#I'm incomprehensible but I make myself laugh

[kyofsonder]

I might be on Tumblr too much, and in the wrong capacity.

Not just because I'm straying from the original goals I had when making this blog (still working on fixing that), but also because I misread a poll and clicked the wrong option only to say out loud to myself, "Oh. Well. Why don't I just piss on the poor, then?" as a horribly roundabout way of mocking my own reading comprehension, implying that I can't count on myself to read things properly so I should just resign myself to always misreading them.

I even had the immediate urge to make a post about it, which is rare for me. What has this site done to me?

[voices-in-dark-violets-head]

"Be Yourself", says the Furry Fandom.

And yet, as with many things in life, it's far easier said than done.

I've found that 'being myself' can take a lot of bravery, but I want to tell you why it's so, so important.

Storytime!

At Eurofurence this year, I ran the e621 Gameshow for the third year in a row. And for the third year in a row, we were over capacity. As in, security-comes-in-to-tell-people-to-leave levels of over capacity (Which, my dear sympathies once again with those who had to go!)

We had a crowd that was there for an hour and a half of weird furry porn. Who cheered for horsecock. Who delighted in Falco Lombardi macro art. A hundred people - a quarter of the room - gleefully admitted to being into vore.

The atmosphere was electric, and I hadn't even needed my e-stim kit. This was a crowd who rejoiced in the adult side of the fandom!

And then I asked them - how many people had a fetish they'd be nervous admitting to?

A third of the room raised their hands.

In a room that had been laughing moments earlier about the amount of Mufasa/Simba porn, or getting a 100% success rate on guessing popular cock shapes, 1/3 of them weren't confident in revealing those same parts of themselves.

I don't think this is rare.

I've had folks ask me if I get hate for the kind of art I draw (not really much at all, by the way). But worse, I get people telling me - they wish they could draw what they want, write the characters they love… but they fear what others might say.

I've had commissioners remain anonymous, for fear of people knowing what they're into. Known artists start up alt accounts, so that they can draw a kink without their friends knowing. Writers wringing their hands over possible reactions to their stories.

And I would love to tell you it's all just fear - but truth is, it isn't.

Because it ain't just the big patron sites that are swinging the axe on the 'too weird'. Our own sites - our communities - sharpen their restrictions. Whole kinks, loving and accepted, are now 'too far'.

We're fearing the gaze from the outside. We're hearing their derision. And that can scare us, cause us to hide not just ourselves, but those around us. "What if they think that I'm into that? What would they say? I need to prove I'm not!"

We all crave love and acceptance. And in a fandom formed in rejection from society, don't we just hold such ideals even more tightly? So much so that the very idea of this same community throwing us out - for being ourselves? Of course it's terrifying.

But it turns out, even us outcasts, outsiders… we can all hold prejudices. We all have the ability to draw lines, and give too little thought to what that means. We can so easily turn our own opinions, our fear of what others think of us, into rules that hurt and exclude.

And therein lies the issue. "Be yourself", says the fandom, without stopping to consider how treacherous, how thorned that path can be. To be yourself, sometimes, is to suffer the disgust of those who would tell you to do it in the first place.

But… I'm missing something.

Thing is, this fandom isn't based on any one thing. We're not just here because Zootopia was a kinda cool movie, or Twokinds is pretty sexy, or StarFox looks good when he's fifteen stories tall.

We follow no one IP, no webcomic, no TV show. We follow only one thing:

Ourselves.

WE make the fandom we live in. We're dozens of sexualities, a hundred meetups and conventions, a thousand discord servers and Telegram channels, a million pictures and stories and alt-accounts and roleplays…

We decide what we are.

Aren't we the haven of the weird? The questioning of sexualities? The taboo, even incomprehensible kinks? We joke about vore, knots, gratuitous foot fetishists, but isn't that what makes this place home? Isn't every artist drawing obvious kink art following a beautiful legacy?

We are the monsterfuckers. The maw-obsessed, the paw-sluts, the musk-lovers (er, not that one). With every fetish we draw, every kink we commission, every smut-filled story and problematic character and taboo-laden roleplay…

We're the fandom, making ourselves.

Through being myself, through art and stories and chats and servers, I've found new communities. New friends. New ways to think, new art to enjoy. I've found love, deeper than I ever thought possible.

I've found myself.

And I've been told that through my artwork, stories, friend groups, I've helped people do the same. They've found the words to describe what's been inside them this whole time.

They've found they're not alone.

It's one of the sweetest and most delightful things I've heard.

Yes, it takes bravery to be yourself. You risk being misperceived, either accidentally or wilfully. You risk hurt. You risk confusion. But it's nothing you haven't done before. And in its wake, you will find yourself.

Do not let other people dictate who you are.

Do not let other people dictate who you are.

So when I say to keep furry weird, this is what I mean. Find that part of yourself that yearns to be free, and make this fandom the place for it.

Be yourself. Be so amazingly yourself that your very existence is an act of rebellion.

And Keep. Furry. Weird.

[lillsisamarshmallow]

Moving day! (17)

Summary: Y/n spends the next week searching for a new house, and when she thinks luck has run out, something odd happens. Driving hybrids, polite agents, giant IKEA, being crushed by a falling mattress covered in plastic… who knew moving houses was so difficult.

Word count: 5.7k

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I sighed as I slowed the car down before the red light, taking a moment to rest my head in my hands, hoping to ease the stress that had been bubbling up inside me. It had been almost 2 weeks since we temporarily moved into Jisoo’s house, and we still weren't having any luck finding a new place. I was on my way back to the cafe from a viewing that I went to alone. That house definitely wouldn't work. I thought to myself, the photos were deceiving to what it actually was like, and the agent was really rude the whole time, rather than showing me around the house she kept taking photos in front of it, posing.

Rolling my eyes at how annoying the agent was, I grunted at the idea of another house being crossed out from the list. Let's just hope the next one is better. I tried to think positively about the next house as I started driving again. I was heading to the cafe to pick up Namjoon and Yoongi since it was their turn to come to one of the viewings and honestly this next house looked perfect, but I couldn't help the small voice in the back of my head that was whispering negative thoughts and making me doubt our chances with this house.

I pulled up in front of the cafe and made my way inside, I saw a few of our regulars and I gave them a welcoming smile as I made my way into the kitchen walking past Hobi and Jimin who were manning the register. I opened the door to see Jin and Yoongi cooking whilst Namjoon was taking drinks out from the cooler. I giggled as the sight of bright green caught my eye from the tape of the floor, the lines Namjoon and Taehyung weren't allowed to cross.

“Is it time?” Yoongi asked as he was the first to notice me. I nodded my head as I walked over and sat down on a stool while I waited for them to get ready to go. I watched as Yoongi untied his apron and lifted it over his head, making sure not to get it caught on his ears. He folded the apron neatly before telling Jin when to take the food out of the oven, to which the older man nodded. “How was the house you just saw?”

“Not great if I'm being honest.” I sighed before jumping off the small stool, I walked over to the plate of freshly baked almond croissants, I haven't eaten yet today, and I was starving. “It would have never worked, and I didn't like the agent lady.”

I heard Yoongi hum at my response from behind me. I quickly reached out and grabbed one of the delicious-looking croissants and stuffed one end into my mouth. I turned around and asked them if they were ready to go, but what was supposed to be a question came out as an incomprehensible mumble due to the pastry that was blocking my words. I watched as Yoongi gave me a gummy smile as he laughed and nodded his head, Namjoon walked over to us too with a smile on his face.

We walked through the cafe and out the front, saying goodbye to the others on our way past them. As we made our way outside Yoongi gestured for me to throw him the keys, which I gladly did. I was happy to take a break from driving. We all got strapped in the car and I gave Yoongi the directions and we set off to the next viewing.

I happily munched on my late lunch as I watched yoongi drive. I liked watching him drive, I couldn't explain why, but I couldn't drag my eyes away. I noticed that I had been caught by how he started smiling and glanced away from me and out his window. I blushed as I readjusted myself to sit up straight and look out my window. Large trees lined the road, the canopy almost fully covering over us, just allowing small patches of light to seep through the branches and their leaves.

The area looked serene and quiet, occasionally we’d pass a small turn, but our map said to keep going.

“The next left.” I said to yoongi as I looked at the GPS map on my phone that I had punched the address of the house into. Reaching the right turn we made our way down the very long, skinny driveway until the trees pulled back and opened into a field, and in the centre was a rather large wooden house, it had small garden beds in the front of the porch, but they had no plants in them, indicating that the place had been vacant for a while.

“Woah.” I whispered as the full house came into view, my mouth opened in shock, it looked amazing, better than the photos, it had 3 levels, the top being more of a covered seating area, it had a full wrap around porch outside and multiple stairs to get up to it.

The gravel crushed under the car wheels as Yoongi pulled off to the side to park the car. The 3 of us made our way over to the front of the house where there was an agent waiting with the keys and another handful of people who were also interested in the house.

The lady welcomed us all before unlocking the doors, allowing us to roam around on our own. The bottom level had the living room, laundry, kitchen, all the basic things and the second level had all the bedrooms. The kitchen was gorgeous, and I couldn't help but think of how much Jin would love it. There were two large common areas downstairs too.

My mouth was open for most of our self-guided tour, everything was so amazing and checked all of our boxes. I bounced around on the balls of my feet as I couldn't contain my excitement, Namjoon and Yoongi followed behind me. I could hear them chuckling at me and mumbling to each other, trying to remember everything so they could tell the others when we got back.

Making our way upstairs to the bedrooms the first one we walked into was the largest according to the map on the website.

“This would be your room.” I said to both of them we had a quick look around, it could definitely fit a large enough bed for them all. The next 3 rooms were all the same size, the ones that I had suggested would be used so the boys could have their own areas for hobbies and such. The last room was at the end of the hallway, and it was away from the others for a bit. We walked in and had a look around, it was the only room with its own bathroom. It wasn't as big as the first room, but it was bigger than the other 3. “And this would be my room.”

We kept looking around and everything seemed perfect. The backyard was large and even included a section of the woods surrounding the house. It had more garden beds on the side, presumably for veggies and similar things. I let the boys go and have their own look around while I leaned on the railing of the porch.

“This house is beautiful, right?” I looked to my side to see the agent lady lean down beside me, I smiled at her and relaxed in the informal atmosphere that she brought with her. She had long brown hair that was tied in a loose but professional bun at the back of her head, she looked over to me, her eyes were brown, and she wore pink lipstick. She was really pretty and oddly familiar. “My name’s Irene by the way.”

I stuck my hand out to shake hers as she introduced herself to me. “Hi, I’m Y/n.” I saw her eyes widen slightly at my introduction.

“Y/n?”

I nodded, I smiled as I looked back out into the yard. “It’s a very beautiful house, everything we were looking for actually.”

“Oh? Have you been looking for long?” She asked curiously.

“Just over a week, but we haven't had any luck yet.” I explained to her as I sat up to face her politely. “We’re staying with a friend for now, but we really need to find somewhere.”

She hummed at what I said before speaking. “Is it just the 3 of you?”

“Uhh- no. There’s 5 more of us. Hence why we need a big house.” I chuckled. We kept talking for a bit as we sat down on one of the seats, a few other people came up to her to ask some questions and a few people let her know that they weren't interested and headed out, but she didn't seem to mind.

Eventually the boys came back to me, and we were the last group to leave the house. I watched as Irene locked up and made her way down the stairs to stand near us. “Did you like the house?” She asked politely.

“Yep, it checked all of our boxes, I can't wait to tell the others about it.” I exclaimed as we began walking back to the cars.

“That's great! Well, I'll be sure to keep a look out for your application.” She grinned before winking my way, I still couldn't shake why she looked so familiar, she's probably just in a lot of ads or something.  I nodded my head and laughed as we went our separate ways. The whole ride back to the cafe was just us discussing the house, what we liked, what we didn’t, whether or not the others would've liked it and if I should make an offer for it. 

I was laying on the couch, my head propped up on Hoseok’s lap as Taehyung laid on my stomach with his body between my legs. We were all watching a movie in the living room. I don't remember what it was called, but I was constantly confused by how many things went unexplained. I moved my hands up to rest over my chest, the fabric being loose meant that I didn't have to worry about being tangled up in it. It was Seokjin’s jumper, or at least I think it was, I don't remember. The boys kept giving me their jumpers and jackets. I wasn't sure why, but I wasn't going to complain since they kept me warmer than my own jumpers and it reminded me of them.

The jumper was big on me which meant that I could snuggle my face into it, the scent of vanilla and cherry had ingrained itself into my nose as I breathed around the oversized jumper. I could barely keep my eyes open as I kept skipping bits of the movie accidentally. The main character was annoying and so was his love interest, but the others seemed to enjoy it. 

I felt my phone vibrate in the pocket on the jumper under Taehyung's head. He lifted his head up slightly so I could reach into my pocket and grab the device. I mumbled a quiet ‘thanks’ before raising the phone up to my face. The light shone into my eyes making me squint, but after a few seconds they adjusted and I was able to see, as I read my top notification my eyes widened at what it was.

I gasped loudly as I sat up straight, I stared down at my phone rereading the notification, I heard a grunt as I realised that I had disturbed the big cat hybrid, he shuffled down more, his feet kicking into Yoongi as he moved his head to rest on my thigh instead. “Sorry.” I mumbled quietly as I reached one hand to pet his ears and play with his hair. I smiled at him before moving my gaze back to my phone.

I opened up my email app so I could properly read the whole thing, my face lit up as I kept reading until the end. “Guys, I got the house.” I exclaimed as I quickly reread the email from the company again making sure I hadn't misread it.

“What? No way. It's only been a day.” Hobi said from behind me, to which I passed him the phone so he could also read the email. “You got the house?”

“We got the house!” I cheered as everyone joined in excitedly. “Irene must have said something.”

“Wouldn't that be weird, you only met her that day, right?” Namjoon asked from across the room. I thought about what he said. He was right, I had only met Irene that day and we didn't know each other that well, why would she do this? I wondered in my head, it wasn't like we knew each other or anything, just our conversation while we were at that house.

“Maybe she thought I was pretty?” I half joked with the boys, I was genuinely clueless as to why she might have put in a good word, maybe she didn't, maybe we were just lucky. The boys laughed at my statement as we all sat in the living room practically bouncing with excitement. Everyone was so happy that we were able to find a place and it made my heart swell as I watched them all talk about it, knowing that I had done well. 

We discussed when to start packing up and when we would get everything moved in, we drew up another small basic map of the house and the boys started deciding who would share which rooms, some decisions were left up to a game of scissors, paper, rock, there was a lot of yelling.

Eventually, after deciding who was sharing which room, we all decided to think of a collective theme for the main area of the house and what types of furniture we would need. The house came with a few pieces of furniture, but we would have to buy a lot of our own and since Jisoo didn't have any room, I had to get rid of my old furniture. Which meant a trip to a furniture store to get everything.

I looked up at the big neon sign that was now slightly distorted from how close I was underneath it. The small trees and bushes outside were a vibrant shade of yellow and orange, which unfortunately did not match the building too well, but that didn't matter. The cold wind was strong today, and I tried to dig my hands further into my pockets to stop the cold from freezing them solid.

We all quickly made our way inside the giant store to get out of the cold weather, it wasn't even winter yet. I grumbled at how much I hated the cold weather, before remembering how beautiful it can be at the same time. The ground is covered in a white layer of soft snow, icicles hanging from trees, and intricate little snowflakes landing on your nose. I loved winter.

I was grateful when we got inside to realise that the store did crank their air conditioning all the way up like some places did. I sighed and took my hand out of the pocket of my puffy jacket that was laid on top of a jumper that was not mine, I rubbed my hands together quickly before taking a few steps further into the store. It was quiet and empty, not a lot of customers, not a lot of employees, the background music was low, and I could hear the rustle of leaves against some of the windows.

I saw an employee make his way over to us and ask his typical questions, but I let him know that I had it covered and then he went back to his seat behind the weirdly tall counter.

“Okay, game plan.” I said, turning around to face the troops and clapping my hands together. “What’s the game plan?”

“We should split up.”

“But what if we all choose different things? I’ve got the list.”

“Well, how about we stick together until we get most of the stuff, then we can split up and get the rest of it?” Jimin suggested. It was a reasonable idea, and for that reason, we chose to ignore it.

Everyone had ended up splitting and spreading out around the store, Namjoon had the list, and both me and Yoongi knew most of it off the top of our heads since we were the ones who made said list. I had gravitated over towards the bedroom section where I began to choose a bed from myself before someone walked around the corner.

“Oh? Hey, Y/n.” Taehyung said nonchalantly as he walked around the corner with Jungkook hot on his tail, I smiled at the 2 as I walked a few feet over to them. “Are you looking for a bed too?”

I nodded back at him as I spoke about one that had caught my eye earlier, but I wasn't dead set on anything. We continued to wander around for a bit, they both seemed to know what they were looking for, so I just tagged along behind them. Eventually we came to a wall and sat down in the corner of the room. It was the largest bed I'd ever seen, it would've fit at least 7 people, maybe even 9.

I watched as Taehyung and Jungkook raced for the bed before jumping onto it and laying down. I laughed at them as I ran to join them, the bed was soft and plush, and I basically sunk into it. I gasped at how great of a bed it was before I sat up onto my knees, making sure not to put my shoes on the display bed. 

“This bed is humongous!” And it’s so soft too.” I exclaimed before flopping to the centre on my stomach, I could have fallen asleep right then and there. “I didn't even know they made beds this big.”

“They used to have a few of these back at the shelter.” Taehyung just so casually said before he rolled off the bed. Shelter? I thought to myself.

“The shelter?” I asked whilst trying to haul myself up off the almost too soft bed.

“Uhh-yeah. The one that me and Jungkook were at.” Taehyung spoke, almost like he was trying to correct a mistake. I didn't want to push as I noticed the 2 men become quieter, so I put the thought and my questions aside and walked over to the sign with the information for the bed. I scribbled the exact name down before leading the boys back to the normal beds so I could choose one.

“It’s perfect!” I exclaimed as I got off the 27th bed I'd tried. It had a white bed head that had small shelves in it, and intricate designs, the base had underneath storage and the mattress was amazing. “Welp, that’s the beds checked off the list, where to next?”

Eventually we found ourselves in the living room area of the shop, where we quickly ran into Yoongi, Jimin, and Hoseok, eliminating the couches they had already looked at, and we started walking down the isles searching. The boys made a point to try every single couch we passed and put on posh accents whilst they spoke about each couch. Yoongi and I stood to the side as we watched them play, discussing the different couches we saw and laughing at the others.

Soon enough we found the perfect couch, there were enough seats for everyone plus some, it was crazy comfortable and was a dark grey in colour. After adding it on to the list we figured, no, we hoped that Namjoon and Jin would have the other major items covered.

Safe to say that our shopping trip went smoothly, for the most part. Hobi got lost in the bookshelves, Namjoon broke a display lamp, Taehyung and Jungkook almost got us kicked out, and when we left, we accidentally picked up a random stranger thinking it was Yoongi, who was sleeping in the beds. We didn't realise until we were leaving the parking lot.

Today was going to be long… and stressful. I thought to myself as I looked back at the full car from the rearview mirror, but I couldn't help the smile on my face. The keys jingled in my hand as I looked down at them, a few plain silver keys. I made a mental note to get a few more sets cut for the boys and to buy us all different keychains, I grinned as I thought of some ideas.

I hesitated before twisting the key in the door, but finally it was unlocked, and I pushed the door open and walked into our new home. It had an old wood smell to it, it was comforting, but I couldn't wait until it smelled like home. We didn't have much time to gawk at the house as pretty soon the furniture trucks showed up and the workers started unloading things and we all had to move them to the right areas.

“Oh! That one goes over there!” I yelled out whilst pointing over to the kitchen, the worker nodded and started moving the box that way whilst I held back onto the large mattress in front of me and began pushing it again. The mattress was heavy, but I was able to make it to the foot of the stairs. I sighed out annoyed before a light shone down for the heavens, my saviour.

“Here Y/n.” Hobi said as he reached for the other end of the rectangle, I thanked him and smiled up the stairs towards him. With our teamwork we were able to get the mattress onto the stairs, he pulled, and I pushed as we worked our way up. We were about halfway up before disaster struck.

“Y/n?” I heard Namjoon call out from somewhere below me. I turned towards him and hummed out, hoping he would find me from my sound. “Oh, there you are.”

Namjoon smiled at me, his dimples showing which completely pulled my guard down. He gestured towards something that he was holding, like he wanted me to take a look. I walked down the stairs, completely forgetting about Hobi and the big mattress that was still halfway up the stairs. 

I looked down at what he was holding as we both questioned the weird item that he had found, it was some statue. A chicken statue. The chicken looked like it was originally white, but it had years of dirt caked onto it, it had a brown, copper base with different carvings on it. It was a weird little thing, but it was also kind of cute. Absorbed by the small statue, I didn't hear Hoseok’s cries for help.

“Y/n? Y/n? Hello?”

“Y/n!”

“Y/N!”

I heard the banging as I turned back towards the stairs. I didn't have time to react as the mattress came tumbling down the stairs and towards me. It knocked me out, taking me down with it, just barely missing Namjoon who had stood next to me. Now he stood, confused, as he looked down at the mattress that laid flat on the floor, with me underneath it.

“Y/n!”

I grunted out as the light came back into my vision and I could breathe without inhaling the weird smell of plastic. I let my lungs fill with the fresh cool air as I tried to sit up, feeling two hands pushing my back and helping me. I could see the panic on their faces as they both looked down at me from their crouched positions next to me.

I laughed out as I shuffled slightly so I could sit more comfortably, I crossed my legs and held a hand to my chest as I caught my breath. I assured them both that I was okay, but when I went to pick the bed up again, they beat me to it. They both moved the bed upstairs and into my new room with me guiding them.

“We can just put it here for now.” I pointed over at the wall adjacent to my bathroom. “I haven't exactly decided how I’m going to set it up yet.”

I spent a few more seconds glazing around the room as I thought of different ways to decorate and move my furniture to fit the space, but I quickly dismissed the thoughts as we all headed back downstairs to help the others with the last of our boxes.

I flopped back onto our new couch, which was slightly harder than I'd like, but it was brand new. I sighed out loud as I lifted an arm over my head, resting my forearm across my forehead as I looked up. I felt the couch shift and dip slightly several more times, accompanied by several signs that fell in time.

“Who knew we'd need so many chairs.” I heard Taehyung whining from somewhere on the couch. I sat up and laughed slightly as I shook my head. I had a bit of a headache from all the pushing and pulling, my arms and legs felt like jelly, and my stomach felt as though it had been carved out with a spoon, but it was worth it.

I looked around me, the living room and kitchen were the only places that had been completely unpacked and decorated, most of the other rooms were still a bit bare and had brown cardboard boxes littered in them. The coffee table that sat in the middle had a small vase on it with some fresh flowers I made sure to pick up this morning, and it had a stack of coasters next to it and a small trinket dish.

This was the larger of the two open areas and so we decided to buy a tv for this room, I looked over to my left. The large black screen stood out against the wood texture of the walls. There were 2 large plants positioned either side of it, another trinket dish sat in front of it, underneath it was filled with a few movies and games along with organised cables and docks.

I smiled as I looked at the room that we had come together to create, I looked at the boys as they all took up different places on the couch, I couldn't help the smiling that spread of my face, or the burning that started as a spark in my heart before spreading to the rest of my chest. It hurt, but I could tell it was a good thing and so I embraced it as I sat and watched the boys. My boys

“Do you think we could plant flowers out the back?” Namjoon asked while looking over to me, I nodded my head before responding.

“Yeah! Flowers and maybe some vegetables too. We could set up an outside area too, with tables and chairs.” I exclaimed excitedly. We all continued to discuss random things about the house and what we could do with it, the boys even played a game of scissors, paper, rock to see who would share rooms.

The doorbell ringing was a pleasant distraction from our conversation, we all knew exactly what it was. We all got up and while me and Jimin headed to the door the others headed into the kitchen. I opened the door and smiled kindly at the delivery boy. I thanked him as I took the bags of food from him and handed a few over to Jimin to carry.

When we both got back to the lounge room the others had already bought us our own cutlery and bowls to eat from. The bags seemed to instantly get torn apart as I put them on the table. Within seconds I could hear the sounds of plastic lids being popped off containers and chattering as I took my seat between Jimin and Jin. The surface of the coffee table was now full of different takeaway containers that had various foods in them, my mouth watered at how good some of it looked.

“Let's dig in.”

I picked up some japchae and moved it over to my bowl, but before it fell down another pair of chopsticks stole it from me. I looked up to spot Jungkook grinning cheekily at me as he plopped my japchae into his bowl, I pouted at him and turned the other way, pulling the takeaway container closer to me to hopefully stop any future attacks on my food.

Finally, I was safely able to transport the food into my own bowl, I put the container back down before shuffling back into the couch and crossing my legs as I dug into the food. It was great, not too strong, a perfect balance of vegetables and noodles, I hummed out in joy, and I kept enjoying my food.

My attention was drawn away and a pair of chopsticks floated in front of me, dark, sticky noodles wrapped around them. I followed them over to Jin who looked at me kindly. He gestured for me to open my mouth, so I quickly swallowed the food in my mouth before opening it. Jin pushed the noodles into my mouth and I closed it so he could take the chopsticks out, I chewed for a bit before my face lit up as I faced him and nodded my head fastly, not being able to speak, I gave him a thumbs up and watched as he giggled lightly while looking at my full cheeks.

I finished my noodles and hesitantly looked over to Jin's bowl, I looked back up at him and he gave me an approving smile and I quickly dug my utensils into his bowl and took out some more of the noodles with the dark sauce on them. I chewed on them happily and I sat up straight and looked around. I was swaying side to side lightly in my position, a side affected by good food.

Jimin leaned over to me and pinched some of the food from my bowl, I looked over to him and he chewed on it, his cheeks puffed out full of the food and his lips pursed tightly as he chewed. He seemed to be thinking about the food before he swallowed and gave me a bright smile, his eyes creasing until I could no longer see them.

I took that as him enjoying the food and I smiled back at him before I looked in his bowl, he had some kimchi in his. I looked across from us on the other couch, Hobi and Yoongi sat close to each other, Hobi had his legs on the couch, perched up near his chest. They seemed deep in conversation and passed the food between each other, sharing. I smiled at the both of them as I looked over to the two youngest pack members and Namjoon, who were all watching the tv intensely, completely focused on what every movie they had out of.

Jungkook sat in the middle, him and Namjoon eating from the same bowl that seemed to have more noodles in it, Taehyung had his own bowl with various foods in it, but no kimchi. I unfortunately wasn't able to order a less spicy one for him and myself, but that was fine because we had a lot of other options.

Jin put another mouthful of noodles in front of me which I gladly accepted as I smiled happily, still slightly swaying side to side, but the boys didn't seem to mind it. The night continued on as we all sat together in the lounge while we ate our first dinner in our new house. At some point I had given up on getting my own food as Jin seemed pretty content with giving me food from his bowl, and honestly, I didn't mind.

The sky became deep dark with small specks of sparkling stars, silent except for the rustle of leaves and the happy chirping of the crickets, the sky was clear, and the air felt fresh. I said goodnight to the boys as I retired into my own room, I looked around the empty box. I hadn't finished unpacking, my mattress was laid on the floor with a few blankets and pillows and a small lamp beside it.

The covers felt foreign to my skin as I pushed my bare legs under them, the bottom of my shorts riding up ever so slightly. I punched the pillows until it was soft enough and I laid my head to rest on top of it. I nuzzled further into it and wriggled my body trying to get used to it. I reached out and shut off the small lamp, enclosing the room in a blanket of darkness with only the low glow of the moonshine peering through the curtainless windows.

I sighed out as I tried to put my mind to rest, I tried counting sheep, mathematical equations, making up silly stories, but I couldn't bring myself to sleep despite the tiredness that embedded itself into my bones. I opened my eyes again and grounded as I turned the small lamp on again, a warm glow now accompanying the moonlight. I sat up before flopping back down again, moving my position slightly so I was now laying on my back. I started up at the empty ceiling.

I looked side to side as I wondered why I couldn't sleep. A weird feeling had entered my chest since I came in here and it felt heavy. Emptiness. The room felt empty, a large room with nothing to fill it, loneliness. It wasn't a feeling that I was fond of, it was the type of feeling that would haunt me at night and allow my greatest fears to invade my mind and destroy me.

And for that reason, I had to get up.

I sat up abruptly and with a bounce in my step I hopped over to my door and switched the light switch before turning around to face my room. I had all my boxes labelled and separated into different groups in different areas of my room. I thought this feeling was coming from my unusually empty room, so I started to unpack my things. I popped in my earphones before I got started, pressing play on my playlist.

First, I put together my bed frame. I must have moved it 13 times before deciding on a location. I covered it in my sheets and blankets and topped it off with my pillows in a fancy way. I unboxed all of my clothes and started organising them into my closet. Next was the bathroom, shampoo, conditioner, towels, soap, everything I needed. Then came my desk, my drawers, a few posters, a carpet, I hung up some cute fairy lights too, accompanied by some fake vines and flowers, and a few real plants around the room too. Until eventually I had spent the early morning unpacking. The sun shining into my room made it look beautiful, but I was too tired to realise.

A/n: New chapter! A little late (I’m posting this as I eat my sushi 🍣) but I hope it’s worth it. The furniture store is suppposed to be an IKEA, but like, I’ve never been to one so idk what they are like. Anyways, I hope everyone is doing well, thank you all so much for 800 followers! (Wtaf??? 😭 ilysm !! 🫶💜). It’s kinda weird how quickly Y/n and the boys got their house, right?

Wonder why that is… 🤔

Oh well! 🤭 Hope everyone has a great day or night, and a lovely weekend! Thank you all so much for reading! 💜💜💜

[olderthannetfic]

Here's a reason for not calling oneself proship that hasn't come up yet.

It legitimizes antis.

My prefered strategy for dealing with antis is to starve them out, deplatform them, and laugh at them the way you would any other incomprehensible insane troll. Taking them seriously is counterproductive.

Take the threat those pose seriously, don't discount the IRL harm they cause when they harass people literally to death. But treat their ideology as the nonsensical conspiracy theory raving it is. If you treat them like what they're saying is something to take seriously and counter with reasoned explanations, you're sending the signal to them that they actually make sense, and sending the signal to bystanders that this is an issue with two sides instead of bullshit nonsense conspiracy theory trolls harassing people for blorbo opinions.

If I call myself a proshipper, I'm announcing to all and sundry that antis are a significant and meaningful presence in my sphere and that their ideology needs to be directly engaged with an countered. I'd rather just block them, ban them, and otherwise deplatform them so they don't have access to the people they want to harm.

--

The best antidote is proper moderation tools for shared fannish spaces.

[theunholybastard]

Kinktober: October 15th - Virginity (Papa Emeritus IV x Female!Reader)

Tags: Ghoulette!Reader, Loss Of Virginity, Cunilingus, Fingering, Gentle Sex, Praise, Friends With Benefits, 1st Person POV

I don't remember much of my summoning, only the feeling of a phantom hand reaching down and grabbing me by the tail, pulling me up painfully. I remember the whooshing sound as I ascended to the earth at incomprehensible speeds. When I arrived at my destination, my skin still felt like it was searing from the flames of the Pit. Then I remember a tall, shadowy figure approaching me, stepping into the light.

Papa Emeritus IV.

It took me a while to get used to my new physical form and the world around me, longer than most other Ghouls and Ghoulettes, but once I did, I've never felt more at home. Papa was nothing but patient with me, pulling out countless accommodations to make me feel more comfortable. Because of this, it wasn't long till he became my first official friend in the ministry.

But because of my late blooming, paired with my crippling shyness, I've yet to experience the thrills of physical intimacy. Sure, I got up to my fair share of devious activities during my time in the Pit, but that was different, when my form was nowhere close to human like, nothing more than a swirling orb of darkness beyond mortal comprehension. But now that I've been released from my hellish binds, I have been reborn, with a whole new body to lose my virginity in a second time. Something all my fellow Ghouls have accomplished within a week of being summoned, usually with each other, has taken me months to even consider. But now that I was considering it, I had only one person in mind.

Coming to Copia made me feel a little ridiculous. Though I trust him deeply, part of me feared he would laugh at my request. He of course, did not, validating my feelings and happily agreeing to be of assistance. He deeply loved and cared for all his Ghouls and Ghoulettes, past and present, and I was no exception, he told me.

Despite the countless sexual encounters I've had during the hundreds of years I have spent rotting in Hell, I was surprisingly nervous for my first time. Copia, if anything, found it endearing, noticeably spurring on his own arousal, and gently assured me that I'm in good hands. That I was already certain of, from observing the way his hips gyrate and fingers flick when he's on stage. If those moves are what he's willing to share with the public, what moves will he have in store for me?

He laid me down in his bed, which was surprisingly comfortable, despite all the crumbs that he graciously swept off for me beforehand. What a gentleman. He took his time, stripping me down, kissing every bit of flesh that became bare to him with every article of clothing he took off. He was patient, pausing in between every action till I gave him the go to continue. It was almost frustrating, the heat in my core becoming unbearable, yet he still continued at a painfully slow pace. For my sake, he claimed, even though I know he could tell I was losing my mind.

"Patience, doll. Papa will take care of you soon enough." He murmurs, pressing soft kisses on my nipples. My breath hitches at the feeling, black kiss marks from his paints littering my breasts, and everywhere else he had previously stuck his face. His hand, which was on my thigh, trails upward towards my sex, thumb delicately caressing my folds. I wiggle impatiently, causing him to chuckle against my skin. His fingers rub my clit, moving with such skill and dedication it would make Lucifer shed a tear of pride. My new body was much more sensitive than my form in the Pit, my tail waggling back and forth excitably, unable to contain myself.

"Someone's eager." Copia teases, my cheeks darkening as I start to feel a bit self-conscious. He tuts when he sees the flicker of doubt in my eyes, leaning up to press a kiss to my forehead. "It's okay, cara. I remember my first time. I came in under a minute." He laughs. "I was very eager, very nervous, put too much pressure on myself. I do not wish that for you, my sweetest Ghoulette. I want you to relax. Let's take our time to enjoy this beautiful experience fully, si?"

Finally, he starts to take off his own clothing, struggling for a moment with the tightness of his pants. He should feel lucky I didn't rip them off with my teeth. But Satanas Almighty, when I finally got to see him nude, it was all worth it. His curves, his thick tummy and thighs, his excessive salt and peppery body hair, it was all to die for. With both of our clothes discarded, I started to feel less exposed and vulnerable, more bold. I reach down to pump his cock in my hands, so thick and already twitching with desire. It made me feel flattered that this was all because of me.

He gently nudged my hand away, scootching down to where his face was hovering above my cunt. Feeling his hot breath hit my slick was enough to send a shiver down my spine, groaning softly. He runs his tongue up my slit, moaning into my pussy at my taste alone. "Papa!" I whine, attempting to squirm, but he grabs ahold of my hips, keeping me in place. "I know, cara. Papas here." He hums against me, the vibrations of his speech sending a pulse of pleasure to my clit. I need him carnally, like I've never needed anything else before.

He devoured me, tongue and fingers dipping deep within me to get as much of my wetness into his mouth as he could. If it didn't feel so fucking good for me, I would say he was doing this solely for his own pleasure. I have to hold myself back from digging my claws into his scalp, as my full, unabashed state would no doubt cause him to bleed if I did so. Instead, I dug them into the bed below me, knuckles turning pale white as I scratch holes into his sheets and his poor, goose-feather pillows. He didn't seem to care however, or at least didn't notice.

I warned him I was close, begging him desperately to stop his ministrations so my first orgasm will on his cock. But it's like he couldn't hear me, too pussy-drunk to care, or perhaps my thighs constricting around his head acted as ear mufflers. But alas, I came, the unbearable tension in my stomach finally releasing and crashing down on me like a building was just dropped over my head. I am truly the luckiest Ghoulette, I think to myself. I'm sure none of my other peers have received treatment from him quite like this, or at least, I'd like to believe so.

"Copia..." I sigh, panting wildly. "I w-wanted to cum on your cock..." I whine. A devilish smirk unfolds on his face. "And you will. You really think your Papa would leave you with just one orgasm? Tsk. I was under the impression you thought of me better, cara mia." Sitting up with a huff, positioning himself between my legs, rolling a condom on. Holy shit, it's happening. Suddenly, my nerves get the better of me, tail flicking to cover my hole before he can insert himself. His brows furrow in concern.

"Will it... will it hurt?" I shudder, worried about the fragility of my new body. Surely I lack the resilience that I had back in the Pit. And with the size of his package, I could only assume the stretch would be insane. He gazes into my eyes tenderly, his expression sincere. "It shouldn't. You're wet enough to where it should slide in easily. But if it does, you tell me and I will stop. Do you trust me?" He asked, voice quiet and earnest. I nod, moving my tail out of the way, readying myself.

He pushed inside slowly, mouth hung open and eyes shut tight in concentration, as if he was using every ounce of willpower in him not to cum on the spot. He inches his way in until hes fully bottomed out, strands of hair falling in the way of his face. If he looked this messy right now, I can only imagine how fucked up I look. This time I cannot control myself, my sharp nails finding their way to the supple flesh of his ass, digging in. Not enough to break any skin, thank goodness. I was already trembling, my last orgasm still deeply affecting me as my walls clung onto his shaft with immeasurable grip.

Once he starts, his thrusts are disappointingly shallow, giving me practically nothing. I wrap my legs around his waist. "Just give me a proper fucking already." I plead, him rolling his eyes at me with a cheeky grin. "Do you want me to last ten seconds? Calm yourself, you insatiable little minx, before I tie you down." He quips playfully. I know he wouldn't do so without my explicit consent, but the thought makes me clench around him. "I will give you what you want, when the both of us are ready to take it. I swear it, my girl." My girl. Why did that make me giggly?

He owns up to his promise. After what feels like forever of gradual build up progresses into tight, quick snaps of his hips, pounding into me like he paid for me. I hate to admit when he's right. If he started off like this, I would've came instantaneously, and most likely him too. Not to mention, I'd get sore terribly quick. "There you go," he gruffs into my ear, growling the same way he does on stage. "You got what you wanted, right doll? All it took was a little patience. There you go, baby. Taking me so good."

His praises sent a serge of pride through me, unable to help myself from smiling dazily as he grinds himself into my cunt, hitting the spot that makes me scream every time. This felt better than anything I've ever experienced, both on and under the earth. I felt truly blessed, the Dark One himself rewarding me for my dedication. When he decided to hook an arm under my leg, pressing upwards towards my shoulder to get as deep as possible, I knew I was doomed, another orgasm already building up.

"I'm- I'm close! So close!" I cry out, nearly in tears. He presses feverish kisses across my face, lingering when he gets to my lips. "Let go, cara mia." He whispered encouragingly. And just like that, the flood gates opened, another orgasm violently ripped from my body. If the last one felt like a building was dropped on top of me, this one felt like an atomic bomb, rendering me screaming and shaking like I was possessed. He follows soon after, emptying himself into the latex hanging off his cock with a satisfied groan.

As he pulls out, chucking the full condom into the trash, the room is now uncomfortably quiet without the sound of moaning and skin slapping. My ears are still ringing from the force of my orgasm, groggily turning my head to the side when I hear a rustling next to me. I giggle when I see where the source of the noise came from. A wrapper to a plastic straw. He got out a fucking juice box.

I love this man.

-

[ambers-archive]

Gold Rush

In which Spencer Reid believes meeting you could only be explained by something bigger under the works. pairing: spencer reid x fem!eader

From the moment he met you Spencer just knew. He was suddenly overcome with a deep certainty that transcended his skepticism about love at first sight. For him, it was more than just a fleeting moment; it was an incandescent passionate resonance that developed when he first saw you. Dopamine, serotonin, and oxytocin can only explain so much of his feelings. 

He can't sleep on plane ride, looking at the sunset as the clouds fold onto each other he finds himself reminiscing about you. 

There was much said, yet so much unsaid. 

"Do you believe in fate?" you had asked, looking up at him. 

Just breathing and staring into each other's eyes, you two were curled up together in bed. Spencer likes making eye contact with you, even though he's never been good at it. Furthermore, he doesn't even enjoy shaking hands, so he's not sure how on earth he's managed to intertwine himself with you.

Spencer chuckled skeptically, "Fate? I'm inclined to attribute this meeting to statistical probability and our friends' matchmaking skills." 

You smiled back at him, his skepticism didn't seem to bother you, instead you seemed to intertwine your emotions so easily with your beliefs. 

He studies you and realizes you don't mind your different perspectives. "People just need something to anchor them Doctor Reid."

He's come to the realization that he needed more of what you called him, Doctor Reid.

You continue, "Since there is so much evil in the world, I find myself wanting to cling to something greater. I'm sure you see a lot of incomprehensible things."  

He pauses for a second then says

"Randomness exists because it is impossible to foresee anything with 100% accuracy, at least not in the way we see the world. Yes, although there is randomness at the level of human cognition. I don't think there is any kind of "mover" or "fate." Have you heard of the theory absurdism? It's the idea held by philosophers that there is no purpose or reason in the universe. It claims that people go into conflict with the outside world when they search for significance."

You smile at him again, the same shy smile that has been making Spencer weak all day. 

“I get what you mean, but I like to believe that the universe has a purpose for me. It's as though every moment unfolds with meaning. But, recently, I've found that it’s boring to attribute everything to fate. There's a certain beauty in meeting someone and deliberately choosing them with all your intention."

This time Spencer smiles back at you, it doesn't miss him that you don't interrupt his ramblings. You're so easy to talk to he thinks. He can just get lost in your conversations. 

He pushes a piece of hair out of your face “Would you say our meeting was fate?"

You paused for a second. 

Spencer can't seem to read you as much, but he can infer that you didn't know, he smiles to himself as you're the one speechless this time.  

Spencer likes to think the universe is devoid of meaning he doesn't give much thought to the meaning behind things, but after meeting you he finds himself questioning things. 

Despite the strangeness you feel familiar to him, and your perfume still lingers in his car on the way home. He's racking his brain trying to remember what your laugh sounds like.

He likes to be in the present, but with you, you linger like a tattoo kiss. He closes his eyes and there you are again with your smile. 

The lines between fate and reason began to melt in his head, as there are very few moments he's found himself dumbfounded by the nature of things.

[inktrailing]

C3E100 SPOILERS

A planetar with a lot of angry things to say / Twitch 03:02:10

this is a long one but I wanted to do this part okay ... also I have an empty brain right now and transcribing is mindless work for me but I think I'm done now

The Raven Queen: "Who sent you?"

Garathran: "I come under my own power. Those that command me tossed aside their scepter of command, tossed aside their very ideals, values, that which they had sworn to do. I followed my commander here."

Corellon, the Arch Heart: "And who is your commander?"

Garathran: "My commander... is the solar Acastriel. I am Garathran. I am a planetar sworn to the service of the Celestial Heights."

Corellon, the Arch Heart: "So, why are you here?"

Garathran: (to Corellon) "Mortal form, I suppose generous in the body of a construct." (to the Raven Queen) "And I suppose that is not your first time wearing mortal form. After all, these rules and edicts are not for you, are they? And never were. What binds you that so binds us? What binds you?"

Corellon, the Arch Heart: "Oh dear. You're getting angry now."

Garathran: "I have been angry. One by one, quiet, the Calamity fading, this great destruction, Domunas gone. Marquet burned, Exandrians dead, us marching to war over and over and over again for those that cannot die and seem unwilling to kill each other."

Corellon, the Arch Heart: "Hmmm."

Garathran: "Cries of misery and destruction were not enough to stay your hands! What stayed the hands of the gods? What called truce between you and the--" (sputters)

And here, before he can even say 'Betrayers', you watch a Celestial, crafted to defeat the forces of evil, made be your hands to fight in holy war, who has been left for years without your guidance or instruction in a truce you called.

Garathran: "What did you think? What did you think would happen when word spread throughout the Celestial ranks? That we would wait for slaughter to commence again after the threat to you, and you alone, had been destroyed? I find you sickening."

And you see here that a little bit of fire moves around the edge of the planetar's eyes.

The Raven Queen: "You speak of things you don't understand, child."

Garathran: (scoffs) "I'm not a child. I'm a construct, only a real one."

Corellon, the Arch Heart: (laughs) "Come. Let me embrace you." The skin begins to almost thread its way towards his fingers as he begins pulling the fire and trying to almost take the anger out of the situation.

You reach out in an attempt to alleviate this. You see that Garathran steps back and says -

Garathran: "Don't take it!! It's mine! Please don't take it. You made us to be good. You made us to fight. It was supposed to be right. Sealing the Betrayers, putting them in the shadows again. I have slain devils for a century thinking it was right and then one day I'm told to sheath my sword.

"And Acastriel comes to us who wonder why and says, 'Do you know what they are doing? Do you know what they're doing? It's a war to us. To them, it is a squabble.' Why did you make us? Why did you make all of this? When you knew that you were hurting this world, why didn't you just leave?"

Corellon, the Arch Heart: "Look. I must say that you are caught in something that obviously is difficult. It's completely incomprehensible to you. I see your pain. I feel it. And you know, sometimes I even ask myself: why are we doing this? This fighting, constant bickering, it's endless. But sometimes, there's a beauty in not understanding. You just play by the rules, as one of my favorites would say. Ignorance can be bliss.

"Now hear me, and hear me very, very carefully. This threat, this thing that threatens us will soon threaten you, and there is no end. At least with us, there is some form of control. It's just the way things are. So please, humor us. What do you know of your time being here, of this thing that threatens the very existence of us?

"And I promise you, we will give you purpose back, for you are our children after all."

Garathran: "With deference to the hands that move creation, if you wanted to make us to serve the gods, you should not have made us good."

(Garathran reaches up and slits his own throat.) And the planetar falls to the ground, dead.

[ethanlvndry]

Yeah, I said it.

Pairing:Chad Meeks-Martin X Black!Reader

Type:Smut

Warnings:Spanking(barely), Dacryphilia, consensual picture taking, weed.

♡♡♡

"Go in slow, but I want you to pipe it"

Chad preps my hole with his thick, long fingers. He laughs at my whines, and pleas for him to go faster.

"Hold on, baby, you're gonna hurt yourself"

His words keep me still for only 10 seconds before I'm pushing my hips back onto his fingers.

"Need it so bad! Please, Chad!"

He rolls his eyes before taking his fingers out of me. Leaving me clenching on nothing. I squint my eyes shut until I hear the sound of a belt buckle being unfastened. I turn my head slightly only for it to be forced back forward by a pair of hands.

"Eyes ahead, princess"

"Take it home on your camera phone"

As I'm on my way to my fifth orgasm from Chad's cock, I hear him rummaging for something on the dresser. I close my eyes and think nothing of it until I hear a sound camera shutter. I open my eyes to see Chad taking pictures of me in my fucked out haze. Not only fucked up from Chad, but the blunts we hit earlier.

He puts the camera closer to my face, and on closer inspection, I see how red I am. Not just my eyes, but my neck too. The love bites appear red, even through my melanated skin.

I try to steady my breath, but Chad catches on, and he wants to make this as difficult as possible for me.

"Dickin' you down real good, huh? Fucking stirring up those guts huh?"

His questions are answered with my screams of pleasure, vibrating through my walls, definitely notifying my dorm level about what's happening.

"So cockdrunk you can't even speak. Ya can't even comprehend what I'm saying to you.

I try to make something come out of my mouth, but all that comes but is drool, dripping out the sides of my my mouth and small incomprehensible babbles.

"You could be rough, boy, but you won't"

As Chad pulls out of me, I hear him laugh at my whines of discomfort. Despite that, I noticed a slight falter in his movements compared to his earlier rough ones.

He rolls me onto my stomach to fold me in half, just to fuck me back into a deep state of euphoria.

I cry, but not because it feels good. But because I love him. I love Chad so much, and I don't think he knows it. But he'll know, especially after I pay him back for how he's made me feel on our own time.

"Yeah, I said it."

Like I said, I'm paying Chad back for the way he's made me feel. Situating myself right between his legs, my head bobbing up and down on his long, and girthy cock. My hands cradling what couldn't fit down my throat. I felt myself wanting to cum just at his sounds. The state I was in, no doubt, giving him a reason to get hard again. Fluid all over my face, neck, and chest. A mixture of cum, saliva, and tears. My throat taking what I could to the best of my ability.

Gosh, I could never get tired of this.

[drchenquill]

Foliè - Chapter 23

Sacrifice

I heard the man next to me stifle a laugh and tried not to roll my eyes myself. What was it with people and sacrifices? Where the hell had they heard that I liked it? I hated sacrificial offerings, there was nothing more selfish in my eyes than spilling the blood of innocents to gain the favor of a deity who barely knew of your existence.

“You want to sacrifice her? So, slitting throats and all that?” the man asked with a desperately restrained smile.

The woman nodded.

“Where is she?” I interrupted. I didn't have time for games. I had one goal, and that was to find the young woman, keep her safe and then never show my face around people again.

“I'm going going to tell some strang-” I surged ahead. My hand wrapped around her delicate neck in seconds. My claws stroked the skin menacingly. She swallowed a scream and looked at me in panic.

“Tell me where she is or your blood will decorate the altar.”

Her body trembled as she opened and closed her mouth, searching for words.

I squeezed harder, causing her to whimper slightly.

“Tell me. Now.”

Her eyes drifted to the man next to me, but surprisingly he didn't seem to want to interfere. Something I greatly appreciated. I shook the woman, my pitch-black eyes blazing as I growled, “Don't look at him, look at me. Look into my eyes and you will recognize your death.”

She fidgeted frantically as she said, terrified, “I'll take you to her. I'll take you to her, I promise.”

Satisfied, I let go of her neck. The man pointed ahead with a small smile and said, “After you.” With a shaky breath, off she went.

“Looks nice, if you ignore the corpses.” the man commented as we were led by the woman into a house, which in the frenzy of people, had been converted into an offering place. In the center of the Great Hall, probably a communal house, stood an altar made with chairs and tables. Every kind of furniture was removed so that the hall had room for a large crowd of people. As the man had mentioned, around the altar were old, smelly, rotten and maggot-attracting corpses from previous sacrifices.

Another reason why I hated sacrifices. They didn't do anyone any good. I barely noticed half of them.

Either way.

“Bring her to me,” I ordered her. Nodding hastily, she disappeared into a back door.

I felt a creeping hand around my waist and then a warm voice in my ear, whispering: “I like the way you give orders, little mouse. You look so sexy doing it.”

I ignored the butterflies in my stomach and stubbornly looked ahead. “Behave yourself, this is serious business.” He laughed and kissed my cheek. “Yes ma'am.”

My eyes met his. He smiled at me so tenderly, like I was the only thing he wanted to see, like I was the only thing that gave him joy, like I was the only one.

“Lyssa.” I said to him suddenly, my voice softer than before. “I was named Lyssa and everyone calls me that…” this was the first time I had given someone my name without hesitation.

“Lyssa… Lyssa…”

My body shuddered as my name passed his lips. I swallowed slightly and asked, “You never told me your name.” The hand around my body tightened as he looked at me with an incomprehensible expression. After what felt like an eternity, he responded with, “Cain… A bit dramatic, I know, but it fits, don't you think?” Dramatic was an understatement. Being named after the first murderer in the history of the world was rough, even to me.

“Who are the strangers asking for the prisoner?” an almost hysterical voice rang out. We looked up and saw the lady returning, followed by a man who looked as if the weight of all humanity was pressing down on his shoulders. Small and hunched over, he came towards us with quick steps. His glasses were slightly hazy because of the air coming from under the cloth covering his mouth. He did not seem at all pleased by our arrival.

“We don't want any strangers infecting us, so get out before I make you leave.”

This time I had to stifle a laugh. This puny man was actually trying to threaten me. Me, Lyssa, the one who could turn him to dust with the blink of an eye. I didn't do it, of course. I wanted to do what I was here for and it would be difficult if I started causing trouble. So I took a deep breath and stepped closer, causing him to back away slightly.

“We'll go once we have the girl," I said as calmly as I could.

He dared to mock me and roll his eyes. I could feel the anger coming up, the desire to wring his neck, to show him who he shouldn't mess with, but I controlled myself. I tried to change, but unfortunately it didn't happen as quickly as I wanted. Instead of giving him my opinion, I listened to his. “Why should I give up someone who has committed a crime? She destroyed our machine and destroyed half of the village. That's why it would be better for you to fuck off. Do we understand each other, sweetheart?”

My eyebrow twitched, as did my fingers. Suddenly I heard a whisper next to me: “He doesn't know who he's talking to, little mouse.”

Slowly, I turned to him. He had a wry smile as he added, “Show him.”

I didn't have to be asked twice.

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Chapter 22/Chapter 24

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[boo-hoo-hooligan]

So why spy tf2 is a psychopath??

answering both asks in one! (@milowoof @wofs117)

caution, this is a long post. you can find a shortened explanation at the bottom. also the autism makes me bad at putting my thoughts into words, so this may be incomprehensible.

to the first anon, here's what happened. so i was talking to the body's dad and somehow, spy tf2 was brought into the conversation. i mentioned how he sees killing as an art and our dad went, "oh so he's a psychopath?" his reasoning was, psychopathic killers usually see what they do as an art, like spy. (example, a voiceline of his; "Six unstabbed backs: smooth, healthy, untouched by knife wounds? I do love a blank canvas!")

i honestly didn't know the answer to the question, so i searched up the definition of psychopath, and jesus fucking christ the symptoms matched so hard.

to the second anon, i'm truly sorry. i didn't realize it was insensitive of me, and thinking back, i probably should've said something different, or educated myself better.

lemme show you the proof i got. (i will say this, i am no expert, this is just what google showed and we all know google is pretty unreliable.)

SO the first symptom is gilbness ("the quality of being easily fluent, especially in a way that is thoughtless, superficial, or insincere") and superficial charm/charisma, basically meaning psychopaths can be extremely persuasive people.

tell me how this isn't spy. only valve can tell me this isn't how spy is. we all know how spy is likely a conman, and not actually as rich as he plays himself up to be. this links in with pathological lying, and how is seems like second nature for him to act as rich as he probably thinks he is. heck, even in spy gameplay you lie to the opposite team, making poor medics heal you and heavies hate you.

the second is a sadistic enjoyment of pain/suffering. (Not all psychopaths are sadistic, but this quality is not an uncommon trait in a psychopath)

spy very clearly enjoys the suffering of other people. in expiration date, he makes scout repeat the confession he said he didn't want to get out of the room. on the loudspeaker for everyone to hear. here's some voicelines i also found.

"Does it hurt when I do that? It does, doesn't it?!" (dominating a medic)

"At least you died for honor -- and my amusement!" (dominating a soldier)

"Did I throw a wrench into your plans? (laughs maniacally)" (dominating an engineer)

"Oh, please, just stay down!" (dominating a sniper)

"May I make a suggestion? Run." (duel accepted)

next is boredom and thrill-seeking behaviors.

since psychopaths lack some of the normal emotional wirings that most people have, it takes a lot more to excite/thrill them. (I WILL REPEAT THIS ONCE AGAIN I AM NO EXPERT ON THIS TOPIC.) this can lead psychopaths to engage in crime. being a psychopath would give spy a reason to be a, well, spy. he, like every other merc, enjoys the thrill of battle, but spy needs the thrill, unlike the others.

sure, in his spare time he prefers to isolate himself and stay in his smoking room, so this may not necessarily be a symptom. but haven't you noticed how he gets a lot more manic than the calm, collected spy we normally see? just saying.

fourth is a detached, cold, and callous demeanor.

this is basically spy broken down to his core personality points. after scout dies, he doesn't cry or anything. all he does is walk away, and when sniper offers the idea of burying him, all spy does is ask if he can use a shovel sniper's hiding as a weapon. not even like "oh yeah, to properly bury him and all that because i love and treasure him even though he's a whiny bitch." hell, after being SHOT IN THE KNEE AND ABOUT TO BE TORTURED BY SOME GRANDPA, he doesn't react! like damn bro i understand you're a spy, but damn.

plus, in situations when others are upset, scared, etc. a psychopath may appear apathetic, maybe even bored.

OH WAIT LOOK AT THIS

bro does NOT care.

there's a lot more stuff i noticed, but i'm way too burnt out from school for this shit. the tism fuels yet the tism tires me.

sources:

[lostfirefly]

something bad happened to me today and as always, I write a sketch after it to cheer myself up)

*knock, knock*

"My love, can I come in?" Catherine knocked gently on Buggy's office door.

"Go away!!" He shouted from behind the door.

"What? Why?"

"I said go away, Catherine!"

She heard the sound of a bottle breaking.

"I'm not going anywhere! I'm coming in! You can throw whatever you want at me, I don't care." Catherine slowly opened the door and stuck her head in. "What happened, little bear?"

As Catherine entered the room, the scene before her eyes immediately filled her with a sense of dread and despair. Buggy was sitting on the couch, his body slumped and his gaze distant, a half-empty bottle of whiskey clutched tightly in his hand. The amber liquid sloshed around as his trembling fingers struggled to maintain their grip, a testament to the depths of his despair. But that was not all - on the floor, mere feet away, lay another shattered bottle, its contents spilled and seeping into the worn carpet.

"Cabaji said you were sitting here and didn't want to come out."

"Why, Catherine?" Buggy looked at her with eyes red from tears.

"Why what?" She narrowed her eyes in incomprehension.

"Why are you with me?" He took a sip. "There was a cute man sitting next to you on the show today. You looked good together, but for some reason you chose me!"

"Oh, my blue-haired love." Catherine locked the door, tiptoed to the couch and sat down next to him. "That's why you were upset."

"I'm not upset!" Buggy took a sip. "I'm not. I just don't understand why you chose me, who could theoretically get a stone thrown at me, over a normal man."

"Who would throw stones at you or any person?! You'd have to be a complete idiot to do that. And if anyone dares to do that, woe to them, because I'll rip out all their organs in a second!" Catherine gently placed her hand on Buggy's shoulder. "Who told you that you aren't normal? You are a million times better than any man, my love." She moved her hand to his back and started stroking it. "You're smart."

"Yeah, I'm stupid!" Buggy took a sip again.

"Nope!! Remember how you solved Amset's riddle?! You put together a constellation. How could a stupid person do that? And you won me from the gods."

"Big deal, yeah."

"A big one! What kind of man could do that? Only a brave and smart one. And you're handsome, even though you deny it. And you make me happy. Look!" Catherine pulled her phone out of her pocket. "I sent Jules this picture when you left for a mini-tour. Look how sad my eyes are." She scrolled to the next picture. "And this is when you came back. See? Look how happy my eyes are. And look how good we look together."

"Yeah. The princess. And a red-nosed freak who paints himself like a clown." Buggy gently pushed away her hand with the phone.

"So what? I like your makeup. Sure, it's hard to wash off afterwards, but it's like you leave an invisible mark on me. And you tell everyone." Catherine imitated his voice. "Hey you, a bunch of idiots! That's my woman! Fuck off!" She wrapped her arms around his neck. "And you take care of me. You bring me flowers and cookies. You cover me with a blanket when I fall asleep on the couch. And you make delicious coffee in the morning. And you make me laugh. And I love you. Just the way you are. With your mood swings, with your red nose, with your makeup. You are my heart, my soul, my everything, Buggy. You are my the most favorite clown in the whole word!!" She kissed him on the cheek. "If I knew that I would be so happy, believe me, I would have gone to look for my sister a couple of months earlier, to meet you earlier!"

"Cathie-pie..." Buggy exhaled and took her hand. "I.. Well..."

"I know, my love." Catherine pressed her forehead to his temple. "You know what? Let's go home. On the way, we'll stop by your favorite pastry shop and buy you some eclairs. And we'll stop by and buy you your favorite hot dog. What do you think?"

"Sounds like a fucking good plan." Buggy chuckled.

[fourwingedwriter]

The Card Table - Part 7

AN: Wrote a little kinda neutral scene. Just some general lore with a side of the card game BS (BullShit), a bluffing game I quite enjoy playing.

First Part - Previous - Next - Master Post

CWs: Fainting spell, referenced martyr complex

Harley POV

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As the day went by, Orim and I eventually convinced Nova to go take a nap. He desprately needed it, but his anxiety surrounding Orim has become somewhat unhealthy.

Nova is extremely protective, but he'll bring himself harm in the process. Whether it be staying up all night to ensure the safety of another or fighting a dog to protect me. The latter of which he still has countless scars from.

Orim tried talking to him about it, but it only ended in Nova blaming himself even more. He's always careful for them, fearful of the next self destructing act Nova may complete.

"Harleeeeyyyyyy" Orim waves a hand in front of my face until I jump back to reality, "You keep zoning out. You okay?"

"Sorry sorry, who's turn is it?" I pick up my cards and try to mask my embarrassment as I look between Aspen and Orim.

The former smiles gently at me, "It's your turn, I just played a four."

I placed down my cards, "Two fives."

My eyes immediately lock onto Orim's as I look up. He's inspecting my expression, either trying to guess if I'm bluffing or finding the answer to the question I now realize I didn't answer. But, I am quickly spared due to it being his turn.

"One six." He placed down the card, voice scary neutral, as it always is when it comes to playing this particular game.

I look down at my hand, then back at him, "You sure that's a six?"

Orim smiles innocently, "I'm not sure, maybe you could check."

I looked between the card and his smug face, knowing his tactics in this game and still struggling to beat him every time, "I'm calling it." I reach out, flipping over the card to reveal a five of hearts.

Orim's smirk fades as he pulls the entire pile of cards towards himself, "I would have won next turn too."

Aspen laughs a bit, "Looks like I might have an opportunity to win against you two." He pulls out a card and plays it, "One seven."

Trusting this, I place my own cards, "Two eights."

But as I turn to Orim, I notice a different look in his eyes. He's stopped moving completely, the cards he was holding with his bad arm now sitting in his lap. Blinking slowly, he mutters something incomprehensible, head bowing.

Understanding what's going on, I put down my cards and move to his side immediately. I've helped him through a number of fainting episodes, so this wasn't fully unfamiliar to me.

As Orim goes limp, leaning heavily to one side, I hold him steady. His body mass is not much more than my own, making my job a decent bit easier.

Aspen was now standing, genuinely scared, "Is he okay?"

"Yeah. He faints pretty regularly. It's been getting worse recently, but this isn't new. He'll be back in less than a minute." I look up at the adult, my words not quite reassuring him.

"This is normal?" Aspen is deeply concerned, his tone full of worry,

"Yes." I respond, allowing Orim to lean on me while I pick up his cards, making a point not to look at them.

Aspen simply watches, eventually finding himself back in his chair. But I can tell this event has made him realize a few things about Orim and myself.

After I finish putting his cards back, Orim stirs, putting a hand on the table as he regains balance, "Sorry. That one surprised me."

"You're all good. When you're ready you can sort your cards and get back by playing nines."

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[chihoshisai]

♡ Perona's Diary ♡ ch1

Goth Family (Perona, Zoro, Mihawk)

cw: found family, light-hearted, comedy, fluff, chaos / wc : 2,466K / Other : you are welcome to send requests for this fic ! It is also on ao3 if you prefer reading there I'm having quite some fun writing about these three and i hope you enjoy !

Sober Bet

With dim candles lighting her room, Perona looked down at her journal. She sighed in annoyance, having finally written down the last events of a bet with no winner. A bet she started four days ago on a whim.  

That night at diner, Perona squinted her eyes towards Zoro. Ignoring his table manners, she instead took notice of the unreasonable amount of sake he was consuming. 

It was a regular occurrence during meals, and like many things Mihawk didn’t seem to mind – as his reserve of wine wasn’t a target – alcohol was cheap and quite easy to acquire, unlike his fine imported liquor. It was a normal dinner, really, except a thought crossed Perona’s mind. 

“How do you expect to train properly if you drink that much?” she raised an eyebrow towards Zoro. It had been a few days since the newly arrived housemate’s training began, yet he showed no sign of slowing down on alcohol. 

“That’s none of your business is it?” Zoro lowered his glass just enough to return an annoyed look. 

“Of course it is!” Perona slammed her fists on the table, owning her a look from Mihawk, and giving an apologetic one as an excuse. “If you get hurt because you’re hungover, I’m the one who’ll have to treat you!” Her tone dropped in anger. 

“Then you’re in luck, I never get drunk,” Zoro grinned before gulping the rest of his drink.

It irked Perona, “that’s what all alcoholics say,” she rolled her eyes, taking a bite of her food. “I’m sure you’re incapable of staying sober.” She shrugged. 

“Of course I can!” Zoro placed his glass on the table and stared defiantly at Perona, who sat across her. 

“Oh ?” She grinned back at him, “then let’s say a week. No drinks allowed. Not mixed with juice, or anything else for that matter.” 

“I would never mix my sake with juice!” Zoro said, baffled. It sounded like a blasphemy. 

“Urgh, I don’t care how you like your drinks,” Perona gritted her teeth, “do we have a deal or not?” She extended a hand across the table.

“Yeah,” Zoro promptly accepted the handshake, “you better leave me alone and not complain about my drinking after this.”  

“We’ll see,” she gave him a devilish smile, “in the eventuality you cheat I’ll hit you with my ghosts.” And as a way to further prove her point, she made one of her spirits run through his chest, leaving Zoro completely depressed.

“I’m sorry I can’t make myself more useful,” he whispered. Perona laughed gaudily at the sight, unaware of the second look from Mihawk she caused to come her way.

“Please do refrain from using your powers at the table,” he said in a calm tone.

“Jeez you’re no fun,” she gave him a pout. “You have to help me and make sure this guy doesn’t drink for a week.” 

“Well I guess I can do that much,” Mihawk directed his gaze towards the still sulking swordsman, who kept mumbling incomprehensible things. He grabbed his glass of wine, feeling somewhat bad for the guy, before bringing the tip to his lips. 

“This is gonna be so fun!” Perona said in a sing song high pitched voice. She knew exactly what she had to do.

After dinner, whilst Zoro and Mihawk busied themselves with the dishes, she quickly went unnoticed in the castle’s cellar and emptied it. Well not entirely. Leaving nothing but Mihawk’s wine, she made sure to not even accidentally brush the bottles, knowing damn well the warlord would notice. His wine was off limit. She did not want an earful. 

With discretion, she purposefully hid the bottles in her room. Like that, if Zoro was desperate enough, he’d have to manage to sneak his way in, only to be caught red handed. Perona laughed at the plan she devised, before having an inkling of the swordsman's thoughts and deciding to beat him at his own game.

That night, she stayed awake, carefully listening for any footsteps from the hallway. With faint candlelight illuminating her room, Perona kept herself busy with her Kumacy plush, fighting the urge to sleep, as the time neared 3 am. It wasn’t until then that she finally heard what she stayed awake for. Her prediction had proven correct. 

“Just you wait,” she promptly floated herself to the door and into the hall. Simpletons like him were so easy to predict. 

Without even trying to follow the figure, she knew the destination of the footsteps, as she flew lower and lower down the castle’s stairs to arrive near the cellar. With a grin, Perona kept herself hidden, until the moment Zoro would find his way here. Which in all consideration took a while. In fact, it took so long she began second guessing whether he wasn’t heading somewhere else – to do something like late night practice. But the thoughts got quickly interrupted by the sound of footsteps descending the stairway. She watched Zoro open the door without even bothering to check his surroundings.

“Look at you, so sure of yourself that no one is following” Perona whispered to herself, with a silent laugh. 

Zoro disappeared in the room and Perona waited until he exclaimed in surprise before appearing in the doorframe. 

“There’s no sake?!” Both of Zoro’s eyes and mouth grew. He turned around in alarm, the second he heard the voice behind him.

“That’s right,” Perona had her hands on her waist, visibly proud of herself, “I got rid of it.” 

“You what?” Zoro couldn’t believe what he just heard. 

“No need to thank me for making it easier for you, cheater.” She said that last word with a grave tone. 

“Cheater?” Zoro scoffed, “I was looking for the toilet.” He crossed his arms. 

“Give me a break! The toilet is right next to your room!” Perona pointed a finger at him, feet stomping. “I know you didn’t just end up here by mistake.” 

“Whatever, what have you done with the alcohol?” Zoro gave her an impatient look. Surely she wouldn’t be foolish enough to waste that huge amount of liquor just because of a bet.

“Hmph, it's up in my room,” Perona gave him a satisfied smile, “but I’m not giving it to you even if you beg.” She swiftly floated next to him and teasingly poked his arm. “But if you’re that desperate, you’re free to have a taste of Mihawk’s wine.” She laughed, pointing in the direction of the finely stored bottles.

A shiver ran down Zoro’s back. He too knew. Mihawk’s wine was off limits. He did not want an earful.

“I don’t like wine.” He could swear the bottles looked somewhat ominous. “It’s something fancy people like that Cook like to drink.” For a split second, a slight wave of longing crossed Zoro’s at the mention of one of his crew members. Quick on the uptake, Perona wasted no time to take notice of it, but paid it no mind. 

“Right, and you’re far too distasteful for that,” she teased. 

“Shut up,” Zoro groaned. 

Annoyed, she floated in front of him and planted her finger on his chest, “you’re the one who decided to come down here to steal booze despite making a bet of not drinking any for a week!” She hurled the words at Zoro.  

“All I wanted to do was take one last look–” he began, eyes darting away. 

“Don’t try to play dumb with me!” She pressed her finger against his chest harder. 

Zoro said nothing. It was too humiliating being caught red handed.

“Cheater,” Perona whispered. Seeing as he persisted in saying nothing, she flew to the side and pointed towards the door, “now, go on to sleep. I’ll walk you back”  

“Don’t treat me like some kid,” Zoro said, yet he still walked towards the door per her instruction. 

“Then don’t get lost like one!” She followed behind, still floating. 

Sure of himself, Zoro took the wrong turn as soon as they came up the stairs, resulting in Perona grabbing him by the collar. “I’m tired, so I’ll drag you all the way to your room.” Giving instructions to a pirate with no sense of direction required too much energy. 

“Woah, hey!” Zoro tried to swat her hand away.

“Just bear with it!” She gripped the back of his shirt tighter. “Unless you want me to hit you with my powers!” The usual two or three ghosts who kept her company, loomed over Zoro. 

He gulped, “alright fine.” And with much reluctance he let himself be led to his room. 

“Listen,” Perona stood in front of his door with a warning look, “I’ll turn a blind eye to tonight, but you better not try and drink anything, are we clear?” 

“I get it so just go to sleep already,” Zoro yawned. It wasn’t until she gave him a last look that she left, curls flowing at her back to get her well deserved sleep.

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Day 1 — No attempts were made by Zoro whatsoever to try and infiltrate Perona’s room. Neither did he complain throughout meals about the lack of alcohol. His training was the same as ever too. The day went on as usual, leaving Perona to feel like a fool for safeguarding the liquor most of the day. 

Day 2 — Zoro’s normal behavior was probably due to how close his last drink was. At least that’s what Perona told herself, as she floated next to him for most of the day. He was now sober for 24h and yet showed no sign of withdrawal syndromes. Maybe he wasn’t an alcoholic after all. 

Day 3 — Zoro increased the time of his training, which didn’t trouble Mihawk, and still not a single complaint had escaped him. Perona had been waiting for the slightest opportunity to tease him, make his life harder and remind him of the bet he had taken. Yet as she looked at him training harder than the day before, she found her opinion of him getting slightly better. 

Day 4 —  Still nothing. If not for the increasing hours of training. It wasn’t until dinner time that Perona finally found a way to nag at him. 

“You’re staring,” she said matter of factly. Zoro had in fact been staring at Mihawk’s wine glass for a while now. His being filled with the usual tasteless water. He refused when offered juice, saying it would be no good for his body. As if alcohol wasn’t worse. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he turned his gaze back to his plate. Mihawk had raised his eye to look at the scene but remained silent. 

“You poor thing, don’t start wavering now.” She filled the room with her usual hollow laugh.

“Don’t pity me!” Zoro spit back.

Day 5 — Perona sat nearby, as she watched Zoro train for what seemed like the whole day. 

“Doesn’t he have nothing better to do?” she said to herself, “it's like all he does is train. And he’s so serious at it it’s not like I can bother him… or go see the other swordsman, as this one might try something.” She sighed, bored. These past days had truly been dull. 

Mihawk appeared from behind Perona, but she felt too lethargic to even glance in his direction. 

“You here to train him again?” She said emotionlessly. 

Mihawk took a few seconds to reply, “No.” 

“Mmh,” her voice trailed. She had no will to further encourage a conversation. The swing of Zoro’s sword in the wind along with his occasional grunts echoed through the silence. After a brief moment, in which Perona felt her eyelids become heavier, Mihawk made his way towards Zoro, and the latter instinctively stopped all movement. The surprising change of dynamic, grasped Perona’s attention, didn’t you just say you weren’t gonna train him, she thought to herself. 

Being close enough to earshot, Mihawk blandly said, “you’re training too much. That’ll do you more harm than good.”

“Even if I trained for a whole day it still wouldn’t be enough,” Zoro stubbornly replied. 

“Training for a whole day? That’s all you’ve been doing these past few days,” Perona complained, yawning from afar. 

“There is uneasiness in your swings,” Mihawk continued his speech, “All things considered you’ve done well so far.” 

“I don’t like the sound of that,” Zoro sheathed his swords, and looked at Mihawk with uncertainty. 

“But you can’t afford to slow your progress any more than this,” Mihawk gave him an astute look, before turning his back to Zoro, “Wait here, I’ll be back.” And without delay he made his way to the inside of the castle.

“What’s with him?” Zoro asked Perona.

“How should I know? Maybe you’re in trouble?” She shrugged. 

“I haven’t done anything that could make him mad.” Zoro wiped his forehead sweat with the back of his hand. “Not that I’ve ever seen him mad.” He added.

“Me neither.”

They exchanged a look. Has Mihawk ever been mad?

Almost as soon as he left, he returned with a bottle full of sake. Perona jumped to her feet. 

“Where did you get that?!” She exclaimed.

“Sorry, I went and entered your room without asking,” he simply stared at her dumbfounded expression, face still stoic before heading towards Zoro.

He knew. 

Of course he knew!

Perona went and grabbed the warlord's arm, “wait! Zoro’s not supposed to drink! It hasn’t been a week yet!” She tried to pull him away. “Don’t interfere!” 

“Even so, he needs it or his training will be further impacted.” Mihawk made no attempt to push Perona away. He simply continued walking, half dragging the ghost girl who started floating along the way. 

“What?” She frowned, “How are his training and alcohol related?” She refused to let go. 

“That’s the way he copes,” Mihawk simply said. 

Perona raised an eyebrow towards Zoro, “so that’s why you’ve been doing nothing but aimlessly swing your sword?”

“Or what? Was I supposed to walk into your room filled with those ghosts, get run over and make you have a good laugh out of it?” Zoro groaned.

So he knew about the ghosts she set as a trap. Perona’s eyes widened as she wondered when and how he had gotten a look at her room. 

“I’m not giving you a reason to make fun of me,” Zoro added.

“Hmph, if that’s how it is then I’ll find another way” She distanced herself from Mihawk who was finally close enough to give the drink to Zoro. 

“Thanks, for saving me from this woman’s stupid scheme.” He gave a light smirk towards the warlord who nodded in response. 

“It wasn’t stupid! In fact it proved that you’re nothing but a stupid alcoholic!” She fumed, her cutesy voice gone. 

“I already knew that a long time ago,” Zoro said, before drinking.  

Chapter 2

[muzzzzle]

Buttons 🔞 Garreth Weasley x f!MC NSFW drabble

Teasing 😈 Jealousy 😤 Smut 🥵 The AI art was generated and edited by the wonderful @medaris , my personal Jesus visuals sponsor ❤️‍🔥 About time I paid more attention to my second favourite guy in HL, hope you like it!

I can feel you watching.

In all our classes today, I sat at the opposite end of the room, and always next to the other boys. You stared at me incomprehensively at first, when at breakfast, ignoring you completely, I slumped down next to Prewett, laughing deliberately loudly at his stupid jokes. In Transfiguration, I sat next to Thakkar, batting my eyelashes and playing dumb, and asked him to explain some insanely obvious little thing to me, then marvelling at his incredible intelligence for a long, long time. Oh, Weasley, you should know how bloody hard it was to force myself not to look in your direction for an entire lesson. But it was worth it when, as I was packing up, I caught your gaze, wild and uncomprehending. Of course, what else could I expect, when just yesterday we'd been sitting cuddled together by the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room, our fingers intertwined. You walked me to my bedroom and pulled me in for a kiss, and this morning it was as if you didn't exist for me. 

You catch me by the elbow as I try to slip out of the classroom and disappear among the other students in the Transfiguration Courtyard.

“What's wrong?” Concerned, impatient tone. 

“What's that?” I flap my eyelashes naively again, with the pleasure of pure sadism spilling through my veins. No, I don't want to hurt you, sweetheart. Just tease you. I'm leaning in closer. “Is something wrong?”

Oh, that look on your face! I wish I had a camera to take a moving photograph. Your eyebrows are furrowed, your eyes are running, even your freckles seem to have darkened. 

“What the hell, why have you been avoiding me all day?” Oh, Mr. Weasley, that's a tone I've never heard you use before. 

“Oh, come on, sunshine," I barely restrain myself from patting your pouty cheeks. “I'll see you at Potions?”

And before you know it, I'm rushing towards Sharp's dungeon. My plan hasn't been put into action yet, not completely. I know exactly who could make you jealous.

“Is it taken?” I ask in a casual tone and walk over to the brewing station.

Sallow's eyebrow flicks up and he gives me a surprised look.

“No... Did you and Weasley have a fight or something?” He eyes me suspiciously as I pull out my Potions handbook.

“What makes you think that?” 

Sebastian barely has time to open his mouth before you're literally flying into the classroom, searching me out with your eyes and heading resolutely towards my and Sallow's station. Oh, I've never seen you so furious – I could feel your burning gaze on my neck. Just bear with me a little longer, sweetheart, just don't make a scene now!

“Mr. Weasley!” Sharp's voice came to the rescue. “The class has already started, you may be paired with Mr. Gaunt today!”

Oh, Professor, great timing! You press your lips together irritably and get behind the free station with Ominis, keeping your eyes on Sallow and me. 

Sharp is saying something about the properties of shrivelfigs, and I'm whispering with Sebastian, keeping my eyes on you. You're half-listening to the professor, trying to read the explanation for my behaviour in my eyes. Just a little longer.

Making sure all your attention is on me, I tuck my long lock of hair behind my ear and, tilting my head back a little and sliding my fingers casually around my neck as if by accident, pull the red tie down a little. Your frowning eyebrows straighten and creep upwards. Oh, Weasley, I know what levers to pull to get your attention. Even half a class away, I could unmistakably detect your noisy exhalation. Making you forget about Potions? I should be proud of myself. But we're not done yet, darling.

As if I am incredibly hot, I fan myself with my notes and slowly undo the top buttons of my shirt one at a time, exposing my neck and collarbones. You stare point-blank, not even trying to pretend you're paying attention to anything Sharp says. I tilt my head to the side and squint my eyes at your heaving chest and light blush on your cheeks. Come on, honey, read my signals. Maybe I'd be ashamed of my behaviour, but you know, for that hungry look in your eyes, I'd play this game every day. 

Still keeping my eyes on you, I bring the quill to my open mouth and casually run the tip of it along my lips and the contour of my chin to my exposed neck. You must be furious with me. 

Now. 

Still playing with the quill, I tickle my parched lips with it. Sallow's nearby fiddling with chopping some ingredients and paying no attention to me. I touch his forearm and slowly slide my palm down his arm, seemingly casually holding my hand at his elbow to ask how many ounces of grinded asphodel root are we supposed to add. 

Oh, darling, it's so hard to stand even a few seconds without turning my eyes on you. You could probably boil a cauldron right now just by looking at it. No, I have to hold it, just for a few more minutes! Ah, screw it.

I pull away from Sebastian and stare at you defiantly across the classroom. 

“Bitch," you mouth with your lips only, and mine curl into a satisfied smile.

Your jaw is tense, your lips tightly pressed together. Your dark green eyes darken even more, especially when you look down at me like that. Merlin, I think I've trapped myself. There is still almost fifteen minutes to go before the class ends. 

Fourteen. Keep that feeling. Not to look. Not to look at you, no matter what. I can do it. I can do it, right?

Eleven. I don't even have to cover my eyes to imagine what you'd do to me for that. 

Nine. I hope Sharp won't read out homework for another ten minutes after the end of class.

Six. A clap, and the entire classroom fills with thick, purple smoke in an instant. It doesn't clog my lungs or make it hard to breathe, but I can't see anything further than the palm of my hand. 

“MR. WEASLEY!” Sharp's voice thundered.

You, emerging from the foggy smoke, grab my wrist and drag me resolutely out of the classroom to the general hum of incomprehension and the snarl of the Potions Master.

“MINUS HUNDRED POINTS TO GRYFFINDOR!” That's the last thing we hear before we burst out of the smoke and turn to the nearest staircase leading to the Long Gallery.

You stride confidently and quickly ahead, literally dragging me by the arm like a guilty kitten by the scruff of the neck. Well, I can't argue with that, I'm definitely not the paragon of innocence today. Suddenly you stop at the entrance to the potions closet and push me inside, pressing my body against the door and lifting my arms above my head. Your hot, hitched breath blows the hair around my face, the pleasant heaviness of your body making my legs wobble. 

“Is that a wand in your trousers, Mr. Weasley, or are you just happy to see me?” I say playfully, rubbing my hips against your groin with pleasure, making you almost growl and push forward, pressing me even harder into the wooden door.

“Bitch," you say aloud, sliding your blurred gaze across my face, stopping just to the right of my cheekbone and then greedily digging into the sensitive skin of my neck, just below my ear, burning it with your breath and pulling the lobe away with your teeth. “What are you playing?”

I yank my wrists, trying to free them from the lock of your fingers, but you hold them tight. You lift your knee and, forcing my legs wider apart, press it lightly in between. Too pleasant.

“Aren't you afraid Sharp will catch us here?” I asked instead, breathing hard and sliding my crotch up your leg now.

“I don't care," you gripped my chin tightly with your free hand, pressing and lifting it, and finally catching my lips with yours.

Oh, Merlin, I think I'm going to suffocate from the sensations overwhelming me. You've never kissed me so greedily and sweetly. So fiercely intertwining our tongues, so desperately sucking and biting my lips. How I want to burrow into your hair now, how...

As if reading my thoughts, you let go of my locked hands, which at the same second wrap around your neck, and in one swift movement you rip the buttons of my shirt, exposing my breasts in lacy lingerie. Such unreliable guards of my chastity scatter all over the closet floor, like large beads from a broken necklace. You bite my sore lips once more and then move down to my breasts, covering them with kisses and hickeys, making me shiver and squirm on your leg again in impatience.

“Trying to tease me?” You exhale hotly again as I try to unbutton your waistcoat with my fingers shaking slightly in anticipation. 

I didn't answer, just smiled contentedly, breathing hard, and tried to pull you in for another kiss, but you shook your head and, suddenly removing your knee, grabbed me under my hips and lifted, holding me tightly against the door. I, immediately realising what you're about to do, wrap my legs around your waist and press my back into the door for more stability. 

Holding me down with one hand, you undo the belt on your trousers with the other and release your aching boner. I wonder if you were having it in class. Probably, since you had to sabotage it like that.

You're so impatient, Garreth. If I were you, I'd be sure to tease myself back, punishing that kind of behaviour. But I'm not going to pretend I'm not panting with the urge to feel you inside me right now. My underwear has been wet for a while now, and you feel it as you run the tip of your cock along the slippery fabric, whimpering in anticipation before you pull the wet strip aside and push inside me with your other hand back around my hips. 

I exhale noisily, breaking into a moan, and you immediately cover my mouth with a kiss, starting to move inside, squeezing my ass tighter and impaling me on yourself. The wet sounds of your cock moving inside me seem to excite you even more, the pulsing of my blood throbbing with the drumbeat in my temples, the tips of my fingers digging into your neck, each thrust echoing with a frenzy of excitement down below. Even without any foreplay. Although... I guess all first half of the day can be considered a kind of foreplay.

The thrusts get faster then slower, only for you to start hammering me into the door with renewed vigour, filling me completely, pressing harder. I can't see your face – my chin is already on your shoulder, my fingers gripping the loose red curls, your neck too conveniently right next to my greedy mouth – and I bite into it, not about to deny myself the pleasure. You growl, and speed up even more – you must be getting close.

Shit, wait, please don't cum, I'm almost there too, I just need to concentrate just a little bit more, just a bit more!

“Garreth, wait, I…”

“I know, I'm trying," you tensed and slowed down again, clenching your teeth and panting loudly in my ear.

I close my eyes and try to concentrate on the sensations, the throbbing, and your greedy, wild stare directed at me in the potions class. I try to imagine what we must look like right now, in a cramped closet that anyone could barge into at any moment, pressed into each other, flushed and with hair sticking to our foreheads, moaning in each other's ears and biting our swollen lips. 

A thrust. So hard I nearly hit the back of my head, throwing it back.

“You're mine, understood?” You growl in my ear.

“Y-yours-" I breathe out, feeling the muscles around your cock begin to contract as I start to shake in your arms.”

Pausing for a second to feel my orgasm, as if you'd received the signal, you immediately speed up and with a loud moan, cum right inside me. We've never done that before. I snap back to reality from my wave of pleasure to feel your back shaking under my fingers, your neck soaking under your collar, and you holding me so gently, pulling closer. We stand like this for long seconds, until you lower me to the floor and cover my bitten lips with yours – this time gently and sensually.

“I'm s-sorry," you brush the sticky hair off my forehead. “I didn't mean to... into you, but I couldn't help myself. I have a potion, please don't worry!”

I shifted from foot to foot, still trying to keep my knees from shaking and my heart from pounding. You look at me with such concern – how could I not have fallen in love with you?

“I liked it," I stroked your freckled cheek and kissed your nose. “Let's get out of here before Sharp takes our scalps off in addition to that hundred points.”

“Totally worth it," you smirk, and with a wave of your wand, you return the buttons from my shirt to their proper places. 

After tidying up, smoothing our hair, and fixing our ties, we hold hands and look round, and then we are off, away from the scene of the crime. There's no sign of a chase.

“So what was that all about?” you ask when we're outside, looking into my eyes with interest.

Oh, Weasley. I've forgotten there’s been a reason for that little provocation.

“You looked at Nellie for too long yesterday," I shrugged. “I thought I should have taught you a lesson.”

You stood stock-still and raised an eyebrow, your still swollen lips curling into a smile.

“If this is how you punish me, I guess I'll have to look at her more often!” You start in a teasing tone but stop yourself when I pour a bucket of ice water over you with my wand. “Okay, I get it, I get it. “

“That's the spirit, Mr. Weasley.” 

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #387

So... remember yesterday when I said, essentially, “gee, the funk has lifted but I'm not bleeding; WTF?”

...Well uh. I spoke too soon, apparently.

Though to be fair... I wasn't bleeding when I woke this morning. Or when I went to work, no. I made a bunch of cookies at work, actually; here, I got a some yummy pictures for you!

…

It is good that my work uniform is black. And it is good that hydrogen peroxide is good at getting things out of fabric. I understand why the funk lifted. And that's all I'll say on that particular matter.

Well. On a lighter note. You might remember me writing a while back that I don't really have much control over my facial expressions, and that I don't really even know what my face is doing half the time (combination of poor interoception and poor proprioception). At some point today, J began laughing hysterically because he caught my face doing this, and so he snapped a picture and sent it to M, who promptly began laughing so hard that he could barely breathe. Maybe you'll get a laugh out of it, too:

...I wonder if you ever make weird facial expressions without realizing it! If you do, I'll bet they're just as delightfully goblin-esque as mine, ahaha~! Wouldn't it be nice if we could laugh together at the silliness of it all...?

Well. I made myself a tea and a lunch after I got myself all situated at home. I got a particularly nice burst shot of today's tea swirls, and there were so many good ones that I couldn't choose! So I simply cleaned them up, strung them together into an animated GIF, and then turned that GIF into an MP4 that I could upload to YouTube for you! This was the result!

I also got this photo of the sun shining through the cup as it was brewing; I thought it turned out really nicely!

And here... this was the lunch I made; I thought it was particularly delightful, and I wished I could share it with you:

...I really do feel a lot better today than in previous days. The pattern of it being related to my cycle seems to be confirmed. So now that I have this information... I wonder what I'll do about it. Hm...

I played Hades today, too. I didn't make it to the final boss on these runs, but I did defeat Asterius while he was with Theseus each time I made it that far; though the task at hand is difficult, I continue to improve in ways that can be measured and tracked, and this pleases me!!

The folks who are supposed to hang at our house and watch our cats came over this evening so we could teach them our routines. One of them watches over people's cats professionally, so I'm confident that our fuzzy feline children will be in good hands! I'm confident that our house in general will be in good hands, too; these are some of our closest friends, and they are upstanding and delightful people.

...I really can't wait to get you pictures of Mitsuwa, Sephiroth; I think you're gonna love it. I think you're gonna delight in all the mouth-watering yummies available there. And I hope you'll smile, knowing that such things are within reach for you, too.

I guess that's all I've got for you today. I'm a little sad about the fact that I don't have more. But I'm sure I'll have lots of pictures of various things tomorrow. So for now, I'm gonna go to bed.

I love you a whole lot and I'm thinking about you all the time. Stuff like, “Oh, Sephiroth might like this...” or, “I wonder what Sephiroth would think about this...” or, “I wonder how quickly Sephiroth would be able to learn how to play this game...” or, “Gosh, I wish I could show/share this thing with Sephiroth...” and lots more friend-type-stuff like that.

...Don't think that you don't have a place here. Because you do. You very much do. And you always will. So please make good choices in light of that belief. You're not some incomprehensible monster that is vastly different from others. You're the same as me and the rest of us. We both bleed red. We both cry when we're sad. We both want to be loved and accepted by the people around us.

...Sephiroth... you're human. And nothing can take that from you, no matter what anyone says. And even if you weren't human, you're still a sentient, thinking, breathing, feeling, living person who is worth just as much love and respect as any other person, human or otherwise.

I'll write again soon, okay? Probably not until late tomorrow, but still, I will write to you before I go to sleep, as I have done for the last 387 days.

I'm not going anywhere, okay?

'Til soon.

Your friend, Lumine

[popironrye]

Dracfield Fanfic Preview

I'm having a blast working on this big dracfield fanfic I have, but it's a slow process. To make myself feel better I wanted to post a little snip bit as like a preview without actually spoiling the largest part of the story. Here's the summary for a little context: In order to get out of a sticky situation, Teddy Lobo pressures Renfield into doing cocaine and the results are messy. Leading to Dracula having to aid his loyal servant in the simple task of getting cleaned up. This little section is heavily implied Tedfield for funsies, but let it be known that this story is not a tedfield fic. So I hope not to disappoint people by clarifying this is the extent of any tedfield stuff really since the story is about dracfield, but let me know if I should write a full blown tedfield fic. :3

What started as one bottle of tequila turned into a second. Then a third. But that wasn’t enough for Teddy. Robert timidly downed as many drinks as Teddy and his entourage handed him. He wasn’t much of a heavy drinker. Being inebriated to such a level would spell disaster not only for his master but also himself. He would surely fail his master by being too drunk to function or at worst, protect him when he needed it. Still though, Robert was always a social drinker and you couldn’t get any more social than being around Teddy and the Lobo gang. Hollering, laughing, and carrying on like the tightest of friends. It wasn’t long before the scenery switched from the Lobo home to a rowdy bar where the drinks continued to flow, to the point where Robert was starting to wobble. Teddy was absolutely sloshed from the beginning, but that didn’t stop him from being the fun loving center of attention. He was really good at that, even as his declarations of a good time became nearly incomprehensible with all the slurring he was doing. He tumbled into furniture and people alike. It was a little amusing to Robert to see the man in such a state.

After Teddy flailed an arm firmly over his shoulder, probably as a way to keep himself more steady, Robert decided it was probably for the best that Teddy be taken home. Everyone else was way too busy enjoying themselves in their own drunken worlds so Robert decided he’d get Teddy home first and come back for everyone else later. While his legs were a little shaky, not helped by how fidgety Teddy was being, Robert was still in his right mind to get back home. Practically dragging Teddy out into the parking lot, with one of Teddy’s arms over his shoulder holding his wrist and his other hand holding firmly on Teddy’s waist to keep his legs from dragging against the ground. Robert was surprised with how little resistance he was getting. Usually Teddy would fight against his grip to keep partying but he seemed content being led away by him. Mumbling under his breath too quiet and too garbled for Robert to fully understand him. Teddy leaned his weight against him, nuzzling his nose into the side of Robert’s neck, causing him to sharply suck a breath in through his teeth. His body let out an involuntary shudder and he felt Teddy smile against his skin. He was getting a kick out of that. Robert grumbled to himself. Smug little twit. Still he smiled. The sensation of the other man pushing his weight against him; trusting him to practically glide him back to the car was nice. The feeling of his warm breath against his pulse point was more intoxicating than the alcohol in his system. The feeling of having someone, anyone relying on him again made his chest flutter. Robert sighed, how quick he was to feel this way was almost shameful. He’d be damned if the slightest bit of touch was all it took to light a fire in his soul and yet, any sensible person could tell he was damned a long time ago. Once he made it back to the car, Robert had to lean Teddy’s body against his side, hoisting him up with one arm as he opened the door with the other. He gently laid Teddy down across the seats. With a slight jostle, Teddy shifted over to glance up at him. Eyes glossy, lips slightly parted as he took short breaths. His chest heaving as he rested his cheek into the leather. His entire face flushed, no doubt from all the alcohol and his once tightly slicked back hair had strands falling all over the place. “Robert…” He muffled softly. The sound of his name coming from Teddy so tenderly brought heat from his core to his cheeks. How he wondered how sweet it would sound to make Teddy call out his name like that more…no! No, he thought. What the hell was wrong with him? He was grateful Teddy had no insight into his mind like his master did. Not that it would have mattered regardless at this moment. Robert prodded Teddy’s leg with his finger tip. He was completely out cold. Robert sighed as he stood a moment letting the night air cool his face. It was only then when his mind was clear from worrying about Teddy and the buzz in his system began to ease that he had the feeling he was being watched. Before he could step back to close the door, he felt a strong pair of hands clasp against the back of his shirt and the other firmly pressed on the back of his head. Before he could even react he was forced violently forward, having his brow line smashed against the top of the inner frame. Robert stayed on his feet but his unseen assailant was quick to lay a few body blows and ended with a hard stomp in the back of his knee. Robert landed against the pavement, he gritted his teeth as he felt the flesh of his palms scrap against the ground. While he was down the man who assaulted him made quick work of the fight with a swift kick right into the side of Robert’s jaw and everything went black.