#ALSO prove and move rhyme ??????

[cruelsister-moved2]

okay how the fuck are americans pronouncing dove (im assuming like the bird) because prove and move already rhyme and dove rhymes with neither of them help me

[revoltinglesbians]

the weirdest thing about the dove poll is why would you pick a heteronym and not clarify which one you're talking about.

[bibibbon]

I don't even know what to say about the ending, because my expectations for it were so non-existent, but I will say this:

1A as a found family? Not canon. It really makes 1A look bad that once Izuku becomes Quirkless again, they don't talk as much anymore. It's only when he becomes Iron Izuku that they start talking to him again. Izuku even says how lonely he is now that his classmates are heroes and he isn't!

Hori's message that anyone can be a hero, even without a Quirk? Complete and utter bullshit. Again, without Iron Izuku - which took 8 YEARS to develop, he didn't stand a chance. Even All Might could only be a hero after Kamini Ward with Iron Might and that only lasted like 5 minutes.

The hero ranking system and hero culture as a whole? Basically the same as before. Apparently, the low crime rate has concentrated the pool of heroes to those who have strong Quirks.

Literally the only good thing about the ending is that Bakugou didn't become the #1 hero, and even that shows that because he NEVER FUCKING CHANGED, he's dropping in the ranks.

Hi @nutzgunray-lvt 👋

Honestly, same all I can do to describe the ending of MHA is underwhelming and horrible.

Moving on you are right 1A didn't have a good found family bond and canon even shows this and supports this. After they graduated and became heroes it seems like they lost contact with eachother and didn't meet eachother for casual talks or just hanging out because they're days off didn't align or their just wasn't and effort made. Heck we don't see a little reunion or even simple text messages it just seems like they drift apart and no one seems to even comfort izuku when he is officially quirkless.

I have said it and I will say it again I hate the whole concept of iron might or iron Izuku. I don't know why but I simply don't like it and the fact that it proves that you do need a quirk to become a hero. The series seems to have horrible messaging and the whole definition of hero seems to stick to the same definition in chapter one "a job, a career" that's it not it being "to help people and help society". "Anyone can be a hero" but you can't if youre quirkless I guess🤷‍♀️ .

I stand by my point that izuku could of became a quirkless hero. Not a hero like all might but a hero for sure and at this point it seems sad to see izuku lose OFA and just become iron Izuku it's just pitiful and empty and bland and bleak and well you get the jist of it.

Hero culture and heroics is still toxic. Heck I think you could argue that it's become even more toxic that the hero environment has been saturated by those that have strong quirks. It also seems like hawks really didn't do anything at all to change the system except of add a bit so other people can be celebrated but the hero polls still stand with bakugo being aggressive as ever and again showing us that he hasn't changed and his treatment to izuku seems to be the only thing that hori focuses on even though there is no focus on it from Izuku's perspective aka making all of bakugos development that is only towards izuku null.

May I also bring the point that it wasn't hawks who even tried introducing a new quirk counselling system but it was ochako?!?!!! Iam sorry it was ochako who even introduced it and is changing it like why isn't hawks there helping he is after all the head of HPSC after all. Also, the whole idea of heroes only being people with strong quirks and that the crime rate is low maybe because of it paints a horrible picture. This whole idea also proves that history is just rhyming and will soon probably repeat itself sooner or later that is.

[cookiepie111]

König headcanon

These are completely random and have no rhyme or reason and have been sitting in the drafts for too long

He fidgets a lot, nothing crazy. He just can't seem to stay still. His teammates notice the way he's constantly changing positions when they talk to him. Standing with his arms behind his back, then on his hips, moving from one leg to another all this in the space of a minute

Dad is smart ass first time he comes home from the military "How's the sniper life going" knowing full well, it didn't work out

He's more likely to lash out and fight against his dad now. So it's surprise when he reaches over and grabs his dad. mum tries to intervene

Likes to slip into your bed and rest on your chest, likes the way you run your hands over his head( if he's not bald but even stil!)

Likes friendly competition.

I've said this before, but handy man! He's been living by himself for a long time, so just does everything himself. Also, joining so young, he just began fixing things himself if it'd take too long asking

Problem kid in the military like kid why are acting like a sniper we didn't place you there.

Wasn't well liked at first, would get in fights with people, projecting and got something to prove

Being a batering ram doesn't do good to your mental health. He's supposed to be the first to charge into death.

I'd like to think he mellows out in his older years still got that something to prove energy but like has the history and skill to back him up.

Doesn't like lateness Doesn't find it cute. Is confused how you're late to dates with him when you start living together.

When he first read about Hephaestus, he dropped to his knees. "He's just like me fr"

Likes to pick you up off the ground.

He wants to be comfortable he wants someone he can be comfortable with to hold softly. To hold him.

Is determined. Doesn't give up easily so you can't either will try to help you work through whatever you're dealing with. Picking you up like a mother cat does her kitten by the scruff .

Had an idea of what his life would be like in /after the military, while his life isn't exactly like that at least he's alive! And healthy.

Trys to get into relationships go on dates but it overwhelms him the more he thinks about on the day, as he's standing there facing the mirror really looking at himself , it's not a pretty face he's not a pretty person. The idea that a woman would see his face. He's really starting to think about all the things that come with being in a relationship. Does he have it in him to be vulnerable? Can he trust her. Will he be able to sleep next to her. He also hasn't become comfortable with showing his face. He looks in the mirror and just feels sad. He ends up standing the woman up. He sits and tries to avoid those feelings bubbling back up

[insane-control-room]

Some things are meant to be remembered; for the right reasons.

i've posted this review on steam, but i think that i want to say it here, too.

Here is my review of the 'promotional' material (according to steam) Secrets of the Machine

What I liked: the art appeared to be a true return to form; the style had its original charm with updated lighting techniques and slightly better optimization than previous games in the Bendy series. The audio design was also nice, with good ambiance and nice composition.

And now, the jank.

The game handles reasonably well; but it is clearly slapdashed together and is missing important components. There is no starting menu. There are no loading screens; and it is very jarring. There are no options in the game menu - you cannot minimize the game, you cannot brighten the game, you cannot make the game run any better on your computer, and it is incredibly laggy. If you have a potato laptop? Nah, get out. No game for you. There are no subtitles that you can enable, and voices are very muffled. Additionally, the game is very dark, and as mentioned, you cannot adjust that in the settings of the game, nor in steam settings. You have to do so from your computer.

Controls are extremely janky, as you cannot run, you cannot jump, and there is no indication for interaction with any objects. There are no control settings for remapping, and you cannot even see which keys do what.

Puzzles are boring and confusing; with no guidance. There were no hints, no rhyme or reason. There was more puzzle in the BATIM chapter 1 demo release. This thing is very confusing, especially when you cannot see anything at all. You will spend a long time walking back and forth between two rooms, wondering how you can progress, because you've done everything you could: you smashed cutouts; you hit targets; you opened and closed hands; you found posters for future games, but nothing that could move forward the one you were playing at the time. If you look at the community page, you will see that most people simply spent their time clicking on the soup can dispenser to see how many cans they could get.

If you have epilepsy, nah get out. Oh? I didn't mention the flashing lights? Well the developers did not either. Not only did they not mention the flashing lights, not in the game nor in steam, but they included TWO car crashes without warning - one audio based, and another that was directed at players. This is not only rude, but it is dangerous. Warnings exist so that people can make educated choices whether or not to interact with content that may be sensitive to them. Warn people appropriately. This 'game' did not take any measure to protect its players. There are many instances of sudden loud noises, flashing lights, and jarring location switches (not to mention the car crashes).

The story was lacking, and has nothing to do with the puzzles that a player is faced with. It feels like three disjointed tracks, and none of them align, all of them crashing together in a discordant, unsatisfying, confusing mess. It brought in more new characters that had nothing to do with the original story nor interested players, and had content that went against previously established material. It was (as you can tell, from a writer's perspective) a bad story.

It was less of a demo, less of a playable trailer, more like a tech demo with a few morsels for fans to pick apart and wish there was more of, wish there was more effort put into, wish there was more love and care for them, the players who arguably were the foundation of this game. There were teasers for games that, honestly, lacked the soul that the very first game had, and here's a point to prove it: there was an easter egg that if you clicked something 414 times (very funny.) it would rise in the air and then fall down without further ado. In the game files, the name for that sound effect? Sting. Yeah. It did. Games are a collaborative work; between the creators and the players. Blatant disregard and flippancy towards half of the collaboration is not acceptable behavior. This is a development team that mocks those who once loved them most, those who poured over their coding and carefully crafted world to marvel at what they had made, and coaxed in others with the rich promise of a delightful story that anyone could engage with on any level. The spite the creators have shown for the individuals who, essentially, had given rise to their stature in the first place, is painful.

Finally, by the time that I got a chance to sit down and actually play the game- I personally could not. The developers, by constantly updating a clearly unfinished game, had made their final update - that of a wood board blocking the actual place where gameplay takes place. You cannot go to any of the places shown in the screenshots, because the game is locked on the opening area. I've seen many people complaining of it; hoping that they can play the game.

Now, in the fashion we've seen common of JDS, they have rescinded their terrible design choice - but without notifying players that it is now possible to play the game; without telling players that this was purposeful; without telling players anything aside from a big old screw you. It is entirely possible that the only reason they put the game back into a playable state was the torrent of negative reviews that spawned after their. interesting. choice. regardless, those who care about their playerbase would have informed those who complained that it was a temporary gesture for storytelling reasons. They, however, did not, and there are a multitude of reviews marking the game as unplayable.

No matter what, the bottom line is this: This is not okay.

I'm not sure how much more eloquently I can put the fact that I'm heartbroken. This game, unlike any other, shows how much scorn that a developer can have for their own fans and playerbase. I am glad that there are people who enjoyed it, but I wonder - what did you really like about it?

Is it the memories?

[itwillbelonelywontit]

17 year old Light getting molested finale; I initially imagined this au as Pre canon. Light goes on to pick up the death note and follows the original time line; he gains Misa and meets L again when he becomes a suspect. I think the only major difference is Light picks up the death note later than in canon (he needs time to stew over L grooming him) and maybe not giving up his death note during the Yotsuba arc/retaining his memories. After months or years of dealing with the aftermath Light wants his revenge and I think he wants to remain Kira for that. Light would either feel the need to prove himself to L that he was left utterly unaffected by the incident, or attempt to torment L by being an absolute tease. Light carefully planing out paths so they are never not monitored by cameras or someone is always nearby. He never gives L a chance to make a move that wont get him shot by the taskforce (because in this AU they absolutely WILL). Light is in complete control of the situation he's not shaking in terror from being chained to his molester he doesn't know what you're talking about.

On the other hand, a non death note au works so well for this too. Light going onto become a talented detective and working his ass off to get high enough he catches L's attention again (after a few years of course, he needs time to stew in his rage and malice.) He's still very Kira like as a result of what happened. I imagine in this scenario his form of getting L's attention is subtly tarnishing his reputation. Everyone knows he worked with L once when he was young, but he never talks about it. Everyone assumed he was just humble. Light does touch on his time with L but never goes into detail. But the things he does say... his coworkers start to wonder and rumors start to spread. Light never implies anything *happened* of course, but he mentions odd behaviors that he remembers. He says L took great interest in cases that involved children. The way he says it it sounds like he targets those crimes for being partially abhorrent, but read between the lines and the implied motivation becomes much more sinister. Once an intern speculated on what L's type would be an fantasized about catching his eye. Light jokingly said she was too old for him (she's no more than 18). Not enough to get Light into any real trouble but enough that anyone hearing about L for the first time would also be told less than flattering rumors.

In both scenarios I don't think L falls for the bait (and Light would throw a bitch fit as a result) but they do meet again. Maybe L is just humoring him, or maybe he's bored and curious. What is Light's end goal? Be a thorn in his side until the end of time? I think when it came down to it Light would want answers. Why did he do it? What about Light made L target him? Light tries to make it seem he's seeking closure, and maybe even believes that's what he wants. L sees right through him as always; he just wants to feel *special*. Wants L to tell him that there was something about Light that drew him in. That he was facinating and unique and just irresistible that it didn't matter if he's a teenager L *needed* him. That is was all for something.

L, of course, would give him none of that. Tell Light that there was no rhyme or reason behind his actions, he just did it on a whim. Is that the truth or just L rubbing salt in Lights wounds for his own satisfaction? I'll leave that up to interpretation.

We all know this all can only end in one way though. Light either successfully pushes L into retaliation, or he just decides to be a bastard again. Either way its not at all gentle like the first time. L successfully corners Light and it all over. Light actually fights this time but its meaningless and he's overpowered. He realizes, back then, it wouldn't have mattered if he tried to resist.

L fucks him against the nearest surface and inbetween his defeated sobs tells him he hasn't aged a day.

AFTER MANY MONTHS AND MANY, MANY DERANGED DMS. IM FINALLY ANSWERING THIS MASTERPIECE. I want you to know how insanely much your asks specifically contribute to the pre-dn au timeline, like you are the most pivotal contributor to this au.

Light would either feel the need to prove himself to L that he was left utterly unaffected by the incident, or attempt to torment L by being an absolute tease

GOD. LIGHT WOULD ACT SO UNAFFECTED. he needs to prove that hes big and strong and would NEVER get his heart broken by the man who molested him and is now accusing him of murder. he is NOT traumatized or lovesick or a VICTIM.

Light is in complete control of the situation he's not shaking in terror from being chained to his molester he doesn't know what you're talking about.

this sentence. this is just like. its so moe. god I love control freaks who are in absolute denial that they cannot control a single thing in their situation

On the other hand, a non death note au works so well for this too. Light going onto become a talented detective and working his ass off to get high enough he catches L's attention again

HES SO PHOENIX WRIGHT IN THIS. yes it was always his dream to be a detective but also hes just trying to get a boy's attention </3 he wants the worlds bestest detective to notice him 🥺

But the things he does say... his coworkers start to wonder and rumors start to spread. Light never implies anything *happened* of course, but he mentions odd behaviors that he remembers. He says L took great interest in cases that involved children. The way he says it it sounds like he targets those crimes for being partially abhorrent, but read between the lines and the implied motivation becomes much more sinister. Once an intern speculated on what L's type would be an fantasized about catching his eye. Light jokingly said she was too old for him (she's no more than 18).

THIS. THIS IS SO FUCKING GOOD. THIS HAS MADE ME RECONSIDER STICKING TO THE CANON TIMELINE SO MANY TIMES BECAUSE I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. just these subtle, sinister hints that dont sync in until hours later because he says it with his winning public hero smile and talk show charm. LIGHT SAYING AN EIGHTEEN YEAR OLD WOULD BE TOO OLD FOR L... OHHHH YES. YES YES YES. you do not know how often I reread this part especially.

I think when it came down to it Light would want answers. Why did he do it? What about Light made L target him? Light tries to make it seem he's seeking closure, and maybe even believes that's what he wants. L sees right through him as always; he just wants to feel *special*. Wants L to tell him that there was something about Light that drew him in. That he was facinating and unique and just irresistible that it didn't matter if he's a teenager L *needed* him. That is was all for something.

THIS IS LIKE. THE PRE-DN AU THESIS IM BEING SO FOR REAL. LIKE THIS ENCAPSULATES IT PERFECTLY. because at the end of the day light just wants to be special !!! he genuinely cannot bare the thought of all of it being because he was easy, or decently pretty, or a challenge to win and leave behind. he might actually snap if hes somehow forced to internalize the notion. he can't be just a notch on L's bedpost. leave it to light to try and make the grooming he was a victim of into something romantically passionate. I think L should be an absolute little shit about it and, as patronizingly as possible, say yes light-kun you are soooo irresistible and tempting and the specialest boy ever that I knew I couldn't let the law come in between us. even though its TRUE because L genuinely is fascinated by light. its just that light is so insecure and fragile and its so fun to see him get closer and closer to the edge that its worth lying about.

We all know this all can only end in one way though. Light either successfully pushes L into retaliation, or he just decides to be a bastard again. Either way its not at all gentle like the first time. L successfully corners Light and it all over. Light actually fights this time but its meaningless and he's overpowered. He realizes, back then, it wouldn't have mattered if he tried to resist.

A GAME OF CAT AND MOUSE BUT SO MUCH MORE FUCKED UP THAN USUAL !!!! YES !!!!!!! oh man youre getting my reinvigorated I have GOT to get back to this au. light fights back this time because he ISNT a naive teenager and hes NOT under the RIDICULOUS ILLUSION thats hes in LOVE with L. all the feelings of violation and manipulation that he was so oblivious to the first time around are only made more intense by how long they were put off, but he can't help but feel relief. because ever since being chained to L, this has just been this threatening dark cloud looming over him at every minute of every day. and now the storm hes been dreading is actually happening, but at least the first bolt of lightning, always the most jarring, has already struck.

L fucks him against the nearest surface and inbetween his defeated sobs tells him he hasn't aged a day.

DONT MIND ME IM JUST GOING TO GO PASS OUT FOR A WEEK BECAUSE HOLY FUCKING SHIT I DONT KNOW IF ANY SENTENCE HAS EVER MADE ME MORE LIGHTHEADED. L fucking him over the closet flat surface because hes not bothering in trying to make it seem sweet or sentimental !!!! he just wants to put his dick in him !!!!!! AND JESUS CHRIST. HE HASNT. TELLING HIM. TELLING HIM HE HASNT AGED A DAY ANON WHEN I GET YOU ANON I WILL BE USING THIS JUST SO THAT YOU KNOW BECAUSE I HAVE QUITE LITERALLY NEVER HAD SUCH A FUCKING VISCERAL REACTION TO A SENTENCE. I CANNOT COMMUNICATE IN WORDS HOW INSANE IT IS.

im going to miss seeing this in my inbox,,, but the people deserve to know and holy fuck do you do deserve an answer. FUCK. SLAMS THE TABLE. im gonna be rereading this until the end of time I hope you know.

[a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual]

Nimona headcanons that have no rhyme or reason

So I said in this post that I think Ambrosius is an incredible cook

And Nimona is too (she’s just too lazy to cook half the time)

But something in my spirit tells me Bal can’t cook to save his life 

He was homeless before he joined the institute and once he was in the institute he never had access to the kitchen after he was knighted he was on the run

So he never really had a chance to teach himself 

And because of that every single thing this man touches in the kitchen is a disaster

Bless his heart he really tries but he’s also succeeded in setting water on fire and giving Ambrosius food poisoning so potent that he had to call out of work for a week

Nimona swears to this day that they saw one of Bal’s meals move on its own

He’s also like a newborn giraffe in the kitchen

There have been multiple times when he’s knocked ingredients over or dropped finished meals 

And sometimes he gets so caught up in his head that he forgets both of his arms aren't metal which resulted in him almost grabbing trays from the oven without a mitt

Ambrosius says every time he steps into the kitchen to do more than pour water or grab a snack years are taken off his lifespan 

Most of the time Ambrosius and Nimona can’t be in the kitchen when the other is cooking 

They both get unreasonably angry when people stand in the kitchen while they’re cooking 

There are some small exceptions like sometimes they’ll ask the other to be the taste tester

They also don’t get angry when they bake for some reason

It astonishes Bal and sometimes he just watches them in awe because whenever he enters the kitchen Nimona threatens to bite his head off

I have like no knowledge of fashion but I know enough about these characters to fucking hate their clothes 

Like I get it they were cogs in the machine so their clothes should reflect that but you would think would at least try and change them after the wall fell

Be advised these headcanons aren’t going to be groundbreaking and will probably exit canon because I’m delusional 

Bal is a dark academia dork

This man would live in comfy sweaters and button-ups and nice slacks 

I think looking put-together and professional would calm him down and have an obvious difference in his mood 

Ambrosius would hate the idea that clothes are gendered 

If he wants to wear a skirt or a dress he’s wearing a skirt or a dress

There are multiple times when people have tried to get him to change into pants and every single time he tells them no

I feel like he would also wear brighter colors but he would stray from gold gray or white 

He would also wear makeup prove me wrong 

Nimona would dress like a punk obviously 

But something tells me that he would have loud ass accessories 

His jewelry is big and will clack together 

He’s got a million pins on his clothes and bags and they all hit each other and the jewelry 

Even things like their keychain are loud and cluttered 

Everything about them from their personality and voice to their outfit and accessories is loud and announces their presence and they wouldn’t have it any other way

[miyamoratsumuu]

UNSENT LETTERS

↳ he was a writer, you were his muse. and every stroke of his pen reminded him just why all he wished for was to be the one to love you until the end of forever. iwaizumi hajime x female reader wc: 864 note: sappy, lovesick hajime. set around the 1950s or so?? not modern times, basically. phones did not exist yet, and traditional courting was all the rage :D

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"how many poems have gone unnoticed? my only wish is to be with you until the end"... now playing, leonora by sugarcane

the relationship between you and hajime was like no other. even though he was only courting you now, he treated you as if you were the only woman in the world.

he picked you up from your house for days together, gave both you and your mother flowers whether there was an occasion or not, and visited you after days of not seeing each other. he would have his guitar in hand, giving you a warm smile as he handed you a flower.

"let me sing for you tonight, gorgeous." hajime would sing you songs of adoration, as each chord he played on his guitar matched his voice perfectly. the looks he gave you as he sang were filled with nothing more than genuine fondness, and you felt it.

on days you and hajime were apart, a letter neatly folded inside an envelope was delivered to your front door. every single letter you've received from hajime were words of his longing and endearment towards you, as he never failed to express how much he truly loved you.

"my love, I hope you've been well. I am deeply looking forward to seeing you again soon."

"no matter how bad the rainstorm, your smile is all I need for clear skies, darling."

"I'm half a man whenever I'm apart from you, my beloved."

he loved sending you letters, it was his love language. if he couldn't put his feelings into words, he was confident enough in his writing skills to express his love to you through ink on a piece of paper.

he did it not only to assure you of his undying love but also to prove to you that he was willing to wait. he was willing to spend his days writing letter after letter for you, as long as you knew him for his affection.

the only pieces of writing he never sends you were his poems. each line is made to rhyme with the previous one as they work together to convey your beauty as a person. he could never send you those, as he considered them keepsakes of the parts of you that you only allowed him to see.

all the while hajime will do anything to prove he's worthy of your love. even if it costs him the rest of his life, he'll do it. he needs you to know that you're deserving of someone who would wait a whole lifetime just to love all of you.

hajime loved you. and if the numerous kisses on the cheek and letters that reply to the ones he sent weren't enough, the look in your eyes was enough to tell him that you returned his feelings. he was confident that you loved him.

that was until your smile began to look dim when you spent your days with him. until the warmth in your gaze whenever you looked at him disappeared. and until you stopped replying to his letters.

the day five of his daily letters went un-replied to, he decided to visit your home. only to find out from your next door neighbor that you and your family moved out a week ago. he felt his heart drop as he heard the news. you left. and he didn't know. how could he? you never told him. the only signs you spared were your painfully obvious distancing of yourself from him.

despite his disappointment, his confidence in you loving him didn't falter. he was drowned in his thoughts. he refused to believe that all the days and late nights you spent together meant nothing in the end.

he continued to write for you. day by day, piles of unsent letters and unheard poems filled the corner of his bedroom, each of the envelopes slowly collecting dust from the outside. each letter still contained his commitment to you, and the hope that you will come back to him.

numerous times, he was told that he had to move on and that he could find someone new. he was too young to be throwing away his life for someone who packed their things and left without a word.

he never listened to them. though, he decided to finally write another letter to you. he promised himself it would be the last one for a while.

hajime signed the letter as he set his pen down beside the piece of paper. his gaze traveled to the farthest end of his desk, and then he stood up and left the room before the portrait of both of you with loving expressions could taunt him longer. the last time he felt your presence was in his dreams, and that was weeks ago.

until when was he going to put up with this? until his heart felt numb and until forever ended. he'll wait, for his own sake. you were the reason long before, and it's still you until today. he isn't planning on changing that.

his last letter now sat on top of the pile of unsent ones. that corner of his room now marked the love that was left in him that he could never give to anyone else. 

hajime's until next time:

GILIW KO & AKING SINTA: two filipino terms for "my love"

both letters say the same thing, the right one is just there in case the one on the left is hard to read:)

a/n: guitar player iwa has been on my mind for AGES??? i HAD to somehow incorporate that into this 🙋🏻‍♀️ also, please excuse my editing skills on the first pic, ahahadhauehdahah

[ihni]

Fist-fights and kisses

For @harringrovemicrofic, the February prompt: "Explode" (772 words) (Also side note, but do you realize how difficult it is to write a RHYME that ends up in an exact amount of words???)

Anyway.

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Press down on the pedal; go harder, go faster Away from a slip-up, towards a disaster So what if he ends up all wrapped ‘round a tree? And dies in this shit-hole, so far from the sea?

He flies down the dark road, he’s rocketing, soaring He speeds up until the car’s engine is roaring He takes a turn sharply, he’s almost off-road He grits his teeth harshly; about to explode

Drive on in the darkness, don’t stop and don’t linger Ain’t no one got Billy wrapped tight ‘round their finger He cannot be tied-down, he cannot be tamed (A lie, he admits; he is leashed and ashamed)

He cannot show weakness – he’s always the strongest (At least he’s pretended to be, for the longest) He’s wild (he’s controlled) and he’s fearless (he’s scared) He’s charming and smiling (a mask with teeth bared)

This town is a prison, the move retribution Billy’s the problem to Hawkins’ solution His dad brought him here so he would be set straight So far it’s not working; he’ll die at this rate

If Billy dares speak up, Neil calls him a faggot And tells him he’s useless; worth less than a maggot If late, he gets punished; gets bruises and welts If loud, he gets beaten; with fists and with belts

His father once burned him with a lit cigarette And that wasn’t nearly the worst he would get If Neil finds out what his own son did tonight? It’s over for Billy; goodbye and goodnight

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Steve is confused and his bruised cheek is stinging His eyes; wide and staring, his ears; red and ringing Yet all of that now takes a backseat to this: The memory of Billy’s lips against his

A kiss, Steve is certain, which does not make sense Perhaps it was just some bizarre self-defense? They had been fighting and Steve was not losing (Which was, on its own, a little confusing)

They fought and they pushed and they punched and they battled Both of them eager but none of them rattled Just two boys fighting; a scuffle, a brawl Which ended when Billy was thrown to the wall

It wasn’t the usual way their fights ended And probably not what Steve’s rival intended; His back to the wall, with Steve’s arm against his throat Steve opened his mouth – to taunt, perhaps to gloat?

And that was when Billy reversed their positions He re-wrote the rules and he changed the conditions He held on and grimaced and then, with a hiss He leaned in and Steve’s lips met his in a kiss

Steve froze where he stood, ‘cause he did not expect it There wasn’t a reason for him to suspect it Why was he– What was he trying to prove? Steve did not kiss back, he was too shocked to move

He felt as if he was the cure to starvation As Billy kept kissing with raw desperation Steve let out the first sound since all this began And Billy? He drew back, eyes wide – and then ran

~~~

His life here is over, a moment of weakness Was all that it took, now the future is bleakness He shouldn’t have done it, he was such a fool Come Monday, oh Steve will have told the whole school

They will all believe him, ‘cause no one likes Billy He’s popular, sure, but he’s got no friends really A day, at the most, and then Neil will find out The subsequent ‘talk’ will be painful, no doubt

If Billy survives it, he’s grounded forever He won’t have a life after this whatsoever Bullied and carless and locked in his room Hurting and aching, it’s safe to presume

If Neil does not kill him, the people in town might They hate his kind here, it will be a town highlight He’s all out of options, he’s on his last leg He will have to go back to Steve’s house and beg

Forgiveness and mercy, he hopes he can get it That impulse to lean in – oh how he’ll regret it If he could have just tampered down on his need If he could have not given in to his greed

He drives back to Steve’s place, his heart beating madly No crash on the way there, he makes it safe (sadly) He swallows and walks up to Harrington’s door Prepared to kneel right there on Harrington’s floor

The red door swings open before he can knock He starts to say “Sorry–“, then shuts up in shock Because that’s Steve’s hand on the back of his head And this time it’s Steve kissing Billy instead

~~~

(On AO3)

[storiesofsvu]

Okay, so last week my sleep schedule was beyond fucked up and I had a friend staying with me so I didn’t get to watch the new CM until WAY too late and my reactions were barely existent and I almost fell asleep before it ended cause it was almost 6am by then. So I’m rewatching last week rn (while working on other stuff) before watching the new ep. Expect some notes from last week but not a lot I guess lol!

We love a good female unsub.

I STILL do not understand how Emily got full ass arrested over this shit, like yeah brian accused her, but they don’t really have any grounds for arrest, esp her being fbi?? She should have been asked to come down for questioning but that was it. She never should have actually been booked. (though this DOES play into the whole conspiracy thing. Like get her arrested/out of the way/a reason for the upper people to get rid of her or have something to hold over her head. Like, her getting arrested would be part of the whole gold star thing). WITHOUT that though, make it make sense.  GOD to be a lawyer in the CM universe must be THE most annoying thing in the entire world LOL.

This red coat will forever and always be one of my top fave wardrobe items of em’s

Okay but like, the coke “conspiracy theory” seems pretty legit LOL. But em is like.. losing it. She’s tunnel visioned on this gold star case and isn’t sleeping and like, my girl just needs rest and peace for ONCE please.

Jj wanting to talk but not having the courage to bring it up just hurts me man.

“contracted to kill gold star” I thought gold star was an operation? Or a team? Or was that found out later in this episode….LOL

Honestly… Emily breaking the rules/law is not OOC at all. and her asking Garcia to help her (and Garcia complying) isn’t either, it’s happened before in canon. And like.. when em’s getting shoved to the utmost bottom, she’s never above breaking protocol, even if she is in charge. Look at the lauren arc, look at her battle with barnes, her standing up to strauss, she’s always done whatever she thinks is right, it’ll get her answers, even if they can’t be used in court.

Voit looks SO much like someone I work with and that weirds me out LOL.

Mega points for Sydney for standing up for herself. I’m super glad she’s been given some time to shine this season.

Okay either Emily has had some sense knocked into her w saying “this case isn’t gold star until we prove it” or she thinks its an utter waste of time…

You’re SERIOUSLY telling me Penelope Garcia of all people didn’t see “star light star bright” and think of the nursery rhyme? That she wasted how ever many of her guesses and didn’t come up with something along the lines of “wish tonight”?!!!? that shit’s TOO easy…

If last season gave Emily a migraine, dealing with all of this and esp brian should be giving her an aneurysm lol.

The girl playing holly is incredible, I hope she gets the career she deserves. Also.. she deserved to attack voit, like her sister is young enough she’s still living in a weird confused/delusional point where she doesn’t really get what’s going on. holly’s old enough she knows her entire life is completely fucked up by her dad being a killer. That her family’s torn apart, she’s watching her mom barely keep it together, they have to move, again and again, new school, new friends, over and over all in a feeble attempt to try and stay safe from their dad who’s supposed to stay in prison?

Yeah this girl’s absolutely going through it. She loves her dad and misses what they had before everyone found out what he was actually doing.

Not voit getting TWO fucks in one sentence! He is right though about holly being in trouble and needing help now. Maybe he’s self reflecting a little bit, I can’t remember if his past was discussed last season LO, I’m remembering something but I might be fucking up plot lines… EITHER WAY, he sees a bit of himself in holly and doesn’t want her to turn out like him, which could be considered remorse…

JJ asking about Emily and how she’s doing after em asks about Sydney and the girls… just absolutely proves what everyone online was BITCHING hardcore about, with em “not caring about jj” they’re both going through hell, they’re both exhausted, I bet jj didn’t sleep the night before either. JJ wants to know about em and is checking in with her, she knows everyone’s going through it and when asked about her shit, she brushes it off cause she knows both of them are under stress, that she can bring it up later rather than dump everything on em when she’s struggling to hold herself and the team together. Sometimes you have to wait on things like that.. it’s just life.

If tyler and Penelope had met under ANY different circumstance I would be here for it, but I refuse to be the way it was done.

Emily v Voit is giving me so much life. Why didn’t they just send her in first? Lol. Like yeah voit ends up getting what he wants, but also, she’s so fucking cocky about the way it  happens and she can read him like no tomorrow and that’s after no sleep and all that shit? Tell me your powerful without telling me your powerful.

Okay, imma check if the new ep is up yet, if it is, I’ll be back right away, if not, I’ll see ya in a couple of hours…

Alright, I decided to finish writing some headcanons and got distracted and opened twitter to a gif of Emily smoking from the new ep and it was the hottest thing ive ever seen so let’s pray the new ep is up…

HERE WE GOOOOO

Oh we’re starting WAY back with last season flashbacks? Oh GOD this is gonna be a rough episode isn’t it??

Emily needs a hug, a nap and an orgasm.

Jfc this got creepy right off the bat… like voit was slightly okay in the past eps and now he’s just playing into the psycho

Im sorry, the fbi assassinated WHO? I cannot function without my subtitles and there are TOO many names/people in this season over the total season arc that I keep losing track….

Okay so at least it’s not just em’s ID they haven’t updated, rossi’s is old as fuck too..

“its not the first time I’ve crossed ethical and legal boundaries for this case” Rebecca: “and I didn’t hear that…” LOOOOLL

 AND THIS IS WHY  I SAID ID NEVER WANT TO BE A LAWYER IN THIS UNIVERSE

I understand that they said any previous deal would be off the table if voit fucked around with them but are you SERIOUSLY trusting him to provide the message and it not be something to alert them?

Okay but shout out to voit for being the first person to refer to tara as “Dr Lewis” in like.. forever

“you neglected to ask me that” dude’s right… you didn’t ask. That’s on you.

I really like the way they’re profiling this situation from both points and jumping back and fourth,

LOOOOLLL the morse code. Fucking called it.

ANND LUKE GETS A FUCK! YES

“can you do that? without fingerprints?” homegirl is about to get herself fired, isn’t she? (she don’t care either so…)

I know Rebecca being close to voit is like, a legal thing and the jurisdiction and shit but it worries me. Imma be surprised if she makes it through this season.

Jfc Emily is SO hot. I adore they keep putting her in blue!

Voit being the comedic relief was not on my bingo card.

YEESS JJ WITH THE “SO SHUT THE FUCK UP”

Not fuckin voit giving the ship a name.. my dude.. stop.

Lmao, Rebecca, he’s not actually gonna confess a crime babe…

“youre not under arrest, you’re here as a person of interest on a 24 hr hold” WHICH IS EXACTLY WHAT SHOULDVE HAPPENED TO EMILY

“useful idiot” IM TELLING YOU EM TO BRIAN IS FRANKIE TO THE DEAN

Not him gaslighting her!

I know part of it is tv, but part of it is reality that plain clothed officers look EXACTLY like cops. Like, everyone can tell that you’re looking over your shoulder and being suspicious. Someone watching for cops isn’t gonna be that dumb.

Wow that team really had ONE good shooter? You serious?? Jj could have got that in a second.

The way Penelope knows about bombs?? That definitely came from derek.

UGH NOO BUT YESS the look on rebecca’s face when tara said she was staying with the bomb. There’s still love there and I swear to fuck if there’s some dying confession of love that’s my 13th reason

Not jade literally being in the same fucking park…

Ive been saying it for years but without Garcia… the team wouldn’t solve a single fucking case.

Okay I GET THAT THERE’S A FUCKING BOMB but like.. both tara and luke and ALL the surrounding officers are SO focused o that and are COMPLETELY ignoring voit.. that bitch could and would have been completely gone if it wasn’t for rossi and the sniper with him…

“this piece of shit” YES. Listen, I know we’re all feral for swearing, but as someone with a potty mouth who works in an industry when we’re always swearing, it’s so natural to me, and it makes things seem more real.

OH FUCK NO

HOW WAS THAT DUDE SO FUCKING DUMB?!?!? WHY WASN’T THERE LIKE 50 OFFICERS AROUND TO MAKE SURE SHIT LIKE THIS DIDN’T HAPPEN. MY GODDDD

But now voits back in his cell…

Ugghhh rebeccccaaaaaa

“im not at my best right now” “pfft. LOOK AROUND”

How DARE THEY end the ep like that. like the smoking part and her not giving a FUCK about it being inside and in her office was one thing, but the dire attempt to keep her composure and keep it together until she got out of the building only to utterly break down in dave’s arms?!?! Im sobbing. I honestly don’t think we’ve seen her cry *like that* since she was abducted by scratch…. They really turned to paget and said “hope you’re ready to act this season…”

Fuck.

I.. what an episode.. part of me feels the intense need to write some form of fix it fic… woof.

[thisaintascenereviews]

Eminem - The Death Of Slim Shady (Coup De Grace)

Millennials seem to love rapper Eminem, don’t they? A lot of people my age, or just a bit older, grew up with the music of Marshall Mathers, and they’re nostalgic for his brand of offensive, edgy, and offbeat humor and bars. Eminem had some hits back in the day, but you really could make an argument that he’s washed up. Hell, I’d make that argument, but I’ve also never been a fan of his work. Millennials love it, though, and every now and again, you’ll see videos from millenials that claim Gen Z is trying to “cancel” him, and it’s so painful to watch. The funny thing is, no one is trying to cancel him, when it’s really that Gen Z just doesn’t care about him.

I’m in the same boat, despite being of the age that should love his music. I suppose I’ve just never seen the hype for it, despite being able to acknowledge that Em has talent as a rapper. He’s got a solid flow, and he has the ability to spit pretty fast, but I’ve always said that rapping fast doesn’t equal being good. You can rap fast, but if you’re not saying anything worthwhile, who cares? That’s how I’ve felt about most of his work. I listened to the Marshal Mathers LP II back a decade ago, and thought that way about “Rap God.” An impressive flow, but spoke almost gibberish.

Saying Eminem sucks won’t win me any friends, and I might be in the minority when I say that, but his “2edgy4u” shtick never struck a chord with me. There are better rappers out there, so why people want to listen to Eminem baffles me, but he’s back with a new album — The Death Of Slim Shady (Coup De Grace). I’ve ignored his music in the last decade, but I figured I’d check this out because this album is supposedly the final appearance of his character Slim Shady. Shady is basically his justification for using slurs and offensive language, but I guess Em wants to grow up, despite being 51-years-old, so does this album succeed in that?

No, not really, because despite this album being called The Death Of Slim Shady, most of this album has Em making a profit off the character he’s claiming to want to move on from. This album is told through some skits where Slim kidnaps Em, and they have a back and forth on a lot of tracks, only for Em to finally kill Slim Shady at the two-thirds mark. The last third is Em being himself finally, but he proves he has nothing to say outside of his edgy Slim Shady persona. It’s also easily in the top three of the worst albums I’ve heard all year, and only a couple of other albums this year have pissed me off to this same level, maybe even more.

This record employs a lot of typical Slim Shady tropes, such as using slurs and offensive language to sound edgy and cool, as well as insulting various groups of people to be relevant. Relevant to who? I can’t say for sure, but probably his immature fanbase of conservative white dudes that think saying slurs is funny, especially insulting trans people. Em is weirdly obsessed with three things on this LP — insulting trans people, mentioning Caitlyn Jenner, and wanting Gen Z to cancel him. It makes for some of the corniest and most awful music you’ll hear all year, especially coming from a grown man, and it makes me cringe and makes me angry.

There are some awful transphobic bars on this record that aren’t even funny, but he insults other people, too, and there’s no rhyme or reason for it. He keeps begging Gen Z to cancel him, too, but they’re not, though, so he sounds really desperate. It’s almost funny, but in a sad way, like he’s begging for relevance. When he isn’t being edgy and corny, he’s got songs that are titled, and I kid you not, “Lucifer,” “Antichrist,” and “Evil,” where he talks about how he’s evil, the antichrist, and the devil, and all that corny ass stuff. Maybe a few clever bars show up here and there, but it’s bad.

When he has to be himself, he talks about his daughter, making two songs about her on this album for some reason, and they’re as bland as you can get. Eminem is just trying to make a 90s / 00s Em album in 2024, despite not being young and relevant anymore. Sure, the album has some solid production, and some of the guests are good, but Eminem’s just being Eminem, and it feels dated and cringy now. Who is this for? The transphobic and offensive bars are corny, lame, and unfunny, and everything else is nothing new, so why bother?

For being called The Death Of Slim Shady, he really milked that character for most the album’s hour-long runtime. This album sucks, plain and simple. It’s one of the worst albums of the year, and it’s a shame, because he can do better. He’s got technical skill, but instead of actually honing his craft, he sounds like a 12-year-old who learned a new cuss word, and won’t shut up about it. I’m not even “triggered,” either, because most people who love Em think that anyone who doesn’t like him can’t handle his offensive bars, when it’s really that he sucks, and his shtick is for edgy teenagers, or Millennials that have their rose-colored glasses on.

[kitzatara]

I know fans using the term Logomancy to refer to her backward magic, but I felt like there's more meaning to the title itself. The suffix "-mancy" actually refers to divination and prophecy. Therefore, any word ending in "-mancy" describes a form of divination, such as cartomamcy, which uses cards or tasseomancy, which uses tea leaves. So, Logomancy here basically means divination using words.

Just some thoughts about this! Also, I felt like only speaking backward to do magic is quite limiting to the term. Consider my interpretation, Logomancy could do much more like for example, with word play and riddles and stuff, IMO.

Okay so I have lots have thoughts about all this. I have a farfetched explanation for the logomancy, i don’t think backwards speaking is limiting, and she has cast spells lots of different ways in the past, so let’s get into it!

So with the mancy thing, I think it’s really funny/interesting how any type of mancer has come to mean that’s the type of powers they have as opposed to meaning divination. Like across all modern fantasy media everyone knows necromancers as people who raise the dead and have death magic powers. I do kinda wish it would go back but, not

With Zatanna i like that it’s called Logomancy because it’s a pretty unique type. Not many other characters are referred to a logomancer. It sounds cool, it’s camp lol. But you can kinda make it fit as “divination” because everything she says backwards comes true. So you can almost classify her spells as predictions that just immediately come true. It is a stretch but it’s technically true. She also does have the power to see the future and can do tarot so she can canonically divine with her magic, which helps it be defined as a divinatory power lol.

And she has cast spells with rhymes, through song, palindromes, runes, she’s done a whole lot.

Moving on to logomancy being limiting, and sorry this will get a bit ranty but I disagree. There’s this weird discourse around Zatanna speaking backwards to do magic and this idea that because she speaks it’s not practical, or that it means other magic users have an advantage of some kind. Which just isn’t true, and even if it were I think people forget that supeheroes are inherently impractical. They’re all a little silly, a little campy, it’s entertainment and we don’t need to logic our way around speaking backwards to cast spells.

And I’ve noticed characters with vocal powers in particular catch a lot of flack, “they need to use their voice/mouth” as if super strength doesn’t require muscle, or speedsters don’t need legs, or green lanterns don’t need appendages, or that psychics need brains, etc. All of them need something to use their powers, yet Zatanna and vocal heroes get treated like it’s a weakness which goes back to her powers being constantly disrespected.

Yes, Zatanna can do magic without speaking, but I don’t think that should be the norm,and I don’t want her doing nonverbal magic more than her backwards spells. She shouldn’t have to do nonverbal magic in order for her to be taken seriously or not be treated as a threat and powerful. And I feel that these discussions about having to prove she can do magic without talking shouldn’t really be a discussion. Logomancy is as old as Superman, it’s a tradition as old as DC’s premier Superhero and I’m tired of pretending that she’s somehow limited by using it.

Writers constantly gag her to depower her and if we want to talk practically it’s actually so difficult to prevent someone from speaking. And even if it weren’t, Zatanna is one of the top escape artists in DC continuity. Her Batman and Mr Miracle are the trinity of escapology, and we’re saying rope and duct tape can hinder her? And if it really were her weakness she could very easily take precautions to prevent that from happening. And then all of that is moot because she really can do magic without speaking and does it all the time.

It’s just frustrating because there’s so much to unpack with the discussion and so much history to disprove it. That’s the end of the rant part lol

Sknaht rof eht ksa!

[gimmequeerbooks]

Carry On by Rainbow Rowell (review/rec)

Genre: Fantasy

My rating: 9/10

I feel like Tumblr is well aware of these books already, but I figured it was a solid start as any.

Carry On and its subsequent books was such a pleasant surprise! Years ago, I had read Fangirl, another book by Rowell. And I loved it! I also recommend that one, but there are no LGBTQ+ characters or themes from what I remember. In it, the main character, Cath, was writing a fanfic from her favorite book series from childhood, Simon Snow. Simon Snow evidently involved a teenage boy named Simon whom attended wizarding school. Oddly, some sort of event or disaster would happen at this school every year, with Simon and his friends (but mostly Simon), being at the center of it. Simon would appear to be some sort of “chosen one”. Sound familiar?

Carry On, is the fanfic that Cath was working on. From Fangirl, we already knew that it followed Simon through his last year at wizarding school and that Cath possibly made the best enemies to lovers story known to the world of fanfiction. I actually avoided reading Carry On for a long time because I usually really hate Harry Potter fics. Not to mention that I thought it was going to be a lot like other spin-off books that end up just being boring. Eventually, out of desperation to find more queer stories, I caved, and I found out that my assumptions were absolutely wrong. It turns out that Cath really did write an excellent enemies to lovers story!

The characters are extremely relatable, and over the series we get to see how these characters develop from teenagers to young adults. I love that we also get to see how they react emotionally to the things that have happened to them as well. Unlike a lot of Chosen-One stories where the main trio can just take on challenge after challenge and make it out seemingly unfazed, it feels like Carry On pulls back the curtain on what these sorts of characters would actually be dealing with after facing huge, life-altering events. I’d like to say more here, but I’m afraid that I will spoil them!

The world of Simon Snow is also pretty hilarious. Every once in a while, Rowell will seemingly poke fun at Harry Potter’s plot holes or stupid rules. These books had me laughing when it didn’t have me in Deep Introspection Mode. What with its tongue-twisters of spells taken from nursery rhymes and the main villain being named “The Insidious Humdrum”. That being said, while Carry On perhaps has its roots in Harry Potter, it is a complete story in its own right. Instead of being about the up-and-coming Chosen One and the chaos that ensues, Carry On is more-so about how people can and do move on and grow after their world was turned upside-down. Most Chosen-One stories, and really most young adult fiction books, end with high school, and I can't tell you how much I appreciate the Rowell gave Simon and his friends a future beyond just high school. I love how she shows how at every age there are new challenges to face. Life goes on beyond high school!

Of course, I don’t want to forget the reason that these books have made it onto my blog! Where is the gay content!? The main characters, Simon and Baz fall in love, and it’s adorable. Simon doesn’t realize at first that he may be into men, so he has to have a bit of self-discovery there. Meanwhile, Baz thinks he’s pining for a straight boy who could never fall in love with his enemy and rival and hates vampires, like him. It’s like if Malfoy and Harry were to fall in love, except Malfoy actually has some redeeming qualities and proves that he’s quite nice. I feel like this comparison still doesn’t do Simon and Baz justice though. Rowell also shows the awkwardness between first loves and how it may not always be smooth sailing throughout the books. In addition, I have a headcanon that Penelope, another one of the main characters, may be somewhere on the demiromantic and/or demisexual spectrum.

If your in the mood for laughing, some crying (or both at once), discussions about change, and the feeling that you just want to reach into the books to give a hug to people that don’t exist I highly recommend the Simon Snow trilogy.

[unreadpoppy]

song as old as rhyme - chapter 8

{Beauty and the Beast AU - Raphael x OC (Elize)}

chapter 7

Read on AO3

Taglist: @littlemoondarling @desenhosdebolso

A/N: If anyone wants to be tagged whenever I update, let me know. Also reminder I haven't played the game yet and I rely on youtube playthroughs so don't expect many descriptions about the house.

It had been a week since the contract had been signed. Elize had been given one task: keep the House of Hope clean, which was proving itself to be maddening.

The House was quite large and she had a feeling that everyday the place grew more, just to spite her. Not only that, even if she spent hours upon hours organizing a room or cleaning a particular spot on the floor, the following day, everything would go back to its state of chaos. 

Aside from that, there was the food. Elize didn’t know where it came from or where it was stored but it did not matter. Every time the food smelled bad. When she looked closer, she could see insects near and on it. She would immediately throw it away and somehow, it would be back the next day. The little good food she found, she would quickly eat it. 

But the worst of all was the moaning. 

It didn’t take Elize long to discover the numerous debtors that graced the halls of the House of Hope. They would walk around the place, some mumbling, others screaming, and half the time Elize didn’t understand what they were talking about. 

What mattered, to her, was that the noise they made was unending. Even when she tried to sleep, Elize could still hear some person rambling. It was bad enough that she slept on the floor, considering she wasn’t shown a room to sleep in, and the noise didn’t make things better. 

‘If I have to deal with one more night of this,’ Elize though, as she failed to sleep once again due to the noise ‘I’ll kill Raphael next time I see him.’ 

Speaking of the master, Elize realized how little of him she had seen since that day. She rarely saw him walking around, and when she did see him, Elize would avert her gaze, wishing she could make herself invisible. She had heard how he treated some of his prisoners and thought it was best to stay out of his way. 

Elize closed her eyes once again, this time, trying to focus on anything but the present. She remembered other times, when she was young and her family was whole. She thought of one time, she must have been around 8 or 9 years old, when she woke up earlier than usual, due to a nightmare. 

The sun had yet to rise and Elize had gone to her parents bedroom, crying. She crawled on their bed and told them what happened. Her mother took her hand, reassuring Audifax that she would handle it, and walked out of the house with Elize. They went to the hill and laid on the ground. Mother and daughter watched the stars, and the dark blue sky turn to orange as the sun appeared on the horizon. 

“I’m scared, Mom” Elize said. 

“Of what?” She asked. 

“I’m scared that one day I’ll wake up and you and father won’t be there.” Elize replied, voice shaking slightly. 

“Oh, Elize.” Her mother turned to look at her. “Your father and I are not going anywhere. As long as you live, we’ll live too. In here”. She pointed towards Elize’s heart. She then hugged the girl and kissed the top of her head. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Mom.” They smiled at each other. Her mother got up and held out her hand, and they walked back towards home. 

Elize would have stayed in that dream forever if it wasn’t for someone using their foot to move her. 

Still with her eyes closed, she said. “Whoever you are, stop it, I’m trying to sleep.” 

“Sleeping on the job, are we?” Elize immediately recognized that voice as Raphael, which made her jolt awake and stand up, already starting with the apologies. 

“Oh, do not fret little one, I am not Raphael.” They said. Elize looked up and although the person talking looked like a replica of the master, she noticed this one seemed not to have his wrinkles or the stubble. Noticing her confusion, they said. “I am Haarlep, Raphael’s personal incubus, glamored and transfigured to look just like him.”

“Oh.” There was an awkward pause. “I’m Elize” she replied. Elize looked him up and down, noticing the incubus had very little covering, besides a leather harness with strange runes. She blushed, as she had never seen anyone else showing that much skin before. 

Haarlep noticed it and chuckled. “Like what you see?” They smirked. 

“Oh gods, no, I just, I-” She sighed. “Sorry for looking.” 

“Don’t be, I like it.” He waved a hand. “But never mind that. Tell me, has our great master taken the time to show you around?” 

Elize looked down briefly. “No. I’ve just been…figuring things out as I go.”

Haarlep shook their head dramatically. “Tut, tut, tut, that just won’t do.” They walked a bit ahead of Elize, and then offered their arm. “Come, I will show you the place.” 

Her eyes widened. She was afraid that she would get in trouble. “Oh no, you don’t need to do that, really, I’ll be fine.” 

He walked to where she was and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, practically side hugging her. “My dear, do not fret.” They said. “Raphael won’t be here for a long time.” Elize relaxed a bit and the both of them began to walk, the incubus leading the way. “Besides, you are new here and I wish to know everything about you.” 

[vibratingskull]

"First of all I love you and you know it 🩵💙

I'd ask for a female! reader x Thrawn in which reader has Mata Hari vibes and she challenges him in some way, possibly sexually 👀 👀 maybe she's a spy and it's not afraid of her sensuality, he figures it out but also sexual tension between them✨✨" - @bluechiss

Here you go!

Thrawnxf!reader

You strike a pose. 

And wait for the curtain to open.

The first notes resonate and you start swinging your hips. Your 5 transparents veils clothing you start floating around you, the lights go on revealing you to the eyes of the public, but you know he sees you first in the shadows. You noticed him too, he’s not really discreet with his burning red eyes in the dark. You pick up the pace with the music, letting your first veil slide across your skin and let it on the ground, you dance to the rhymes of the drums, an entrancing rhythm and hypnotizing melody with the small bells around your wrists and ankles.

It is an exposition of your planet's arts and culture and you’ve been tasked to execute a traditional dance, or rather the rebellion placed you here to pique the interest of a certain someone, if you're convincing enough you’ll gain access to his suite at the hotel, you hope. You execute a split and rock your head in a wild manner, waving your imposing mane for all to see, for him to see. You spin on your butt with straight legs, repositioning yourself, rising up with a flexible bridge, it helps you get rid of your second veil. You don’t know a lot about your target, but he’s an imperial and imperials work with pride. If you titillate it enough you should get a reaction out of him. Think of all the data cards he must hide in his suite. You spin on yourself, caressing your bosoms and your waist and thighs, you locate him again and lock eyes. Like a dare, like a provocation. You veils fly around you like wings, you pass your hands through your hair, playing with your braids, slowly detaching the third veil and throwing it to the enthusiastic public. Whistles can be heard from the crowd, but right now only one person is worth your attention. Your naked body can be guessed under the remaining veils, it is not exactly a shy and modest dance. But a sexually charged one dedicated to the local fertility deity, a treat for the more uptight imperials and you hope a direct provocation to his masculinity. Just enough for him to want to prove you wrong and guide you to his suite. That is all that matters. You slide on your knees, grabbing your breast and claw your skin, you extend your hand in his direction and directly designate him with your finger and move your waist in a provocative manner, you hear laughter arise from the crowd, visibly amused. You hand snake its way to your back and pull on the fourth veil to remove it in a sensual manner. 

You get on all four and crawl towards him, slowly discovering him. He’s handsome you realize, the picture you saw of him didn’t do him any justice. With his red glowing gaze, his dark blue hair and pronounced cheekbone, he’s so striking you almost frozed. You chide yourself internally, and resume your delicate and tantalizing dance. One stride after the other you make your way to him with some cartwheels and handspring you arrive at his level and get out of the stage in a swift rotation. You slide on his seat and his lap with a charming smile, without breaking eye contact. His eyebrow raises, like if he is mildly amused. His hands remain politely on the arm of his luxury seat but he’s devouring you with his eyes, sipping on his drink. You wave your whole body on his lap like he was gently making love to you, with moans only for him to hear with this music. No smile comes touching his lips, you only see his interest through his sparkly eyes. You seize his hands to caress yourself. His skin is so hot. You guide his hands on your thighs, on your waist and tummy, slowly raising them to your breast and your collar bone where the last veil is hung to your heavy necklace. He delicately pulls on it, baring you naked for all to see, only adorned in your jewelry and pearls. His hand travels to your chin to hold it. You mewl, giving your all for the last part of the show. He goes for taking another sip, but you take the glass from him with a wink and drink it all. You grasp his face and put your mouth on his, permitting him to drink at the fountain of your lips. You hope the woman governor next to him is not his date, because you would have severely spoiled the mood between them. He responds to the kiss after a second of immobility, his warm hand comes to rest on your lower back and the other slides into your mane to hold the back of your head. 

The crowd has more mixed feelings about that last stunt, you hear whistles and boos alike. 

Jealous. 

But what matters is his reaction. You slowly pull away and his lips follow, parting reludanctly. You smile at him and lick the tip of his nose. You get out of his lap and throw him a kiss as you return backstage under applause. He ports your veil to his nose and breathes your perfume on it. 

By measures of precaution you mixed your perfume with pheromones for a more… Feisty response.

You run backstage to put on a more decent attire and another dose of pheromone perfume. You reappear for the cocktail when everyone is drinking and talking. You walk with confidence in the middle of the crowd, perched on your high heels, you search for your prey. 

He found you first. 

"A remarkable performance, miss."

You turn with a false smile on your face.

“I’m glad you liked it, mister. We are really proud of our culture around here.”

“I saw that. I think this belongs to you.”

He hands you the veil.

You shake your head.

“Please, keep it. As a memory.”

“A memory of you?” He raises an eyebrow again.

“Yes. But if it doesn’t suit you I could offer you… another memory.” Your voice gets low and secretive, as you slowly approach him.

“And what could you offer me?” He entertains, sipping his glass.

“The real deal. The complete package. The occasion to taste what you got a glimps of.” You coo, grazing his hand with yours. “We have the reputation to be insatiable lovers and you’re a handsome man. I want to taste what a Grand Admiral have to offer.”

He frowns.

“That would be improper.”

Pike the pride.

You sigh and take one step back.

“Alright. I thought you would be up for a challenge and show me what your species got, but you’re obviously scared.”

He almost appears amused.

“What?”

“I must say I’m disappointed Sir. I heard of you a lot and was looking forward to meeting you. I heard you had no mercy and were undefeated and was hoping it would shine in your every behavior.” You shake your head. “But I see that you are like the majority of the men of this empire : miserable and…insufficient.” 

You go to move away but a warm hand seizes your arm. You put on a shocked expression as you turn back to him.

“I cannot let you speak this way of the Empire.”

Touché.

“If you want to prove me wrong…” You press yourself against him. He’s really tall, you realize now that he isn’t seated. “I’m all for it.”

You’re not even lying, you’re genuinely curious of how it would be with him. Is he near-human down there too? Or is he more alien? Your imagination flourish at this idea.

He takes your chin between two fingers and kisses the corner of your lips, sliding discreetly a card in your hand.

“Meet me at my suite.”

And like that, he parts with you and goes to talk to another servant of that damn Empire.

And that’s how you get what you want around here.

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You're walking with long strides in the corridor of the hotel, mind focused on all the data cards the handsome bastard must have. You smile to yourself, another victory for the rebellion. With that you should be able to counter their next big attacks and securize the important sectors. You’re proud of yourself.

Now you just have to get to the suite before him, or fuck him to exhaustion and take advantage of him sleeping. The first option is preferable and the second is spicier. You don’t mind fucking him, he’s beautiful and looks well endowed…

You lick your lips as you come by the door of the suite. You don’t knock and enter directly, closing the door rapidly behind you.

A hand seizes your shoulder and tosses you with force on a bed. You just have the time to yelp in surprise. Crap. Did he have the time to come here first?

As you try to rise up you’re being pushed back against the mattress.

“Look what I found...” His melodious voice resonates in your ears. The Grand Admiral Thrawn is looming over you, between your legs, his hands on either side of your head.“... A rebel.” 

“What? You must be wrong, Grand Admiral I-” You start to lie but he cuts you off.

“Quit the bluff. You may have fooled the rest of the assistance but you will not fool me.” He snarls with an icy cold tone.

You’re in a predicament. You’re not a fighter and you see he could very well break your bones with his bare hands. Your cornered

You mind work at full speed, trying to find an escape, not noticing his gaze traveling from your mouth to your breast and the rest of your curves.

“So what? You’re gonna imprison a naked dancer, Grand Admiral? What a great victory for your empire.” You mock. You go with the insolent route. You’re as good as death, may as well be a bitch about it.

“No…” he murmurs almost to himself. One of his hands comes caressing your collar bone and slides towards your breast. “I am intrigued by your former proposition. My fields of predilection are the commandos and the TIEs but I am curious to fight you on your own ground.”

“You want the victory and the cake? Sorry mister, I reserve my delicacies to worthy warriors.” You slyly retort.

“You have such a low opinion of me. This is what I propose: We will spend the night together and depending on your performance I will let you go with what you came searching for.”

Your eyes are wide open. 

Is he… Is he serious?

In one hand this sound completely stupid, in the other you’re pretty confident in this domain, it might be your only chance to get those cards now.

You snort.

“I won’t need the whole night with you. One hour and you will be begging for me.”

He chuckles and starts opening his collar.

“I like confident opponents. May you be true to your reputation, because Chiss are merciless and physically capable creatures.”

“I’m not afraid.”

“Not yet, dear. Not yet…”

You gulp.

This night promises to be long.

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001 . polaroid love

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You rummaged through the back of your closet messily, cursing yourself for only owning a single scarf. It was so cold outside that you couldn't really leave the building without one, unless you were expecting to become a penguin like Sunghoon.

An extra factor contributing to your annoyance- you were due to be at the studio in 15 minutes, and it was a 10 minute drive. Belift finally agrees to let you and your childhood best friend, Jungwon, release a mini album together, after relentless begging from both sides for years, and you're probably going to be late to the concept meeting and fitting. Murphy and his first law seemed to enjoy tormenting you over anyone else, apparently.

You lifted up the thousandth random unused shirt, suddenly revealing some scattered polaroids. You picked a few up and flipped them over, smiling as you recalled the memories associated with each one...

"Yn!! You finally made it! You should've booked an earlier flight, I missed you so muchh!" Jungwon yelled in excitement, running over to you and wrapping you in a hug the moment he saw you.

"Won... it's a public airport, and you realize you're currently participating in a survival show watched by millions of people, right?" You glanced around nervously, trying to hide his face with your own by standing on the tips of your toes. It was a miracle Belift even let him secretly leave I-LAND for a few hours to meet you at the airport. If word got out, you had a feeling someone whose name rhymed with -ang Jungwon was getting kicked off the show for controversial PR.

"Fine, fine. How soon did they say you could make your debut? They promised within the next month, right? You don't even need training because you only transferred agencies, they won't have any reason to delay it..." He thought out loud, taking your suitcase from your hands.

"Hey, I thought we established I was an independent woman! But um I can prove it in other ways-" You quickly fixed your statement as Jungwon made the motion of handing your suitcase back to you. He grinned, as this same scene happened every time he helped you carry your stuff.

"Sure, I'll believe that when you debut. Come on, let's move everything into your new dorm before the press finds us," He smiled, making your heart flutter unexpectedly...

. . .

"Won, you strike matchsticks to light them..." You stared at him, dumbfounded by his amazing inability to understand the use of incredibly simple objects. In honor of both of your debuts, you two had purchased a cake to celebrate.

"Then why did they give us a lighter?" He huffed, his tongue poking out of his mouth as he sat on the floor, trying to work the lighter. He yelped when one of his feeble attempts succeeded, making a tiny flame burst out of the lighter.

"Because SOMEONE was browsing them in the store without wearing a mask when I bought the cake? And also just maybe because that SOMEONE then proceeded to hug me from behind like a beautified koala when I was swiping my card? I-LAND, or actually Enhypen now, fans are so fast, the last episode literally aired yesterday-" You complained, moving to sit cross-legged in his lap as his efforts continued.

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Dating rumors?"

"Yeah."

"We're so screwed."

"Yeah."

. . .

A fluffy white ball shot jumped at you the moment you opened the door to Jungwon's dorm. Fortunately, you were able to close the door quickly without the added heart attack. Actually, maybe the heart attack did happen.

"Maeumi!" Jungwon called, grinning widely with the slightest hint of apology in his eyes. "In case you haven't noticed, I adopted Maeum, so now you can't leverage being busy with Taeyang over me."

"Hey, yangi requires an impossible amount of loving maintenance." You stuck your tongue out at him as you patted Maeumi, thinking of your beloved and probably very spoiled golden retriever.

"Yet you don't give his nick-namesake half the attention," He pouted, sitting down on the floor across from you to play with Maeumi with you.

"Who said I named my baby after you?" You giggled, leaning forwards to lightly bump your forehead against Jungwon's, making him smile.

"Did you not?" He laughed, changing positions to lay his head in your lap, holding Maeum. You both looked away at the contact, missing the pink that lightly dusted over each other's cheeks for a split second.

A few years ago, these types of sudden gestures would have only served to make you two laugh, and also possibly to confuse others on whether they should have thought you guys were a couple. However, the act made both of you more flustered than you would've thought now.

"Are you blushing?"

"Umm no? You should uh turn down the air conditioning."

"Yeah yeah umm good idea"

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