprised than I was when I found out little Marco was an EVO" 

"Neither can I." 

"I believe I have seen the worst of this new world, so I think I'm ready to hear your crazy theory." 

"Yeah, let's hear it." 

"Actually, could we stop the talk for a few seconds... my head is still spinning." 

"Damn it, Carl! We weren't even talking that much!" 

"Ok... I believe that what happened is just the beginning, that in the end we'll all eventually turn into EVO's." Everyone went silent and was in complete shock. No one knew how to respond to this, then Carl threw up on the fire, nearly putting it out. 

"OH MY GOD!" 

"WHAT THE FUCK, CARL!" 

"Oh, come dude! *gag, gag* that's a lot to process!" 

"Seriously carl! We haven't even been talking for that long!" 

"He isn't wrong though." Everyone turned out of the circle to see Logan, who happened to be walking by, was now just standing there staring at them. They all groaned in annoyance, no one wanted to deal with Logan's nonsense, especially now. 

"It's scary to think what would happen to you if you lost your humanity." 

"Well, it's not bad being an EVO its great actually, so maybe if Isaac's therom-" 

"Theory." 

"Theory! Thank you. Is true things would turn out ok, maybe even better." 

"Of course,  you  would say that." 

"Pardon?" 

"Of course, an EVO would think this is ok." 

"What does being an EVO have to do with anything?" 

"Oh everything! Being an EVO means everything right?! Oh! EVO's are just so perfect! They can do anything a human can't because they are so much better than us!" 

"Enough!" Kyle then stood up and stood to Logan face to face. 

"What the hell is your problem!" 

"Nothing! I'm fine! At least while I'm still human!" 

"Logan please calm down." 

"SHUT UP, YOU HOMO!" Olivia tried to reason with Logan, but he instead punched them in the stomach and Oliver quickly caught them before they fell hard on the ground. Kyle was now enraged at the sight of his friend getting injured, so much so that his eye turned black, and the black veins grew out of his neck and spread throughout his body. Logan was a little scared but then he faced Kyle with disgust and pointed at Kyle's face while looking at the others. 

"Look at him! LOOK AT HIM! He's sick! HE'S A FREAK! more of a freak than those things trying to kill us! What if that happens to the rest of us! I don't want that, do you?! To become a freak?! A freak of nature?! A mistake of God?!" Kyle was furious with Logan, his nails turned into claws, he wanted to shred him into pieces. Instead, he raised his hand seemingly getting ready to strike down Logan; but instead, he just pointed at himself. 

"Do you think I asked for this? Do you think I wanted to turn into this? A FREAK! I DID NOT WANT THIS BUT I GOT IT ANYWAYS! SO DON'T YOU DARE ACT LIKE THIS IS MINE OR ANYONE'S FAULT!" 

"What if it is your fault? What if it's the fault of all the EVO's of the world?!" 

"Logan, please just stop-" 

"SHUT UP FREAK!" Logan then tried to punch Sarah in the face, but Kyle grabbed his arm and pulled it away from her. He even almost crushed it which caused Logan to grunt in pain until his arm was finally let go. 

"Logan, I think you should listen to Sarah; your argument has no grounds and its already been made clear several times that the EVO's are not our enemy's but our friends and allies. If we fight each other then things will go horribly, I think that lesson made itself painfully clear when we encountered Frost and his fanatics." 

"Yeah, give it a rest man!" 

"Hating EVO's is so stupid at this point they've done better for us than anything else especially since this apocalypse started." 

"So, what now? you guys decided to take the EVO's side?!" 

"Since when the fuck were there sides?!" Jackson zoomed up to Logan to try and face him down, however Logan was clearly the taller one. 

"Since you freaks destroyed the earth!" 

"Oh my god you absolute meat head! do you even hear yourself?! How the fuck is this whole apocalypse thing my fault? How is it Sarah's fault? How is it Tyler's fault? How is it Kyle's fault? How is it that bandaged headed guy-" 

"Sound." 

"Yeah how- wait his name is Sound?" 

"Yes." 

"... Um yeah, how is it their fault? How is it Cane's fault, huh? Huh?! Because last time I checked his power is good for the environment! And what about poor little Marco huh?! Is it his fault too?! Well, is it? Because he only became an EVO today! Oh, but that doesn't matter, right? EVO's are evil and shit according to you! Even though you don't have any proof!" 

"I have proof... there were six meteors that hit earth and made the EVO's, am I right?" No one wanted to respond because they were afraid of where this was going. Isaac's curiosity consumed him however, but he did figure that regardless of what Logan said he could change his mind. 

"*sigh* Yes that is true." 

"Now, tell me how many people saw the meteor that was miles away from the school hit earth and release the weird shadow things?" 

"I did" 

"So did I." 

"*sigh* I did" 

"There you go! EVO's and the Freaks both came from space! So, the EVO's have something to do with all this." 

"Oh wow! Look at you! The theorist of the century! Wow you really did crack the fucking case didn't you! You have everything figured the fuck out, don't you?!" 

"Logan his sarcasm does bring a good point. Just because EVO's and Freaks came originated form meteors via similar fashion does not mean they have the same purpose." 

"Oh right, next thing you're going to say is that EVO's were made to save us!" 

"Hey screw you! Cane, Kyle, Tyler, Sarah and I have been busting our asses trying to keep you and the other Elkins kids alive!" 

"Oh, and you've been doing a  marvelous  job at that! Look at where we are! and look at how many kids are dead! If you guys are really so amazing, then that means their deaths are on you fucks for not trying hard enough! you lazy self-entitled freaks!" 

"YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" Jackson used his power to increase the force of his kick, forcing Logan back first into the ground. Jackson got on top of Logan and started punching him continuously at high speeds. Kyle grabbed Jackson and got him off of Logan, then Logan got back up and tried to hit Jackson and Jackson tried hitting him back. All while Kyle was holding them both back from each other.  

Thanks to Kyle's hardened skin he felt no pain from either of their attacks and didn't feel tired no matter how much they struggled. However, this was clearly getting nowhere so Kyle pushed Jackson back and did the same for Logan but used less of his strength as to not seriously hurt him. 

"Jackson knock it off this isn't getting us anywhere." 

"Oh, what the hell, you trying to make me think your some kind of hero? go fuck yours-" Kyle then grabbed Logan by the throat and lifted him up in the air, which actually scared everyone. 

"I should kill you for hitting Olivia, but we can't afford to fall apart right now so I'll spare you for now." Kyle then threw Logan on the ground, Logan coughed and crawled back away from Kyle. 

"Let me make myself clear, I only like my friends and I couldn't care less about anyone else so don't ever think I would hesitate to hurt anyone who hurts my friends." 

"Oh? does that mean if I kill one, you'll kill me?" Everyone turned to the road to see a man in a dark grey suit with a half red half blue bow tie. The man also appeared to be wearing a mask it was half black and half while with a smiley face on it, the white side had the smile face red and evil looking while the black side of the mask had the face blue and normal looking. However, Kyle noticed he was bare foot but what caught his attention the most was the fact that his left foot and hand were pure black, and his right foot and hand were pure white. Meaning that his mask wasn't a mask, it was his face. Kyle couldn't precisely tell but he estimated with the man's height that he was in his late 30's or early 40's. 

"Hm? that's odd it seems that a little skirmished happened here, why would a Human want to attack an EVO?" 

"Mind your own business and fuck off old man!" everyone looked at Logan in either fear or anger, they had no idea who this man was, but it was clear he couldn't have been normal and probably wasn't human. the Apocalypse wiped out all the adults so for a man who looked to be older than that should have been impossible. The only explanation was that he was strange Android, given this morning's events that was not a welcome alternative. Kyle quickly looked back to the man who was still standing there but with his head now tilting then the smile on his mask like face grew wider. Kyle couldn't help but shiver and sweat in fear, that was indeed his face, and he was not anything close to human.  

"Mind my own business? hmhm, hahahahaha...  WHEN THE FUCK DID YOU RODENT'S CALL THE SHOTS? " Just from his voice alone Kyle felt like he was under immeasurable pressure, it was almost like a monster twenty time bigger than him laying its hand on his head ready to crush him at a moment's notice. The voice was so nerve-racking that everyone was frozen in fear, even Kyle had reverted to normal. Isaac was the calmest out of them all, but he was still scared none the less; Isaac heard that the strange man called Logan a rodent, a recently discovered trait that intelligent freaks to call humans like Logan rodents. the fact that the man looked nothing like a heavily mutated freak meant one of two things. Isaac was not particularly religious, but he prayed that he was wrong about at least one of his theories. 

"Hm? oh, your all cowering in fear, good, it's nice to see you understand your place." the strange man then opened his arms wide and from behind him several heavily mutated freaks showed themselves from the darkness. Kyle instantly recognized one of them as the freak that hit the bus, he was frustrated that the freak led the others to them but there was nothing that could be done anymore. 

"hahaha! look at the little rodent's and Zerku parasites cower in fear of the mighty Arkums! this is proof of the dominance of the darkness over the light! ... This is evidence of the demon's superiority over the angles!"

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Ally! life is such a crazy busy thing how dare life gets in the way of me reading fics!!! Anyway, I hope you’ve had a good day today (and a good father’s day if you celebrated!)

having 2 atkh updates was a rollercoaster! I’m very surprised on the direction we’re going because you’ve treated us so kindly with soft and gentle George in the past but seeing this version of him is really intense and complex i love it!! It’s like one minute he’s all loved up with matty and then the second he starts feeling threatened all that love and care is just gone which is heartbreaking for poor matty whose just nervously trying to make his boss and coworkers proud. We’re starting to see that George really just liked the idea of Matty that he made up in his head, was it pity? was it lust? did he think he could somehow “save” him? I guess we’ll find out omg I’m so nervous but in a good way

Anyway I hope your week is great and try to stay cool we don’t want another heatstroke!

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Ahhh hello my dearest smoothie anon!!! As always it is such a joy to hear from you!

I feel the same way - I am also very behind on my fic reading (not to mention my fic writing!) real life needs to chill and stop getting in the way! My day Sunday lovely, thank you for asking! I had a lesson with Pop in the morning, Facetimed with my father, and then went to Father's Day lunch with my Uncle and cousins since my own dad lives on the other side of the country. It was nice! No complaints (other than the heat lol) and I hope your Sunday / Father's Day (if you celebrate) was lovely as well! Now I have hit the ground running on Monday with work, one of my colleagues is on vacation so I'm monitoring all of his clients while he's out and WOW they are a lot needier than mine are 😂

Thank you so much for reading! I'm so happy to hear you enjoyed the new ATKH chapters even though they were for sure *a lot* ATKH Fictional!George is obsessed with Fictional!Matty in a very unhealthy way - he spent a long time being jealous of him, and that only kind of went away when he was in a position of power over Fictional!Matty and was thus *winning* now that the tables have flipped and Fictional!Matty is the one getting what Fictional!George wanted and feels like deservers things are not great. Regardless Fictional!George liked the idea of Fictional!Matty that he had created a lot more than the actual Fictional!Matty. The actual Fictional!Matty is just trying to make it through the summer without having a complete nervous breakdown (or his back giving out) as well as nursing his broken heart. I'm excited for this story to continue to unfold and I hope you continue to enjoy it! I am so grateful for your asks and your continued support! 🥰 I hope you are also having a great week! I will try my very best to stay cool! I am armed with all the electrolytes now haha

❤️Ally

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j-hope, out in the Street

How was the shoot today? Behind the lens stood Mario Sorrenti.

He is a famous artist and photographer, so I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t burdened. It was an atmosphere and shooting approach I’d never experienced before; it was fresh and enjoyable. I think he captured aspects of j-hope that aren’t normally visible, so I had a lot of fun working on this. I think I was also slightly nervous, this being my first proper advertorial content after becoming a Louis Vuitton ambassador.

Were you able to discover a new aspect of j-hope thanks to this particular collaboration between Louis Vuitton and Sorrenti?

I think the collaboration showed j-hope’s usual vibes even better, as well as expertly evoking faces and poses from j-hope you couldn’t see before, through a wide array of compositions and atmospheres. Personally I prefer to avoid angles that show the right side of my face. But even those angles came out great thanks to Mr. Sorrenti’s ability to stylistically capture them.

Which Louis Vuitton look from today do you remember the most?

There was an outfit that was so glamorous, regardless of who was looking at it. The Louis Vuitton logo shone on this top-to-bottom set-up denim look. I thought the look demonstrated what ‘gorgeous’ is. Actually, this outfit had made the biggest impression on me during this Paris show, so I was proud to wear it during the shoot. I felt like a human Louis Vuitton.(laughs)

Let’s talk about your single that came out in March. There are too many things to talk about here. Your single features J. Cole. It’s J. Cole! Your first meeting with him was in Lollapalooza, right?

No. It was in my dreams.(laughs) J. Cole was someone that I had always longed for and met in my dreams. The first time we met in actuality was during Lollapalooza, that’s right. It was like fate. The Lollapalooza festival was the most important part of my solo album promotion last year, and as fate would have it, my muse J. Cole was the headliner. That’s when everything started. Even while meeting, talking and working with him, I couldn’t believe all of this was real.

The first time you met was recorded in the Disney+ documentary, 〈j-hope IN THE BOX〉. From that first scene, I’d wondered whether he had promised to feature in your song – the encounter seemed too fateful to be a coincidence.

Not at all. I think I was busy trying to convey my sincere feelings. I really wanted him to know, “You have been my muse since I was young.” Once we met, I realized, “If I had to pick my dream collaborator, he would be it!” Afterwards, I focused on writing music, while thinking only about J. Cole. That’s how the song ‘On the Street’ was born.

After that, what kind of conversations took place before this great single came out, as a result of your collaboration?

I sent Cole messages carrying my heart. Very fortunately, Cole ‘hyung’(‘older brother’ in Korean) came back with a positive response. I even sent him a video message at the end of the year. I’d really tried a lot to convey my sincerity. After that, while waiting for Cole’s verses, there was a period of ‘hope torture,’ where I endured moments of waiting and hoping that ‘He will call me soon.’ Right at the moment I was about to give up, Cole’s verses arrived. And then many things happened very quickly. As soon as we met on site for the music video shoot, Cole hyung complimented me a lot on the song. I felt like I owned the whole world.

Do you remember any trivial conversations between you two?

If my English had been better, we would have talked more on set. It’s a pity. I expressed these feelings to Cole more actively through text. He messaged me, “I heard that you will be starting your mandatory military service soon. I wish you good health and hope you wrap everything up well.” Something really trivial included a question about whether the music video for ‘On the Street’ was an homage to his music video for ‘Simba.’ He texted me his gratitude, saying, “That’s so amazing.” I also found it amazing that I was exchanging text messages with Cole, so I wrote to him about all those feelings. Everything was trivial, but when you think about it again, these were special moments whose meanings were anything but trivial.

In the post-credit scenes of the Disney+ documentary, you briefly talk about ‘Hope on the Street’. And the single released right after that was ‘On the Street’. It all fits exquisitely. Is there a reason you really wanted to collaborate with J. Cole on this song, which is also a fan song?

It started with the question, “What is the big driving force and center for artist j-hope to finish Chapter 1 of his life and move onto Chapter 2?” Ultimately, I remembered the fact that my roots lie in dance; through dance, I encountered music and began to rap; when studying rap, the first artist I had come to like was J. Cole. Everything seemed to fit right in at the time. I looked back at the things that took up a big part of my growing up. I studied them and started creating myself again. All this also had a huge impact on the musical direction of ‘On the Street.’ Basing the song on the framework of the lo-fi boom bap that I’d listened to while dancing as a child, I got to work, thinking of the result with Cole’s featuring. I had no doubt that the enterprising lyrics and weight J. Cole possesses as an artist would make this song shine even more. In the end, it seems like the song was born to express gratitude to Cole, who gave me tremendous musical inspiration.

This single can also be read in many different ways. It's fun to think of it in conjunction with ‘Pandora’s Box.’ It’s like hope has come out of the world. When something fits just right, we say, ‘That makes a story.’ Everything about j-hope’s journey makes a story. Since when, how, and with whom did you think of all this?

The method of making one’s own plans and deciding, ‘This is cool, so let's just do it!' is important. However, I think I prefer a style where I personally see, feel, experience; where I pour into the work the parts that carry my heart, and continue to refine it.

The foundation of your work is sincerity.

That way, from the position of an artist who produces the work himself, sincerity gives the artist the dignity to talk about the work. [After completion] the process of reflecting, learning, correcting and realizing something is different from learning what’s good in someone else’s work from the beginning. I am sure that my life and the steps I take will become my music, content and performance; that they will continue to be the driving force for organic, creative activities in the future. This is confidential, but I think I rather enjoy creating stories and big pictures (laughs). I’ve been in the business for a decade; has my body absorbed the style of ‘K-contents’? (laughs) I’m still embarrassed to compare myself to other great producers. I’m just going to continue to have fun creating and will try hard to show good aspects of myself.

Lollapalooza is the festival where Chicago grunge was born. On a stage like that, you showed tremendous presence with grunge-like arrangements. You also broke the Lollapalooza record for the biggest ever ticket sales. How do you feel when you think of that day? Tell me everything, even the temperature and humidity of the air that day.

Festivals still feel very foreign to me, even though I’ve performed on so many stages, as a BTS member. Festivals have this peculiar energy of ‘rawness’ that only flows through festivals. That’s why I wanted to try. I prepared for this without sleeping a wink; I couldn’t eat well even until the day before the performance, because the pressure dominated my mind. I endured and prepared through this raggedy, exhausted state.(laughs) Even while I was working on the album 〈Jack in the Box〉, I thought, ‘Ah! These songs will definitely radiate tremendous energy on stage.’ I was already visualizing myself on stage while working on the songs. These mental images materialized during Lollapalooza. Within this space called the festival, which is still unfamiliar to me, I wanted to show people the roughness of my musicality. I think the music in the album blended wonderfully with the characteristics of that space. Lollapalooza truly became an unforgettable moment in my music history. In general, I’m quite harsh to myself, but I want to praise the person I was in that moment.(laughs)

I heard that you will be releasing a physical version of 〈Jack in the Box〉 to commemorate the one-year anniversary of the original album that was only released digitally. How did it feel when you saw the results for the first time, and to whom did you show them to first?

I had a lot of worries while working on 〈Jack in the Box〉. I had to come out into the world and show j-hope, so not only was I worried musically, the hardships and realizations I’d experienced during the period were always on my mind. As you can see from the music and activities during that time, I was going through a dark period. The friend that witnessed this process, listened to the album and cheered me on was none other than RM. RM was a big help to me mentally. Throughout the process – ideation, creation, promotion –〈Jack in the Box〉 was an album that taught me huge lessons. The album is like my baby. It is a work that has made me deeply realize that there is no end to learning. As you said, that album is now out in a physical form to commemorate its one-year anniversary. My heartfelt messages are contained in the album. I hope you look forward to it.

Last question. Isn’t life incredible?

Life really is a series of incredible events. This little child from Gwangju debuted as a member of the Bulletproof Boy Scouts (BTS), achieving great success, even trying solo activities and exploring j-hope’s own music. I’ve even become a Louis Vuitton ambassador and am doing this interview with 〈Esquire〉.(laughs) I’m thankful for everything. I want to continue living an incredible life! Everytime I feel it, it’s so thrilling!

Source: Esquire Korea

[thelunastusco]

Dear singlets...

We understand system stuff is weird. We understand fictive stuff is especially weird. But we're just people trying to live our lives, and make it through, same as y'all. We just want to be treated like people, and not like roleplayers, or chatGPT bots, or sad sick crazy people to be pitied and "played along" with.

Not all systems will have the same opinions about fictives and how they work, sometimes there's even differing opinions within one system. Sometimes it does work one way for one fictive, and a different way for another. But at the end of the day, you're still dealing with a person who's appearance + personality is at least loosely "based" on a fictional character.

Someone being a "kinnie" or not doesn't matter. Some fictives don't see themselves as "exactly that person", and just see themselves as an "absorbed concept". Some fictives very much see themselves as that person and NOT just an "absorbed concept", and are going to be upset if you treat them like a "concept".

So... ask. Talk to them about it. Try to understand. Realize that their experience and feelings might not be 100% the same with other systems. And go from there. It's okay to not understand, it's okay to be confused, it's okay to think it's a bit weird.

What isn't okay is expecting a fictive to act 100% like their source, and being irritated because "oh they wouldn't say that", "oh they wouldn't do that". It's very well known in the plural community that, regardless of how a fictive sees their existence, it's common to divert from one's source. And it's a HUGE insecurity for a lot of fictives to not be "real enough", or not be seen as "actually them" because people don't think they "act the part" well enough.

Just... don't do that to someone. Accept them as who they are, and if you must see it this way, think of it as interacting with an "AU" version. They're them, but they're never going to be 100% the same as the version you're familiar with. Please stop expecting them to be the same.

AITA for not wanting to be friends with aziraphale?

This is gonna sound insane but I really do need a jury of peers for this one

One of my server friends recently came out as having DID with an aziraphale fictive. I don't know all the terms but I'm generally supportive of systems and sincerely do just take people's word for it. However since I've met aziraphale they've pissed me off.

Plainly speaking. He would not fucking say that. I know it's like not aziraphale in the real but everytime he doesn't seem entirely in character I get irritated. To be clear- he's not a kinnie, he's a fictive insert, so I know this is just the system absorbing a concept. But whenever I see aziraphale is out I want to avoid him and not talk at Best. We don't mesh. But I feel bad because I am friends with like the rest of the system, and it seems fucked to be like 'i like all of you except the part'.. Now aziraphale keeps getting passive aggressive about my avoidance, and a few other friends have noticed too and asked me what's up. I've dodged the question. I have no clue if the rest of the system is aware, but it seems aziraphale is, and one other friend is calling me ableist. AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[hopeonmyphone]

J-Hope releases hope in the streets

Esquire Korea Interview:

Q. How was the shoot today? Behind the lens was Mario Sorrenti.

H. He's a famous artist and photographer so I'd be lying if I said I'm not overwhelmed. It was an atmosphere and a take approach that never before he had experienced; it was cool and nice.

I think it captured aspects of j-hope that aren't normally visible, so I had a lot of fun working on this. I think I was also a bit nervous, this being my first proper advertorial content after become an ambassador for Louis Vuitton.

Q. Were you able to discover a new look for j-hope thanks to this particular collaboration between Louis Vuitton and Sorrenti?

H. I think the collab showcased j-hope's usual vibes even better, as well as cleverly evoking faces and j-hope poses you couldn't see before, across a wide range of compositions and atmospheres. I personally prefer to avoid angles that show the right side of my face.

But even those angles came out great thanks to Mr. Sorrenti's ability to capture them stylistically.

Q. Which Louis Vuitton look from today do you remember the most?

H. There was an outfit that was just as glamorous regardless of who was looking at it. The Louis Vuitton logo shined bright on this top-to-bottom denim look. I thought the look showed what is 'beautiful'.

Actually, this outfit had made the biggest impression on me during this show in Paris, so I was proud to wear it during the shoot. I felt like a human Louis Vuitton (laughs).

Q.Let's talk about your single that came out in March. There are too many things to talk about here. Your single features J. Cole. It's J Cole! Your first meeting with him was at Lollapalooza, right?

H. No. He was in my dreams (laughs) J. Cole was someone I had always wanted and met in my dreams

The first time we actually met was during Lollapalooza, that's right. It was like fate. Lollapalooza was the biggest part of promoting my solo album last year, and as fate would have it, my muse J. Cole was the headliner (of presentations). That's when it all started.

Even as I met and talked and worked with him, I couldn't believe that all of this was real.

Q. The first time they met was recorded in the Disney+ documentary, "j-hope IN THE BOX". Ever since that first scene, I was wondering if he had promised to appear in your song; the encounter seemed too fateful to be a coincidence.

H. Not at all. I think I was busy trying to convey my sincere feelings. I really wanted him to know: "You have been my muse since I was young." Once we met, I realized, “If I had to choose my dream collaborator, it would be him!” After, I concentrated on writing music, thinking only of J. Cole. Thus the song 'On the Street' was born.

Q. After that, what kind of conversations took place before this great single came out, the result of your collaboration?

H. I texted Cole with my heart. Fortunately, 'hyung' Cole came back with a positive response. I even sent him a video message at the end of the year. She had really tried very hard to convey my sincerity.

After that, while waiting for Cole's verses, there was a period of 'torture of hope', in which I endured moments of waiting and the hope that 'he will call me soon'. Just as I was about to give up, Cole's verses came through. And then a lot of things happened very quickly.

As soon as we meet at the site for filming from the music video, Cole hyung complimented me a lot on the song. I felt that he owned the whole world.

Q. Do you remember any trivial conversation between the two of you?

H. If my English had been better, we would have talked more on set. It is a pity. I expressed these feelings to Cole more actively through text messages.

He sent me a message: “I heard that you will soon start your mandatory military service. I wish you good health and I hope everything ends well". Something really trivial included a question about whether the music video for 'On theStreet' was a homage to his music video for 'Simba'.

He texted me his gratitude, saying, "That's so amazing." I also found it unbelievable that he was texting with Cole, so I wrote to his about all those feelings. It was all trivial, but when you think about it again, these were special moments whose meanings were anything but trivial.

Q. In the post-credits scenes of the Disney+ documentary, you briefly talk about 'Hope on the Street'. And the single released right after it was 'On the Street'. Everything fits exquisitely. Is there any reason you really wanted to collaborate with J. Cole on this song, which is also a fan song?

H. It all started with the question: "What is the great driving force and center of the artist? j-hope to finish Chapter 1 of his life and move on to Chapter 2?"

Finally, I remembered the fact that my roots are in dance; through dance I was introduced to music and started rapping; when I was studying rap, the the first artist I had come to like was J. Cole.

Everything seemed to fit right at the time. I looked back at the things that took up a large part of my growing up. I studied them and started to create myself again. All of this also had a huge impact on the musical direction of 'On the Street'.

Basing the song on within the lo-fi boom bap that I listened to while dancing as a child, I got down to work, thinking about the result with the participation of Cole.

I had no doubt that the enterprising lyrics and weight J. Cole possesses as an artist would make this song shine even more. In the end, it seems that the song was born to thank Cole, who gave me tremendous musical inspiration.

Q. This single can also be read in many different ways. It's fun to think of it along with 'Pandora's box'. It's like hope I would have left the world. When something fits perfectly, we say: 'That makes a story.' Everything about j-hope's journey makes a story. Since when, how and with whom did you think about all this?

H. The method of making your own plans and deciding, 'This is great, so let's do it!' It is important. However, I think I prefer a style where I personally see, feel, experience; where I pour into the work the parts that carry my heart, and continue to perfect it.

Q. The basis of his work is sincerity.

H. In this way, from the position of an artist who produces the work himself, sincerity gives the artist the dignity of speaking about the work. [After completion] the process of reflecting, learning, correcting and realizing something is different from learning what it is good at someone else's work from the beginning.

I am sure that my life and the steps I take will become my music, content and performance; that they will continue to be the driving force for organic and creative activities in the future.

This is confidential, but I think I'd rather enjoy creating stories and great images (laughs). I've been in business for a decade; Has my body absorbed the style of 'K-contents'? (laughs) I'm still embarrassed to compare myself to other big producers.

I will continue to have fun creating and will strive to show good sides of myself.

Q. Lollapalooza is the festival where Chicago grunge was born. On a stage like that, you showed tremendous presence with grunge-like arrangements. You also broke the record for the biggest ticket sales ever for Lollapalooza. How do you feel now when you think of that day? Please tell me the air, temperature and humidity of the day.

H. Festivals have that peculiar 'raw' energy that only flows through festivals. That's why I wanted to try.

I prepared myself for this without sleeping a wink; I couldn't eat well even until the day before the performance, because the pressure dominated my mind. I endured and prepared myself through this state of exhaustion and rags (laughs).

Even while working on the album, I thought: 'Ah! These songs will definitely radiate tremendous energy on stage.' I was already visualizing on stage while working on the songs. These mental images materialized during Lollapalooza.

Within this space called festival, which is still unfamiliar to me, I wanted to show people the roughness of my musicality.

I think the music on the album it blended beautifully with the features of that space. Lollapalooza really became an unforgettable moment in my musical history.

In general, I'm pretty hard on myself, but I want to praise the person I was at the time (laughs).

Q. Heard you will be releasing a physical version of (Jack in the Box) to commemorate the one year anniversary of the original album only being released digitally. How did you feel when you first saw the results and who did you show it to first?

H. I had many worries while working on (Jack in the Box). I had to go out into the world and show j-hope, so I wasn't just concerned musically, the difficulties and realizations I had experienced during the period were always on my mind.

As you can see by the music and the activities during that time, I was going through a dark period. The friend who witnessed this process, heard the record, and encouraged me was none other than RM.

RM was a great help to me mentally.

Throughout the process (ideation, creation, promotion), 'Jack in the Box' was a album that taught me great lessons. The album is like my baby. It is a job that has made me deeply realize that learning has no end. Like you said, that album is now available in physical form to commemorate their one year anniversary.

My most heartfelt messages are contained in the album.

Q. Last question. Isn't life amazing?

H. Life really is a series of incredible events.

This little boy from Gwangju debuted as a member of BTS, achieving great success, even trying activities in solo and exploring j-hope's own music.

I even became an ambassador for Louis Vuitton and I'm doing this interview with (Esquire). (laughs) I'm thankful for everything. I want to continue living an amazing life! Every time I feel it, it's so exciting!

Source: Esquire

[rose926]

To be honest, I never post on Tumblr, but I just wanted to talk a little bit about this Helluva Boss show.

I recently watched all the episodes and read a lot of the episodes’ comments, and holy crap, the people in the comments are either blind, refuse to be up-front, or care for lousy shows. I read comments stating bullshit like “I love this new Striker villain” or “Blitzo’s backstory keeps getting more interesting. Just like this show” or “I’m so glad Stolas stood up to his wife. He’s the best character.” After reading a bunch of these flat admirations with no real substance, I'm curious if me and the comment section just watched the same video. To me, the show felt very lacking and unprofessional. I couldn't wrap my head around where all of this praise was exactly coming from. 

Overall, I do not understand what this show is trying to truly be. The pilot made it seem like a workplace comedy, yet the latest season two episode had the impression of a childish drama. It appears that Vivziepop isn’t aware that there is a way you can make characters interesting or empathetic, without transforming (given the appearance of the pilot) a sitcom into a fanfiction film and adding misinterpreted character trauma and abuse. Or rather she just doesn't have the creativity or skill to undertake another “realistic” way for the audience to relate to her characters. 

Another example of this victimizing route of pity, is in Hazbin Hotel’s “Addict” music video. In the video, Vivziepop anticipates the viewers to feel curious about Angel Dust's past and feel empathy for him. According to the music video, Angel gets sexually raped by his boss during his occupation as a stripper, and he suffered some mental breakdown of sorts. This certain “trauma tool” of earning character compassion that Vivziepop uses is extremely nonsensical, ineffective, and amateurish. I firmly didn’t give a shit about one thing that was happening in the music video, considering it felt so juvenile. In fact, I recall turning my phone off halfway through. 

In general, the mature concepts of Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel are flung around without any real thought behind them, other than to make it appear as an adult animated show and intend for character depth. Sorry, but swearing, sex, abuse, substance abuse, and gore, doesn’t automatically makes a supposed adult show HEARTILY for adults. You want to appeal to adults? Well then, I would start by trying not to partially exploit and mishandle mature concepts. This is not all my own nitpick, but the one I recognize others may have when watching. I can definitely see how certain people may get offended by the show in the regard of maltreatment to said concepts. Not everyone, just particular fully-fledged people.

Regardless, I think Vivziepop taking the turn she did in the latest Helluva Boss episode is bad for the show’s continuation. I doubt she had deeply thought ahead about where to take this show before introducing attempted story complexity with season two’s episode. If that is the case, Helluva Boss will become farther wonkier than it is thus far. I’m no genius, but I’m sure one would need to be absolutely positive where you want to take your story, characters, and plot during elaborate story fabrication. If not, then your entire narrative will get hopelessly lost and lose sense. Knowing Viv’s writing, I don’t think she has the ability to brainstorm both previously and profoundly, and logically connect the dots within the episodes.

In my opinion, I think Helluva Boss should be manifested as an erratic, doltish, (yet charismatic) comedy sitcom. The show takes place in literal hell. If I was in charge, I would make the world enticing by its vast oddity, and ludicrous hellfire anguish. When people think of hell, they think of torture. Where even is the hellish part of Vivziepop’s version of hell?

Of course, Vivziepop can take the show wherever she desires, but that’s how I think it would work best and be the most interesting. 

Similar to what I aforementioned, my belief is that Vivziepop is heading into things that she does not fully understand how to handle with her poor script writing. As the show progresses, more people may realize that she isn’t capable of running a thorough tv show. I mean, the first three episodes were convoluted as fuck so early. Therefore, it isn’t a big surprise that she was a pretty incompetent showrunner far before the latest episode. What I’m trying to say, is that she was always incompetent. It will probably just become more evident over time to some of the people who aren’t currently grasping it. 

Don’t get me wrong, there are things in Helluva Boss that are done right, and hell, the idea had great potential. However, the things that the show is rather successful in doing, is overshadowed solely by the writing and inconsistency. No offense to Viv, but I am 16, and I believe I could write just as good of a script (if not better) for at least half of the episodes that are out. 

Maybe some people genuinely are interested in the show, despite if they see the frailties, and that is fine. Although, the amount of mollycoddling this show (that is clearly far from perfect) gets is absurd. It is not an opinion that this show is not very well done, it is a fact. The fans need to stop overindulging Helluva Boss and start giving it some honest pros and cons, otherwise Viv will not be able to recognize and fix what it is that’s broken. That’s the only way this show may get better; straightforward criticism. If the fans that see the faults keep on spoon feeding their umpteen kindnesses on a show that doesn’t require it in its ongoing state, it’s incredibly plausible Helluva Boss will grow a poor reputation, even beyond its fanbase. 

[genshinboys]

Thigh job with Genshin Boys - Xiao

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Fem reader x Xiao

When you enter your flat, a handsome but grumpy Yaksha is sitting cross-legged on your bed resting his chin in the palm of his small hand. He grimaces and shoots something that can be referred to as a death stare in your direction. 

Here we go again. You think to yourself as you close the door behind you.

„You are late.” He basically growls at you fixing you with another menacing glare.

„It’s nice to see you too, Baby.” You approach the sulking adeptus and lean in to kiss his forehead but, alas, he backs away and frowns in turn.

„Oh, no kisses then?” A smile on your face but a sneer in your voice makes his blood boil.

It is like a match in a powder barrel.

„Don’t play dumb with me, Y/N!” He warns. „I know all of your cheap tricks.”

You let out an annoyed huff. Arms crossed on your chest.

„Why would you even ask when I saw you following me all the damn time, hmm?” You accuse your boyfriend, gazing right into Xiao's averting eyes.

„I wasn’t follow-,” and then he goes silent knowing fully well that lying isn’t an option with you.

„So?” You nag, hoping for any kind of response. „No need to be this jealous, Xiao.”

„Don’t get weird ideas in your head.” The boy deadpans. „I’m not jealous!” He defends himself but it doesn’t sound convincing enough even for his own ears. He blushes and turns his head away.

You let out a sigh and smile warmly at your boyfriend’s pettiness.

Does he even realise how cute he is? You briefly wonder and then you reach for his silky hair and ruffle it affectionately.

It’s been a taxing, full of ups and downs journey since you met the haunted by karmic debt Yaksha. At first, he didn’t even acknowledge your presence. You were just another bothersome individual and he could not care less about your existence. It was unnerving. He was snarky, seething with rage for no reason, hiding his feelings for so long that it seemed to you that they were going to explode inside of him one day leading to his utter despair and demise. You got to know about his past and the weight of his karmic debt from Zhongli. You took pity. Somehow you felt compelled to help the boy, regardless of his repulsive demeanour. The golden-eyed Yaksha was of a different opinion, though. 

Xiao didn’t want you to get close to him. He couldn’t make any sense of your stubbornness. Why would you even want to have anything to do with him? Him? 

A barbaric monster, eaten up alive by remorse and regret. 

A blood-thirsty fiend whose sole purpose of breathing is to slaughter and spread fear wherever he shows his face. 

These were the thoughts so deeply engraved in his unfortunate soul that he couldn’t allow anyone to come near him.

He perceived himself as a hollow, barren of any human emotions vessel. The only feelings he was familiar with were pain and the burden of his legacy that he is forced to carry up to this day.

Bizarrely, as time had passed he was taken aback by some unfamiliar sensation of tightness in his chest. It wasn’t painful. Nothing that would come close to the distress caused by the divine will. It wasn’t permanent, either. It only happened in your presence, as Yaksha would hesitantly observe. Sometimes it got even worse. It would be accompanied by this fluttery feeling in the pit of his stomach. 

„Why are you this close? Huh? Do you have a death wish?”

„Move, I don’t have time to sit around and be idle like you do.”

„You have no respect for the adepti. Stop fooling around.” 

The more he pushed you away the more you were determined to lure him in. You couldn’t stop laughing when one day Zhongli informed you that the troubled Yaksha came to him to seek advice regarding this weird tightness in his chest and an upset stomach when you were around. 

And so, you smile fondly at your boyfriend as he yanks your hand away not liking the way you tousle the emerald green strands.

„I’m sorry XIao. I didn’t mean to be late. Just wanted to buy some jewellery.” You point to your thigh to get the adeptus’ attention back where it should be, which is you, not the wall.

Xiao glances at your thigh doing his best to remain impassive and uninterested. Unfortunately, his eyes widen a little and his mouth is somehow stuck hanging open as if he were to say something but the words never come out.

„You saw me bargaining with the shopkeeper, nothing wrong about that, right?” You explain to the adeptus currently captivated by the glimmering golden chain adorning your thigh.

Xiao has a lot to learn when it comes to dealing with his own emotions. You are acutely aware of that. He doesn’t know how to react, how to show that he cares or process what he feels. He doesn’t also entirely understand the purpose of half of the things that you insist on doing to him. Playful bites, tickling, holding his hand in public. He doesn’t question these actions even though it’s all a novelty. He does know for sure that it makes him feel flustered and all hot inside. 

Does he despise it? No. 

Would he like for you to continue? The answer to that question is definitely affirmative but Xiao is not going to admit it out loud. 

He also has no clue how to initiate all of these things. Is he supposed to bite you back as well? What if he hurts you? Everything is so overwhelming as he’s endured years of solitude and sadness. You have to patiently teach him everything from square one. Nevertheless, it’s incredibly rewarding and you find yourself falling for him a bit more with each clumsy kiss, a shy but warm hug and an awkward attempt at complimenting you.

However, despite being not well-versed in sexual encounters, Xiao does pleasantly surprise you by catching up with everything real quick. 

So, as his eyes are fixated on the trinket, you once again run your hand through his lush and long hair.

„Why would you even buy it? Pointless.” The boy retorts grumpily this time showing no signs of objection to your tender gesture. He moves his head up a little, losing himself to the tingling sensation going down his scalp.

„So that you can stare at me like that with those needy eyes?” You answer truthfully, barring the real intent behind your actions.

He snorts and his face turns into that lovely shade of pink and then deep red within seconds.

He would absolutely turn his gaze away if not for the fact that you take his chin in your hand and thrust his face upwards forcing him to look you straight in the eyes.

„If you don’t like it you can take it off.”

„No need.” 

You chuckle softly.

„Let me make amends for my delay.” 

You take a step forward and place your knee on the verge of the bed. Xiao drinks in the view of your thigh-highs squeezing into the meat of your legs. The chain shimmering lightly right above the lacy material.

„You can touch it, Baby.” You encourage the nervous Yaksha.

Visibly tensed, he reaches for the exposed skin and lightly traces the chain with his unsure fingers. It almost tickles but you let him do as he pleases and soon Xiao attempts to fully envelop your thigh with his greedy hand. He does cover half of it at best, but he seems satisfied and proceeds to squeeze it. It feels soft to the touch and he shivers at how warm and inviting your legs are in contrast to his icy-cold and sweaty palms. Bewitched, Xiao aches for more and he selfishly pulls you in so that you are now kneeling in front of him on the bed.

He stops breathing when you swiftly unbutton your shorts and undress for him. You let his eyes roam over your half-naked body for some time enthralled by the way Xiao’s pupils dilate in awe.

You lean into him as Xiao pulls you towards him for a messy kiss. It isn’t gentle as usual but full of passion and urgency. He whines when you bite on his lower lip but then you gently stroke him with your tongue to ease the discomfort.

Slowly, very very slowly, your hands go down his torso only to finally stop at the bulge in Xiao’s loose pants. You tug at the waistband and Xiao lifts his ass a bit to help you strip him naked. His penis, hard and heavy, resting now on his lower belly. He hisses when you palm his hard erection and that simple touch sends jolts of electricity down his spine. It leaves him intoxicated once you start gliding with the heel of your palm up and down the underside of his member. You repeat the movement and Xiao’s body jerks in response.

„Don’t tease.” The adeptus pleads through gritted teeth.

„I’m so sorry, Baby. Gonna make you feel real good.”

Xiao can feel himself growing impossibly harder when you place your feet on either side of his hips. When he looks down he can see your wet folds and the pinkish colour of your tight hole. Lying on your back, you prop yourself on your elbows so that you can look at Xiao’s face in the process. You scoot a bit closer to the confused boy, your bum is right in front of his erected shaft. You take his cock in your hand and guide him in between your thighs. In the beginning, you try to be delicate. You gently rub the tip of his cock, circle his shaft with your fingers and with a fisted hand spread his pre-cum all the way down to his pubic hair so that he is thoroughly lubricated. You wouldn’t like to hurt the boy during the whole ordeal. 

His breath is shallow. Excitedly, you clasp your thighs together and start playing with his dick. You rotate your hips and massage his cock. It slides in and out and Xiao growls feeling ecstatic. You exchange between rubbing him with your thighs or gliding your hand along his cock, starting at the very top and working your way down to the bottom until Xiao can’t stifle his cries anymore. A few more strokes and he is definitely going to beg. 

Xiao is on fire. It feels too good to be true and he wants this moment to last forever. He licks his dry lips and moans wantonly thrusting his hips forward. He meets you mid-way and the friction it creates every time he pushes his dick in between your legs leaves him gasping.

„You��re making me cum, Y/N.” He cries out for the last time before it is too late to warn you.

„Then cum for me, Baby.” 

Obediently, Xiao shoots his thick and heavy load all over your lower body. For a moment the world around him seems out of focus and it makes him dizzy. He pants heavily and can’t catch his breath. He feels as if he was drowning. But then, your loving arms envelop him and he is safe again. You gently stroke his chest hugging him from behind. He melts in your embrace letting his head rest on your shoulder. His erratic heartbeat slowly going back to its usual rhythm.

„I think it looks pretty on you.”

„Hmm?” You want the boy to clarify what he meant.

„The chain... Looks pretty.”

„Oh.” 

Shakily, he reaches out to put your hand into his and he squeezes them together. 

„I’ll never let you lose yourself again, XIao. I love you and I will protect you forever.”

Xiao recognizes the familiar feeling of tightness in his chest. A single tear rolls down his cheek but he hurriedly wipes it before you can notice.

„Shut up.” The boy responds angrily and kisses you breathless. 

Other boys:

Albedo

Diluc

Kaeya

Childe

Zhongli

Kazuha

[catsidhesilvie]

I adore reading other people's ships, but honestly I make Wyra afraid to commit because I love the slow burn and her independence ahaha

My various shippy concepts below~

She is bi but also demi, and she is utterly uninterested in being with anyone until they are friends. As such, she does develop mild crushes on some who she grows close with, but she is very particular in which of her friends she views romantically. She looks at things far too logically:

1 - they must be kind and gentle. She would never be with someone who was too forward or sarcastic. She wants to be able to relax with them, not have to be on her toes.

2 - they must be strong. She is clearly drawn into battle frequently, and there is no promise another Zenos won't appear who wishes her harm, specifically. Any partner of hers must be strong enough to hold their own, if the necessity arises, and not be someone she has to worry over excessively. Someone she worries over could distract her in combat or else be kidnapped and used to manipulate her. She is the queen of imposter syndrome herself, but does know that she is stronger than average and wishes for her partner to to be someone who could rival her.

3 - they must not be too much taller. She is intimidated by large and tall people. Elezen and male au ra are not her ideal dates. She would prefer someone around her height, up to ~an extra foot lol

4 - they need to be smart and interested in learning! Focus on magic and nature a plus!

5 - they must care about people and doing the right thing. Wyra is not attracted to bad boys/danger, no thanks.

The main romance candidates for her have been:

Y'shtola - number 1 rules her out, ultimately. Wyra has had a crush on her since Heavensward and learned a lot of magic from her, but she is also terrified of her.

G'raha - a pretty good match for her, but both are too shy to do anything about mutual crushes. Initially, she didn't care for him, but she grew to respect him as they investigated the Crystal Tower, and then to care for him as a close friend when she realized he was the Exarch and that his dishonesty was meant to protect her. His hero worship and obvious crush is a lot of pressure when he becomes a scion, which makes her give him a bit of space, but they level off and she develops a crush f her own after he gets to know her more as a person and treats her more as an ally than his hero in Endwalker.

Themis - so much drama >:) She hates Elidibus for his actions and because he is an ascian, then pities him when she has to defeat him since it is clear that he is already a hollow shell. She is wary of Themis when she travels back to Elpis, but taken off guard because Azem's soul remembers him so fondly. Azem and Elidibus had been an adorable ace couple, though not exclusive due to their dedication to their duties and Azem's traveling nature. Wyra recognizes Themis by voice immediately, and tries to keep her distance, but realizes that cooperation is necessary and that, regardless of the future, if Azem liked him so, he must be a good ally in the past. He is unexpectedly friendly and teasingly flirtatious/flattering, likely because she is so similar to Azem. They grow closer over the course of Pandaemonium, but Wyra struggles to maintain the boundary of what is her feelings and what is residual of Azem's, also questioning his motives if he believes she is just a familiar. All the while, she is tormented by the knowledge of what he becomes in the future and that it is by her own hand he meets his end. When he admits at the end that he knows she isn't a familiar, and that his memory form is made from Elidibus's real soul and has memory of the future, she is relieved to be unburdened of her guilt at having to defeat him, as well as her lack of regret because she knew it was necessary. He also adds that, though she may have inherited her soul the same way Claudien did Erichthonios's, she is similarly different from Azem in a way that grew more obvious the longer they worked together, which reassures her and helps her to fight the imposter syndrome she's fought since becoming WOL. He also steals a kiss as he fades, to her surprise and sadness. It leaves her in a bit of a funk after, but ultimately helps her to move on from the big Azem/Wyra emotions of Elpis.

G'raha and Wyra are prooobably endgame, but I'm not sure yet if they've even kissed haha.

it has been a hard day so I leave you all with yet another wol question...

do they have a love interest? I ADORE hearing about people's wol and/or oc ships so pleaaaase hit me with all the details <33

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

What would happen if you were sent back and ended up in the orphanage with Tom Riddle—and say you also had magic?

Oh boy.

Well, there's a lot to question here. Judging by the... spirit of this ask, I presume I'm... pretty much reincarnated. I'm in the orphanage, I'm much younger than I am now and a child, I'm pre-Hogwarts age, and I retain my current knowledge.

For the purpose of this ask I suppose I also retain my current mental faculties. Despite being in the body of an eight-year-old, I'm not The Carnivorous Muffin at eight.

Welp, there's a lot to consider here.

First, I probably don't realize I'm in Harry Potter for quite some time and instead assume I've been reincarnated to some parallel universe. It's the 1930's, I'm in England in the depression, WWI has occurred and the vast majority of major historical events I know about seem to have happened in the right order, and this Earth is eerily similar to the Earth I left behind.

Strange that I appear to remember everything of my past life with my adult mental abilities, but alright universe, I guess that's how we're going to play this.

What I do know is that I'm dirt poor, presumably still a woman which does not bode well for my career prospects, and if I want any prospects in life period I'm going to have to fight tooth and nail for it. It'd be great if I got adopted to help with this, and might be nice to have people in my life who love me, but there's a lot of orphans in the world and a lot of orphans who are much less weird than I am.

The orphanage is the orphanage and not great, Mrs. Cole is overworked, the orphanage is chronically understaffed, and the kids are running wild beating the shit out of each other.

Being a girl, I probably don't have to worry about getting the shit kicked out of me quite as much, but I still probably try to keep my head down and don't aggravate the particularly beefy looking orphans.

Yes, there's some very angry gremlin named Tom Riddle around who will shove you down the stairs in retribution, but that's just a weird coincidence. And then supernatural shit starts happening. Billy's rabbit hangs itself, people get injuries when Tom is nowhere near them, and I start wondering if this is really the Tom Riddle.

I'm in Wool's Orphanage, my matron is Mrs. Cole, Tom Riddle is running around lighting things on fire. It's possible, though it could all be a strange coincidence.

Now, how things go from here depends on how controlled my own magic is. Since accidental magic typically does manifest at least once or twice, it probably does manifest for me for.. something. If Tom Riddle's there to witness it then...

Well, I imagine he's very offended. Here he was, special, different, better than everyone else, and then some girl in the orphanage (who dares to get very good grades on her assignments in school) has it too.

And I just stand there, smiling, going "Tee hee".

He probably confronts me to prove that he's better at it than I am, and he probably is unless the universe hates both him and me, but having someone else with the Shining around probably prompts him to take me as his protégé (in part so he can show off and in part because he's genuinely excited to be able to share this super cool talent).

I am now apprentice to eight-year-old Tom Riddle. Whoop de doo.

Well, I don't remember this part of Harry Potter, so now I'm probably confused as to where I am again. Regardless, I try to advise Tom on how to tone it down and not, say, traumatize Amy and Dennis for life and antagonize all the other orphans forever. He probably doesn't take me seriously. What do I know, I can't even light that patch of grass on fire?

Hanging around Tom Riddle gets me a reputation to, given the difference in genders, probably a fairly nasty one at that. When Dumbledore arrives he's undoubtedly told hot gossip about how eleven-year-old Tom and I have had sex in a ritual to summon Satan. Dumbledore takes this seriously.

Dumbledore probably meets us both at the same time and it's a disaster. I tried my best to prep Tom without revealing I'm a prophet, Tom first doesn't believe there might not be others, then doesn't believe they would be antagonist/anything but amazed by how awesome he is.

Well, Dumbledore lights his wardrobe on fire while I sit there. Dying inside. Dumbledore probably also does something to me too, to teach me some kind of lesson about something.

I imagine he temporarily disfigures me/makes me appear very ugly, then sticks a mirror to the wall, that way I realize that looks aren’t everything/being a whore is wrong. Tom, still traumatized over the wardrobe, is no help and my magic’s probably not controlled enough to do a thing about it.

I spend a day looking like a pig, Tom and I are given just enough money to buy new wands and second hand/barely functioning everything else and given the world’s worst directions to Diagon Alley. Thanks, Albus.

Well, months pass, we get our wands, Tom gets excited for Hogwarts and I... start seriously considering the future. WWII is coming, the Blitz is coming, Tom and I live in east London and must be able to evacuate during the bombing of London (which went on well past the Blitz to the end of the war). I also start considering my future in the wizarding world. Do I now actually have career prospects?

Probably not because I’m muggle born and a woman. My best bet is doing very well in useful subjects and finding employment with the goblins, I can’t imagine they have the same hang ups as the wizarding world.

Tom wants to go to Slytherin, of course, I tell him this is a bad idea. “Gee Tom,” I say, “Not sure how I know this but I have this feeling that Slytherin is filled with people who loathe our very existence and will shank us. Why don’t we pick Ravenclaw or Gryffindor instead?”

No one shanks Tom Riddle! Tom says. Tom is still eleven and while he admits that sometimes I may, in retrospect, have been right about certain things that doesn’t mean he wants to go to the house known for hard work. That’s code word for everyone there being a moron and having no other redeeming features than tenacity. As for the other two, Ravenclaws sound like smug, elitist, nerds and Gryffindors like dumb jocks.

Better to be known for ambition, cunning, and actually being competent.

Well, there’s no talking him out of this one, and goddamn it we’re all each other has.

I’m the closest thing Tom Riddle has ever had to a friend in all these years and in the orphanage the only one who could hold a decent conversation with him. And while it’s not my moral obligation to keep Tom from becoming a domestic terrorist, and there’s no guarantee I even can, dumping him for one of the other houses and drifting apart won’t help.

Not to mention that, after all these years, I’m undoubtedly lonely, I’m in this foreign land, and he’s now the closest thing to a friend I have.

Looks like I’m going to Slytherin, YOOOOOLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOO! I shout as a battle cry as tears run down my face. I may have to convince the hat to put me in Slytherin, but like all human beings I am a mixture of many qualities. I’m not cunning in the least, mind games exhaust me unutterably, but I’m full of ambition. 

This confirms every bad opinion Dumbledore had regarding me and Tom.

For the next several months, Tom probably beats the shit out of dormmates who steal his things/harass him. He beats up mine too because feminism (TM) means that he should treat all people equally when guilty of the same crime. I... am not sure I can win that fight so I just resign myself to having to adopt some of Tom’s tactics to make sure I’m not shoved in lockers, have tampons thrown at me, or pig’s blood dumped on me at the prom.

Once again, everyone thinks Tom Riddle and I are dating. I don’t even know if they’re wrong at this point.

Well, being in class with eleven year olds who seem to have had little to no prior education, Tom and I are undoubtedly blazing through class. I imagine I’m bored out of my mind (the Hogwarts curriculum sounds unbelievably boring) and Tom is... well, probably devouring the library but probably also bored. I decide to try and see if I can find some real history texts on this world (there are probably none, the wizarding world seems to only have two historians and both... have a different approach to history than current modern thought as I know it) and discover what magic even is. That shit is fascinating: wingardium leviosa is not.

Dumbledore likely gives neither me nor Tom points in class, I think the house cup is stupid, so I really don’t care. I have no interest in playing quidditch, neither does Tom, so that doesn’t happen.

The second world war starts up, Tom, me, and the muggle borns are the only ones who give a flying fuck. I work harder on figuring out how to get lodging during the Blitz/the bombing of London. Unfortunately, Mrs. Cole hates me too for being the Bride of Satan, so that’s a no go. Third year, 1939, I probably write her in earnest anyway telling her to PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, send Tom and I instructions for the summer/where the orphans are staying/how they’ve been dispersed to the countryside. As a back up plan, I try desperately to shmooze shopkeepers in Hogsmeade during every Hogsmeade weekend to get myself and Tom part time jobs and lodging over the summer. As a back up back up plan, I spend my time badgering Tom to become very good at survivalist wandless magic and if the Lord has pity on me gain some ability in it myself.

Hopefully, either Mrs. Cole or one of the Hogsmeade shop owners take pity on us. If not, then Tom and I are going extreme camping. Given Mrs. Cole (and the brain damage brought on by Dumbledore erasing memories left and right) and the likelihood of Hogsmeade shop owners just not getting it, Tom and I probably go extreme camping.

(Tom, meanwhile, asks Dippet and Dumbledore if we can stay in Hogwarts over the summer. He’s told no exceptions. London’s being bombed, you say? No exceptions. Toodles. Tom is never the same.)

Me, Tom Riddle, a tent we made ourselves, several rabbits we had to catch and skin ourselves, and the pitiful fire that we can keep going through pure will alone because if we try to use real people spells then we’ll get arrested. It has the benefit of making Tom feel very manly and impressive, catching his own food, but both of us are well aware that this sucks.

But hey, we aren’t dead.

Well, I’m sure Tom doesn’t appreciate that and this is where I imagine he seriously starts talking about violent revolution. I imagine much of my time is spent discussing the merits of not violently overthrowing our ant overlords. I imagine a thirteen-year-old Tom isn’t impressed by my pacifism, but he’s not married to Voldemort yet (probably).

Then I imagine the horcrux thing comes up and... Well, I will argue hard against it. Humans die, it is a truth of the universe, and simply something we have to accept. Horcruxes are not a measure against that, they can be destroyed, given infinite time they will be, and the sacrifice they require is too high: human life as well as the very essence of who you are.

What is a soul? I’m not sure, we never really learn in HP canon, but whatever it is, it is in some way the essence of yourself. If you take half of it and throw it somewhere else, you will cease to be you, someone or something else is walking around in your body while the other half of you exists in endless agony.

If you must chase immortality, create a philosopher’s stone (as I darkly wonder why it was that couldn’t be replicated and what Flamel had to do to make it in the first place). On second thought, maybe we should search for the Holy Grail.

Whether I can talk Tom out of this or not is... unclear. I’m going to say that I can, in part because I imagine he’ll want to show the chamber off to me, tell me when he realizes he’s Heir of Slytherin, and in doing so I can prevent the basilisk incident from occurring. Without that, there’s no dead Myrtle, which means no first victim. That summer, when he goes to the Gaunts, I’ll go with him and convince him that it’s not worth it. He can just turn around and leave these people alone, I hopefully can talk him down. Which means no second victim.

I start writing Flamel to see if Tom or I can get an apprenticeship (Dumbledore probably beats us to the chase and poisons him against us, but it’s worth a shot).

Then, should all go well, I can convince Tom to find employment with the goblins rather than shady antique dealers on the bad side of town. Hopefully, I can convince him to never become Voldemort, and instead we travel the world together looking for the origins of magic or something.

Dumbledore goes around taking people’s memories of us in preparation for when Tom becomes a dark lord and I his lady of the night darkness.

TL;DR Apparently my life would become an SI/Tom Riddle fic. So, thanks anon.

[solomonish]

selfless (to a fault?) [demon brothers]

CW: allusions to past toxic relationships. minor description of injury in beel’s. belphie’s is a bit sad (happy ending! just melancholic vibes) and alludes to chapter 16.

no problem nonnie! i hope this is to your liking <3

nowdateables: here!

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Lucifer

Honestly, he'd be a tough one to get to allow you to do anything for him. You know, the whole avatar of pride thing….and he also just generally has a habit of holding the weight of the world on his shoulders. He thinks - no, he knows he can handle everything on his own

If he's letting you in enough to help him - not only trusting you enough to think the tasks he delegates to you will be done to his liking, but allowing you to help and opening up the possibility that he might be risking his image of perfection - he can only expect you'll let him do the same for you. It's like your own special love language, right?

He does NOT like how jumpy you are about the subject. At first, he's miffed. Do you not think he can do the task to your liking? Has he given off the false impression that he cannot take any more work than he already has? Was your offer to help not based on affection, but pity??? It really ruffles his feathers.

He's the type to confront you head-on. At first, his voice is harsh because he's talked himself into thinking you've offended him, but when you start backing away and trying to dodge the conversation, apologies falling from your mouth about how the last thing you wanted to do was upset him, he softens. He doesn’t understand yet, but something is upsetting you and he intends to get to the bottom of it.

Not one who would pester you about opening up to him, but the sooner you do, the more of a show of good faith it is. He’ll trust your word entirely regardless, but it does a lot to soothe the upset of his own creation if you come back to explain sooner rather than later. After all, being vulnerable is perhaps Lucifer’s greatest show of love - it does not go unnoticed when you do the same.

Doing his best to talk through a solution is act of kindness #1 - and it helps you adjust a little since you worked with him rather than completely handed him the reins. He starts off his own plan to help you out by bringing in things he was already going to do for himself - offering you coffee when he gets his own, for example. He uses the fact that you’d feel bad for refusing against you for a little bit, but he means well!

You might notice him going softer on you for just a little bit - don’t say anything about it. He’s worried that he gave off the impression of using things against you because of how much of a disciplinarian he is. Besides, the two of you normally don’t get into arguments (he doesn’t have the time to let things simmer - if he’s that upset about something, he’ll try to address it immediately), so he doesn’t really know how else to change his behavior. He just hopes that allowing you the opportunity to open up to him again, should you need it, will alleviate the feeling that he’d ever use your kindness against you.

Mammon

The first time you stiffened up after he tried to help you, he thought you were crazy. Lucifer had just given you a punishment for one of his schemes that you took the fall for (and he still isn’t sure why Lucifer let you take the fall when it was obviously Not You), and you insisted that you could do it by yourself! He wasn’t too keen on cleaning every window in the House of Lamentation himself, so he left soon after placing the offer, but his time was spent mindlessly wondering about you.

The next time was shortly after, when you came into his room and crashed on his bed. He offered you a hand massage, although he did it in a very muttered voice with dark cheeks - and you said no again! Forget being offended that the romantic hand-holding idea he totally didn’t get from a magazine he was reading waiting for you (that would’ve somehow ended in disaster anyway) wouldn’t play out - he was getting worried.

He doesn’t bring anything up immediately, but he worries about you and watches you intently. Sometimes you’ll catch him staring at you, and he flips out when you ask him what’s up. The only clue Mammon gathers is that you don’t seem to be angry with him, so what’s up? He’s used to his backwards advances working against him, but he’s making a genuine effort here!

He finally gets pent up in his frustration and asks you head-on. Mammon isn’t known for his tact - “Oi, why won’t you just let me take over once in a while? Cut yerself a break, MC!” - but there’s a certain...desperate tinge to his voice that makes you realize he really does care (and is driving himself crazy trying to figure things out on his own). When you DO finally tell him, he sort of deflates and his voice goes to that softer, more genuine tone.

“H-hey, I would never do that kind of thing to ya…” He starts shuffling in place, kicking at rocks (if there are any) and you realize he kinda looks like a kid. “You do so much for everyone, and it makes me feel real good inside. I just wanna make you feel that, too. Besides, we don’t need TWO cranky workaholics in the house. Lucifer is plenty.”

He knows one moment of honesty isn’t going to fix your entire way of thinking, but he goes right back to his blatant offers after that. Maybe if he desensitizes you to it, you’ll feel less weird about accepting his help! It doesn’t work, so he shifts to little things. Catch him running across classrooms as soon as you’re dismissed so he can grab your textbooks to carry for you off the desk before you can. 

Once he realizes you’re more receptive to him helping you, he’s ready to breathe a sigh of relief and be annoying about it again. Generosity doesn’t come easy to him, okay? Besides, he’s The Great Mammon! You should’ve known he’d be better than any other guy you’ve been with!

Leviathan

Of COURSE you wouldn’t want someone like him to help you out. He’d probably mess it up, anyway…

Seriously, Leviathan is very sensitive to rejection, so the moment you politely decline any offers to help he backs up about a thousand miles and sulks when you’re not around. It’s hard for him to get out of his own head, and he’s so ready for you to just tell him what everybody else is thinking and how much he sucks…

It dawns on him, though, that you never gave up on him when he pushed you away. It’s totally not poggers sucky of him to just give up on you like that. You’re his henry! You’re his s/o! He’s totally ready to fight any boss for you!! …..after he levels up a little more.

Levi spends a TON of time looking up ways to talk to you, one-on-one. He isn’t good with emotions like this but he is capable of them and having deep, serious talks. It shouldn’t MATTER that his research material is a bunch of feel-good romance anime scenes that he based his most recent Top 10 OTPs of the season post on! 

Surprisingly enough, he brings it up relatively smoothly one night when you’re chilling in his room and he’s playing some relaxing simulator. You’re complaining about the things you have to do in the morning, and when there’s a lull in your conversation Leviathan turns and tentatively asks, “Hey...why don’t you try letting me help you out?” He can feel your refusal before it comes so he hurriedly adds “Please! I just- you stress yourself out so much and what good am I if I can’t even help you at all?”

Is it his impassioned plea for you to let him in? Is it his willingness to obviously step out of his comfort zone? Have your walls just conveniently crumbled at this moment? Whatever it is, you don’t have it in you to reject him when he’s so open about wanting to help you (and the pain it’s caused him not to). Either way, you sigh and give him a few, small tasks that you think you both could manage him having and he swears to do them well!!

Truly opening up to him about the reason why you were so hesitant on letting him help takes a while, and he doesn’t exactly pick up on it himself. Once you do tell him, though, in your journey to help yourself let him in, he holds you a little tighter and mumbles that he’ll never do that to you. Levi knows better than anyone that words can only mean so much, but he’s grateful for the chance to prove it to you. He won’t let his Henry down!

Satan

Satan is perceptive, and he knows how to talk about emotions. He might even have suspicious about the root cause before you even think about letting him know what’s up. He’s already started doing a few things for you - carrying each other’s books, for example. Small acts of kindness to get the both of you through the day.

However, one thing Satan isn’t good with…..is dealing with emotions head-on.

He spends so much time keeping his own under lock and key! After doing his best to keep the most calm, analytical front he can, Satan tends to uh….forget about the emotional part of emotions.

So. When he asks why you won’t let him reciprocate in the relationship, attempting to display that he just wants the two of you to be on equal ground and he is worried about you, he sort of comes off...as cold. And like he’s accusing you of feeling a certain way. He definitely presents it as “I’ve noticed you feel x and i think y would be helpful for us to fix it” rather than “how are you feeling? What is causing you trouble? How can i offer assistance in a way that translates well to you?” And if that doesn’t bring back some memories…

He feels awful, and at the end of it all you’re crying (or presenting your stress and bad memories however you normally do) and he still doesn’t know how to fix things. Counterintuitively, he looks through his books for an answer, and it takes him a few days to realize that’s what got him into this mess.

So he goes to you directly and, albeit a little clumsily, apologizes and asks what he can do to help you through this. You say that’s just the problem - you don’t want his help - and he sits next to you and just asks why? The two of you wind up talking for hours, sitting next to each other and just...really talking. You aren’t the only one feeling vulnerable - Satan is talking about his emotions full-on rather than through a scientific lens and it makes him just as nervous as you are.

Satan doesn’t get into arguments with you. He runs from the possibility because he’s worried about what his wrath could do to you. But he promises you that he could never hold anything against you, especially something like asking him for help. It’s an honor that you let him this close, and he can only return the favor in kind. He hopes you have enough faith to believe in him until he has the opportunity to prove it beyond a doubt.

Asmodeus

Asmo does things for people without asking. He gives unsolicited makeup and relationship advice, he offers to touch-up any products you may have on, he lends you clothes just because he felt like he should…

The thing is, Asmo will start before you even have a chance to ask him to stop. He’ll start before you’re even wondering if you like him. And at first, you’re ok with it. Well, you’re not, but you can decide he’s just testing the waters or that this is some weird demon way to earn your friendship or tell you he considers you a friendly presence, like cats. But it still rubs you the wrong way.

However, Asmo always notices that you...aren’t receiving it the way he wants you to. He invites you out and leaves you an outfit on your bed, and you come out wearing something entirely different. He leaves you a bouquet of flowers, and suddenly the dining room has a new bouquet in the center of it. (and you always avoid his gaze during those dinners, which is totally weird.) It’s almost like you’ve recognized the face he makes when he’s about to touch up your makeup, because you pull out a pocket mirror and check yourself over before he even has a chance to!

Are you leading him on? He doesn’t think so, but you are quite literally the only person he can’t literally charm the pants off of, and he isn’t quite sure how to navigate the signals you’re giving him. You seem fine with the relationship - it felt pretty genuine to him, and you looked thrilled when he made the romantic moves on you - so what was going on?

He finally caves and asks when he’s going through your wardrobe, sifting through it with you on the bed to make room for a shopping spree the two of you had been planning, and sees all the outfits he’d bought you hanging, still in their outfit bags. Some of the bags even had DUST on them!

He turns around and puts on a gentle voice. Though Asmo doesn’t know what’s happening, he can feel the air in the room shift and he knows he’s encroaching on some sensitive territory. “Hey, do you not like when I give you gifts? I haven’t been able to understand what’s been bothering you, but I don’t want to make you uncomfortable…”

He does NOT like the way you turn your face away from him, but he sits a respectable distance away and keeps his hands in his lap. Asmo is as good at genuine advice as he is at gossip, so it isn’t hard for him to get you comfortable enough to open up to him. You don’t have to tell him everything at once - he’ll listen to whatever you’re willing to tell him, letting you lean against him when you’re ready.

Asmo is known for being petty, but you bring out sides of him nobody knew were there. He’ll swear up and down that he’d never turn your good heart against you - after all, it’s one of the many things he loves about you - but he does understand where you’d get that impression. If you’ll let him prove it to you, he will - and he’ll start by only pestering you to let him buy one outfit for you on that shopping spree!

Beelzebub

Listen. Beel is a generous soul (for a demon) ((to those he really loves)). He just doesn’t ever really find himself in possession of anything worth sharing. Really, the only thing he is ever in the possession of is food. When he isn’t at his sports practice, working out or studying, he’s eating, and he’ll gladly share his food with you.

Oh? You don’t want it? He gives you a confused look - he’d ask if you were feeling well if he hadn’t eaten lunch with you just an hour before - but shrugs, his growling stomach winning over his concern. It’s not like you’re skipping meals, anyway. It isn’t until you get hurt helping him work out and refuse to let him pick you up to carry you to medical attention that he gets VERY concerned.

He feels awful enough as is. It was his fault you were even there - he just wanted to add more weight to his workout. (And, he won’t admit it, the idea of using a bench you were sitting on to lift over his head may have been a bit overkill. But he saw that little spark that said ‘that isn’t possible but man i wish it was’ when you saw it happen in that show and mmmmmmaybe he wanted to impress you. How was he supposed to know Mammon had broken it and left it there?) He could practically feel the pain in your ankle from the sound it made, and you were clutching desperately to your shin, wanting to press on the wound but knowing it was a bad idea. MC, there’s no way you can walk on that, why aren’t you letting him help?

The guilty puppy face he’s giving you is making the whole situation worse. It’s taking everything you can not to snap on, from the overwhelming pain in your ankle to the negative thoughts racing in your head to the knowledge that you’ll have to give in eventually. Finally, you face him head on and decide to just rip the band-aid off. “I don’t have the best experience with letting people do things for me. If you’re expecting to use this against me, I’m going to be out of commission for a while, so remember that.”

He is. So confused. Are you really mad at him? What are you talking about? It’s not that he’s stupid - because really, he isn’t - this just kinda came at him from left field and he does not know what to do about.

“What? I’m worried about you, MC, and there’s no way you can walk on your ankle. Come on, please let me take you to get help. I won’t mention it ever again if that’s what will make you happy.”

So maybe it takes a while to get to the nearest infirmary, and maybe he’s going extra slow so as not to jostle our injury, and maybe in the meantime he’s being so contemplative and quiet that you have a heart-to-heart. Beel’s too genuine not to trust him when he swears he’d NEVER use your kindness against you, but he understands it’ll take a while to show you.

Belphegor

So. Um. This is awkward.

Belphie is a smartass, and he’s the youngest and used to getting his way. He’s definitely the type to dig his heels in and fight dirty in an argument, just because he’s used to winning. He’s also sadistic and has plotted with you to use his brothers’ weaknesses against them for fun. So he gets it. He totally gets why you would think he’d do it. Honestly, that’s basically what he did to free himself from the attic, only with more violence involved. He gets it.

Since Belphegor hasn’t exactly been the nicest to you in the past, he isn’t about to make you pity him with words like “yeah, of course you wouldn’t trust me after what I did to you…” First of all, on the off chance that it’s completely unrelated, he doesn’t want to put that idea in your head and give you a resentment you never had, but also he’s getting a hang of this redemption thing. Yes, on an average day he’s still a bratty, selfish little shit, but he does show you how sorry he is for using you and hurting you. It shows in the way he checks up on you in situations he knows you’re uncomfortable in, in the way he cares for you in that gentle way that’s so subtle you wonder if he’s even actively doing anything. (He is - offering you the best spot in a blanket nest, suggesting your favorite meals when the brother on dinner duty needs ideas, little things - and you both know it.) But how does he repent for something he doesn’t even know if he’s doing?

The way you stop cold when you peek in the kitchen and see him (and Beel) cooking the dinner you just complained about wanting hurts. The two of you have a stare-off for a moment, and Beel gets the message to slide out of the room. Belphegor clears his throat.

“What do you want?” You ask with narrowed eyes. Ouch, way to be a Lucifer. He instead says, “Nothing. I just wanted to do something nice for you.” “And you don’t want anything in return?” “Have I given off the impression that I would?”

You sigh and step into the kitchen to wash your hands, asking if he needs help since Beel left. He grabs your wrist. “You’re welcome to keep me company, but I want to do this for you.”

He doesn’t like you looking at him distrustfully, but is relieved you sit at the counter instead of leaving. He wants to ask you what’s up, but something is stopping him - he ignores that what’s stopping him is fear that you’ll have another thing to add onto the list of the unforgivable sins he’s committed. If you feel like telling him, he’ll listen - but until then, he’ll go back to quietly trying to prove his worth to you, hoping one day you’ll see that it’s genuine and let him give you all the good things you deserve.