#I don't have many followers here atm but I hope you've all been having a fantastic year so far c:

[maerrine]

Hello all! It's been a while. I haven't been very active here for a good few months, mostly because I don't really know what to post about and have spending time on my RP blogs instead, but I'd really like to start being here more if possible.

So for my first topic of choice... surprising no-one, it's bsd related, but- I've been thinking about Akutagawa more lately, and he's been slowly rising up the ranks of my favorite BSD characters. But I want to understand him more!

So if any of you have any good meta on him that you happen to have on hand, or if you'd just like to talk about him in ims or wherever... feel free to let me know if you'd like! No pressure of course, but if you are interested, I'd be super happy to get my hands on anything tbh. Thank you!

[catgirl-kaiju]

i'm saying this as a trans man and someone who has watched this infighting that seems to be brewing for a long while so don't think i want to continue it further by dragging you in the mud of it all especially after seeing that you already get targeted by terfs i for one don't even follow genderkoolaid and have a lot of bad takes but i know that their good ones do circulate in my circles for things like databases for trans man hate crimes and what have you things that are invaluable to trans people to have as support in the community the baggage behind a lot of these words that get thrown around like "transandrophobia" just leave a bad taste in my mouth and i feel like if they will have any validity in academia and social justice all the theory will get ironed out in the next few years and so i just don't see any use defending THE WORD let alone THE SLUR THAT MANY USE but i think that it needs to be understood that the word """"transandrophobia"""" is not a organized school of thought with everyone attached to some discord group that has secret infighting targets and takes pot shots at trans women all i ever see is people using the word, talking about WHY THE SLUR IS A SLUR, and wanting to talk about problems trans men face without always having to use the word "misandry" because it is deeply upsetting that in so many ways we are born women, we live as women, and will never escape womanhood i feel like not being able to escape the things people perceive you as and the assumptions and fears (especially the fears people think are justified when they are very much not) are a universal trans experience and so it really hurts to just see people spot a basic word like "transandrophobia" being used in a post and deem an entire group of people bigots i see trans mascs and intersex people do the same for "tme/tma" where they just totally avoid anyone who uses these terms its tearing the community apart and making it harder to remember how much we have in common and bigots want us to be alone and defenseless like that... sorry that this was long winded, i'm sure you've heard all of this before i just felt i needed to vent because its really not about the blog its about the general way people navigate in fighting genderkoolaid is not someone i'm really willing to defend, let alone the other blogs that get tossed around that have been in heavy water so i hope i've made that clear here at the very least

hey i don't really follow what you're saying here. i'm not sure what slur the slur you're referring to is, and i'm very unclear what your point is abt transandrophobia. i'm also confused abt which intersex people u are referring to that don't like the terms tme/tma. i'm intersex and use those terms, and i've seen other intersex folks actually prefer those terms for discussions about transmisogyny because of how it shifts the focus away from very binary way that sex is talked about in the AGAB model.

this is, in general, confusing and makes me uncomfortable in ways i can't really articulate atm. i think chief among them is a kind of "but, what about me" vibe i'm getting from this at a time i am being more vocal than ever abt how transmisogyny affects me and other tma folks.

although i'm not sure what your stance on the term "transandrophobia" and the ideas behind it are, i can say that very much disapprove of it for reasons others have articulated so much better than i could. i think issues that uniquely affect trans masc folks are worth talking about, but i think the framing of conflating those issues with the way transmisogyny functions is just the wrong way to go about it. much like how "misandry" is not really a helpful way to talk abt the ways that cis men are affected by patriarchal systems, as those issues are not equivalent to the way misogyny functions. very telling that before the term "transandrophobia" was used, the same ideas were being described with the term "transmisandry"

[quiveringdeer]

Hi nat 🥺🥺 I’m choked atm w thoughts of Bertie being dead so may I pls request some hesdcanons of him like. Coming back to life at the end of aot and reuniting w a Paradisian reader who has forgiven him. And missed him dearly? Maybe Reiner is also there and they have a big group hug or something? 😭😭💪

Awwww Tado sweetie. 🥺💗💗💗

I'm sorry this has been sitting in my inbox so long without response. My brain has such a tough time with these cause it refuses to suspend further disbelief with canon but imma do it for you. 🧡

Somehow Bertholdt comes back. Maybe Ymir decides to completely bring back some of the shifters who were killed during the transfers, like him Ymir, Porco, Marcel even. Gosh that's heartbreaking considering how many folks don't get that chance but damn it we're focusing on reunion Bertie things ok!! 😤😤😤

He comes back in the area where he died. Completely whole and with knowledge of what all's happened because of being in The Paths. Everything around him is completely destroyed due to the Rumbling. There are folks rummaging through the wreckage, looking for survivors, trying to salvage anything they can, and he immediately moves to start helping. Knowing all that he knows now--hell knowing what he knew before he died--there's no difference between him and anyone here. And without Marley knowing he's alive, he has no reason to keep allegiance. And there's no way for him to easily get across the ocean to make his presence known to his father or Reiner or anyone--he's not even certain he wants to. Not after everything. Not when so many aren't getting this second chance at life. A second chance he's doesn't feel deserving of. So he just decides to join the small populace of other survivors trying to make way in a world that doesn't make much sense anymore.

The idea that you would've somehow forgiven him after everything doesn't cross his mind. It's not something he would've dared hoped for. He certainly doesn't expect you to be thinking of him when there are so many other important things to be prioritizing.

Luckily, as massive as the colossals were, they didn't begin to spread out in formation until reaching the ocean. So, while there is irreparable damage done to the land, there's still unmarred land left on Paradis for folks to inhabit. If nothing else, there's the area of the island on the side of the walls opposite the rest of the world.

I feel like, due to Bertholdt thinking there's no way you'd forgive him, he wouldn't seek you out. It'd have to happen by happen stance. Maybe you're part of the Alliance along with Reiner? And in the aftermath of so much death and destruction, humans are going to probably cling to things that feel familiar. Especially pomp and circumstance. So whenever the Alliance is set to visit the palace, there's a big to do. It becomes common knowledge that the main members of the Alliance are those who had key roles to play in The Rumbling.

As much as Bertholdt knows he needs to keep his head down. And that he shouldn't test the tenuous thread of normalcy he's been able to rebuild for himself, he can't help but join the throngs of folks lining the streets as the convoy of officials make their way to the palace.

And as fate would have it--cause we love cliche moments of fate in this house!--You end up catching sight of him in the crowd.

Sure you dream of him often, but you've never actually hallucinated him while awake. Immediately you grab Reiner's hand and tell him to pinch you. Of course Reiner is asking why would he do that, but your eyes haven't left their lock on Bertholdt and as much as he knows he should probably leave, he's frozen in place.

You're talking to Reiner and fiddling with his hands while you sit on the back of the open top car, but he notices your eyes locked on something so he follows your line of sight to see the ghost that haunts both of you.

"Bertholdt?"

"You see him too? I'm not dreaming this?"

"I...think so."

No matter how much neck craning you both do, eventually it's impossible to keep sight of him as the vehicles trudge on. You're damn near about to jump out of the moving car except that Reiner keeps you in place. Jumping out now would cause a scene, and this isn't the time nor the place.

As soon as you're released from the duties of being an Alliance official, you're headed out of the palace grounds to where you'd caught sight of him in the crowd. Reiner's on your heels and has somehow convinced himself that you both must have been seeing some shared hallucination. What other explanation could there be?? But he's not able to keep you from going to check and he wouldn't let you go alone so he's by your side.

You've trudged up and down the streets and alleyways multiple times and haven't caught sight of him again. It's getting late and most people are either home, headed there, or headed toward different taverns for food and drink. Two things that'll always keep you in business. Reiner has kept his mouth shut for the most part as you stalk up and through the streets. But now that it's getting dark he feels the need to cut this search off.

"We should head back. Things are tenuous as is and they'll be wondering where we've gone."

"I'm not going back until I find him."

Reiner grabs your arm, unintentionally jerking you back as your forward momentum is abruptly halted.

"We're not going to find him. Bertholdt. Is. Gone." He still struggled using the word, dead. But he was under no allusion that he was somehow alive.

"We saw hi-"

"Nothing. We saw nothing except someone that looked a lot like him. He can't be alive. Armin took on the Colossal and...and that's that."

"Fine," you shake your arm from Reiner's grasp, tucking it back by your side. "Then I'm going to find the man that looks like him."

"How? Do you plan to knock on every door and ask to meet every resident?"

"If that's what it takes."

A pained groan leaves Reiner's throat as his palms drag over his face. "Do you hear yourself? This is insane!" It's not his intention to shout the last part but frustration and a messy concoction of other emotions are quickly taking hold.

"Bertholdt is dead, YN! Dead! He's not coming back and we're not going to see him again!" He's shaking at this point. And he's not sure if he's yelling at you or just trying to beat down the silly hope that'd sparked to life in his own heart earlier. "You're being unreasonable! What we saw was wishful thinking and we need to return to the palace before they realize we're gone. Now let's go!"

After it's all out the regret and guilt descend like vultures. Swooping in, pecking at his flesh, making him wince with every detail he takes in of your horrified expression.

"YN...I'm sorry I--"

Before he can finish you're stepping forward and grabbing his hand. Fingers lacing his own and squeezing tight. But your not looking up at him. You're looking past him.

"Bertholdt?"

Reiner clenches his jaw and sighs, squeezing you hand back. After all that he doesn't understand how you're still caught up on--

"Hi...I heard my name..."

The familiar voice has Reiner immediately whipping around. "No. No this is impossible."

As Reiner mumbles beneath his breath your other hand is reaching out and Bertholdt isn't sure if he should take it or not. Obviously he's already made trouble for you both. This was stupid of him. He should've kept walking but when he'd heard his name and seen you both standing here, he couldnt. Then you'd caught sight of him and any ability to leave had become impossible.

When he doesn't reach out for your hand you're moving forward, dragging Reiner along until you're holding Bertholdt's hand as well. It's warm. So warm. Your thumb runs beneath the underside of his wrist and you can his pulse.

Your grip is bruising but Bertholdt hasn't felt such a comforting sensation since he's been returned.

There are so many things racing through your head. Elation at being right. Thankful that your mind wasn't simply cracking beneath all the pressure and expectations. Incomprehension about how any of this was possible. So, so many things. And yet with all the tumultuous feelings swirling around, the next words you speak are clear and steady. "We've missed you so much."

Your hands release their hold on both men so you can wrap your arms around Bertholdt's lean frame. You're not aware of any exchange between the two men. Even if words were spoken you're too focused on recommiting the sound of Bertholdt's heartbeat to memory. Before too long you feel Reiner's body crowd in close as his arms wrap around you and Bertholdt.

[big-tiddie-squad]

I did it again.... 😶🤫

The Tease in the Recording Studio

"Try it again, but more seductive. We're going for a sexy vibe for this song, you have to make them feel like YOU want THEM." The producer in charge of the recordings offers. "You've got this, the fans already want you. You just need to give a little extra back to them."

Bangchan runs his hands through his hair. He's been singing the same part over and over, bringing forth his most charismatic personality, but Ms. Park says it's not enough after every recording. "Alright," he sighs, "let's try it again." He puts the headphone back up to his ear but you can see he's tired and confused on what she wants from him now.

"No problem, have a quick drink and we'll roll it back and start at the beginning again." The woman watches Chan through the glass studiously, then turns to you to apologize, "I'm sorry we're taking so long Ms. Y/L/N, but the job isn't done until it's perfect. I know you've been waiting here awhile but I appreciate you being patient with us. It shouldn't take much longer."

You always liked this recording producer. She was brilliant at her job and she's also very sweet and always allowed you to sit in while recording when you got bored of waiting at home. "It's fine! I understand completely. Can I say something to him before you start again though?" You ask.

"Words of encouragement are always welcome. Go ahead!" She shows you what to press to speak to him. You wet your lips and speak clearly through the small mic. "Channie?" He straightens and smiles at your pet name before replying right away, "Its okay if you wanna wait at home sweetheart, I know it's taking me a bit to get this right but I'll be home at some point tonight, you don't have to wait for me."

"What-? I'm not going anywhere," you laugh, "I just wanted to let you know that you can do absolutely do this, I know you're tired but I also know that you've got this!! Just know I'm here to support you!" You offer up a cheesy grin and wink at him causing him to laugh as well.

"Of course I do. I'm sexy after all right? Singing seductively should come easy to me if I don't think too hard." His eyes brighten and he puts his headphones on before giving his producer a thumbs up to signal he's ready.

"Here we go again!" She says cheerfully, as you sit down on the couch to watch your boyfriend make magic happen.

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A frustrated growl leaves Chan as Ms. Park tells him to take a break. It's been over an hour and he's made no progress. He chugs his water bottle and slams it down. You don't typically see him this angry and maybe it's caused by sitting here for so long but... it's kind of hot. He only gets aggressive when you guys are intimate, becoming a whole other person it seems. You get up to go eat something with him while you all take a break.

You both sit in the small break room together as you watch him eat the small sandwich you brought him from home hours ago.

"I just don't understand what I'm doing wrong?" He complains, furiously taking a bite. "How can I not have given off the right vibe by now?" He licks his lips and you're thighs close on their own, stirring up memories of what the two of you did last night. His tongue seemed to have a map of your pussy memorized. Oh how he took you on a mind altering trip. Bending you to his will, literally.

He notices you're staring into the distance and waves a hand in front of your face, "Y/N? You okay? Maybe you should go home and go to sleep now, it's already 11:18 at night." He reaches down and puts his hand on your knee, you'd worn a cute black skirt that comes about halfway up your thighs. Thanks to his touch alone, an immediate urge woke in you and caused you to almost jolt from the contact. Apparently, your poker face needs some practice because Chan picked up on it almost instantly. His eyes dilate a bit as he watches you take your lower lip into your mouth and your breath hitches.

"Oh princess..." he coos at you teasingly, "does my little love need some special attention?" He slides his hand up from your knee to your thigh and begins to stand up and lean in slowly, almost like a predator stalking his prey. "Well, do you?" Every nerve in your body is firing off and your brain is giving you a fight or flight command, but that's what he wants right? He wants you to feel like prey, like you need to run. You wonder if you don't back off... if you were a bit disobedient, maybe this time you could take charge...how would he react?

Wouldn't hurt to find out right?

"Why does it matter? It's not like we have any time for you to do anything about it." You smirk at him, folding your arms and leaning back. His face goes slack for about .5 seconds before his eyes turns a whole new shade of brown. So dark you could be lost in them forever. "Excuse me-" he begins, teeth gritted, just as the door opens to reveal a newly energized producer.

"LETS GO PARTY PEOPLE! We need to get this done and I feel like this next take is gonna be perfect!" She's comes and goes like a hurricane leading the way to the recording room, with you and Bangchan following behind.

Once you all get to there, Chan immediately goes into the small sound proof portion to begin. However, his eyes continue to flit to you, and you can tell he's a little annoyed with being interrupted in the break room. Especially after your last comment.

Ms. Park tells him he's definitely giving off the right kind of energy atm and to keep his head space where it's currently at for the song.

And then you have a wonderful idea. Seriously, you should be an evil temptress. He nods at her but doesn't take his eyes off you for long as he starts singing. Perfect. You look at the back of his Ms. Park's head making sure she's focused on what she's doing. Before swiping your tongue slowly and suggestively over your lips, making full eye contact with Chan. He stumbles over his words, and Ms. Park sighs and asks him to start over, jokingly saying that that was just a warm up.

You smirk it feels nice to have control especially when he isn't able to do anything about it. You're almost positive that this will come back to bite you in the ass but.... it's kind of fun. So you continue. You lean forward and dig through your purse, fishing out a sucker, but as you do you begin letting your breasts tumble out as much as possible. His voice has a slight subtle change to it. And the producer claps her hands excitedly. So far so good.

You sit up and unwrap the sucker placing it in your mouth as you open your legs widely before crossing them, knowingly giving Chan a peep show. His voice is radiating through your body now causing a deep aching in your cunt. Damn was this what Ms. Park was wanting from him. You didn't know how you felt about other girls receiving this special type of feeling from him. A small sting of jealousy courses through you and though you know how deeply you've both fallen for each other. It's just a song, you tell yourself.

You decide to keep taunting him, and you finally run your tongue of over the sucker. You twist it against your lips before sucking it into your mouth, cheeks hollowing as you slowly pull it back out of your mouth smiling at him. His eyes haven't left you this whole time, and the dangerous and almost feral look he gave you was making you clench at nothing. Your pussy was already slick causing your panties to grow wet with your need. You didn't realize how much you were testing him.

He was already harder than hell but thankfully Ms. Park couldn't tell with his sweats and baggy hoodie on. He didn't know where you got this cocky and teasing attitude from but he couldn't wait to take you home and fuck it out of you. You'd never purposfully been this much of a tease before and he'd be lying if he said he didn't like it. He takes a breath before going into his solo part in the song and in that exact moment, he knew you were going to be punished tonight.

You'd waited for his part to come up and just before it did you spread your legs to show off your soaking panties slowly slipping a hand down over yourself and rubbing gently. You were so caught up on teasing him you hadn't realized how sensitive you'd gotten. The moment you pressed onto your clit you're mouth opened a bit and you wiggle slightly at the stimulation.

And BOY does Chan notice, his hips jerk forward slightly. Chan watches as your legs close tightly around your wandering fingers, wanting so badly to to replace your fingers with his own. He's in the clear now. Finishing the song with a lusty, almost dangerous note as he sees you bring your fingers up to your lips and suck your own juices off of them with a minx-like grin. You pull your skirt back into place and pop the sucker back into your mouth.

"THAT WAS IT! THAT WAS AMAZING! It's exactly what we needed! We are DONE!" Ms. Park yells whilst jumping up and down. She turns to you and thanks you for your support. "I don't know WHAT you did on lunch to help him get the right mood but whatever it was we might have to have you in here more often!" She laughs. You all gather your stuff and part ways once you get out of the building.

Chan wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you in tightly before leaning down, voice rumbling in your ear, "you have awakened a whole new side of me I hope you know that."

You look up at him with the biggest most innocent grin you can muster, the friction of your thighs rubbing together and the meaning behind his words and tone setting your stomach alight with a monstrous sexual hunger. The walk home was difficult for many reasons and at least one of them was because Chan had slipped his hand under your top, fingers brushing your bare skin and adding to the discord of tingles you already had.

"Who would've known you could be such a brat," he says as you both make it to your apartment. He opens the door and let's you walk in first slapping you on the ass and causing you to squeak out in surprise. He enters behind you and locks the door before quickly grabbing your hand and pinning you against the wall. Your lips meet and you can taste his need, the pure desire to ruin you tonight. His hand sneaks into your skirt and panties feeling how wet you were for him. You moan at the contact, your body almost crumbling in on yourself. "Chan" you manage say. "Babygirl- you have a three second head start." He tells you voice coated with a dominant and feral tone as he removes his hand from your warm sheath and licks his fingers clean. "1.......2...." and before he could get to three you bolt for the bedroom, the immense need to run taking over. You haven't even made it 5 feet away before you hear him say three. Before his foot steps are sounding behind you. And all you can think is.

It's going to be a long night.

[uwusillygirl]

i truly loved reading your thoughts about this. it would be so fun if maybe you could occasionally post recs of your favorite books/movies/shows and maybe briefly share opinions on them? only if that would be fun for you of course! i'm just saying i, and i'm positive many of your readers/followers, would be delighted to see them!

you are absolutely right regarding NP featuring a parade of horrifying clueless men masquerading as doms where all of marianne's masochistic tendencies seem to get repeatedly exploited without the scenes being "resolved" in any meaningful or helpful way. & instead of an ideal result of her feeling somewhat better and at peace, they leave her the same raw bleeding wound of a girl. and your take on connell needing to prove to himself he's good and good TO marianne when in reality many times he has been anything but... really brilliant. i don't think i've ever thought of it that way, as lost as i was in my harrumphing about what i took as rooney's repeated portrayal of slow vanilla sex being equated to true quasi-soulmate-bond love and affection. though i am first to admit i am a very sensitive girl who will immediately take things to heart if i see myself in a piece of fiction, and sometimes miss the bigger literary analysis picture. i'm so glad i sent an ask! also lol @ paul and daisy definitely sacrificing some canon information to say get behind me BDSM baddies of all types we got y'all. (also idk if you've seen/heard but paul mescal is in a film called "aftersun" that i believe is playing in select theaters right now which from my understanding is a very dreamy and melancholy potentially-hysterical-tear-inducing two hours of him being a young girl dad. i have not seen it yet because i think it might actually break my brain in a very dangerous way that i am not equipped for atm, and i am already pre-mourning my sanity and emotional stability for when i finally bite the bullet)

also as someone who has full on sobbed to your beautiful cathartic words many times over, i am grateful to you for exploring freaky mentally unstable girls who maybe should re-evaluate their relationship to sex but also maybe shouldn't because sometimes it's ok to be insane and slutty if you have a partner to support you through it! if drugs can't fix you maybe having 15 orgasms in a row can! even though i think i am different from your chrissy in many ways, i have never felt so validated by a character and never felt so hopeful and fulfilled seeing her clawing her way to happiness. sometimes it feels like you've taken stuff from the darkest stickiest ugliest parts of my brain and put it on paper and i'm like ok well now i've got to have a three week crisis to deal with this now, except it usually ends in some necessary acceptance and potential healing and always at least a temporary period of bright hope for the future (which is so difficult to come by some days). so thank YOU!

i loved reading what you had to say, as well! thank you so much for sharing (u actually got my brain all crazy and now i'm writing a little something that'll hopefully be up tonight lmao)! i would be SO happy to share recs (including ones tailored to specific interests!) if that's something people would like! anyone can lmk! i watch and read a shit ton for my work, actually, so i'm always so happy to share thoughts. it'll give my loved ones a break from my random excitable rants, too.

going a little out of order here, but i have found that the day i let go of trying to understand, rid of, or narrativize my sexuality, gender expression, and sexual interests and just say "whether it came from some event or is inherent or is a choice, it just is what it is, and that's okay" it paradoxically became way less of an issue for me, and way easier to express what i like and want just for the sake of it. in my opinion, there's only so much exploring we can do before it becomes a sort of ouroboros of "i'm trying to work stuff out for me" turning into "i'm trying to be sexually palatable in a new way".

"get behind me bdsm baddies" is so fucking funny. i have actually seen aftersun and was one of the original hysterical criers over it. i can confirm it is a life ruiner, and yet i'm going in for a rewatch on sunday. best movie of the year in my opinion!

i am so flattered that first one's free has moved you! it's more than okay to be insane and slutty! i don't know you, but can pretty confidently say that your darkest stickiest ugliest parts of your brain are not that bad if my chrissy expresses them - she may think she's a mess but i think she (and anyone who resonates with her) is doing just great and is a good person deserving of good things <3 if i didn't believe that then i'd also be so fucked lmao.

hope the near future brings you those good things! glad to hear you're finding spaces to feel hopeful.

please send an ask whenever, i'm so glad you reached out!

[lyteupthelyfe]

Hey!

Since it seems both my posts and this blog have been getting a little bit of traction, I thought I might as well introduce myself properly to y'all!

Hi! I'm lyte! I run this blog/account! I hope you have a good time here!

More (blog type, fanfic I'm writing, blog future) below the cut!

So yeah, I'm lyte, and for clarity, yep, this is a multifandom blog, mainly for Fire Emblem: Three Houses and RWBY, though the other fandoms in my bio mean that if I wanted to, I would unhesitatingly post about, like, Octopath or Breath of the Wild, or whatever.

And on that, this is mainly a thoughts/discussion/theories/analysis blog, as in if you looked through all of my original posts and reblogs that I've added on to, like 90% of it is gonna be a theory or discussion or the like. And, reblogs/comments etc are encouraged! If you've got thoughts you wanna add to something I've posted, go ahead! Same for if you wanna know my opinions on something or respond to an ask meme--the askbox awaits!

Kinda going off the multifandom angle, I'm also a multishipper. If/when I post (or even write about in a fic) shipping content, that doesn't mean that I'm ride-or-die for that ship and that ship only by far.

Which reminds me, I haven't said it already but I am on Ao3 as lyteupthenyte! I have two active fics at the moment:

The Apex of the Worlds, an epic, multi-pov crossover fic that collides the worlds of Fire Emblem: Three Houses, Octopath Traveler, and the Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild, and is currently about a quarter or so done. You don't need to have necessarily played all three games, as I try my best to introduce each character/world so that while a google or tumblr search might be needed here or there, you won't be completely lost in the dark (hopefully). Synopsis as follows:

"After one hundred years, Link has to stop Ganon from rising again, and so too must Zelda. Sidon lives in the shadow of Mipha, while Yunobo thinks himself falling short of Daruk's legacy. Paya hopes to protect the Sheikah, all the while running from the tragedy of her past, and Teba does his part for the Rito by tamping on his deepest calls for righting the world. Riju is lost on how she can lead a people she's left endangered, but Adrian—born of the Yiga—is just as torn between his orders and his heart. Across an impossible distance, Edelgard's fragile dream is loftier than the stars themselves, while Primrose just wants to hide from herself.

But...what if they can somehow turn their world—their worlds—on its head? Just what would happen next?"

And Placeholder (Right Where You Left Me) is a short, also currently quarter-done, character study/fill-in-the-gaps RWBY fic about General Ironwood and an almost questionable rule-bending friendship with Ambrosius, the Relic of Creation, as he moves through his own life and the events of Volume '0', Volume 2, Volume 4 and Volume 6. Synopsis:

James Ironwood is usually a stickler for the rules. Rules like "Don't keep the Relics outside the Vaults."

Except, ever since he met Ambrosius, the Relic of Creation, he doesn't really want to follow that rule. For some ridiculous, gods-damned reason, he can't bring himself to put the Staff back in the Vault, not yet. Not. Yet.

But why? Why, why, why? For someone to talk to? To talk to without a moment passing by? To hold onto mystery and fantasy for just that bit longer?

For anything, is it really worth the riskiest friendship in all of Remnant?

Absolutely.

And, well, that's about it. I'll post about things I like, updates to the fics, any new fics I might write, thoughts, theories and discussions.

Oh! And just as i remember, there are a bunch of #lyte “….” tags on my blog! The most active one atm is “lyte does contraclass”, which follows my current fe3h playthrough!

Oh, and per my blog title, I absolutely do simp for many fictional men because I think they are all very pretty. But I won't post simp content. Probably.

At least... I don't... think... I will?

[funnyexel]

Wallet...

A/n: This is my first (published) AMBW (Asian Man Black Woman) story. This story is set in Korea, therefore the characters will speak korean but to save my time and your time, when they speak korean their text will be bold. If there are any typos or anything you don’t understand please let me know! Enjoy lovely’s <3333

Summary: This is a slice of life AMBW story. Returning a wallet is a simple, polite gesture any decent human would do, right?  *THIS IS PART 1*

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"I cannot believe you both dragged me here." You exclaimed walking with your two closest friends to the beach. "It'll be fun! You have to trust us this time!" You roll your eyes but give a small smile at the hope. You're tired of being the third wheel in your friend group. They've been trying to find you a date/boyfriend. For the longest, since moving to Korea you've been focusing on your job and up until now a love life wasn't important. "And look at you. You're bound to find a date." You smile brightly at they're uplifting words.

Korea is a romantic place. Not romantic but it promotes couples all the time and with you're friends unintentionally talking about they're flourishing love lives. You can't help but be a little depressed. Today, you're going to a beach-mall with your friends, a group of guys (including their boyfriends), and a few girls to even out the group. As you approach the beach of the establishment, many Koreans stop to stare. It's very normal, it's not everyday they see a stunning trio of black women or black people in general. You make it to the part of the beach you reserved for your little hangout. You greet all the ladies and men with a pleasant smile. They return the gesture.

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"We're going to head into the mall." There they go again. Leaving after they see you're comfortable with the crowd. You were comfortable but it didn't feel like anything here could potentially blossom into something other than a friendship. "Boring!" You chuckle into your words but wave them bye. Going back to the group of people, downing liquor like water and dancing till their legs gave out. Your freshly manicured hands, glide across your throat. The blazing heat was making you parched and the alcohol wasn't helping in the slightest. "Can anyone spare 800 won for a water? I only brought card." The vending machine here only took cash and coin. One of the guys gave you 1000 won and offered to come with you. 

"No, I wouldn't mind." You smile and raise from your seat. During the walk to the mall you both had small talk. "How long have you been in Korea?" He asks in his language. "I've been here for 3 years." You answer. He throws a cup in the trash bin and follows you to the vending machine. You hold out your hand for the money but your eyes meet a frantic man. "Where is it?" You ask. He shrugs giving himself a pat down. You roll your eyes and look around. 'Is it in the trash?' You thought as you remember his interaction with the trash can. You walk to that trash can and find the money but underneath it a brown wallet. You pick up the wallet and money out the trash.

"Whose wallet..?" You whisper to yourself opening the wallet. You became speechless at the stack of cash it held. You take out the drivers license and study it. "hyeon seoko ? Hyeon Seoko..." After multiple tries you finally sound out his name. You walk back to the guy at the machine, hiding the wallet behind your back. "I couldn't find the money but it's okay. I'll go check for an atm. Don't wait up." You wave him as you leave and sigh. You tuck the drivers license in your small purse and head for the lost and found.  

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With no line at the lost and found you converse with the employee. "Welcome to lost, found." She tried to say in English. You smile and talk to her in Korean. "Hi, my friend Hyeon Seoko gave me his wallet and I can't seem to find him. Could you call him on the loud speaker, please?" Her expression changed as she heard your fluent Korean. She nodded and picked up the phone. "Hyeon Seoko?" She asked you to make sure she said his name right. You nodded.

"Greetings to all shoppers, can Hyeon Seoko come to Lost and Found. Thank You." She hung up and motioned to the seats on the side of the hallway. You sat down and patiently waited for the man. You pull out his license and find yourself staring at his picture. 'How can someone look so good in a drivers license photo? This looks like it belongs on Instagram.' You sigh and think of your first photo. Boredom by your side, you whistle a pleasing tone. Taking out your phone, you dial melody. "Hey girl! How's it going?" Her cheerful voice echoes through the phone. "I'm at the lost and found to return a wallet." You pop your tongue. "Oh. How are they? Are you going back?" She asks her voice calming down. "Probably not. I'm a little hungry so maybe I'll get some food, then I'll do some shopping." She sighs dramatically. "Ah man. I thought this would be the last time." You hum to her words. The nice lady waves to you and points to the man. "Yeah, well I'll catch ya later." Hanging up you get up and walk to the two men. "Hello." You greet them in Korean. Lifting up the license to each guys face, you see its the second guy. Before handing the wallet to him you ask one question. "What city did you get your license from?" He holds his chin, lightly rubbing it. "Busan." You hand him the wallet and license. "I found your wallet in the trash." You bow and leave. 

Coincidentally, a vending machine was close by. Inserting the money for the water, it keeps rejecting it. You frustratingly sigh and attempt to smooth out the money. "Need help?" His deep voice is heard behind you. You slightly jump but turn around. "No but thanks." You smile and continue to smooth it out, finally putting it in the slot. It worked and you bent down to get the water, taking the change. A light pat is rested on your shoulder. You face him and look up. His body towering yours. A long pause is met before his actually words. "Do you want to hang out?" His english voice is deeper than most but smooth and sharp as glass. "Sure." You shrug and give a small smile. You and him proceed to walk through the mall. "What's your name?" Starting small talk. "Y/n." You reply glancing at the stores. "Tell me about yourself, Y/n." And interesting conversation. "I'm not from here. Obviously, I'm from the states but I've lived here for 3 years. My friends and I came to the mall together but they kind of ditched me." He chuckles at the last events. It was very pleasant. "What about you? Hyeon Seoko." You tease with his full name. "You probably know most things about me. You did have my wallet." He teases back.

"I only had it because it was in the trash!" You laugh lightly and he joins in. He couldn't keep his eyes off you. The dress you were wearing had that effect but he wasn't just looking at your body or the color of your skin. He was looking at you for you, and enjoying every second of it. You both went into stores at your request but half the time you didn't buy anything, if you did it was something small. "Those shoes are nice." He slowly shifts your body to where he was looking. You nod and look closer. '610,300 won?! Its not that bad and I haven't gotten something nice in a while.' He called over a sales person and you tell them your shoe size.

"Your hair is truly pretty." He says as he plays with a strand of your hair. You lightly blush and stumble a 'thanks'. You aren't used to being given compliments out of nowhere. The sales person hands you the shoes. "Tell me if you need anything else." He then walks away. You sit down at the closest lounge chair and put the box beside you, he watched your actions closely. You laced up, a sliver sparkle high heels with straps that rap criss cross around your lower leg and tied behind your leg. With both sides on, you stand up. He sees your steps becoming uneven and holds you by the waist. Your hands grab onto his arm in response.

"I haven't put on high heels in a while." You scratch your cheek in embarrassment. He makes sure you've got balance before letting you go. You stride around in the beautiful heels and look at them in the mirror. You sit back down and take them off. "Are you going to get them?" He asks in a little confusion. You nod and carefully place them in the box. He takes the box and helps you up. The salesperson rings up the shoe and you pull out your card. He moves your hand to the side and hands them his card. You quickly protest. "You didn't have to, I was more than willing to pay for it." 

He grabs the bag and places his hand on your upper back, motioning you out the store with him. "Can I at least hold the bag." You look up to him. He hands you the bag. "You're very stubborn." He smirks. "Thank you. It's a trait I am rather proud of." You smile proudly. He stops infront an expensive brand name store. Your face fills with confusion. "I have to finish some stuff, real quick." He takes a step but you grab his arm. "It's okay. We can meet up again." You pat his shoulder so he can bend down a bit and stretch your hand to his ear. Whispering your number in korean and english. You quickly take your leave and begin overthinking your choice of distributing your number.

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[iwaasfairy]

fairyyyy im so excited i just got my second piercing on my earlobes that ive been wanting for YEARS!!! but i live in a strict asian household so i couldnt get it til i turned 21 and then covid and some fam stuff happened last year so,,,, i got mine finally aaaaaaaa but anyway i was wondering what piercings u think would meian and iwa have (if any) bc i cant stop thinking about hot gym trainer iwa with ear piercings and maybe an eyebrow one too 🥺🥺🥺 (i just want eboy iwa to be real im sorry hahshkajs)

also im super excited about ur last post too!! ur teasing has me screaming aaaaaaaa i cant wait!!!! but also im glad that u sound more cheerful? i hope things have been better <3 im sorry i cant do much (esp over anon :/ ) but im sure all ur followers want our resident meian wife to be happy and healthy and safe!! just say the word if you need a ko-fi/paypal or random nice compliments through the day or anything!!! love you <3

AAAAAAAA IM SORRY I FORGOT TO SIGN OFF ON THE PREVIOUS ASK ABOUT PIERCINGS FOR MEIAN AND IWA IM 🌼 ANON IM SO SORRY

no worries sweet baby!!! that's so exciting aaAAAHHH i'm sure it looks great, piercings are just so pretty and elegant! i'm so happy you finally got to get them, especially if you've been wanting them for so long! that's amazing!!

and okay omg omg omg so i'm sure this isn't like a well kept secret but i actually short circuit thinking about men with many piercings. i do it on basically any boy i draw and i always imagine them with tons of piercings because i just think it's so sexy?? and pretty and juST yES! (eboy iwa cannot be real because he'll cause an extinction bby)

i think iwa has some like this,, he started with just two lobe ones on one side and loved the way they look and now he's got so many that he can't wear them all at the same time or it's too much! he has a daith piercing too that he doesn't wear too often. he just gets some on a whim sometimes, or for random occasions

and for body peircings,, because giDDJHbdzb fuck i just want him to have some, i can deffo see him having a tongue web, eyebrow!! (so hot omfg) and some collarbone ones, or even nipple piercings grrrrrrrrr

while meian can't have that many because of his athlete career, i think he has a couple that he puts in from time to time, or when you help him out. he tends to forget to accessorize more than a watch and maybe a few rings but he has them! i think he really likes dangly earrings, definitely if you've ever mentioned how sexy he looks.

and body piercings.. he can't have that many, again, wouldn't wanna risk an infection if he bounces the ball on his chest or something,, but. frenum, lorum, dydoe. that's all i'll say on the matter kjnfdsohzeh

and this was getting super long so i'll put this under the cut but i've definitely been trying! it's always really hard for me to reach out for help but then i feel a lot more relieved when i do? so yes, that's what's been going on for me atm,, i do feel a bit better already and the fact that i'll get to talk to someone who knows what they're doing takes a lot of weight from my shoulders.

i'm glad it shows though! i never want this to be a sad place or somewhere you don't feel welcome because i'm not having the best time. it's totally okay, just you being here and sending me messages already makes my day, so please don't ever feel pressured.

and! i do have! a pretty exciting announcement very soon which will have to take priority because i need it to but i think it'll be very fun!! and!! yes. (i'm sorry i'm teasing more but i don't wanna say i'll do something and then not do it so it's a secret for now but yes yes yes i'm very excited about that!)

thank you so much my love,, and i love you too AAAHHH

[growingupautie]

StoryTime: All That and a Bag of...

At my previous job, I and a coworker or two would often grab lunch at a local restaurant. Usually, it was just me and one other guy thought. Sometimes we'd go to the pizza place. Sometimes the Chinese place down the street. There were a few good spots but we went to them all the time so they got pretty boring. Isn't it funny how when you finally have access to almost any food, you end up feeling like nothing sounds good and taking it for granted?

One day, most of my coworkers were busy, and my go-to guy told me he had errands to run. I drove by the Chinese place we usually go to and parked my car. But as I got out, I saw the Subway next to it and decided that since nobody ever wanted to go there, I would do that instead. I closed my car door and felt someone watching behind me. It felt like they were ready to make their move and ambush me with something but there was a distinct lack of a feeling of ill-intent.

I started to rush off toward the entrance as I hear from the watcher behind me "HEY! Hey man! Can you uh...I don't get paid for two weeks and I just started a new job...Can you buy me lunch and I'll pay you back?" I look back and see an older man in his late 30's sitting in his beat-up work truck wearing a neon work vest frantically awaiting my answer. "Uh..." I said, not really wanting to interact with anyone that day but feeling like I was long overdue for a good deed. "Sure, man...Come on."

He said "Are you serious?! Thank you. Oh, God. Thank you. God Bless you." and he leaped out of his truck, and threw the door shut running toward me. He held the door open for me and said "I'll pay you back. I promise." When I do things like this for people, I don't really want to be paid back and as I told him, it "wouldn't be much of a good deed if I did." He thanked me with an oddly frantic nature and seemed to almost get teary-eyed.

I thought to myself about how rare kindness must be to him if that small amount elicited that response. Then I realized that it most certainly was to me, and that's about the same amount of kindness it would take to move me as well. "I haven't eaten in a few days..." he told me. "I just started this new job, and I'm in a bad way until I get paid." He added. As his words hit me I said with a somewhat heavier heart. "Well, you're eating today, man. Get whatever you want.

The person in line ahead of us turned around and mean mugged him, and looked at me as if to say I was being scammed. That the guy was just in it for a free meal. Honestly, He could've been right in that moment for all I knew. But the truth is, I didn't care. I'd rather it be a free food scam than any other type because it's still a good deed done in the name of goodness.

But at the same time, I felt like this guy was either legitimate or extremely exaggerating his actions to seem that way. Either way, I didn't care. And because of that, the joke would be on him if he was lying. He ordered a 6-inch sandwich, and I told him to make it a foot long if he hadn't eaten in so long. He almost broke down again but snapped out of it, and changed his order.

He added chips and a drink to it, but only after I insisted. Further taking away the idea that this was all a scam to get free food. He picked his sandwich and drink up and looked like he was ready to walk out. "Do you mind if I eat with you?" he asked me. I was taken aback. Most of the time when I had bought someone lunch over the years they either doubled their order, left as soon as it was ready, or both. "Uh...Yeah, man. Sure." I told him.

We went and sat down and he thanked me again frantically for the food. Then he pulled the sandwich out and started literally scarfing it down in front of me. And I mean scarfing. And for a brief moment, I thought to myself "Who eats like that?" until it clicked in my head that only someone who hadn't eaten a meal in a long time would... I immediately felt horrible. "How long has it been?" I asked. "Um...Been a few days. Maybe Saturday?" It was Tuesday.

"I'm sorry, my brother. I didn't realize how bad it was." I told him as tears burned in my eyes burning my nostrils as I was overcome with emotion. He told me he understood, and I did more than anyone else did for him. I explained my stance on doing the good for the good and he told me again he would pay me back. "No, my brother. I never expected you to. That's the whole point. His eyes welled up more than they had before as he kept eating.

"My wife left us..." he said. "us?" I asked seeing what I was assuming was his wedding ring on his necklace and worrying about his answer. "Yeah, me and my little boy. She left us, and went to Louisiana." (I believe) he told me. "She took almost everything with her leaving me broke, and without any way to provide for my son." He took another bite and continued. "I just started this job, and it pays good. But I ain't gonna see a dime until next Thursday."

I asked him when the last time his son ate was, and he told me he had been going without so he could feed his son. I believe he said he could only afford ramen and hot dog weiners and was making his son that. I had always wanted to be a dad and I didn't really have the best examples growing up. At that time I was questioning ability to be a father.

Kandace and I were either planning to or trying to conceive, at the time and all I could think was being in a situation where I couldn't afford to take care of my son and what that must be doing to him. Much less foregoing food for himself to do what little he could. Thinking about it now as a father makes the emotion so much worse but at that moment it nearly broke my heart.

He didn't ask me for money. He told me he was going to find a way to get some groceries. That he didn't have anything to sell, but he would find a way. He nearly finished his entire sandwich by that time, and I asked why he was eating so quickly. He told me he had spent 30 minutes of his 60-minute lunch break asking people outside to buy him lunch so he didn't black out at work with no food.

In that moment...I had had enough. I wasn't going to put up with a situation like that that I had the power to change. I packed the rest of my sandwich up to take to work and said. "My brother. I know you don't have much time left but can you follow me to the Grocery store real quick?" He said "uh..sure" unsure of why I would ask him that. He followed me over to the ATM directly inside and upon realizing where we were said "I...No, my brother. You've already helped me enough."

"My brother..." I told him. "I don't trust these humans out here to help you, and I'm not going to let a hard-working single father and his son starve. It's just not going to happen." He started actually crying at that point and I did all I could not to do the same. I pulled out what I could afford to give him.

The number is not important, and I can't remember anyway, but it's not as much as I wanted to give him. I told him that I hoped what I gave him would get him through to payday and he hugged me (After asking.) I told him they would be ok and that we was an amazing father to sacrifice for his son like he had. The kind of father many kids unfortunately never had. I knew he needed to hear that and I'm glad I said it.

He kept trying to tell me he wanted to pay me back. And in the end, I finally told him how he could. "When you are on your feet and can afford to. Find someone who needs help like you did, and help them." I said. "That's what I'm doing now, and that's why I'm doing it. I continued.

As an Autistic adult, I came from a place where nobody would hire me, and no matter what I tried to make money, I fell flat on my face. I have been plagued with bad luck most of my life and have often felt cursed, so when I finally get on my feet and out of the bad times and see someone struggling to do the same just like I did, my first thought isn't to judge them or tell them to pull themselves up. It's to help them up.

He was a single dad with a new job trying to do right by his son. He was pulling himself up. But he needed help. Sometimes when people help themselves up, they still need a hand. And in a world of apathetic "not my problem" attitudes. Be that hand. Be that hand in spite of the judgmental onlookers, and naysayers. Yes. Guard yourself against being used, and abused but do what you can afford to do to help make their world, and by extension the rest of the world a better place.

And wherever you are, my brother, if you are by some random happenstance reading this. I hope you and yours are as well as me and mine. Thank you for being a shining example of fatherhood in a time where I was questioning my ability to be one.

-Nathan Alan McConnell

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