#BETTER PUT THOSE CELLS IN THE RIGHT ORDER. EVERY TIME.

[istherewifiinhell]

[ID: 84 transformers gif. A group of autobots is being held in someone's green hands, they are toy sized to this individual. They are walking from the hands into some sort of metal structure. A creature, in looks and scale, cat like to for the large green person appears and licks one of the bots, Bumblebee. Due to animation and specially compositing errors the events are nonsensically layered. The autobots phase thru the metal wall of the structure, no opening to speak of. The cat creature is on the top most layer, despite being the farthest from the camera, over taking the metal structure and the green hands. Which themselves, move to close a door on the structure which was not there previously. END ID]

“steven universe is off model :( she-ra is cal-arts wah wah” back in MY DAY the transformers animators snorted COKE in the STUDIO and WE WERE GRATEFUL

[queen-of-the-avengers]

Not Allowed

Pairing: Cop!Bucky Barnes x Receptionist!Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Warnings: bad date angst, jealous bucky

Summary: You and Bucky always flirt with each other while at work but it never goes anywhere like you'd hope. You accept a date with another man, causing Bucky to be jealous. He's a cop who is jealous. Nothing will go wrong, right?

Squares Filled: kink: pet names (2021) for @buckybarnesbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

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You walk through the double doors with a smile on your face because today is another day. You’re alive and that’s the best kind of day. You work for the local police department as their receptionist. You’re the first thing people see when they come in so you have to be on your best behavior.

You set your things down on your desk and quickly get settled in. Besides the Captain, you’re the first one in the building. Every officer that comes in, you greet them with a smile as you log into your computer.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Officer Wilson says when he comes in. He always calls you that since he's often told you how he thinks of you like a little sister. “How was your weekend?”

“Too short,” you chuckle. “Did Sarah get into that college?”

“Yeah, she got the acceptance letter yesterday.”

“Oh, I’m so happy for her!” you grin.

“Yeah, I’ll tell her to give you a call.”

Sam taps your desk twice and leaves to go to his own. A few more officers come in until the one you’ve been waiting for walks in confidently. Your heart starts to race because you have a huge crush on him. He kind of knows it but doesn't outright call you out on it.

“There she is,” Bucky smiles and leans on your desk.

“Officer Barnes, it’s good to see you.”

“Doll, you know you can call me Bucky.”

He knows exactly what those pet names do to you. After a night of drinking together, you let it slip that your kink is pet names, and doll happened to be your favorite. Like him, you won’t call him out on it.

“I know. How was your weekend?”

“Better if you were there with me,” he flirts.

“Oh, Bucky,” you chuckle nervously. “You don’t mean that.”

“Yeah, I do. I was wishing, ‘Man, don’t I wish Y/N was here with me? I guess I have to drink alone’.”

“You know what alcohol does to me.”

“Yeah, I do,” he smirks. “You look cute today. That dress compliments you.”

“A compliment. I might swoon,” you joke even though your cheeks are hot.

“As long as it’s in my arms, I don’t care.”

“Don’t you have a job to get to, Officer Barnes?”

“Yeah, but I’d rather stay here and talk to you.”

“You might get fired.”

“It’s worth it,” he winks. “Here’s your coffee.”

He sets your favorite coffee order next to your keyboard and walks away. That’s the extent of your relationship with Bucky. You two flirt constantly but nothing ever comes of it. It’s comfortable. Why leave something when you’re comfortable being there? Do you wish you were something more? Of course. Do you think he’s going to man up and take it to that next level? Not unless something threatening happened like him realizing if he doesn’t do it soon, he’d lose you.

Some of what your work includes is printing off documents for the other officers, inputting things into evidence before they get shipped off there, and sorting through the files regarding the people they have locked up in the holding cells or interrogation rooms. You already have a list of things to print out and file, but you look for Bucky’s name first.

After printing off what he needs, you get up and personally hand this to him. There is a mailbox for the officers that you’re supposed to put in, but you like visiting his desk. He has a picture of you and him printed out and placed next to his computer that you look at every time you visit.

“Here are the papers you asked for,” you smile.

“Thanks, doll,” he grins and grabs them from you, intentionally brushing his fingers against yours.

You go back to your desk to finish your work, and you come across two people who need stuff put into evidence. One of them sent it over a couple of hours ago, and the other one is from Bucky. You immediately click on his name to get what he needs first before looking at the other one.

“Now that is bullshit,” you hear from behind you.

You jump and turn to see Sam standing there with a half-smile on his face.

“What are you doing? You scared me!”

“I sent you evidence hours ago and Bucky sent you it just now, and he’s the one you pick first?”

“I--”

You don’t have any words for that.

“When are you two gonna fuck?”

“Sam Wilson!” you gasp.

“What? It’s a valid question. I should ask him that.”

“Don’t you dare!”

“I’m rooting for you two no matter how painful the slow burn is,” he chuckles and walks away.

It takes half an hour to get the idea of you and Bucky fucking for you to do your job right. Once you’re in the groove of things, the door opens and an attractive man walks in.

“Can I help you?” you ask with a smile.

“Yeah, I’m here for my brother. He’s in lock up.”

“Okay, what’s his name and date of birth?”

“James Farley. 04/05/1986.”

“Your name?”

“Brandon Farley.”

“Okay, I see your brother here. It looks like--”

“I’m sorry, but I have to tell you how beautiful you are.”

“Oh, thank you,” you blush.

“Are you seeing anyone?”

“No, but--”

“Great. Can I take you out?”

“You can see how this is inappropriate, right?”

“Yeah, but you like it,” he grins. “So, can I take you out?”

There’s a certain charm about him that you find endearing maybe because he reminds you of Bucky. Being put on the spot like that is enough to make you freeze up, so you say the one thing that won’t cause conflict.

“Yes.”

“Here’s my number.”

He grabs your hand and writes his number on it so that it won’t come off with one scrub.

“I have sticky notes!”

“This is better. Now you won’t lose it.”

“Go take a seat. Someone will be with you shortly to bring you to your brother.”

“Thanks,” he winks and walks to the waiting room.

You’re about to get up and wash off the number when you notice Bucky standing in the doorway that leads into the precinct.

“Did I hear that right?”

“What?”

“You have a date?”

“Yeah, he asked me out,” you stutter. Bucky looks pissed as if you just told him you killed someone. “Why do you look angry?”

“Nothing. No reason.”

Bucky walks off angrily leaving you confused. He avoids you like the plague for the rest of the day. He isn’t at his desk when you drop off paperwork, and he’s not there to walk you to your car when you get off. He’s supposed to get off an hour before you do, but he stays after not on the clock to make sure you get to your car safely.

This time, he didn’t.

The next day, Bucky is already at work when you arrive. There is no coffee on your desk, either, and you’re feeling guilty for accepting a date with someone else. Is that why he’s acting this way? Sam walks in drinking an energy drink when you stop him.

“Hey, what’s going on with Bucky?”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“No, what did I do?”

“You accepted a date from someone else.”

You knew it. Why is he bigging out?

“So?”

“Have you not been here for the past two years? You two flirt like crazy.”

“No, he’s just being friendly.”

“You won’t get it until you do,” Sam shakes his head and walks off.

The date with Brandon comes sooner than you hoped. He picks you up in a fancy car and takes you to a fancy restaurant that you could never afford. He smooth-talks the hostess to get him a table by the window so he can have a view while he eats. The waitress brings by a drinks menu but he already orders what you two are going to drink.

“Trust me, you’re going to love this,” he winks at you.

“Okay,” you say and fiddle with your fingers underneath the table. “You know what I do for work. What do you do for work?”

You shouldn’t have asked him that.

“I work in the telecommunications sector. You know that big building in the city? That’s mine. It’s funny. I got all my parents’ money when they died and instead of using that money for myself, I decided to invest in a small company that turned out to give me millions.” You open your mouth to speak but he continues talking. “Can you imagine that? This small company that wasn’t going to go anywhere if it weren't for me. I’m like their hero. They eventually sold their part to me, and I’ve been thriving ever since.”

Once he got to talking about his job, he hasn’t shut up about it since. He’s very arrogant and rude but that doesn’t seem to stop him. As soon as the drinks come, you greedily take yours and down it without caring what it is.

“Whoa, doll, calm down. I don’t need to haul you to the car at the end of the night. You should pace yourself.”

No one can call me that but Bucky. Oh, Bucky. You shouldn’t have said yes to this man. He only asked you out to hear himself talk. You want this date to end so you pretend to be interested in what he has to say. Even when the date is over and he’s driving you home, he won’t shut up. His voice mixed with alcohol is starting to make your head throb.

About halfway to your house, you see red and blue lights behind you.

This better not be him, you think to yourself. Brandon pulls the car over obediently and waits for the officer to approach him. You look through the mirror to see the outline of the officer and recognize it immediately. He better not. I swear to God… Instead of walking to the driver’s side door, Bucky walks over to your door and leans down so only you can see him.

“Step out of the vehicle, please.”

“No.”

Bucky takes a deep breath to calm himself down. He leans in so close that you can smell his delicious cologne. That makes your head spin.

“I’ll repeat myself. Step out of the car.”

“Or what? You’re gonna drag me out?”

“Don’t tempt me, doll,” he says so only you can hear it.

“Is there a problem, Officer?” Brandon asks.

“Yes. You have a busted taillight.”

“Fuck! You’ve got to be joking, sir.”

“No, sir, I’m not.”

“Shit. Officer, I can promise you I keep this car in the utmost pristine condition.”

“Not today, buddy. That’s a ticket.”

Bucky takes out his pad and writes Brandon a hefty ticket for a broken taillight you’re not sure is even broken.

“Fuck!” Brandon turns to you without guilt on his face. “Look, do you mind if I drop you off right here? Your house is only down the road. You can get there from here, right?”

Your mouth drops open in shock.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take her home,” Bucky offers.

“Thank you. I’ll call you.”

You don’t say anything as you get out of the car. Bucky walks you to the passenger side of his cruiser. You look at the taillights of Brandon’s car and notice they’re both working properly.

“What the fuck, Bucky?” you yell when he gets in the driver’s seat. “His taillights are broken! You can’t just do that. That’s illegal!”

“He’ll fight against it, and I’ll drop the charges,” he shrugs.

“You’re un-fucking-believable. We were actually having a good time,” you lie.

“No, you weren't,” he laughs.

“How do you know that?”

“It’s written all over your face. Your eyes don’t have the usual light.” Bucky pulls onto the road and heads in the direction of your house. “I don’t know why you would accept the date in the first place.”

“Because at least he had the fucking balls to ask me.”

That puts the entire car ride into a tense silence. He doesn’t say anything for the rest of the ride home. He pulls up to your place but instead of letting you get out first, he gets out and walks over to your side of the car. He opens the door but doesn't let you leave the car. He leans into the car, grabs your chin, and kisses you. You’re shocked but you won’t pull away from him. Both your lips move in harmony against one another, and he slides his tongue into your mouth to show you he means business.

“You’re not allowed to see other men.”

“Why not?” you ask, breathlessly.

“Because you’re mine now and I’m not gonna let you go.” This brings a smile to your face. He lets you get out, and when you pass by him, he taps your ass lightly. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Doll.”

Yes, you will.

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[itsshypen]

ᰨᰍׂP.JS - Jay.❝ OFFICE.❞

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- Pairing :: Dom!CEOJay! x Sub!femreader.

- Synopsis :: You are an employee of the company where Jay is the CEO, you stood out... and that's why with you once again in front of him, he couldn't contain himself.

- Warnings :: Jay is the CEO; Anger issues on Jay's parts; Smut; Dirty talking; pet names (doll, little princess & dear); fingering; Safe Sex (USE PROTECTION GUYS!!); Praising; Jay gives orders to reader; Hair Pulling; Cursing; Jay uses reader as stress reliever (but is also his love interest); Jay not much older than reader!; BigDick!Jay; Let me know if I forgot anything.

A/N NOTE :: It's a One-Shot and I'm happy to post it for the first time 🥺, I hope you like it and enjoy reading! Btw, requests are open.

─ !!MINORS DNI!! ─

Seoul City; HYP COMPANY. ; 08:34 A.M;

─ You had tried your best to leave the house as early as you could, trying not to be late... but as always, you arrived a little late. You greeted everyone who crossed your path, embarrassed about being late yet again, but you soon got over the embarrassment and finally arrived at your desk, which already had a large amount and variety of papers piled up on it, meaning that someone had already given you a job that wasn't even for you.

── "They can't even leave a note anymore..." You snort and leave your bag hanging on your comfortable chair.

Luckily for you, your boss and CEO wasn't so strict with you, which you didn't understand why since you joined that company almost two years ago; you had made so many mistakes at work, he seemed to turn a blind eye to these details and always gave you a second chance and new ways to solve that task that had been done wrong... leaving you embarrassed and confused every time. You just put on your headphones, shook those thoughts away and put your best songs on Spotify, starting that work, the result of the scam of lazy people, who you knew very well who they were. You kept thinking about your relationship with your boss, whose name was Park Jongseong, or Jay, as people called him; every day you tried to understand your relationship with him, whether in the middle of the morning or late at night lying in bed, it took away all your peace trying to understand your boss.

It may be the fruit of your fertile imagination, but unlike the other employees, he seemed to have a better temperament with you. Sure, he lost his temper a few times, but he was never rude or heartless. And if you go into detail, his gaze were too intense for your liking... but in your head, the reason was because he considered you the best employee in the company. You even won 3 certificates of excellence in delivering work, so... that must be why, right? You decided to stop thinking about it. You knew it would go too far, new paranoia would come and things you didn't want to feel would arise; after all, you started playing your favorite song on your headphones and got distracted by that, as well as by the paperwork there.

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JAY'S POV.

He was in his office, on the phone with one of the company's employees, already stressed and his voice was loud.

── "What do you mean you didn't hold him back?!" - Jay said frustratedly and even put two fingers between his furrowed eyebrows.

With each word from the person on the other end of the phone, he huffed more and more, until he finally hung up after muttering "fix this."; Sighing and massaging his temples, he took a deep breath and went back to checking his cell phone, no message.

── "Mrs. Jin, call employee Dohyun to present me with those papers I gave him yesterday" - Jay said flipping through his notebook, when he saw his secretary pass through the room.

── "Uhm.. Mr. Park, this employee isn't even in the company right now.." - She said fearfully, knowing that Jay wasn't in a good mood at the moment, and even shrugged her shoulders a little as she spoke to him.

Jay slowly looked at her, a look of disbelief, and closed the notebook with just one hand.

── "Fire him. Now." - He said simply.

Miss Jin nodded and was preparing to leave the office to go to her own work room, on his computer, to tell the boy, but Jay spoke again.

── "Who's taking care of the papers then? Or did absolutely no one competent did them?" - He said, placing his fingers on his chin, waiting for the answer.

The secretary then took a look at her tablet, seeing that Y/N marked as the person responsible for the papers and sighed, relieved.

── "Y/N, she put it in the system that she's doing those papers" She said in her calm voice and hugged the tablet.

Jay gave a little smile, seeing the altruism you had, it wasn't even your job and yet, you had done it.

── "Call her here, please." He said without taking the smile off his face, and fiddled with one of his pens.

The secretary nodded and finally left the room, closing the door. She went to her office, and used the phone to call you.

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There you were, walking down the hallway to your boss's office, wondering what he wanted and the papers in your arms, but you maintained your posture and when you reached the door, you took a breath in and out through your nose and tapped on the door, quickly hearing a "come in".

Every time you went into that room, something made you nervous and had incessant thoughts, maybe it was his great and intense presence..? You could not deny his appearance in any way.. His black hair, always well combed; His muscular physique, which with the suit, was even more visible and accentuated; His sharp jaw and gaze, as if they could cut the air.. everything about him caught you in an inexplicable way.

You decided to shake your head and stop thinking about such nonsense, as you walked to the desk of the owner of your thoughts, who gave you a little smile and straightened up in his large upholstered chair.

── "Y/n.. the excellent employee for three times in a row.." - He said with a little laugh and clasping his hands together

── "It's me.." - You laughed awkwardly and stopped in front of him.

── "So.. you took care of financial papers that weren't even for you?" - He said, with a clear tone of pride.

── "Yes, I arrived earlier with this pile on my desk." - You give a small sigh and carefully place it on his desk, and straighten up again.

Jay picked up some papers, carefully analyzing them and giving a small smile, sighing happily and putting the papers back in place, looking at you with slightly shiny eyes and from top to bottom.

── "Great job.. that's how it should be." - He relaxed in his chair and kept his little smile on. ── "Are you okay? How were you last night?" - He asked with genuine interest.

── "I'm fine, and I slept half the night, it wasn't much" - You say, fidgeting with your bracelet, you were nervous for some reason..

── "That habit of yours.. is going to kill you yet" - He chuckles, looking you up and down again..

── "No way... I'm used to it" - You laughed a little.

Just as Jay was going to say something else, his cell phone rings and he looks at the contact, his expression closing in irritation in the same second and he huffs, answering.

── "You have work to do." - He said in a clearly irritated voice.

You spent minutes watching him extremely stressed, yelling at the person on the phone, and you just stayed quiet. Soon you said goodbye with a bow and left, going to take care of your other services.

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The day passed, it was already late afternoon, when you finished doing your work, and were about to leave, however... you had to deliver an envelope to Jay, so you had to go up to his office floor again.

After going up, your heels made noise on that very quiet floor, with few people; Before going to his office, you stopped by to get a coffee, you suddenly felt like it; You soon went to his office, as soon as you reached the open door, you saw him slap the table and throw his cell phone away, growling in frustration and putting his face in his hands, scaring you briefly, then you entered slowly after closing the door.

── "Mister.. Park?" - You said fearfully, approaching and seeing him lift his face and look at you.

── "Yes..?" - He practically whispered.

── "Before I leave, I came to deliver this envelope from one of the employees near my desk who had to leave early." - You said and gently placed it on his desk.

Jay nodded and put the envelope without even looking inside a drawer and sighed, looking at any corner of the room; You took a deep breath and drank the last sip of your coffee and threw the cup away, sighing.

── "Where's Jin? You look stressed... isn't she here to help you?" - You said, scratching your arm

── "She had things to take care of and left." - He said simply, without moving a muscle.

You nodded and silence fell for long minutes, the freezing air conditioning made you feel a little cold and you saw him lean his back against the chair soon after, finally looking at you.

── "Y/n.. I'm really stressed, but.. can I admit something to you?" - He said, clenching his jaw.

You were uncertain but nodded, moving a little closer to the table.. innocent you.

── "You don't leave my head. You have no idea how incredible you are, and this way of yours... gives me an absurd desire, and it frustrates me so damn much." - He said, getting up slowly and walking around the table until he reached you.

You were speechless, you retreated slightly due to a minimal loss of balance; those words served to give you the minimum amount of heat that was missing in your body, so you took a breath through your mouth.

── "What.. do you mean...?" - You said, looking at him with confused doe eyes.

── "You still ask..? I'll tell you very clearly.." - He said, getting closer.

── "I want to put you on this table and fuck you until you understand how hot it was just to have done work that wasn't yours out of pure independence." - He said very close to your face, making you feel his breath on your lips.

You certainly felt that choice of words and proximity like fuel for the fire that was already lighting inside you, there was no other name. You didn't know what was pulsing more, if it was your heart or your pussy. He had already placed his hand on your jaw and moved closer, that look under you was having an effect that not even you knew it could generate. You were resisting.

Fuck if it was wrong, crazy or weird to give yourself to your own boss, after all, he started it and who were you to deny a hottie like that?

At the very least, you nodded to him, and he calmly but hurriedly glue your lips to his, which made you sigh against his mouth, already holding onto his covered biceps for support. In a short time of kissing, he dominated your mouth with his tongue, exploring every inch and taking away the last of your breath. You broke away from the kiss with a click of your tongues and he took the opportunity to lower his face to your neck, kissing and nibbling there while one of his hands went behind your social shirt on your back and ran his hand up and the other went down to your hip, gluing you guys together.

── "Mister Park.." - Was all you could manage to sigh, at least

── "Jay." - He corrected you between stronger bites on your neck

── "And just be quiet, just say something to moan." - He growled as he already opened your social shirt, still with his mouth on your neck.

You shivered at the order, and didn't feel like contradicting him.

Soon, he leaned against the table, red and already panting, seeing the neckline of his loose shirt; you had been confused by his stop, but with his panting, you realized that a break was necessary, and it was enough for you to see the noticeable erection well marked in those pants that matched his suit. You salivated at that sight and on impulse, you approached him and squatted down, already fiddling with his belt buckle.

── "Looks like someone here know what they're doing, huh? Damn.."

Your cheeks flushed with the discreet compliment and you were already desperate to suck him so you opened it as fast as you could, as well as the zipper and lowered his pants a little, enough to come face to face with his black Calvin Klein boxer briefs.

My god. Was that going to fit in your mouth? Fuck it, you were so greedy for that that you were going to make it fit one way or another. However, you decided to tease him first of all... giving him little kisses and licks over his briefs, not touching him at all and breathing hotly on him; his reactions were satisfactory for you, panting and whispering incoherent words, going straight to your insides.

── "Oh God.. why do you think teasing me is a good idea, dear..?" - He said with a voice choked with lust and that made you want to tease even more, and so you did.

You kept licking him with more vigor and kissing him with desire.. and you added the sucking, which made him give a mini spasm and put his hand in your hair, no longer in the hairstyle it was before.

── "Either you put that dick in your mouth right now, or I'll jump to the main thing." - He said as an order and lightly squeezed your scalp, making you give a tiny moan.

You felt like he could break you in without doing anything else first and you wanted to save at least a little of your motor coordination;

He soon pulled those underwear down, making his already erect member almost hit your face. To your eyes, it was the best dick you had ever seen from all the guys you had ever dated, pink and the head perfectly shaped, thick.. He pulled your face close to that, as a form of command in your vision and soon, you grabbed the base with one hand moving there and started licking, with the intention of stimulating it a little, already hearing him gasp and that gave you goosebumps.

── "Fuck.." - He groaned and threw his head back a little, his hand leaving your hair and being placed on the table to support himself.

You sucked around the length while massaging the base, as if you were preparing him; you did all this while keeping eye contact with him, knowing that he was doing the same. There came a time when you were getting impatient yourself and finally put it in your mouth, doing everything you could to not show that you were choking, but it was in vain, he was too big for your mouth, which was of medium size for that.

── "Fuck... you even make great use of your mouth..." - He practically moaned when you started moving your head up and down there, wrapping your tongue around his member at the same time.

You spent a few minutes in that back and forth, massaging his testicles, which you discovered was a weakness of his, since he was constantly contracting his belly and you got a few whimpers out of him with that. You could feel your panties sticking more and more with each second that lasted, and his reactions made it worse (or better); And suddenly, you felt his firm hand on your scalp again, and soon he himself dictated the rhythm of your mouth there, and you didn't stop massaging his testicles, seeing him spasm with each descent on his member. Before long, his dictation became clumsy and you knew he was probably close.

── "Fuck.. I'm going to cum... no, shit.." - He sucked in air between his teeth, taking your mouth away from there in a quick movement, recovering his senses and regulating his breathing.

There was a snapping sound when you separated and strands of saliva connected you to his already abused by drool and still hard member, apparently harder than before as soon as he saw your teary eyes.

── "I want you ass up that table, now." - You knew it was an order.

Without saying anything back, you stood up and lay face down on his desk, your ass still covered by your tight skirt; which didn't stayed down for long because he got behind you and lifted him up enough to show off your big ass. He brought his face to your ear, breathing hot and hoarse there, slapping one of your ass cheeks hard, giving you a tiny jumpscare and that would certainly leave a handprint.

── "You have no idea how many times I've fantasized about you ass up like this for me.." - He whispered and began to touch your already completely wet panties.

── "Fuck.. so wet." - It sounded like a growl and soon you felt him move your panties to the side, starting to caress your plump, soaked folds.

He didn't waste any time, penetrating you with two fingers straight, feeling you already stretched out with excitement; He didn't wait long and started to thrust you with those fingers, getting them wet with your natural lubrication, making a scissor motion and folding them inside, making you moan softly and whimper his name.

── "This is because I haven't really fucked you yet.." - He chuckled and increased his speed.

The only sounds in that office were the wet sounds and whimpering, coming mostly from you; Jay's dick was twitching with lust, but he still wanted to tease you, as revenge for your previous provocation. In your head, it was a pleasure to serve as your boss's stress reliever, you never imagined during your work time that on a day like that, you would be face down on his desk and giving him your pussy freely; ..not that you were complaining.

── "You know, doll... you as a whole are a temptation for me, since you came in this company..." - He said, slightly increasing the force where he saw that it made you moan more. ── "Now I'm going to show you how much desire I've accumulated for you."

Jay said and removed his fingers, emptying you and you complained slyly about the sudden emptiness, moving your hips and laying your forehead on the table; which made him chuckle, you knew that at the same time he was enjoying himself... and that turned you on in an absurd way. You only heard him tearing open a condom package, and took the opportunity to take a peek seeing him sigh as he put it on, your legs trembled at the sight and you swore you could melt right there.

── "Do you like what you saw?" - He said in a seemingly confident tone of the words, and you felt a little pathetic as you nodded quickly.

You only felt him in your ear as he walked his member between your folds, even wetter than before, thanks to him and what he had done up until that moment, well, your mind wasn't helping either. You realized that he was going to spend good minutes just teasing your entrance, so you weakly protested.

── "Aren't you going to do it..?" - Your voice almost didn't come out, you was so altered, consumed by lust.

── "That's because I was the one who was most desperate for sex, wasn't it, doll?" - He chuckled and without warning, he slowly penetrated you, opening you painfully but at the same time pleasurably.

As he slowly sank in, you felt your inner walls opening in a way that was so painful but so good at the same time, that you muffled your sounds, almost like whining, by biting your hand and holding tightly to the edge of the table. He kissed the back of your neck to distract you until he put everything in, and it took a few more seconds, because soon you felt his pelvis touch the sides of your ass and you sighed in relief; leaving marks of your teeth on your hand, as well as a little drool, of course. He had barely started and you were already a wreck..

── "Are you okay? I'll wait for you adjust.." - He asked in a gentle tone, and he was going to do what he said... even though he felt an absurd urge to go all out right away.

── "I'm fine.. you can go, please.." - You didn't plan for that phrase to come out as if you were begging, but your voice was so thin with lust that it came out that way.

Jay gave a little smile, as if the way you were caught him right in the heart, and soon began to move, slowly at first... but a few seconds passed and he gradually increased the speed. At first you just panted, but as he increased the speed, you began to moan thinly and loosely, already feeling improvement in the way your walls stretched. You were feeling that he were too weak, you were not like a porcelain doll... you liked intense things sometimes, and at that moment... It was one of those times.

── "You.. are too slow and weak.." - You tried to choose your words carefully, and he just bit his lip and suddenly increased his strength and speed in a surprising way.

That made you choke out a moan, your body began to rock with each thrust that was the source of the snap sounds in that office, you hoped there was no one on that floor at that early night time.

── "So my excellent employee likes to be used without mercy..? It was better than I imagined when I was alone.." - He suddenly whispered hoarsely in your ear, and wrapped your hair in his hand, and when he was straight up again; he began to pull your hair, but with the necessary and right force to increase your pleasure.

You had already lost all your senses, he was being rough. Even though it was you who had asked, maybe it would have been better to let him go in his own time, but on the other hand, you were loving that state and your vision was getting blurry with each strong thrust of his. If he asked you where you were, you wouldn't know how to answer; what you were there, you wouldn't know; what your name was... you wouldn't even know. You were focused on the way he held you, even on the care he took even though he was completely ruining you, your eyes were starting to fill with tears, your hair was messy along with your clothes;

He firmly grabbed one of your thighs, lifting and holding it, reaching even deeper and increasing the speed even more; He was sweatier than a water bottle, but he was smiling without any control and tilting his head back, enjoying the pleasure as your pussy squeezed him strongly.

── "You're swallowing me, doll.. I didn't know you were so greedy for cock.." - He whispered in your ear along with a little laugh, without missing a movement of his hips.

Damn, he knew how to make you more shaky and lost, the fun fact was that it was the first time you two were in that kind of moment; you knew it would last more times, and you wouldn't mind. You were so lost in pleasure and thoughts, that as soon as you became "conscious" of your situation again, you felt him reach a specific point that made your vision fill with stars and your body stiffen;

── "Oh my god..!!" - You whimpered loudly and goosebumps rose all over your skin, making it very clear to him what was going on.

── "Hmm.. I found, didn't I, little princess?" - He chuckled, knowing that he was the only one to see you like that at that moment.

You couldn't form any coherent sentences anymore, tears rolled down your cheeks and your moans were only soft; your legs wanted to weaken and let you fall, you were shaking all over. He lifted your hips more in order to hit your G-spot more times, and the unfortunate man managed it. He had you practically crying on his desk, in his office, in the start of the night where you would already be at home, bathed and watching some drama to pass the boredom; but of course... That was much better, even if surprising.

You were so immersed in the pleasure you felt that you didn't even notice when he used his fingers to stimulate your clit roughly while abusing that specific and sensitive spot inside you; result? You came all around his cock, painting his cock white as you choked out a long, tearful and louder moan from the pleasure of the orgasm. He didn't last long after that either, soon you felt his hip movements become clumsy but still strong, and you only heard him gasp hoarsely followed by a deep moan, stopping moving and staying still, while filling the condom.

You stayed there for a while, regulating your breathing and coming back to reality, sweaty and trembling from the intense pleasure. Then he carefully withdrew from you, inevitably you grumbled at the sudden empty feeling, but you accepted it. You guys settled everything in silence, you made sure to tidy his table and listened to him chuckle, hugging you from behind.

── "If you're not too tired and busy tonight.. we could go out and.. enjoy some time together, how about that?" - He said gently, giving you a kiss on the cheek and you blushed at the affection.

── "Let's go, the night has just begun." - You laugh a little with him.

You two leave his office, after he locks it and holding your hand, you guys leave the company together, ignoring the suspicious looks of certain employees who stayed late; in order to enjoy the rest of the night together.

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[yunhohours]

ATEEZ: Top 5 Kinks

request: idk if you’ve done a post like this,,,but ateez’s top 5 (or even top 3) kinks?? and i love your blog so muchh.

a/n: this request has been sitting in my inbox for two years (i'm so sorry). granted, i wasn't posting for one of those, but still. my b.

p.s. the kinks are not necessarily in order

hongjoong

restraints - he'll say he likes this because he gets to have you under his control, but he equally likes it if you ever turn the tables on him. frankly, he might even like it more when you restrain him.

temperature play - this one definitely goes both ways. his body is very sensitive, so doing something like taking an ice cube to it will have him shivering violently. he likes doing it to you too, though. he'll watch with fascination as hot wax drops onto your stomach, making the muscles tense in response.

lingerie - this one's a no-brainer. he very much appreciates good style and has an eye for aesthetics, so there's simply nothing better than seeing you in a pretty little piece. he will take you shopping and buy his favorites.

dry humping/clothed sex - i must reiterate how sensitive hongjoong is to stimulation. it doesn't take a whole lot to get him riled all the way up and once he's at that point, he does not want to stop and take the time to get undressed and all that. he also likes the idea of you being so desperate for each other (especially you for him) that you have to have him now.

cockwarming - to put it frankly, he just likes to torture himself sometimes lmao. like yeah, he really does love the intimacy of cockwarming, but he loves seeing how much he can take, too–not that he would tell you that.

seonghwa

perfume/cologne - truly, seonghwa loves all the atmospheric parts of sex–lingerie, lighting, occasionally some music. but when you wear a fragrance he likes, it goes right to his dick. he will not be shy about inhaling your scent, letting himself get drunk off it.

threesomes/sharing - to get this out of the way, you belong to seonghwa. he isn't into this because he likes you being with someone else. he does, however, love you with every single fiber of his being and wants nothing but the most mind-blowing pleasure for you. so he's happy to let someone else help him take care of you, as long as he's still your main focus.

sex toys - he likes toys for two reasons: 1) he likes going shopping for toys with you. it's like foreplay and he likes to have a pretty collection for you. 2) he likes to try them out on you to see what kind of reactions he can get.

voyeurism - this isn't something that happens often because he doesn't necessarily go out of his way to sate this kink, but if ever you two are in the position to watch someone else, you better believe you will be. touching each other the whole time, of course.

praise (giving) - this isn't a surprise considering seonghwa sings your praises all day long, anyway. but he puts a lot more effort into making you feel like the undeniable god/goddess you are when he's pleasuring you.

yunho

phone sex - you've heard yunho's sleepy voice in his voice messages and his lives. don't even play lad. he knows the affect it has on you and he very much uses it to his advantage. will call you when he knows his voice is dripping with extra rasp and play it off innocently only to be like aw~ do you like the sound of my voice~

somnophilia - likes it when he stirs barely awake in the middle of the night and fucks you until you both cum and drift off back to sleep. sleeps like a baby afterwards.

breeding - the fact that you'd let him breed you makes him fucking feral omg. uses this as an excuse to fuck every last brain cell out of you with no mercy (not that he needs an excuse for that).

orgasm denial (giving) - he will deny your orgasm over and over again with a smirk on his face and all the mock pouting he can muster. he always gives it to you in the end, though, and makes sure to love you so much extra afterwards.

finger sucking/fucking - much like his voice, yunho is also aware of the deadly weapons that are his hands. and just the same, he will abuse this power every chance he gets. always telling you to open your mouth for his fingers or ghosting them between your legs while he asks you if you want them inside you, already knowing the answer. he just wants to hear you say it.

yeosang

pet play - yeosang gets unreasonably hard at the sheer thought of collaring you. you can be his puppy or his kitten, he doesn't care. you just have to be a good pet, whatever you are, because his rules are strict.

dumbification - never one to half-ass something that matters to him, he is a master at pleasuring you. he knows all the right buttons to push and when he sees the physical evidence of his success in the form of babbling, drooling, or the inability to talk at all, he's the most satisfied.

spanking (giving) - tbh, this gives him a perfect way to peacock his strength. even if he doesn't slap your ass as hard as he possibly he can, he knows that you know how much damage he could inflict, should he so choose.

praise/degradation (giving) - he often switches back and forth in the same session. he'll be telling you how well you're doing for him one second and the next he's calling you a 'dumb little slut' for not being able to form sentences.

sexting - my guy's poker face when he's texting you around other people is unmatched for real. he will send you the most mouth-watering text with a straight face. he likes to test himself this way, seeing how much he can take before he's losing his mind to actually have you.

san

dirty talk - this man never closes his mouth when he's playing with you. he simply has to tell you every single nasty thought and idea he has. he loves it if you can talk dirty back to him, but even if you can't, he loves to see how flustered you get from everything he has to say.

face-fucking (giving) - the fact that you trust him this much <3 you giving him full ability to fuck your mouth and throat until they're sore is precious to him. he often happily loses himself in this, eyes closed and jaw slack. he won't go easy unless you need him to.

marking - san is possessive? who ever would've thought? he wants you to mark up his big, strong back with his nails and he wants to leave pretty hickies on you.

exhibitionism - he likes the full scale of exhibitionism. he's content to just have someone listening in the other room or accidentally seeing when they come into the room unknowingly, but he's also not shy to just fully and intentionally fuck you in front of other people. he knows he'd want to watch you two, so really, it's a favor to the lucky audience.

body worship (giving) - san will worship your body in and out of the bedroom, but he will take his fucking time doing it when you're naked and craving him. will kiss every inch of your body, muttering the most love-laced words as he does so. he treats making you cum like a tenet of the religion that is your body.

mingi

roleplay - omg, he has so much fun getting to play different characters and scenarios with you. he likes that he gets to experiment with different personas for himself and seeing different versions of you makes him want to bed each one.

quickies - when mingi gets the urge to have sex, he wants to have sex now. like it's physically painful for him to have to wait or ignore it. he likes having the kind of relationship where he can alert you to his needs and fuck one out really quick. he does some of his best work in these instances, tbh.

strip tease (receiving) - the way you slowly stripping just for him makes him feel so special and wanted. he'll have the biggest smile on his face and the stiffest erection in his pants.

choking (giving) - i don't think he'd even know he has this kink until you mention it to him. he doesn't want to hurt you, but he only has to try it once and see that you're perfectly alive and well to want to do it again and again. once he gets comfortable with it, he will choke tfff out of you too, if you want him to.

overstimulation (receiving) - he lowkey but highkey loves when you take the control from him and make him a moaning, pathetic mess. it's incredibly easy to overstimulate him and every time you do it, he feels like he floats out of his body by the end.

wooyoung

spit kink - he just gets so fucking cocky about the fact that you'd let him do something so "nasty" as spitting in your mouth. it's an easy way for him to constantly prove your devotion to him to himself. every time you willingly open your mouth to accept his spit, he knows you're not going anywhere. doesn't love the idea of you spitting into his mouth in theory, but will occasionally succumb to it when he's really desperate.

mutual masturbation - he looooves a lazy, playful session where you're seated on opposite ends of the couch, watching each other get off. neither of you has to do too much work and he can make all the teasing remarks he wants because his mouth isn't otherwise occupied.

filming - he films more for the art of it than for any sexual reason. however, once again, he likes that you let him film you. he loves how you let him position you this way and that and follow whatever he says so he can get the best shots.

intoxicated sex - whether it's alcohol or something else, wooyoung loves to have sex when you're both fucked up. it's always messy, unorganized, and spontaneous. just how he likes it.

degradation - this isn't the first time we've talked about wooyoung's degradation kink on this blog, but i'd be remiss to not include it. he likes talking shit to you and he likes it when you talk shit back. it will arouse him quickly every time, and it won't stop until you're both too busy catching your breath to speak.

jongho

thigh riding - discovers this kink when you're extremely needy one day and take to attending to that need yourself–on his thigh, of course. he enjoys watching you satisfy yourself so much that he will sometimes tell you to just use his thigh when you come to him all needy. watches with hearts in his eyes.

guided masturbation - this usually happens on a video call. he will be completely clothed, just sitting in his desk chair, while he tells you how to take off your clothes for him and how to touch yourself for him. he's so casual about it that it makes you want to get a reaction out of him, but he'll maintain his composure. at least until he gets his hands on you next.

make up sex - unlike you might think, jongho doesn't like make up sex because it's desperate and intense and the like. he actually really likes it because he uses it as a time to show you how much he loves you. it's very soft, slow, and focused on you. the intimacy is unmatched.

teasing - jongho loves to go through a very normal day with you, casually dropping suggestive words or lingering touches in a place that's just barely appropriate. does it all so coolly that no one else is the wiser, but you're dying.

watching porn together - he'll use this time to discover new things you're into, but his favorite part is when you can't handle it anymore and have to have him. you're so cute when you're crawling on top of him and begging him to touch you.

[your-turn-to-role]

so, was rewatching s1 of lovm, got to episode three again. and i'm thinking about percy's backstory. and also because of sylas briarwood, thinking about dalen's closet

and percy's got a real interesting relationship with the concept of drowning, huh

i mean first of all he's almost drowned (or actually drowned) three major times in the story. and all of those had similar themes, though different outcomes

so to explain what i mean, let's look at these in chronological order

1) the river. one of the worst days of his life, if not the actual worst. watching your entire family murdered, being locked up and tortured, your siblings bodies dumped in the cells next to you, just to rub it in. after weeks of this, you learn your youngest sister is alive, and she helps you escape, it's the first tiny bit of hope you've had. and then they kill her. you realise you're on your own all over again. you're hurt and you're lost and you don't know what to do, you run because you can't do anything else. and then you trip and before you know it you're in water and it's freezing and you can't breathe or move and you're so scared and so tired- and you don't remember much after that

when that fishing boat finds percy, he's basically in a fugue state, he has no idea what's going on and is barely responding to anything, his mind just couldn't take it anymore and left. and it doesn't get any better when he comes back to himself, because he survived, but for what. they're all gone. he couldn't do anything about it. he couldn't even save his sister like she saved him

and yes, they eventually save whitestone, and get cass back, but that experience stays with him

because then we get 2) duskmeadow.

percy's just learned that ripley bought up near industrial amounts of gunpowder, and he's terrified. he doesn't know what she's planning, but he knows what she will do with his weapons will change the world for the worse. it'll get countless people killed. and he made the decision to let her go, because at the time his personal revenge mattered more to him. he's feeling that "i survived for what" more than ever, because now not only did he survive when his family didn't, he didn't deserve to be the one that survived. none of the others would have caused destruction on this scale. he's not just alive for no reason, him being alive made things worse. (this is kinda explicitly his most suicidal point in the campaign, to the point of he literally wrote a goodbye letter that evening, and then just kept it on his person knowing vox machina would find it when his mistakes inevitably got him killed)

and so he goes to ask the raven queen for help. he's not yet reached the point where he's stopped trusting in gods (this meeting is about to be what sparks that), and he knows she's helped vax, so maybe she can help him, tell him how to fix this, he'll do anything

but there's only one way to talk to the raven queen. and that's to willingly let yourself drown in the communion pool.

and he tries, he tries so hard. he's putting every bit of trust he has in the raven queen right now, that this will be okay. but it's freezing and he can't breathe and he's so scared and so tired and all he can think about is how he survived and he shouldn't have, and then he has a panic attack. the only reason it eventually works is because he hits his head on the stone of the pool and then he's too confused and hurt to fight it

and when he finally talks to her, she tells him he can't fix it. that he was a broken person right from the start.

so far his two experiences with drowning have not only caused him lasting trauma around the whole experience, but continually affirmed that he's not only incapable of saving anyone he cares about, he actually makes the situation worse just by getting involved. and drowning honestly in itself makes a pretty good metaphor for how overwhelming and out of his control all of this is

but 3) dalen's closet. god, this was so good for percy and vex in so many ways, you can keep meta-ing about this episode for years. and in this case, sylas' attempt to murder vex and percy? chain them up and drop them from a cliff into the ocean

they're both drowning. there's no easy way out, and no one around who could rescue them

their attempts to free themselves, while clever, don't work

vex loses consciousness

it's just percy, alone, about to lose the person he loves most in the world, again. to a man who only knew vex even existed because percy got her involved

and percy doesn't panic

by all rights he should have, he's certainly got more than enough reason to. but he manages to stay calm enough to figure out a way to get his head above water, and to yell for help, because his fault or no he is not losing anyone else

and because of that, their friends can find them in time. he didn't get vex killed, he saved her

he's not helpless underwater anymore. and he's certainly not broken beyond repair. and it's only now that he's come far enough to realise that

[moontyun]

Pairing: Minho x reader Word count: 874 Genre: fluff, angst-ish, attempted humor, competitive natures, slice of life-ish Warning(s): none Synopsis: Everything you were good at, he was better at. No matter what it was. It was soul crushing for him to one up you in everything you did. For him it was another Tuesday.

Mean Girl Antics

It was a good thing this person behind the counter was pretty because there wasn’t one singular brain cell behind those glittering eyes. Every time they went to perform a task, they looked completely lost and confused on what they needed to do. What step came first? What cup size did they ask for? How many pumps of hazelnut did they ask for, again? Or was it peppermint syrup? Who was this for? Brian or Byron? Brittany or Brooklyn? How they were still employed here, he didn’t understand but it was entertaining for him. Watching them constantly screwing up orders made his studying sessions here a little more bearable. 

Today was no different for him. Sitting in his booth, making sure he had a clear view of the cashier’s counter, he whipped out his computer and started taking his notes. He started to listen in on the conversations this cashier was having with the customers. The amount of times the manager had to be called to get the order done was astounding. 

Eventually, he started to zone out the entire thing to completely focus on his assignments and finish up his notes. He had been trying to finish getting these notes down for the last 2 days and he still hadn’t finished. The amount of slides this powerpoint had was way too much. Getting his degree in engineering was proving to be more work than he had thought. He knew it was going to be a lot of work but not once had he thought he was going to have to re-teach himself after the lectures. 

The amount of homework getting assigned was too much for one night that was due the next day. The stress was getting to him but he knew he could handle the whole thing. It was what he signed up for and he was going to see it through. That’s what he had decided for himself. 

A few hours of studying had gone by when the shouting had started. The cashier was being screamed at by a customer. The cashier had forgotten to put something in the drink. “You always manage to screw something up! Everyday I come here and everyday you screw it up!” The customer shouted, “Do you want to drink this?” they asked, “Have some!” They then threw the drink in the cashier’s face. Minho was shocked, the entire room grew silent. 

Your hair was dripping with the sugary sweet drink, completely paralyzed by the utter shock of what had just happened. You had only seen this in movies and television shows but never once did you think it really happened to people. The whole reason this even happened was a little much. You had simply forgotten to put in a little bit of soy milk in their order and the person blew up on you. 

You had just started this job not too long ago and still trying to learn, so things were still going a little rough. So mistakes were bound to happen and one tiny mistake did not warrant this kind of treatment. Being berated like that was humiliating. Everyone in the coffee shop was stunned into silence. Nothing but the overhead music was playing. You looked around the place, your face turned bright red. You approached the register again, “Hi, welcome in. Can I get a name to start your order?” You weren’t going to let this get you down, that person wasn’t going to ruin your day. 

Minho was surprised to say the least. You weren’t going to go to the back room and get cleaned up a little? You were just going to get back to it? The manager had touched your shoulder, telling you to just go home for the day. You nodded your head and started to walk out the front door. 

-

Walking home, you held yourself together. Sure, you were getting looks and stares but you weren’t going to pay attention to them. You knew it would only make you crack and start sobbing right here, right now and you couldn’t let that happen here. You were already being made fun of, you didn’t want to make it worse. 

You pulled out your phone and immediately started dialing the number of your best friend. You needed to rant. Someone needed to hear it. “Hello?” The familiar voice picked up. 

“I got a drink dumped on me today at work.” You held back your anger. 

“What happened to hello? How are you?” He said, sarcastically. 

You groaned, you were not in the mood to deal with his silly sassy antics right now, “Shut up, I messed up an order and they dumped it on me.” Jisung wasn’t really sure how to respond to that other than in a sarcastic way, so instead he opted to keep his mouth shut. “Today has just been a shit show.” 

“Sounds like it, wanna come over? We can hang out and do something to take your mind off of it.” 

“I need to shower first. I’ll go over after. See you in a bit.”

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Order of Attack, part 17

If all goes according to plan, there's one part left after this.

But since when do things ever go according to plan?

Watch me finally write a Normal Conversation between Mahiru and Amane after writing a ton of angsty comfort conversations behind closed doors.

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“Amane-chan, what brings you here?” Mahiru asked as the little figure peeked out from the opening door.

“Nothing special. I just wanted to talk,” Amane responded. She stepped out of the door’s path, letting it close behind her.

“So this is an ordinary visit?”

“Yes. What else would it be?”

“You usually don't seek me out just to hang out…”

“That is true. But even if I do not have important words to impart to you…”

As Amane tried to find the right words, Mahiru chuckled.

“Is something funny?”

“Oh, it's just… I miss seeing this side of you.”

Amane smiled and swiped at her bangs with her sleeve. “As I was saying, I do enjoy your company even if I do not have anything meaningful to say.”

“I’m glad you do.” Mahiru’s gaze was focused on the sleeves. “Mind if I fix those for you?” she asked, gesturing at them.

Amane paused in contemplation.

“I just wanted to offer,” Mahiru added quickly. “It's fine if you-”

Amane nodded. “Okay.”

Mahiru began to roll up one of Amane's sleeves. “You know, you were so eager to return to your cell when everything calmed down…”

“That does not mean it is the end of us spending time together.”

“I thought you'd gotten tired of us.”

“A little.” The room was quiet for a moment. “More than a little.”

“Well, I'm glad you came back.” Mahiru arranged the sleeve strap like a bow.

“I was not going to leave forever. I just… needed some time to myself. Some time to breathe.”

“And how has that been?”

“It has been much calmer. My neighbor is not keeping me up as much these days.”

Mahiru put a pin on Amane's sleeve. “Well, I'm glad Mikoto-kun is feeling better. I feel bad for not reaching out to him more.”

“Don't be. He was not so keen on accepting help in the first place.”

“Hmm, that reminds me of someone.”

“No, it does not.”

“For someone so eager to give out help, you're so unwilling to accept it in turn.”

“I do not know what you are talking about.”

“Back during the intermission, you wouldn't have accepted my help with the sleeves. You would have made a show of pulling them up yourself instead.” Mahiru got to work on the other sleeve.

“…I admit that is true.”

“So what changed?”

“Mobility has its perks.”

“Did Yuno-chan tell you that?”

“Yes. And… I realized that sometimes…” Amane looked up pensively. “We get more things done as a team.”

Maybe I should have gone to Mahiru-san instead of trying to help on my own when things with Fuuta-san got worse.

“Is there something you wish you had done differently?” Mahiru asked, snapping her out of her contemplation.

“N-no… All of my actions were my own… I wouldn't have them any other way.”

Amane’s recurring nightmares told a different story, but Mahiru knew not to press the issue.

“Anything we could have done differently…?”

Of course, the guilt seemed to get to Mahiru more than anyone else. But Amane never blamed her.

“What is done is done. I think you did well, considering how alarming the circumstances were.”

“Oh? That means a lot.” Mahiru finished the other sleeve and gave it a gentle pat. “There you go. Wow, this fabric is really tough.”

“Indeed. Every night, it manages to patch itself over.”

Amane ran her now-free hand through her bangs.

“Would you like me to do your hair too?”

“…Sure. Why not?”

While Mahiru went to get a comb from the vanity, Amane held her eyepatch in place with one hand and carefully pulled the elastic off from around her head.

“Maybe we could stand to be more persistent,” Mahiru said as she started combing Amane’s hair. “Enough force seems to work against the fabric.”

“But it is quite exhausting. Not worth the effort.”

“Well, as long as we have other ways to deal with the sleeves…” After Mahiru finished clipping Amane's bangs to the side, she paused to admire the hairstyle. “Say, this suits you. How about some pigtails?”

Amane nodded, and Mahiru moved behind her to brush the rest of her hair.

“And your outfit…” The black skirt falling to Amane’s knees was hard to miss, and Mahiru could surely see the scrunched collar of her blouse from that angle. “You picked it yourself? You have good taste.”

“Thank you. I figured I deserve a treat for being a good girl.”

“You have always been a good girl. Don't let anyone say otherwise.”

“…It is not that easy.”

“Then big sis Mahiru will stand by you and tell anyone who dares disagree that Amane-chan is the sweetest and most kind-hearted person I have ever met.” Mahiru patted her shoulder.

Amane chuckled, but then her breath caught on her ribs.

“Oh, sorry! I didn't mean-”

“It is fine. …It means a lot. Perhaps they will see reason in such a good-natured person as yourself.”

“I'm flattered.” Mahiru added one last clip. “All done! What do you think?” She picked up a mirror from the vanity and handed it to Amane.

As Amane examined her reflection, she made a wide grin. “I… I like it. It is very much my style. You are very talented, Mahiru-san.”

“Thank you! Say, why don't we take a walk around the panopticon? Show everyone that you're in high spirits. Maybe even pay a visit to Muu-chan to cheer her up.”

“I would love to do that.”

[yukidragon]

Hey yuki, I have a question...actually two questions about the game something's wrong with sunny day jack. First: how did jack not find out about ian during these months that he's been with Sunshine? after all, her cell phone WOULD NOT STOP ringing because of ian's constant calls and voicemails, how come jack didn't hear about ian well before the middle of the demo?

Second: And do you think the protagonist has a certain "emotional dependency"? because even if she doesn't forgive ian for what he did to her, she supposedly misses him, yes, because when jack asked if she missed him, she is kind of silent, I interpreted that as a "Yes" . What's more, we already know that she doesn't feel good when it comes to the subject of "Love".

Before I answer your questions, I’d like to take the time to make sure this lovely picture is credited to the game’s creator Sauce. Even though I didn’t post it this time, I always want to make sure they get due credit for their hard work.

Anyway, onto your first question. It’s a pretty good one. In fact, MC wonders about that topic in the demo as well:

Did I ever tell Jack about Ian? Now that I’d thought about it…The subject really hadn’t come up formally. Which. Is a bit odd, considering Ian’s room remained (mostly) undisturbed, and right across the hall from my own. It was same as it had always been, minus what he took with him when he moved to a fancy performing arts school in another state… I hadn’t been in there since the breakup. But had Jack never wondered either?

It seems as though Jack was waiting for MC to bring the topic up. By not prying into their personal business (at least not obviously) he can be supportive and a good friend, earning their trust.

However, it seems those messages from Ian and seeing his room and clothing every day didn’t affect MC like talking to him directly on the phone did. It was such a painful incident that Jack is clearly worried about them. Maybe he was waiting for MC to talk about Ian on their own, but after seeing how much pain Ian put MC through, it’d be reason for him to push a little harder in order to relieve them of this pain.

Of course, I’m pretty sure Jack would have done his own research into Ian, so to speak. He wants to show only his best sides to his sunshine, so anything that might be less than pleasant is something that is best left where they can’t see it. It’s for their own good of course!

Jack might have already gone through Ian’s room on his own. Heck, MC could have let Jack sleep in Ian’s room until they started sharing a bed platonically. It’s really up to interpretation if the game doesn’t specify how the first few months of their living situation went.

So, yeah, I’m pretty sure Jack already had at least some idea about Ian before he officially brings up the topic; he was just being considerate to MC’s privacy... at least as far as they know.

For the second question... I think that’s heavily hinted in the demo. Though MC is trying their best to abandon all things nostalgic in a reckless manner, likely to try and abandon their feelings for Ian... they still live in the place they got together. Ian’s room has been (presumably) untouched. Most of their wardrobe consists of Ian’s clothes. Given how desperate their financial situation is, he might still be paying for half (or more) of the rent. They still listen to the messages and haven’t blocked him.

There was also the conversation MC and Ian had. MC is angry and hurt, but they didn’t hang up right away. They didn’t yell or say anything that would push Ian away. They made their anger clear, and they voiced their doubts that he can fix things between them... but they’re not ending things completely.

Part of it, I think, is because of Ian’s pleading. They have a history together. They know each other better than anyone. They are in tune with each other, as the afterlife episode showed. They understand each other.

Which makes it so, so much easier for Ian to manipulate MC’s emotions.

It might not be conscious on his part... but the things Ian says in the phone calls are pretty manipulative. It’s understandable since he doesn’t want to lose MC. He claims he needs them and can’t go on without them. He’s emotionally dependent on them.

I think, to some extent, Ian and MC had an underlying level of unhealthy co-dependency going on. Now, how much there is depends on the specific MC and our own headcanons, but we can see in the game from how much talking to him and thinking about him hurts MC... They want to move on, but they miss him.

Ian was MC’s only relationship, and we see some troubling things from MC when it comes to love, mostly in how they feel they’re not deserving. Maybe that’s just from the betrayal they experienced when the person they loved and trusted most cheated on them... or maybe it hints at an underlying toxicity to their relationship.

When Jack asked MC if they missed Ian, that silence was absolutely a yes. I think it was also them not wanting to miss him. They want to move on, but Ian won’t let them.

I think what Ian did to MC is a big part of why MC clings to Jack so desperately in any route. They are lonely and felt bad for so long... and Jack came to make them feel good. He supports them, makes them happy, and fills the hole in their heart that Ian left behind.

Whether or not Jack is a rebound though or can become something healthier though depends on the route taken in the end in the game. I know which one I’m going with for Sunshine in Hell because I like the idea of two flawed and wounded individuals helping each other heal and grow stronger together.

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #181

I'm a little bit better today. On some kind of instinct or whim, I got it in my head last night to brace myself against a doorway, twisted my arms and torso into a weird shape, and then roll my neck around. A bunch of things went crunch in my sternum and neck, and I felt just a little better. The lump just under where my right collarbone connects to my sternum is just a little bit less pronounced today. At least for now, I can move my right arm around a little without pain. Yay!

At some point yesterday, I decided to get sushi:

I didn't eat all of it, of course; it's a lot of sushi!! I ate about half of it and stuck the rest in the fridge. I had the leftovers for breakfast this morning! They were SO GOOD!!

I wonder if you like sushi. And if you do, I wonder what your favorite kinds of sushi are. My favorites are mackerel and salmon eggs! This place didn't have salmon eggs, which was a little sad, but if you look at the slice of mackerel in that last image, you'll see it has little grill marks on it; I've never seen that before on mackerel sushi! It was beautifully marinated, and the little charred grill marks left a subtle smoky flavor that made me wish I had gotten more than one piece, goodness me!!

I also had a tea this morning. This one was some kind of Earl Grey with a fruity flavoring:

It wasn't half bad! Though I think I might have accidentally put in a bit too much cream; I've noticed that for whatever reason, cream tends to mute the flavors of tea in a way that milk does not. But the billowing cream makes for nicer pictures than milk; the fluids flow differently, and have a different viscosity, you see... Hm...

I played a lot of Dead Cells yesterday! I'm not very good at it, but that's all right; I enjoyed doing a very bad impression of a salad shredder. As far as I know, the enemies in this game are simply reanimated corpses that no longer have a mind or any kind of sentience; the souls that inhabited those bodies have already moved on to the next thing a long time ago, and the bacteria or fungus or whatever that is infesting their corpses is causing them to move around and do things despite being dead. The objective is to put a stop to a thing called The Malaise; I assume that this is what is reanimating the corpses.

...The trouble is, I keep insisting on breaking tribute doors and opening cursed chests while also parrying with the golden shield, so... most of the time, I'm in a state where I'm all done with just one hit, and then I get hit because my timing for the parrying is not yet perfect hahaha! 🤣😅 But that's all right; this kind of trial-by-fire will do nothing other than sharpen my senses, instincts, and reflexes. I can try as many times as I like. I learn a little bit more every time I fail. And I only need to succeed once.

I felt a little bit restless before sleep last night, so in order to knock myself out, I made my self a big ol' glass of warm milk:

...Yes, ah... the clock does, indeed, say 1:19 in the morning. Whoops... 😅

I'm not really sure why, but I get really sleepy every time I drink a glass of warm milk; 20 minutes later, I'm pretty much out like a light - it never fails. Maybe if you have trouble sleeping, you can give this a try? Assuming, of course, that you don't dislike milk, and that you're not allergic to it; some people in my world will die if they ingest casein. But lactose intolerance can be resolved with a lactase pill; in my world, they're readily available!

...I feel pretty good today, but maybe if I feel this much better as compared to yesterday, I should take it as a sign that I shouldn't push it. I'll rest again today just in case. Maybe I'll actually get to the end of a Dead Cells run today, who knows...

...Maybe I'll see you there. Or maybe not. There's no pressure, of course!

...And maybe I'll get a few more pieces of that mackerel sushi today... 🤤😋 I know I gotta be careful because mackerel is a fish with relatively high levels of mercury, and mercury is very bad for one's health. So I won't have too much, I promise.

Oh, oh!! And!! This morning, I managed to snag a picture of a cardinal; maybe you'll like it:

I guess I'll go play now.

I love you. Please stay safe out there in your world, wherever you are. Please remember that I'm cheering for your healing, happiness, and peace from where I am, for whatever that's worth. I'll write again tomorrow.

Your friend, Lumine

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Pay-to-Play (Tower: Day 121)

for Angstpril, Day 14: Cruelty

cw: implied mistreatment/violence, ableism, adult language, whumper pov

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For someone like Wade Mitchell—who had enough super strength to label him as 'powered' but not enough to get him a hero gig—Tower guard was a fantastic job. 

It came with all the benefits; hazard pay, two weeks' paid vacation, dental, and even a retirement plan. And on top of all of those, there were some pretty lucrative bonuses you could get if you signed up for the right duty. Project Bullfrog paid the best, but Wade didn't really have the stomach (or patience) to assist with the weird experiments taking place on the Tower's lowest levels. Rentals, on the other hand, was about as easy as putting in overtime. The only draw was not being able to talk about it.

That part sucked. Wade wished he could gossip to his friends about all the rich people that came through, and every senator, every millionaire who signed up for the program only intensified that desire.

Today's customer wasn't anyone special though, just some businessman. It wasn't him that got Wade excited, it was the prisoner he'd requested for one-on-one time. Wade's little pet project. Alexei Wilder.

Wilder was never on the top of visitors' lists; most people who could afford a time slot at the Tower went for famous supervillains. Rookie heroes who wanted to feel better about themselves. Rich guys who wanted to feel tough. People who wanted to brag, "I beat the living daylights out of Stormcrawler," at a party, while leaving out the part about Stormcrawler being restrained, in power-nullifying gear.

It was kinda pathetic. Wade himself would never sign up, even if he had the money. Doing it for free, to remind the Tower's occupants who was in charge here, was a different story.

Wade's part to play in Rentals was getting the chosen prisoners ready, make sure the customer was good to go, and then clean up whatever mess they left behind. All part of the routine, but today was almost a proud moment. Armless's first time being noticed by someone who sorta mattered, even if that someone just wanted a chance to kick the shit out of him.

He pushed the cell door open, grinning at the way his charge shrank back from the light. He'd been muttering to himself again, weird little mumbo-jumbo rhymes. Four months into his stay and he was already going bonkers. What a loser.

"Guess what, scum? You have a visitor today."

Wilder, as usual, didn't respond. Wade huffed in annoyance.

"I'm gonna clean you up for him. You know the drill. Be good."

Sometimes he didn't even know why he bothered. Making sure the guy was able to wash, combing out the tangles in his hair, even brushing his fucking teeth for him, and never getting so much as a 'thank you' in return.

At least today, Wilder didn't struggle. Most days he didn't, not anymore, but every once in a while he seemed to get an idea in his head that he could actually fight Wade off. As if.

"Alright," he said once he was done. "Hold still."

Transportation to anywhere outside a prisoner's cell required them to be either blindfolded or unconscious. It was partly to make things easier, and partly to prevent detainees from learning the building's layout.

Fortunately (for the prisoner), Wilder didn't even move as Wade tied on the blindfold and fitted a second, stronger power dampener over his right ankle. With a customer, you could never be too careful.

It was actually kind of lame how compliant the prisoner was these days. Wade wondered if the other man was scared of him now. After Wilder's little incident with a few visiting members of the city council, the guards on his block had been ordered to dole out a punishment, and none of them had held back. Wade had almost felt a little guilty afterwards, almost. But the negative feelings had dissolved by the end of the day, before he'd even clocked out. He'd picked up sushi on the way home, turned on the TV, and forgot about it. The people in the Tower were locked up for a reason. You didn't have to feel bad about anything you did to them; if anything, you should count yourself lucky that you got to make a difference.

He guided the prisoner down the hall, forgetting to warn the blindfolded man about the stairs ahead, but managing to catch him before anything could happen. Close one.

The space set aside for Rentals wasn't anything special; just a wide, tiled room with a drain in the center to make cleanup easy. There were two doors to the chamber, one for the customer to enter, one for the prisoner. The session would be recorded, but that was just another vein of profit. The only one monitoring would be Wade, and the only hard limit was murder.

He unlocked the prison-side door and pushed Wilder inside, not bothering to take off the blindfold before moving to the second door to meet with the customer. It was always more entertaining when the selected prisoner didn't know what was going on, and Rentals' patrons seemed to prefer their targets as helpless as possible.

The customer was about as typical as they got here; businessman in his 30s or 40s, trying to dress for action but looking like he was about to go golfing. He might've even been a regular. Wade wouldn't know.

"All ready?" the man asked.

"All yours," Wade nodded. "I'll be watching to ensure your safety, but in the event of an emergency, there's a button by the door," he said, reciting the same spiel he gave every customer. "If you decide you'd like to incorporate some tools in today's session, just give me a knock and let me know what you want."

The man only gave a shrug, as if to say 'here goes nothing', and pushed the door open. Before it closed again, Wade caught a glimpse of Wilder—backed into a corner, his shoulders hunched, his lips moving like he was muttering to himself again—and smiled. Poor bastard had no idea what was about to hit him.

He moved to his usual chair and did a quick scan of the system, ensuring the emergency countermeasures were online and a healer was on standby, then switched on the cameras.

Time to enjoy the show.

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@whumpacabra @enteredin2eternity @kixngiggles @whumpsday @kiichu @whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump @shywhumpauthor @distinctlywhumpthing

[knightprincess]

Forgive me (Echo x Medic Reader) Part 6

Warning: None, just a little bit of light teasing 

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"Will you just ask her already" commented Fives, looking to the trooper so often branded as his twin? Jesse was nearby along with Hardcase, both of them nodding along. Jesse had long since grown tired of Echo's flirting, even more so to watch the Arc Trooper make a fool of himself. Yet none the less, he encouraged all his brothers to find love. 

"Kix" called Hardcase, a sharp chuckle escaping from his chest. "How's your little task going?" asked the hyperactive trooper, a mischief glint in his eyes. Something that didn't go unnoticed by Echo. The Arc Trooper shot a dread-filled look between Kix, Fives, and Hardcase, Rex close by also looking between the group, although his eyes glimmered with curiosity, a small amount of mischief sprinkled in. Kix soon looked up from the datapad he'd been reading over, checking over the list of supplies that needed ordering before the 501st shipped out again. 

"You mean trying to convince Snap to give this idiot a chance right?" questioned Kix, a cheeky grin coming to his lips mere seconds later, a soft chuckle escaping him soon after. Even more so when he saw the horror pass over Echo's features. Almost as if the idea of (Y/N) knowing about his crush on her, was a nightmare come true. Fives stood close by, for the first time at a loss for words, although it suddenly made sense by Kix had been hanging back at the medbay when Snap was there. 

"Makes you wonder what the Wolf Pack thinks of it" announced Jesse, he could recall coming across Comet during the last trip to 79's. The Wolf Pack in their normal booth, howling every now and again. That being a rare occasion Wolffe seemed to be letting his guard down and enjoying himself, although he was still keeping a close watch on the boys. Comet had asked Jesse how Snap was doing, asking if the boys of 501st were treating her right, and if she'd punched anyone yet. Jesse had answered the questions, at the time he'd been tempted to divulge the information about Echo's secret crush, but soon thought better of it. Especially when Echo was so determined his little crush, firmly in the secrecy aisle, determined he was going to put his duty as a soldier before his own feelings and desires. 

"Think of Wolffe as the protective older brother" called Rex, knowing Wolffe had truly taken to (Y/N), as had a few others who had the delight of working with the civvi medic. A chuckle escaped Rex upon recalling an incident that had landed the tough Commander in the military cells for the night. Octavius had been hassling (Y/N) throughout her downtime on Coruscant, constantly bugging her and not seeming to get the hint she didn't want to be around him let alone talk to him. Wolffe in his drunken state had punched the civvi, although he'd been taken back to the military base by Fox, the other Commander had simply told Wolffe to sleep it off and hadn't reported anything. 

"We both have a duty to do" voiced Echo, finally regaining his confidence and will to speak. "Plus I'm a clone, we don't have the luxury of choosing what we do. Of having the freedom to love and live a life outside of the war" elaborated the Arc Trooper. Not seeing the way Rex look down, clearly remembering Cut, who had willingly chosen to desert the Republic and the war in general, he'd chosen to live peacefully on a faraway planet, as a farmer, with a wife and kids. To those who knew of Cut, they considered him to be by far the bravest of the clones, as he'd gone out there and gotten what he wanted, he made something out of his life, that was more than existing only so he could die in a war, only so he could become another name few in the republic would care to remember. 

"Ever think maybe Snap is just waiting on you?" asked Cody for the corner of the durasteel room, the room itself acting like an echo chamber and bouncing his otherwise calm voice around. The room soon fell into silence. Rex looked in the direction Cody's voice come from, whereas Echo and Fives both seemed to freeze in their position. Hardcase on the other hand soon began to move around again, his hyperactive nature preventing him from staying still longer than a few seconds. Jesse on the other merely shook his head before beginning to clean his blaster, a ritual he did before and after every battle, in a way it settled his nerves. 

"I forgot to ask, where is Snap?" asked Hardcase, bouncing on the spot now, Kix was close by, finishing the order for the medical supplies, already guessing Rex had finished his own ordering, for the extra blasters, ammo and plastoid armor they were always in need of. The rations too. 

"She's attending her sister's wedding. Although reluctantly" responded Kix, recalling (Y/N) hadn't been excited about the wedding, if anything she appeared to be the opposite. She had dread in her eyes as she all but dragged herself to leave the military base the day prior. Almost as if she knew the wedding wasn't going to be any fun, but another way for Isolde to torment her further. Another way for her eldest sister to show off and make fun of others. "She'll be back the day after tomorrow unless we get another mission before then" added Kix. 

"Fine, I'll ask her when we return from the Citadel assignment" sighed Echo, finally surrendering to what his brothers had been encouraging him to do for weeks on end. Fives could only grin from next to him, patting his twin on the shoulder, resisting the urge to let the comment that come to mind pass through his lips. Maybe Snap would give him a kiss for good luck. 

"I'll hold you to that" announced Fives, her cheeky grin remaining unmoved. "If you don't then I'm setting you two up on a blind date" commented the Arc Trooper, chuckling as Echo practically begged him not to do it. "Or Hardcase would just outright tell her" added Fives, Hardcase confirming he would do just that, a second later with a small comment Damn right I would. 

"Would be nice to see her smile again" whispered Echo, admitting a truth he was determined few others would know. He knew Tup was right about a few things, such as (Y/N) being a civvi thrust she was free to love as she pleased, something the Jedi were forbidden from doing, even if most had broken the code at some point or another. Yet at the same time, Snap had also proven there were some rules even she found ridiculous, such as the troopers not having proper representation in the Senate, despite them being on the front lines of the war and constantly making the biggest sacrifices. 

"Who would have guessed Snap would have been the one to get our Echo to break the rules" commented Cody, now from beside Rex. At some point, he'd quietly made his way over. The great Captain attempted to hide the shadow of a smirk, fighting to appear on his lips. Although he was unsure which had tickled him more, Cody being under the impression Echo hadn't broken any of the rules before, or Echo being secretly willing to discard the rules when it come to Snap. 

"You act like Echo isn't already a rule breaker. Rex normally has to retrieve him and Fives from the cells after a night of drinking" voiced Jesse from the opposite side of the room, not bothering to hide the enjoyment he was getting out of the situation at hand or miss the chance to tease Echo that bit more. Fives soon chuckled, recalling Rex had been down to the military prison that many times, all he had to say now is I'm here for my Arc Troopers. 

"I recall having to get you from those cells as well. Most recent one being after you thought it would be a good idea to stand up while piloting a speeder" quickly replied Rex, chuckling to see Jesse's cheeks begin to heat up, although he was drunk at the time, it was clear the trooper recalled what had taken place. It still amazed Rex, no one was hurt and no accidents had been coursed. Although there were a few angry citizens and police droids involved. 

"Wait, Jesse got arrested again? Where we me and Echo at the time" asked Fives, amazement lacing his voice to think he'd missed something like that. Or at least hadn't heard about it until now. Echo soon began to chuckle, it quickly registering with him, they were likely already residents of the military prison by that time. Especially if Rex's deadpan expression was anything to go by. 

"Already tucked into the cell that's reserved for us" laughed Echo in response, watching as the realization washed over Fives, and how Kix looked over as it was obvious where the pair were. Even Hardcase had an expression that asked if Fives was serious with his question. Cody and Rex on the other hand merely chuckled to themselves. A comment escaping Cody, regarding Snap being able to keep the boys in order. Another escaping him suggesting it was something he wanted to bare witness to if it ever happened. 

At the same time, Cody began to wonder what the angelic medic would be like when working with some of the others, including the unorthodox Clone Force 99. She'd already shown she could handle the toughest, just as Snap had proven she wasn't afraid to flirt back with those who would find the courage to flirt with her. Especially Gregor. 

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[missdeepend]

Why Natsu, Happy and Lucy Work as a Trio

Natsu, Happy and Lucy are just three in the group we get to know well in the shonen series Fairy Tail. From episode one we are able to register that this trio are going to be a fun group even if the story was focused on them. Of course it is not only focused on this set and the three have their big moments with other people, but their biggest moments are often with each other or for each other.  These three work in terms of the theme of Fairy Tail, something you will most likely hear me talk about in every post I make of Fairy Tail due to how important it is. The theme of this series is the glue that holds it together and although you can understand the events without this theme, it gives greater reasoning for the person’s actions and brings out deeper emotions in the reader/watcher. The biggest reason why they work is in a way that although they are friends they conceptualize a family bond. Natsu being the father, as stated by Lisanna when Happy was first found as an egg, Lucy as the mother, and Happy as the child. It isn’t a literal form of it by any means and Happy and Lucy would never have a parental look on each other. The best idea of this is to show that Happy is often the more younger joyful one, seen as a “father’s boy in some eyes. Natsu would be the brute, noted to be caring for his family but also a bit lost minded. Finally there is Lucy, the more mindful and kind of the group but also not afraid to put her foot down if needed.  Even if you do not see those three as a small family, their friendship is the strongest bond they have best bound together by their personality match. They each are filled with excitement and ready for adventure with their goals always in the forefront of their mind right behind what would be good for their guild and each other. Their own lives behind their goals. Lucy is the biggest example of the one that manages to keep a clear head during the most stressful situations while Natsu is the one to do what his gut instincts are aiming for. Happy is a mixture of the two, able to come up with ideas while also being brave when he needs to be and fighting. Even without thinking of these three as a trio, they still work as individual personalities, Natsu and Lucy being better than this than Happy due to Happy being so close to Natsu. However, Happy also managed to his own moments. Lucy manages to set herself aside as a sexualized girl, but she is also shown to be extremely smart and talented as a wizard. Natsu is the one that is your typical protagonist, a fighter who thinks of his actions later but has some sort of brain cell in there. He’ll be willing to do almost anything in order to get answers and his fiery personality gives him strength. Happy on the other hand finally had his moment during Edolas when he stands up for himself and Carla, but he is often stuck with either one of these two. However, when he is with these two he seems to bring out the best in them with his witty jokes. When watching Fairy Tail from the beginning to current, you see the slow build up of trust between Natsu and Lucy, although it seems a bit sudden at times. Natsu teases her at first, although she doesn’t understand his teasing quite yet until later and he doesn’t quite understand how truly smart she is as a wizard. However, as they are guildmates in Fairy Tail, they put faith in each other and trust the abilities that the others have. They flush this out as the series progresses with Lucy knowing full well that Natsu will protect her and she eventually does the same for him multiple times. Overall, I adore watching this small group and the relationship they have with each other. I do miss the original scenes we had in the beginning of the series, but alas the show goes on and so the stakes grow. Anyways, as always I would adore to hear your opinions! <3 So far your comments have been so fun to read and I appreciate the love I have gotten on my previous posts!

See you later in the Deep End!

[lord-squiggletits]

If you're on right now, want to help me double check the timeline for Megatron's trial on Luna-Two? I just realized I'm kinda wishy-washy on the details of what happened when, like the order of events from Starscream's speech to the Lost Light taking off and OP's team heading to Earth. The non-linear storytelling certainly does not help with keeping track

Okay so I'm not a lore expert by any means and I'm glossing over a lot of the fine details of the story, but the way I remember Megatron's trial and surrounding events is roughly this sequence:

Pre-Dark Cybertron, Optimus (as Orion) accepted a permanent exile from Cybertron and left the planet in order to maintain peace and get the neutrals to calm down. He spent the ensuing issues of exRID all the way to Dark Cybertron basically following a breadcrumb trail of a bunch of planets that Shockwave had put experimental ores in (Ore 1 thru 13), basically a bunch of stuff that doesn't really matter for the sake of your question. He wasn't on Earth yet at that time.

Megatron has his heel-face turn and becomes an Autobot at the end of Dark Cybertron. The final ~2 pages are him and Optimus talking about Shockwave and then Optimus asking Megatron if he's ready to go out and face what happens next.

Megatron's trial. Megatron was basically willing to face the music and accept his fate, but then Starscream makes the speech ripping Megatron to shreds (BASED) which causes Megatron to invoke the Luna-2 "can only be tried by the Knights of Cybertron" backup plan he set up by asking to be put on trial on Luna-2 to begin with. He explains this to Optimus in a conversation in his cell. Optimus allows his request to go on the quest for the Knights, but only on the condition that Megatron makes a speech telling the Decepticons to demobilize (and go on a diet of fool's energon, not mentioned until later in MTMTE). Megatron does this and gets sent off as co-captain of the Lost Light.

Meanwhile Galvatron has taken over the Decepticons while Megatron went out to get milk from the grocery store. Galvatron and Soundwave make a deal with the humans to help them build a "peaceful" "space commune". The humans are okay with this because Megatron defecting to the Autobots magically makes every other Decepticon trustworthy, including Megatron's former lieutenant who was literally on the ground killing humans like 4 years ago but whatever. After Megatron's trial and related bullshit is settled, Optimus and some others go down to Earth and try to covertly stop Galvatron and co. while also trying not to fall astray of the humans (who hate Autobots now due to plot reasons)

I glossed over like, A LOT A LOT of stuff, but as far as where Optimus and Megatron are before/after Megatron's trial, those are the most important details. I have a lore-loving mutual who might reblog this with better details if she's in the mood.

[o-craven-canto]

Again on the subjects of parasites.

Meet Wolbachia.

These handsome fellows are three individuals of Wolbachia, happily residing in their place of choice -- an insect cell. Wolbachia is a bacterium, loosely related to Rickettsia, whom we have to thank for typhus and other louse- or tick-borne diseases. As it happens, they are also relatives of those ancient bacteria that took residence in our own cells and became our faithful mitochondria.

You don’t have to fear ever being infected by Wolbachia: it does not enter vertebrates. Arthropods, however, are not so lucky. (Nor are their close relatives, Nematode worms.) After all, Arthropods make up >90% of all (known!) animal species, and 40% of all animal biomass. A feast for parasites!

Now, Wolbachia has done one better than most pathogens. Not content with horizontal transmission (i.e., from individual to nearby individual), it has graduated to vertical transmission (i.e., from parent to child). The way Wolbachia accomplishes this is quite simple: it hides away in eggs.

Every time its host lays an egg, the parasitic bacterium slips in some copies of itself. Every time a host cell divides, the bacteria divide with it. Every time a host individual reproduces, the bacteria reproduce with it. Every time a host population moves away... well, you can put several sections of the Nematode or Arthropod phylogenetic trees right next to the phylogenetic tree of the Wolbachia they host, and you will see they have the same shape, branching and splitting in the same points and with the same pattern. Host and parasite evolve together.

Alas, this trick works only with eggs -- sperm cells are far too small to contain clandestine bacteria. Which means a full half of all hosts are useless for Wolbachia to propagate its own genes! Our fair bacterium wants (in the same sense that water “wants” to flow to the sea, or that fire “wants” to consume its fuel) to be hosted only by females.

How to accomplish that? Over millions of years (and billions of generations) of trial and error, Wolbachia found four ways.

(source: Werren et al. 2008)

Feminization. Straightforward enough, and yet the rarest. If you are in a male, and want to be in a female, why not make it so? In some butterflies and true bugs, and most commonly in wood lice, Wolbachia works its magic -- during male development, the bacterium interferes with the hormon signals of its host (remember Sacculina?) to turn it into a fertile female.

Parthenogenesis. In some thrips, wasps, and mites, Wolbachia has so perfected its biochemical manipulation of its host that it can grant its female carriers the ability to reproduce asexually. (It’s not so uncommon, among insects.) A parthenogenetic female will, with few exceptions, generate only females, so all will be able to carry the parasite.

Male killing. Simple but paradoxical. Some Wolbachia species, mostly carried by flies, beetle, butterflies, and funky little pseudoscorpions, simply kill their host before hatching whenever they find themselves inside a male. You might think it absurd -- is it not suicide? It is. But every Wolbachia cell is an exact clone of all the ones surrounding it (more so than most pathogens, thanks to its reliance on vertical transmission). So if you, a male-carried bacterium, happen to contain a male-killing gene, then your female-carried kin, which being your clones will also carry the male-killing gene, will enjoy more resources to produce more infected eggs. So the male-killing gene prospers. You will die; but your genes won’t care.

Cytoplasmic incompatibility. The most sophisticate, and yet the most widespread, known in many orders of insects as well as mites and wood lice. In a partially infected population, four possible pairings may occur, as both the female and the male can each be infected or not. As long as the female is infected, Wolbachia carries on, regardless of the male’s status. If neither party is infected, the bacterium is powerless. But what happens when the male is infected, and the female is not? Well, then Wolbachia makes sure to kill its host’s children (or at least some). Over and over, until the male happens to mate with an infected female -- and then he will find he can have an offspring at last. What the parasite actually does is modify the sperm of an infected male so that its chromosomes will be misaligned during the fertilized egg’s first division. This always results in aborted embryos, unless the egg is modified in the same way by resident parasites, in which case development proceeds as intended. Of course the bacteria carried by the male will not reproduce in any case: they are not in the sperm. But their sibling-clones in their host’s partner will, as uninfected females find themselves slowly dying out, and that’s enough.

Strangely enough, Wolbachia has taken a different route altogether in some Nematodes. No longer a parasite, for them it’s a mutualist, cooperating with its host to the benefit of both. Unfortunately for us, it does so mostly in Filarioidea, which includes such charming fellows as heartworms, eye worms, and the agent of elephantiasis. And they definitely attack vertebrates. Happily, though, this gives us an avenue of counterattack: killing Wolbachia with antibiotics effectively kills the filaria as well.

There are plans to weaponize Wolbachia against malaria-carrying mosquitoes and other disease-carrying insects. Perhaps it can make itself useful to us, too.

[leontyne]

I lost my mother last week. You know this kind of thing happens.. it's almost guaranteed to lose your parents, unless something terrible happens and your parents lose you first. I know it could.. but nothing can prepare you for it.

My mother had 5 children. I was her 3rd and only girl. When I was younger I remember getting upset about not getting a sister. My brothers had a sister and 3 brothers. I had 4 brothers and no sister.

My mum handled it like a champ of course. She wanted more girls but 5 was her limit of tries. So her solution was to step in for anything I might need a sister for. Helping me pick clothes, doing my hair, helping with makeup, explaining puberty, answering embarrassing questions, hyping me up when I needed, befriending my friends, pushing me when I needed it, giving me the tough talks.

My mother became my best friend and I never once got embarrassed by her despite her worrying qbout that. Alot. She'd ask if I'd rather go to this movie with friends or hang out with someone else for the day instead of her. No. Of course not. I was so proud to have such a wonderful mum. She was fun, smart, hilarious, caring, brave, protective, beautiful, kind and so incredibly good. How could I ever not want to spend time with her?

Some of my friends had different relationships with their mums, ranging from the typical "That's my mum, she buys me stuff and cooks for us and helps me when I get hurt. I love her" to the "She's so annoying, why can't she just leave me alone" relationships. If I had to hang out with friends that treated their mums like c**p for no reason I'd go home and immediately crawl into my mums arm and hug her (even as an adult) and tell her about how horrid they were to their mum and how I could never do that. She always hugged me tighter at those times.

She got sick 3 years ago, and after months of blood tests and iron infusions she ended up in the ER and was admitted and kept for 18 months. Eventually she was diagnosed with Refactory Celiacs and they started trial drugs and treatment. After her bone marrow transplant and chemo she stabilized enough to come home, not because she was better but because her mental health was so low from being away from home for so long that the doctors and nurses insisted she should be allowed home.

Home helped her happiness but the pain never left, the symptoms never left, the disadvantages and restrictions never left. She persisted though. She had to go back sometimes when an infection came up or she lost too much blood or, as her last admittance, she had difficulty breathing.

Her last stay was 2 months long. She couldn't breathe easy which they'd found shadows on her lungs but biopsies showed nothing. Her right arm was no longer responsive, she'd be lucky to move her fingers. Doctors did a few lumbar punctures but only found 2 types of t-cells present. Her last operation was to get more punctures but they took too few so they were rescheduling. Her liver and kidneys were failing because of her TPN but she was dependent on that so she was told she'd be eligible for organ transplants as she didn't drink or smoke.

She also developed an infection they diagnosed as staff a week before her passing before changing that to sepsis as her oxygen got so low they had to keep uping her delivery of such (nose hoses, then mask, then hood, then eventually the throat tube). She was moved to ICU, put on every antibiotic they can physically put in her body, put her in an induced coma and hooked her up to the oxygen tube and dialysis. 6 hours later we got a call from ICU saying she had took a turn and another 6 hours of sitting by her side holding her hand, still in her coma, they had to start turning the machines off.

My world narrowed at that point, and we hyper focused on mums funeral which we had yesterday. It's been a complete blur and I'm still struggling to understand that she's not here. I reach for my phone to call her. I push share on a cute puppy video. I order her lollies and get excited to surprise her. I hear something funny and have it half typed out before I stop. I look towards her chair to smile at her. I sit in her seat in the car and plan to move when we pick her up despite that not being the meaning of the trip. I write another chapter but I can't get her to read it. I push my anxiety limits and fears and beat them but I can't tell her or see her massive grin and hear her tell me how so very proud she is and plan with her what we'll do when we're both better. I cry from my thoughts and heart. In public. In private. I cry hard, loud and I can't stop until I'm exhausted. I can't look at my ceiling because she covered it with glow in the dark stars when I was 20 while I was at work. Half my books she bought me. Half my plushies she bought me. Half my clothes she bought me. Half my room is her and memories of her. Her dogs, her cat, her photos, her seat, her trinkets, her renovations, her art, her tissues, her lollies, her hoodie, her shoes, her spare room/clean room, her blankets, her pillows, her everything is everywhere..

My mother was my biggest fan, my rock, my best friend and the bravest person I knew and I can't wrap my head around not being able to speak to her again.. she is everywhere but nowhere to be found. I catch myself talking aloud to her. I talk to her in my mind and memos and I say our catch phrases and my laugh is hers and my smile is hers and my face is hers and I'm so so.. numb.. empty.. lost.. broken. I'm 32, my mother was 53. I thought I'd have so many more years with her.. but now she won't see my wedding, or any of the boys. She wont meet any of my kids or any more added by the boys. She wont help me move or drive or write or pick me up after a break up or help me with advice for wooing a pretty girl or picking my next pair of converse or drag me to watch ANOTHER Fast and Furious movie or get to watch the 2nd season of Wednesday or go camping again.. she had so many plans.. and I don't like knowing how quickly all of that.. life.. is gone. I'm terrified and heartbroken and angry qnd I can't even go to the one person who could help me sort through it.

My mother was the biggest part of my life and now that part is gone and I have no idea what to do.. I'm eating because she'd want me to. I'm sleeping because she'd want me to. I'm going outside and talking because she'd want me to. I'm keeping in contact with the boys because she'd want me to. I'm keeping dad grounded because she'd want me to. But I don't want anything.. I don't know how to deal with that.. so instead I'm here writing a long a** post that will not be read and hoping it helps my heart feel a little less like a broken mess.

[paint-lady]

🖊️

Can you talk about Connie?

I wrote Connie as a character to play in a horror rp server in Spring of 2023. One of my friends is very active in the server and was excited when I said I could bring some more horror to the table. I had a decent time for the duration I was there, but ultimately I found some of the writing requirements to be too stressful and was not having fun battling the perfectionism to meet those requirements.

Story: This is a tragedy- through and through. Like I'm talking I might wanna break out some Greek theatre masks and make the whispers in her head the chorus. Connie struggles against her desire for revenge and whether or not that will bring her peace of mind, and she struggles against powers that seek to control her- and in doing so sacrifices her own newfound free will.

In short, Connie is what is known as an evolved human (think x-men). Her powers focus around the control of energy. She can absorb, amplify, or transform it to her will. This makes her a very dangerous being in the hidden world of the supernatural, but also an incredible tool. A few years after developing her abilities, Connie was kidnapped and placed in a facility for testing on these evolved humans. [This particular facility was run by witches, humans whose magic is hereditary and honed through rigorous practice.] At the time, Connie had little control over her abilities, and was given hefty doses of medications that suppressed her amplification powers, and amphetamines to turn her powers back on when it was time for her round of examinations. Once she figured out what these drugs did, she began hiding some of them- planning on using them at the opportune moment. Connie breaks out of her prison...sort of. After years of isolation, tests, and unknown rituals...she is suddenly let go. She doesn't believe her captor's sudden change of heart and warm smiles. So she injures (if not kills) one of them and takes the pills she managed to hide, and runs out of the facility into the English countryside.

Paranoia consumes her. Her captors could reclaim her at any moment and put her back in her cell. Some of them had magic, after all, they would find her. She does her best to hide and live a life free from their control, but that is impossible with her powers no longer suppressed. They will find her again. Ultimately, she decides the only way she will ever find peace and safety is going to be the day when every single one of her captors and experimenters are dead.

That is easier said that done. She makes her way to London to seek out any leads on where her facility was, and who was running it. She has rationalized that she is bound to run into some sort of supernatural in London, but didn't expect the first one to be a bloodsucking creep.

Enter Edmund Selwyn, who appears to be an older, mild-mannered gentleman- who's vampiric blood is stained black. Within Edmund is an all-consuming thing, and Connie's powers amplify the abilities Edmund is granted from it. With a single drop of Connie's blood, Edmund's shadows can stretch across entire blocks and creep into the slimmest of cracks. He knew better than to waste her blood on a single meal, and instead offers her safe haven in exchange for exclusive feeding rights.

Connie and Edmund don't ever see eye to eye, but they have very conveniently aligned goals. Connie want's revenge against her captors and to quiet all the noise in her mind. Edmund has the connections and cover ups to get her that information. Additionally, Edmund's bite silences all the noise in her mind- and she is desperate to feel that quiet again and again. Edmund's tastes as a vampire are maturing, and needs more potent blood to satiate his hunger. A vampire of his age needs a stable power base and controlled individuals in order to survive. Gaining access to the records of these facilities and which supernaturals ran them provides him an invaluable edge over the other creatures of the night.

Eventually the two would go head to head against the people that captured and harmed Connie. The final confrontation would force her to choose between the revenge she wants and peace in her head and sparing Edmund, the creature she is bonded to. Edmund's death would take away all the stability she had earned with him and she would have to deal with the withdrawal of the vampiric bond (which would be unbearable). Or she could save him and sacrifice her new friends, and play right into the plans of her captors.

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My scene partner and I had planned out an entire arc of Edmund and Connie growing as characters together, but we had strict boundaries. The nature of the relationship between Connie and Edmund was always going to have a power imbalance -that was a key part of the story. Connie was going to become addicted to the quieting sensation the bite gave her, and it was going to become a confrontational scene between her and Edmund. It was going to cause problems when he took her hunting, as she would purposefully use her powers to amplify the sensation of hunger within him- forcing him to bite her instead of hunting.

Another scene we had planned was for them both to discuss their disconnection from themselves: both Connie and Edmund hide their accents, Irish and Welsh, respectively; and how it was a comfort they didn't have to hide that from each other at least.

Connie would meet a few other key characters. A few notable ones were Robyn, a telepathic evolved human; Talamh an Domhan, an earth aspected witch (and possible romantic interest); and AJ, a shadowmancer. One of the major things Connie had to confront was how there were magic users that weren't going to harm her and some even actively cared about her, and these magic users had to recognize the damage their families had done to an entire generation (and are still continuing to do so). Some were very interested in dismantling the old laws that allowed such practices.

More Connie lore:

Name Significance Part 1: the name Constance Boltzmann is a reference to the Boltzmann Constant, a fundamental proportionality constant that shows the relation between the thermodynamic temperature of a gas and the average relative kinetic energy of the particles in the gas.

Whew- that's a mouthful. In the best non-physics terms I can explain as someone who doesn't actively study them but wants to be just accurate enough: Particles move faster when the temperature is higher. Where things really start to fall apart is when talking about entropy. The Boltzmann constant is also used in calculating entropy, which is getting into sciences far beyond my caliber of academics. And where my Secret World chaos fiction brain is like brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Name Significance Part 2: Connie is Irish, and her actual birth name is Conchobarre, a feminine form of Conchobar. Like many fictional and magical stories, true names have power. Connie has forgotten her name, which is a heavy handed metaphor for Irish diaspora, but it also protects her from bindings and magic that rely on knowledge of a true name. Using the name Connie or Constance in spells or deals with fiends will never truly bind her. Those that do know her name are either dead or soon to be.

Worldbuilding Lore: The world constructed in that rp server pulls elements from Discworld, World of Darkness, and The Dresden Files. Magic is real, Monsters are real, and they are everywhere if you know where to look. Like VtM, there is a veil that supernatural creatures are supposed to uphold (ie, humans dont know about the existence of the supernatural) and failure to do so should result in death.

Notable creatures include the big three: vampires, werewolves, and witches. All three of these have vast histories and their own internal politics and taboos. There are also demons, the spawn of Lilith and Lucifer, as well as a wide range of human hunters who seek to destroy all the stuff that goes bump in the night. Standard stuff.

Connie is none of these. Connie is an EVO, or evolved human. Think x-men and mutants. The supernatural world at large does not know where these humans are getting their powers: if they are bargained for them or if it is hereditary like a witch's powers.

The out of character explanation is EVOs are more akin to DnD sorcerers, where someone in the family tree has had a few rounds with something supernatural. I personally found that explanation to be a little lacking, yet still an okay base for Connie's powers. It is my personal interpretation that EVO powers are more than hereditary, there are optimal conditions for humans to develop supernatural abilities. And there are people with a vested interest in discovering, researching, and exploiting these conditions.

Connie's Powers: By the server lore, Connie is a Siphon evo. This meant she was very in-tune with energy and had the ability to control it. I dove down a rabbit hole of understanding energy and its multitude of forms, and how quickly energy can be transferred. She has to be connected to the energy in order to manipulate it, usually through touch or close proximity. But once she is connected, she can amplify the energy, diminish it, or change its form entirely.

Her powers even extend to magical energies, and other supernatural presences. While she herself cannot cast spells or understand the theorycraft that is magic, she can make someone else's magic stronger or weaker if she establishes a connection. Notably, she does this to Edmund's shadow control. Edmund's powers are not magical in nature, the energy and will stems from something older.

Connie also has a very intense connection with the energies around her. Different forms of energy resonate at different frequencies to her. Some even sound like music. Electricity hums- literally. When there's many different energies in one place, it can sound like a cacophony and be overwhelming to her. Once she learned how to "tune in" to different energies, she could effectively manipulate them. Eventually, she would learn how to put different energies in harmony, and manipulate more than one at once. This mainly manifested as a controlled power boost AoE.

When there isn't a good connection to a source of energy, Connie's powers will pull from her own body. Frequently, she will sap the warmth from her hands to fuel other powers. Her hands always look like they are healing from frostnip and her fingernails are purpled.