#SPIRIT WORLD ONGOING WHEN

[themyscirah]

Obsessed with the idea of Xanthe accidentally folding something/summoning something with their joss paper and then it's just like welp. I guess I have a dog now

[saffusthings]

second chances — masterlist.

mob boss! lando norris x reader

summary: Lando Norris runs his empire with precision. As the head of The Reaper's Circle —the most influential mob in Monaco— he must be ruthless, untouchable, and always ten steps ahead.

But when a chance encounter at a quiet coffee shop leads to an unexpected connection, he finds himself treading dangerous ground. She’s ordinary and completely unaware of the world he operates in. Yet, he keeps going back. It starts as an indulgence, a curiosity—until suddenly, it’s not.

Because while Lando may be watching her, he’s not the only one.

status: ongoing

one: wrong place, wrong time ↘ trivia

two: hush, hush baby

three: clean up ↘ fun fact

four: a familiar stranger

five: devil's in the details

six: don't blink ↘ characters & cameos

seven: invisible string ↘ characters & cameos

eight: midnight meets ↘ trivia

nine: friendship is magic

ten: three's a crowd ↘ characters & cameos ↘ characters & cameos

eleven: somebody's watching me

twelve: the watcher ↘ fun fact

thirteen: passenger princess

fourteen: mask on, mask off ↘ fun fact ↘ trivia

fifteen: creature of habit

sixteen: what could've been, and what will be ↘ fun fact

seventeen: dream a little dream of me ↘ trivia

eighteen: the things we don’t say ↘ fun fact

nineteen: the talk ↘ fun fact ↘ trivia

twenty: you've been made ↘ fun fact ↘ trivia

twenty one: hypothetically ↘ trivia ↘ trivia

twenty two: balancing act ↘ trivia ↘ characters & cameos

twenty three: all the stars ↘ trivia

twenty four: dinner, but like, in a friend way ↘ fun fact ↘ fun fact

twenty five: here in spirit ↘ characters & cameos ↘ fun fact ↘ trivia

twenty six: distance

twenty seven: margot ↘ fun fact ↘ trivia

twenty eight: that funny feeling

twenty nine: blind spot

thirty: daniel

thirty-one: what we (don't) say

thirty-two: getting familiar

thirty-three: in another life

thirty-four: so close, yet so far

thirty five: normal people

thirty-six: peek-a-boo

thirty-seven: this ends now

thirty-eight: trouble’s calling

thirty-nine: you’ve been made

forty: fallout

forty-one: lost

forty-two: hello? are you there?

forty-three: y/n new!

forty-four: a life for a life coming soon…

[marvelstoriesepic]

❀ 𝓑𝓊𝒸𝓀𝓎 𝓑𝒶𝓇𝓃𝑒𝓈 ℳ𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉 ❀

Last updated: June 8

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𐦍 𝒮𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈 𐦍

Breaking Chains (on hiatus)

Biker!Bucky x reader

Summary: Leaving behind an abusive and possessive boyfriend, and finding refuge in the hometown you once yearned to escape, certainly wasn’t a chapter you anticipated in your life’s story. Yet, eyes as blue as the sky at dusk, belonging to a mysterious biker drew you into a world of unexpected possibilities, where a job at his bar becomes more than just a means of survival - it’s a pathway to freedom and self-discovery. Though, breaking away from your past proves daunting when shackled by invisible chains.

Like a Phoenix (completed) [92.2k] ☘︎

Mercenary!Bucky x Princess!Reader

Summary: An attack on your palace thrusts your only hope for survival into the hands of a mercenary who is forced to protect you, all due to a vow he made many years before. Though, those are circumstances neither of you have chosen.

A Window Open to the Moon (ongoing)

Roommate!Bucky x Reader

Summary: Adopting a kitten from the animal shelter was an easy decision for Bucky and you. But Alpine soon becomes the excuse you never needed to finally get close.

𐦍 𝒯𝓌𝑜-𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓈 𐦍

1. Tangled ropes [8.2k] & 2. Beyond the Horizon

Sailor!Bucky x reader

Summary: A new sailor arrives at the docks amongst Captain Barton’s crew. Maybe it’s the way he looks at you, the way he carries himself, or perhaps it’s the way his eyes are the echo of the ocean in color and depth. But something about him makes you want to untangle the ropes that seem to choke his spirit.

1. The ropes that bind me [13.4k] & 2. Bridge to your world

Fisherman!Bucky x Mermaid!Reader

Summary: Being a creature of the sea, you are bound to a life beyond the surface, always in sight of the human realm, yet forever out of grasp. But after centuries of this finned existence it’s a fisherman coming to the docks day after day that compels you to bridge the gap between your worlds, despite the warnings about humanity being ingrained into your kind your whole life. Will you meet the same tragic end as several of your sisters before?

1. In too deep [7.4k] ☘︎ & 2. Different, this time [10.3k] ☘︎

Fuck buddy!Bucky x Reader

Summary: After Bucky calls, and you come running, you end up locked in his bathroom, trying to get rid of the evidence that something hasn’t gone well this time.

1. All up in Flames [9.4k] & 2. Not the Time I Meant to Call You [10.7k]

Firefighter!Bucky x Reader

Summary: You just want your toxic ex-boyfriend’s things to stop haunting your apartment. So you let your friends lit the match. But then the sirens come, and with them Bucky Barnes, who puts out more than just the flames.

𐦍 𝒪𝓃𝑒-𝒮𝒽𝑜𝓉𝓈 𐦍

Listen to your gut [2.8k] ✯

Avenger!Bucky x Avenger!Reader

Summary: Bucky is assigned on a Hydra mission. Letting him venture back in the lion’s den without backup sets a deep unsettling dread knotting your stomach. Drowning out logic and reason you beg him to stay.

Still on the list [14.1k] ☘︎

Frat!College!Bucky x College!Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes, the infamous frat guy, known for sleeping around and throwing parties left and right, constantly invites you, out of all people, to all of them. His intentions though remain a mystery to you. Following a troubling event that leaves you shaken and anxious, Bucky is there to pick up the pieces. Stolen glances and exchanged smiles gradually blossom into a connection that goes beyond what meets the eye.

Casual Sweetness [2.3k] ♡ ✯

Roommate!Bucky x reader

Summary: You seek out your roommate and best friend Bucky for comfort after a girls night out leaves you shaken up.

Two [6.2k] ♡ ✯

College!Athlete!Bucky x College!Reader

Summary: Your friends Wanda and Nat drag you to a corn maze event at night. After a rather unpleasant encounter with Bucky, Sam, and Steve, you want nothing but this night to end. Unfortunately for you, you’ll have to find the exit first.

Latte (He)art [7.8k]

Barista!Bucky x Coworker!College!Reader

Summary: Your sweet coworker at the café you work at part time is the only thing able to brighten your day. So it’s only practical that he always ends up in the same shift as you.

Ocean’s claim [5.9k]

Lifeguard!Bucky x Amateur!Surfer!Reader

Summary: Seeking a thrill, your friend Natasha convinces you to go surfing during stormy weather conditions - a bad idea as you come to experience.

Pirate Nights and Pumpkin Lights [1.7k]

Modern!Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky and you take Morgan, Billy, and Tommy trick-or-treating on Halloween.

Weakness [7.2k] ☘︎

Avenger!Bucky x Avenger!Reader

Summary: You use Bucky’s only weakness to your advantage until it bites you in the ass.

Like he means it [13.6k] ☘︎

Roommate!Bucky x Reader

Summary: You can’t take another night of hearing Bucky fuck a girl who isn’t you.

Creamy or Crunchy [3.7k] ♡ ☘︎

Avenger!Bucky x Avenger!Reader

Summary: Bucky joins you grocery shopping to everyone’s surprise.

Supposed Distraction [7.6k] ☘︎

College!Athlete!Bucky x College!Reader

Summary: It’s Bucky’s birthday and you and your friends are planning a surprise party. That leaves you with the task to distract him while the others prepare.

Small gesture, Big meaning [3k] ✯

Tfatws!Bucky x Shield!Reader

Summary: Sam and you prepare something for Bucky’s birthday with the little you can scrape together.

Change your mind [6.5k] ☘︎

College!Athlete!Bucky x College!Reader

Summary: Natasha drags you to an NYU baseball game. And despite yourself, one player catches your attention.

A Thousand Times Before [16.5k] ☘︎

Avenger!Bucky x Avenger!Reader

Summary: Bucky travels to an alternate universe for the sake of a mission. But he doesn’t expect to come face to face with a version of you that loves him, completely and openly. Back in his own world, he is left with a truth he can’t keep to himself anymore.

𐦍 𝒟𝓇𝒶𝒷𝒷𝓁𝑒𝓈 𐦍

Paranoia [1.4k] ✯

Avenger!Bucky x reader

Summary: Bucky comes home to an unlocked door - his mind convinces him something horrible happened to you

Learn his way [1.5k] ✯

College!Bucky x College!Tutor!Reader

Summary: Bucky is more interested in learning about you than biology

Five days, Five bouquets [1k] ♡ ☘︎ + A Home for Now [2.8k]

Avenger!Bucky x Avenger!Reader

Summary: Five days of a fake marriage. Five days of Bucky bringing you flowers.

“Tell me every terrible thing you ever did, and let me love you anyway.”

- Edgar Allan Poe

[vaguely-concerned]

can you even imagine what a fucking horror show the early game is from spite's perspective, though. not only is this funky forcibly severed little slip of the fade having to deal with the reverse cosmic horror of physical reality as perceived by a spirit and being trapped in it against its will -- existentially confused and disoriented and hurting and nothing makes any kind of sense, at the mercy of human cruelty at its most deliberately sadistic. and then the one source of comfort and compassion and some kind of safety and clarity that lucanis surely must have been to him in the ossuary despite everything just goes and shuts himself in his room inside with a seemingly passive aggressive number of locks between them and no explanation and won't speak to him and they're STILL in the fucking ossuary. rook came and found them and they could be free now (rook is here!) and still lucanis keeps them in the ossuary even though he PROMISED he promised they'd get out of there together!!! what the fuck DO you think at that point? like did he trick me that whole time??? he wasn't like zara before, so why is he doing this to me now? why isn't he saying anything? 'he won't move. I can't reach him'. at least in the ossuary they had a deal, a goal, a hope -- each other. at least he wasn't entirely alone, before.

this poor poor poor little spite spirit really was ferried into the real world like 'hey welcome to reality! as your first introduction to it you're first getting horrifically tortured and then getting to vicariously experience one of THE most distressing and harrowing psychological conditions the human brain can cook up for itself (a fully fledged and deeply entrenched freeze response flaring up with catastrophic severity due to an unbroken ongoing and unlikely to let up any time soon chain of Unfortunately... Recent Events). I think spite is being extremely reasonable and patient about the whole thing, when you put it into perspective. I'm not saying let him eat the self-lighting candles or anything, but he's got some extremely valid points along the way lol. spite is not only child-like, the metaphor work going on is a lot more pleasingly flexible and complex than that, but he is also helplessly existentially dependent on lucanis in a way that, if anything, is a heightened version of the way a child (or child part) has to depend on a parent to navigate the world and survive.

tl;dr: we truly don't give enough sympathy to spite for having to live in the head of lucanis dellamorte. a place even lucanis dellamorte would prefer not to be. to be fair to him I think lucanis would be the first person to agree with this lol

[thevedicarchives]

Crows and their connection to Ketu and Ketu dominants ☋ 

In my long, long ongoing period of astrology observation so far, is something that keeps re-occuring day by day that i wanted to share with fellow observants of this crazy world.

Ever wondered why certain actors in films or series are quite often under the guidance of a fellow crow/raven? Mostly serving as 'the eyes or compass' to the persona itself? Or maybe why you have a great interest (or even daily companionship) from these magnificent creatures? Do please keep reading!

Before i even knew about vedic astrology and thus this amazing link between ketu and crows, i always had these beasts follow me arround my neighbourhood, even appearing right in front of me in moments where i felt unsafe. As if they knew and wanted to guard me or something. I even had a tattoo done years ago that said 'raven' in my native language and carried a big raven skull ring on my middle finger.

When i started to learn and delve deep into the vedic world, i not only discovered that i was (ofc) heavily ketu dominant, but also about the beautifull Hindu goddess or 'Mahāvidyā' that rules over Ketu ; our beloved granny 'Dhumavati'.

As you can see, this widow goddess is (almost) always portrayed sitting on a chariotee under the guidance of crows. Sometimes the crows are even portrayed as the ones pulling the chariot or Dhumavati is shown riding them as horses. She stands for all things Ketu-like, think cosmic forces, destruction of illusions, supernatural powers, divine ancient knowledge, salvation or "moksha", cremation grounds, the void that's left after desolation and destruction of the universe, spirits, death, and so on...

Now me being the horror fan that i am, i ofcourse started to see patterns between crows being used in scary movies or series, and certain actors being accompanied by said crows. One thing led to the other, and alot of birth chart investigations later, i can confidently say there IS a connection.

As followed, i'll sum up the actors who are obviously portrayed with crows/ravens in a movie/show with their respective birth chart placement that makes them all heavy Ketuvian :

-Bill Skarsgård - playing Eric in The Crow, who is literally being resurrected by crows and granted healing abillities to take revenge on the ones who killed both him and his girlfriend : Ketu conjunct Sun.

Ian Somerhalder - Damon Salvatore using his crow to spy on Elena : Has Mula (Ketu ruled Nakshatra) Mars in his 1st house.

-Britne Oldford playing blind Fei in The Umbrella Academy, who uses her crows to see and attack others. Highly possible Ashwini (Ketu ruled Nakshatra) moon. Birth time not confirmed.

-Angelina Jolie as Maleficent, using her crow boy Diaval as her spy and loyal companion : has Ketu conjunct her Sun.

-Tippi Hedren in The Birds, posing with a raven : has Mula ascendant (Birth time confirmed).

Now coming back to my own personal experience with crows, they still follow me arround everywhere i go. I recon moments where they will literally show me the way when google maps fails me. Whenever i get lost somewhere there is a crow flying in the air in a certain direction that i can just follow to find my way back. I am not making this up.

I've always seen them as my spirit guides, long before i knew about astrology or mythology in general. They are by far one of the most magnificent animals to be flying arround this earth.

As time and knowledge goes on, i"ll probably add more names and planetary aspects to this piece of text. For now i just wanted to share what i already know and stand behind, as well as giving my major preach to these beautiful birds and the Hindu Mythology.

For the ones who know : Do you have heavy Ketu influence in your chart? And do you have special connections with crows/ravens in your life? Do they keep popping up wherever you go or maybe you even have a tattoo or favorite art piece related to them? I'm so curious to hear about others and how they experience this!

[lilmarshie]

Hi! I’m not sure if you do platonic and romantic asks but I saw your Bucky and Bob requests were open and had an idea for an imagine.

Platonic Bucky x Reader

Bob Reynolds x Reader

What if Bucky and his daughter figure (perhaps a widow he took under his wing or any other idea whose normally quiet or shy) gather the thunderbolts and work with them to prosecute Valentina but when the void takes over reader meets bob in the void (perhaps a big Bucky reaction) and she talks him down and they crush on each other.

I had no idea how to describe this but if it’s not your usual vibe thats okay!

Hope your having a wonderful day/night

-W.P 💚

The Widow and the Void Prologue

What if the family you found led you to the one that you love?

Platonic! Bucky Barnes x Widow! Reader x Bob Reynolds

A/N: Thank you so much, @wpdarlingpan for the request! I may make this an ongoing series if you guys like it! So this is tentatively part one of the Widow and the Void series.

I took some creative liberties with the idea and put my own spin on it but I am loving this story so far and I hope that you guys like it too!

Thank you for reading and enjoying my works! I appreciate all of the support.

Enjoy!

Bucky had taken you in as his ward, treating you like a member of his family. He loved you and cared for you like no one else did. Especially during your training as a Widow, an elite group of highly trained assassins, that forged you into who you were today. You had trained in the Red Room, but eventually you escaped and sought refuge, and that refuge came in the form of Bucky Barnes.

Bucky, recognized a kindred spirit within you, that deeply resonated with him. So, one day he took you under his wing all while offering you protection and a chance at redemption. You in turn, become his most trusted ally, a lethal force and his own moral compass. You train with him daily, and, he offered you a place to stay to help you. You finally had a new chance at life and an escape from the horrors of the Red Room.

Over time, you helped Bucky to form a team known as the Thunderbolts. A team of misfits who didn’t quite fit into the normal “Avenger,” mold that the world had known. This team would take you in as a true family one that was a bit dysfunctional but in the best way.

Valentina, the director of the C.I.A., wanted to stop this group because you and Bucky wanted to use this newly created team to stop her and any traces of her clutches. With a little cohesive approach and a willingness to bend the rules, you and the rest of the Thunderbolts are unstoppable.

Along the way you meet, Bob Reynolds, a quiet and shy man who had a troubled past. He kept to himself and didn’t really open up to anyone on the team. Over time, Bob warmed up a bit to you during training sessions or during team meetings.

Little did you know that he was harboring a deadly and dangerous secret that could have disastrous consequences.

[lovehotelreservation]

5 v 1

Summary: You really should've quintuple-checked your personal calendar before making date plans among your five boyfriends. Especially when you haven't disclosed to any of them that you even have other lovers.

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: F!Reader x Xavier/Zayne/Rafayel/Sylus/Caleb

Finding yourself blindfolded on a Friday night wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for you.

Both fortunately and unfortunately.

In the context of your career, you’ve had your fair share of run-ins with unsavory types while going undercover, pretending to be taken as hostage by a band of rogue smugglers just so you could get closer to making quick punishing work of the ringleader.

In the context of your love life, however: to put it simply, you’ve had quite the experience.

And it wasn’t mutually exclusive with a single man either–rather, it was more of an ongoing rotation.

You were already a customer at the buffet of life, so why settle on one dish to savor?

After all, what a feast you’ve been blessed to enjoy thus far! A sleepily charming prince, a chilly prim and proper doctor, an eccentrically pouty artist, a handsomely arrogant crime boss, and an over-exuberantly dedicated commander.

It was a miracle that you were able to maintain your respective dating life with each as is. Arcade dates that left you spoiled with bunny plushies, savoring the warmth of hot cocoa and each other’s embrace at a winter resort, strolling along the beachside hand-in-hand as the sun set, zooming through the city on a midnight joyride on a sleek state of the art motorcycle, working up a sweat with gym dates that had kisses and more as rewards for achieving new goals—no matter which man you were with, you were overjoyed.

All while making sure that none of them knew of the others' existence.

But why cheat, one may ask?

Because how could you possibly choose one, as you would reason.

The way Xavier would doze off against your shoulder and snuggle against your side while the two of you watched a movie at his apartment was too precious for words, especially with him clinging to you meant that the rest of the night would be spent on the couch rather than the bed.

The way Zayne would diligently nurse you back to health when you were sick with his expert care, your favorite soup, and affectionate kisses to your forehead were the best remedies you could ever ask for.

The way Rafayel would gaze at you with such attentive eyes while he etched every detail of you into both his mind and upon his sketchbook left you feeling like a masterpiece every moment spent together.

The way Sylus would spoil you with such luxurious gifts without you even needing to ask was nice of course, but knowing that such a powerful man was ever ready to tear out his heart for you at a moment’s notice never failed to leave you in awe.

The way Caleb would cheer you on through anything you set your heart towards effortlessly filled your spirit with resolve; but being well aware that he would burn the world down if it meant that it could leave just the two of you together made you want to bask in his adoration while still keeping him in check for his own sake.

There was something that each man uniquely possessed that you–for all your valor and graciousness as an esteemed Hunter–could not bring yourself to choose over the other.

And so, on a Friday night like any other, you were set to have a date with one of them.

But having such a busy schedule–especially at the cusp of summer when Linkon was bustling with activities both splendid for the community and detrimental to everyone’s way of life–you found yourself stumbling into a scenario that simply boiled down to the fact that you really should have quadruple-checked your calendar.

Promising one but forgetting to cancel with another. Overlooking a rendezvous while making plans at the other side of town. Soothing the urgency of a sudden proposal as your mind lapsed at a previously scheduled hangout from a week before.

A simple mistake with dire consequences.

After all, you now found yourself upon your living room floor on your knees, your eyes covered by black cloth, your clothes stripped away fully, your hands tied behind your back, your heart set to an incessant flutter as you could hear the unmistakable sound of five pairs of footsteps shuffling around you.

There was no way out of this besides punishment.

Any attempts to reason and speak your way out of this had been long cast aside as failed, leaving you silent as you awaited your fate.

It took just one voice to finally break the stifling tension in the air.

“I gotta say: this was pretty clumsy, even for you, sweetie.”

“‘Sweetie’?”

A choir of barbed tongues for such a tender term of affection.

You could already imagine the narrowed stares of cerulean, jade, violet and sapphire-pink point towards the direction of smug crimson irises.

Of course it would be Sylus to get things rolling in the most antagonizing of ways.

“So that’s what other men are calling you, huh cutie?”

Words laced ever so pristinely with venom, paired with a precious pout that you knew had just formed.

That was Rafayel all right.

“Sweetie this, cutie that–who are these strange guys you’re letting chat you up like this, pipsqueak?”

“...what kind of nickname is pipsqueak?”

“That’s just how he is.”

“Oi, what’s that supposed to mean–?!”

While thankfully a sword remained sheathed and a gun stayed holstered, you could easily picture that wary glares that Caleb and Xavier were throwing each other's way all while an exasperated Zayne stood in-between with his fingers at his temple.

You were driven to say something, were it not for the low yet striking sound of Sylus clearing his throat.

“As much as I personally wouldn’t mind having this come to blows, we’re getting distracted from swiftly punishing this mischievous kitten for her greediness. I thought we discussed this already.”

Your body tensed as you finally let out an astonished “What?”

From the moment that you had all five accidentally run into one another at the lobby of your apartment to when you found yourself awaiting judgement while nude, just when did they have time tonight to have such a through talk togeth–

“Hmph while I loathe to agree with you of all people, cutie’s been too naughty to let this slide,” was Rafayel’s huffy reply.

“Glad we’re in agreement,” came Sylus's hearty chuckle. “Well then, brothers in arms, shall we?”

Caleb immediately scoffed, “Don’t call me ‘brother.’”

“You would say that, wouldn’t you?” Zayne quipped, his tone composed while you could hear the faint ‘click’ of his glasses being removed.

“H-Hey!”

The grumble of your name from Xavier’s lips drew your attention while the sound of belts and zippers being undone had you tense with apprehension. “We’ve got a task for you–something that a skilled Hunter like yourself should be able to handle easily.”

Their footsteps approached and you could feel it.

That heat.

That scent.

As tense as you were while you braced for any confrontation with your lovers, your thighs immediately closed together as you shuddered with anticipation.

“Aww excited already? Consider this a test of your memory, sweetie,” Sylus cooed from above. “All of us are going to have a turn stuffing that pretty little mouth of yours with our cocks~”

“If you’re able to identify us all correctly, we’ll forgive your scheduling mishap,” Zayne tsked from the side.

“But get any of us wrong, and I especially will never ever ever forgive you,” Rafayel chimed much too sweetly.

Nodding vigorously in response, you declared with utmost determination, “Whatever it takes to make things right.”

As you were met with a mix of awws and huffs, your lips parted instantly as demonstration of your resolve.

In return, you were greeted with the creamy tip of one cock dragging along your tongue, making sure that you had a taste of pre-cum just before it pushed fully into your mouth in one swift motion. You eagerly got to sucking away, even pressing your nose right against the base of his dick, only to be met with a soft nest of pubic hair. A name flashed in your mind right as he unceremoniously pulled out before another candidate quickly occupied your mouth.

The careful way he eased his cock past your lips, the slight curve to his erection, the lack of pubic hair once you were able to take him to the root. You felt a swell of confidence when he eventually drew away for the next man to take his place.

It was quickly dawning on you that they were being mindful to not linger in your mouth for too long, else risk letting a moan leak and give way to their identity.

Not that you needed such a hint for the next one, by the way you really had to let your mouth stretch and relax your jaw to accommodate the sheer weight and girth of the next cock that plunged into your mouth.

As you found your core already sopping wet and slick while this guessing game prolonged, you were sure of your selections thus far.

The last two felt about the same–even down to their shaving habits. But the distinguishing part came down to the eager and full push of one cock while the other was slower and indulgent.

When the final candidate pulled out, you were already gasping out your answers right as your blindfold was tugged off of your head.

“Rafayel, Zayne, Sylus, Caleb and then Xavier…!”

As you finished speaking, you found yourself shrinking back.

And it wasn’t to finally being exposed to the light of your living room once again.

Rather, it already was a great deal to behold the sheer magnitude of one cock from any of your lovers, but as you remained on your knees, surrounded by all five of them at once was nothing short of intimidating.

At the same time, seeing their dicks gleam with a mix of their pre-cum and your saliva–if you weren’t so on edge, you would have allowed your mouth to drool freely in want of the idea of having your pick of any of them.

But this was not to be a night of your choosing.

Especially not while Rafayel immediately broke into applause.

Even while each clap sounded more mocking than anything.

“Congrats cutie!” He chirped while gazing down at you, his eyes gleaming wickedly as his pink lips curled in an equally mischievous smile. “You just earned yourself a night of punishment!”

Your eyes grew wide as you squawked out, “B-But you said you’d forgive–!”

“We said we’d forgive your misscheduling, not your cheating,” Xavier grumbled while he folded his arms over his chest.

“What Starboy over there said,” Caleb remarked with a jab of his thumb. “Don’t expect us to forgive or forget, alright pipsqueak?” Grinning deviously, he reached down to give you a pat on the back that felt more menacing than encouraging. “We’re gonna fuck this lesson deep into you so you don’t forget!”

With a click of his tongue and a shake of his head, Zayn began to loosen his tie as he observed out loud, “What you’ve demonstrated right here at this moment is that you’ve slept with all of us so much that you can easily differentiate between our bodies even while blindfolded.”

“You’re so cock addicted, sweetie–it’s almost pitiful.” Sylus’s teasing sneer was uttered right as he tossed aside his shirt. “Doesn’t matter who it belongs to, you’re just eager to get your fix, huh?”

Your wrists strained within their bounds as you lowered your head, a helpless whine escaping your lips. “That’s not true.”

The tension that had taken hold of you in anticipation of your punishment was one thing, the building shame and remorse from leading them on and being called out for it was entirely a whole other major matter.

“Actions say otherwise, babe,” Caleb laughed as he and the others continued to undress, clothes littering across your living room. “By the way you’ve been treating us, we’re just your collection of sex toys.”

“Just a collection of cocks for you to pick and choose from whenever you want, huh?” The bite in Rafayel’s words finally did it.

“Not true at all!” Your head snapped up, tears welling within your eyes as you cried out. “I know I messed up–I know misleading and lying to you all was bad! But please know that what I feel for each of you is true! Each of you are so special to me!”

With the five now fully naked as they stood before you, all eyes were on you, staring at your expression, assessing the authenticity of your words and tears.

“Is that so?” Xavier challenged a moment later, his words firm. “Use this night to claim each of us then. Demonstrate if we truly have a place in your heart.”

“Not only with words but with action,” Zayne remarked, his gaze fixed in a stern stare.

“If you don’t, then you can say goodbye to your bodyguard days and say hello to motherhood once I’m done with you,” Rafayel hummed, his intentions much more serious than the sing-song tone he spoke in.

“‘We’re,’” the other four immediately interjected, casting a glare towards his direction.

With a pitiful sniffle, you nodded vigorously as you declared, “I’ll prove it, I swear it to each of you! Right here, right–”

“–now.”

Xavier uttered this before he immediately dropped down to kiss you fully, ignoring the hisses and curses sent his way by Rafayel and Caleb.

But nothing mattered, only that you were receiving his affection, however blistering it was currently expressed.

He made quick work of the binding around your wrists, leaving you free to run your hands through his hair while you reciprocated his kiss with sheer earnestness. After feeling so unsure you would ever get to receive any sort of loving touch ever again, you were happily accommodating and pliant for him as he had you lie down beneath him, his hands spreading your legs just before he was slotting his cock into your core with one quick fluid thrust.

For as much of a gallant prince he carried himself to be when fighting alongside you, for as dreamily tender he often expressed his affection towards you by, the tempo and vigor he was pummeling into you were anything but gracious or merciful.

His fingers found their way to yours, threading themselves in a sturdy clasp while he kept your hands pinned down to the floor–nothing short of possessive. As this occurred, his lips then fell by your ear, a breathless command stated, punctuated with every slam of his hips.

You didn’t hesitate.

While your eyes locked right into his stormy blue ones, your back arched as you whimpered out loud, “Everyone look–I’m getting fucked by Xavier! My pussy has been shaped to fit his cock only!”

A choir of grumbled and gnashed teeth in response, but it was Sylus who actually spoke up.

“His shape only, huh sweetie?” He chuckled darkly. Though your focus remained on Xavier, you still caught a gleaming flash of crimson from his right eye. “I know a challenge when I hear it.”

This just earned the immediate ire of Xavier, who turned to glare right at him as he hissed, “Hear what you want, but I’ll make sure you hear this noise most of all…!”

Squeezing your hands, he brought his lips down to your neck for kisses and bites while his tempo intensified. the obscenely wet noise of his cock drilling into you pairing with the cries of his name off of your lips in sinful harmony all the way until you were dragged into the peak and crash of your orgasm, your pussy soon flooded full with the heat of his seed.

Even after having just climaxed, he lingered inside of you, fingers still weaved tightly with yours, reluctant to leave as you caught your breath.

However, by the sound of someone aggressively coughing with much impatience, he sighed, frustration flashing on his face as he glared back over his shoulder in response.

Xavier’s attention soon returned to your face, his blue eyes softening for a moment while he sought to indulge in one more kiss from your lips before he finally pulled out so your next lover could deliver punishment.

Which unsurprisingly turned out to be the very person who was rushing him in the first place.

With Rafayel practically diving over to swoop you into his arms, he was all smiles as he gazed at Zayne, Sylus and Caleb with utter defiance. His tone as haughty as ever, he taunted, “Hope you all can understand that I need to have a stern and urgent talk with my bodyguard.”

Caleb immediately cocked an eyebrow as he scoffed, “You’re letting this guy boss you around, pipsqueak?!”

“That you would be so accommodating for such a petulant man,” Zayne joined with disdain, sharing a look with Caleb before they, Sylus and Xavier watched as Rafayel gleefully hauled you over to your couch to take a seat.

For as much as you wanted to rebuttal–”He’s a sweetheart believe me!”–, his subsequent actions revealed a spirit that was much more petty in nature.

Having you face forward, Rafayel’s hands rested on your hips as he slowly guided them down towards his lap, making sure that the other four had a clear view of not only his cock sheathing itself fully into your pussy, but the look of absolute ecstasy that soon swept over your face as well.

While at first he took great joy in working you up to a quick and fluid tempo, he savored bliss most when he eventually drew his hands away completely and you proceeded to bounce upon his dick with even greater desperate need, his heart swelling with pride.

You were his masterpiece and he only wanted to flaunt off his art, after all.

However, there was still the matter of signing off on this particular piece.

That soon took the form of his hands returning to your body, the fingertips of one soon running tight little circles over your clit in tandem to your vigorous rhythm, the other pressing right below your belly, applying pressure every time his cock was sheathed back into the slick velvety depths of your core.

As drowned in pleasure as you were at this point, you felt alarmed the moment you realized what Rafayel was doing.

This wasn’t the first time he had done this in particular during sex and you knew he most certainly wanted to showcase this in front of your other lovers.

It was an inevitability that there was no escape from and before long, you were left squealing wantonly as he compelled you to join him at the extreme heights of climax, your face becoming flushed with heat and wet with tears of pleasure and embarrassment as the deliberate strokes of his fingertips caused your orgasm to gush messily out of your pussy and right onto the floor below.

Stunned was an understatement amongst your audience. Wide eyes, slack jaws, words lost, and–of course–cocks hard.

Though, in Zayne’s case, the words of “For you to push her body to such an extent” were uttered through gritted teeth while he was in the midst of retrieving something from his discarded pants.

Not that Rafayel was paying attention, as he was much too preoccupied with nuzzling his face against your shoulder affectionately while he hugged you from behind, steadying your body after you fell back against him in an overstimulated slump. “Aww cutie, you made such a mess,” he cooed in the sweetest of tones. “Whoever could’ve done such a thing~?”

With a sniffle, your gaze roamed across the other four as you answered, “I w-was made to s-squirt because of Rafayel’s c-cock and fingers.”

The glimmer of your tears–pleasured or not–had Xavier spitting out, “In any other circumstance, I would’ve killed you on the spot for making her cry in such a way.”

“Though I’m of the same opinion, consider me impressed,” Sylus mused with a smirk. “I’ll have to do that in record time one day.”

“A much later day.”

Zayne’s sudden interjection had both you and Rafayel startled, given by how quickly he appeared at your side.

Commandeering you right out Rafayel’s arms–much to the artist’s instant annoyance–and into his, Zayne ignored Caleb’s yelped “What the hell Zayne?! I was supposed to be–”, he drew you close to his chest while he brought a soothing hand up and down your back for gentle, languid strokes.

“Such a physical reaction like that from your body is normal during sex,” he remarked softly, his tone warm. “Though I’m sure you don’t need me telling you this.”

You clung against him further as you hiccuped, “It still helps a lot t-to hear it from you, Zayne.”

“That being said.”

Icy in an instant.

Much like the way you found yourself upon the floor on your hands and knees.

The heat that emanated off of Zayne’s palm only elicited shivers, especially as you felt his hand drag right over your backside.

“What’s not normal is being so deceitful, especially while you slept with other men behind my back.”

While your reflexes as a Hunter had you already brace for what was to come, you still yelped upon feeling his hand strike over your ass in a firm slap, followed by another and another, alternating between either cheek.

“That you would obedient for such a cruel and hypocritical doctor,” Rafayel remarked flatly, his tone in a mocking impersonation of Zayne’s voice.

Yet even as your skin stung with pain, your core only drooled and dripped all the more drenched with increasing pleasure.

This wasn’t the first time Zayne had done this to you and most certainly wouldn’t be the last.

You were so engaged in preparing for each spank that you didn’t catch the sound of a plastic cap being popped open.

But what certainly caught your attention was the sensation of cool gel suddenly being smeared over your asshole, causing your head to snap back as you looked at him with big, astonished eyes.

“Th-There Zayne?! Right now?!”

“Is there a more appropriate time to do this?” He questioned back with a slight tilt of his head, a soft grunt escaping him once his hand began to thoroughly coat his cock with lube. “As though this is new to you.”

“Hold on a minute!” Caleb interjected as his hand shot up, his expression aghast. “So you did anal first with Zayne and not me?!”

“I was the one to ease her through her first time with this spot,” Zayne answered, his eyes cast down as he watched the tip of his cock easeinto your ass from behind. While he pushed every long and thick inch inside, his usual cool composure sizzled into a hiss as he was greeted by your familiar tight heat. “It’s only right that I demonstrate to you all that I know her body best…!”

Caleb’s fingers balled into a fist. “‘Best’ huh…?”

“I disagree wholeheartedly,” Rafayel spat out, even as he marveled at the way your body bowed further in pleasure.

At first, Zayne was operating under a more slow and deliberate pace, opting to instead sink his cock into you down to the hilt. He also brought one hand around to grab and grope your breast, squeezing your chest with every deep thrust made.

His careful approach made you forget that this was even punishment.

However, the more you mewled and rolled your hips back to meet his in need, the more your ass squeezed around his dick, he was swift to remind you of your place.

The hand that was on your breasts retracted to instead grab at your hair as the rhythm of his thrusts soon turned punishing in tempo. Your pleasured squeals and cries were quickly joined by the sound of your ass getting spanked once again, his palm cascading down upon your skin for a string of smacks with disciplinary fervor.

Your name was declared from his mouth with a smouldering rasp, followed by his remark of, “If you could kindly enlighten the audience on what is being done to you and by who.”

Feeling his grip on your hair tighten, your eyes rolled back in ecstasy as you moaned out, “Zayne! My ass is getting spanked and fucked by Zayne!”

Your hair was released in favor of your chin being grasped, with Zayne turning your head to the side so he could bend forward and reward you with a kiss, the murmur of “Good girl” muffled into your mouth.

“You really can endure a lot huh…” Xavier observed out loud, his gaze focused while he watched you succumb further as you begged for more. “I’ll have to keep this in mind.”

With the care imposed to you by your beloved doctor, you were soon left sprawled on the floor, spent, your backside raised up high in the air as Zayne’s sticky cum trickled out from your asshole.

Enduring Xavier, Rafayel, and Zayne back to back. How could you even think to have the strength to get up–?

“Poor, poor little kitten. Need a helping hand?”

From right across the floor to suddenly hauled up high in the air.

Finding yourself face out towards the others once again, you could feel the thick, hard muscle of Sylus’s arms hooking beneath your thighs, keeping them spread wide and open to grant him full access with plunging his fat, girthy cock into your pussy. With his big hands clasping behind your head, you were effectively locked in place, left helpless and subject to his ravenous battering.

“Hang on tight, sweetie,” he breathed out teasingly, his tongue running over his bottom lip in delight as he savored the sopping squeeze of your core around his dick. “I’ll make sure this is a ride you’ll never forget.”

As he proceeded to murmur something towards you in an even quieter tone, Zayne–whose expression wrinkled over Sylus going straight into handling you aggressively rather than taking his time–proceeded to cast a glance to his side.

“How curious Caleb.” One brow quirking up, he continued, “I’m surprised you’re suddenly okay with that man going before you after all the complaining you’ve done tonight.”

Folding his arms behind his head, Caleb only chuckled in response, his laughter light while the look in his eyes was certainly not, “Heheheh, I have my reasons.”

While Zayne only looked more perplexed in return, Caleb redirected his attention back to you, watching you squirm and writhe about in a pleasured frenzy as you remained held captive.

Focused, determined, hellbent, Sylus kept on with spearing his cock into you over and over, the way he handled you feeling more akin to how he would use a sex toy for his own personal whims. His pace merciless, his girth stuffing you full, your body shuddered as you felt the crescendo of your next orgasm draw near.

His lips cracking into a smirk upon feeling your core clamp further down onto his dick, he brought his mouth right by your ear as he purred, emphasizing every single word with a mighty pound, “Alright sweetie. Just like I said, okay~?”

Your shameless shriek of “I’m mating with Sylus! I’m being made into a bitch in heat by Sylus!” with the subsequent crash of your climax immediately drew the ire of your audience–Xavier and Zayne especially. That the infamous outlaw easily got you to refer to yourself in such a degrading way was inexcusable in their eyes.

As if Sylus cared.

His face beaming with pride and satisfaction, he only goaded you further.

“That’s right: A naughty kitten so tormented by her base needs–just so eager to mate with any man, isn’t that right…?!” While his voice dropped into a snarl, he proceeded to bite down onto your shoulder as with one last hearty thrust, he left your core full and filled with a shot of his hot cum.

Though you would’ve liked to at least try and offer a rebuttal to the question he posed, from the moment Sylus finally loosened the vice that he kept your body ensnared by, you only found yourself being relinquished over to another pair of awaiting arms.

“I’ll take it from here,” was Caleb’s cheerful chime as he gave your body a loving squeeze, his voice sounding the happiest it had ever been this entire night.

Sylus only scoffed with a grin, “Heh, just don’t get too power hungry now.”

Yet his words were only ignored.

After all, now having his turn at last, Caleb was ready to feast.

“There we go,” he sighed out blissfully while he proceeded to carefully lay you back down onto the floor, “now all’s right with the world.” Catching your gaze, his violet eyes glittered joyously before he brought his lips to your face for a string of kisses all over, from your cheeks, your jaw and your mouth while his hands parted your thighs.

He was quick if not desperate to finally settle himself right in-between your thighs and plunge the entire length of his heavy cock right into your pussy. The rapturous whine you let out was swallowed by his mouth as he smothered your lips for a needy kiss.

By contrast to what you experienced with Rafayel, Zayne, and Sylus previously, Caleb carried himself similarly to Xavier, position and all.

However, having been the one to go last, to watch every other man have their turn with you, as his thrusts picked up in pace out of sheer need, it was him who was groaning and even whimpering as he achieved his orgasm before you did.

“Ehh, Colonel Quickshot over here, huh?” Rafayel didn’t even try to hold back his snicker, all while Zayne was soon admonishing him over the fact that some men are just more prone to premature ejacula–

“Who said I was done?”

It was a question that wasn’t directed at Rafayel specifically.

Hell, it wasn’t even a question—rather, a challenge posed to any of the other men in the room.

Because for Caleb, who didn’t even think to break eye contact away from you as he spoke, he had been keeping track all night long of every load of cum that was pumped into you by the others.

Even one besides him was one too many.

“Caleb…?”

Your voice trailed off as you watched the glimmer in his eyes soon become overtaken by a stormy haze.

He didn’t say anything, answering instead by quickly taking hold of your legs to push them back until your ankles were right by your head. His cock, still having yet to soften from his initial orgasm, was soon barrelling into your pussy once again, this time with even greater vehemence.

With his palms anchoring down on the back of your thighs, you were kept in the perfect position to receive every drop of cum he was dead set on pouring inside of you.

This didn’t go unnoticed by the others, obviously–with all becoming increasingly incensed with how much he was prolonging his turn.

Yet it wasn’t until you were crying out “I’m getting creampied over and over by Caleb! I’m going to get pregnant with Caleb’s baby at this rate!” with the peak of your orgasm that finally got the four of them to speak out in protest.

“Caleb,” Zayne scolded.

“Bullshit,” Sylus scoffed.

“No,” Xavier hissed.

“Die,” Rafayel growled.

“What’s that? Can’t hear or care about anything you all have to say!” Caleb laughed.

The subsequent bickering amongst the five that followed was lost on you as by this point, you were simply too far gone, your mind blank, your body drunk and wasted off of euphoric pleasure.

It was so much, too much.

But if your greed was what led you to this situation in the first place, as bad as it sounded, you only found yourself feeling even greedier than before after what you went through on this night.

You were eventually dragged back to reality upon feeling the scorching rush of Caleb’s seed pouring inside of you once again just before experiencing the loss of his warmth as he finally unsheathed his cock out of you upon his last orgasm–but not before snatching another kiss from your lips.

As you remained on the floor utterly spent and dazed, taking the moment to steady your breath, the five–seemingly having settled their differences and gripes with one another yet again–only circled around you, admiring their respective handiwork.

And then Sylus began to clear his throat once more.

“Well men, shall we?”

The other four expressed their agreement whether verbally or with a noise of acknowledgement. While you were left to glance around curiously as you watched them shuffle around your living room to search for and among their tossed clothes, you were soon at the center of not only their attention once again, but their phone cameras as well.

“Consider this a settlement for your transgressions, cutie~” His tone light and playful, Rafayel helped steady you back up to a sitting position before handing you what looked to be a page torn from his sketchbook, a note in his elegant handwriting inscribed across.

Hugging you from behind in further support of your body, he rested his chin on your shoulder as he continued, “Read this out to us–we’ll help prompt you too~” An amused giggle escaping him, he clarified with, “Just want to get on record this special confession from you, okay?”

“O-Okay.” Confused as you were, you held the note with care, your exhaustion forgotten for this moment as you sought to take this chance to fully redeem yourself.

Caleb was the first to speak, the usual exuberant light in his eyes having since returned as he asked, “What is your name?”

You answered while your eyes peered around at each phone pointed in your direction.

“Is there anything you want to declare?” Xavier asked next, the tone of his voice back to its signature soft, dreamy lushness.

You made sure to look at every single man in the eyes as you responded with, “I have five men that I really love.”

“You do? How cute,” Sylus hummed with amusement, unable to hide back that familiar all-knowing teasing grin of his. “Did something recently happen with you and those guys?”

Your eyes returned to the note, reading over what was next as your cheeks became warm from lingering embarrassment. “I had an affair with each of them and didn’t tell the others about having sex with other men because I didn’t want to choose one over the other.”

“How naughty of you~” Rafayel cooed, smiling mischievously while he nuzzled his cheek against yours with affection. “How are you gonna make it up to them moving forward?”

The presence of five phone cameras only deepened your embarrassment. Regardless, you continued with a composed, “Because of what I did, I’ll make it up by being used by all five of them whenever they want, however long they want.”

Zayne delivered the final question. Though the words were scripted, the look of adoration in his eyes was as genuine as could be. “And how does that make you feel?”

You immediately cast the note aside, needing no further prompt.

“It makes me really happy because I love them all!”

Sincerity as pure as could be, reflected in the look on your face and the sound of your voice.

Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus, and Caleb all looked towards you, their affection for you evident on each of their faces before they proceeded to cast a glance at one another.

“Does this settle everything once and for all then?” Zayne questioned.

“As long as she’s happy, then I see no issue,” Xavier declared.

“As long as there’s no outright favoritism from her, then I’m happy,” Rafayel chimed.

“Aren’t you lucky, kitten? All the milk you could ever want at a moment’s notice~” Sylus purred.

“A truce is a truce!” Caleb cheered.

With Rafayel already hugging you close, the rest of the four joined in expressing their adoration for you. The rest of the evening would be spent nurturing and doting after you, your wish–as always–their command.

Because while it was without doubt that you were theirs, all five of them together were yours.

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tfw i was trying to get this out during the NANANA COME ON valentines day but not valentines day banner this year 😭😭

glad i could make it at least for caleb’s birthday 🥹🎂

thank you so much for reading !!! 🥰🥰

[loredrinker]

Felassan's Role in Psychological Warfare

Some time ago, I wrote about Elgar’nan’s terrifying display of power - the act of erasing emotion from existence, burning it from the minds of every living being, and letting its spirits die out completely. 

This is the scale of the enemy Solas and Felassan were up against. When your enemy can unmake feeling, extinguish spiritual presence, and reshape the metaphysical architecture of your people, what choices remain? What kind of war do you wage against opponents like these? 

What Elgar’nan did was spiritual genocide - brute force on every level. From the war on the Titans, to the destruction of spirit communities, to the devastation he continues to unleash in Veilguard, Elgar’nan has ruled through annihilation. (I feel real sympathy for Mythal trying to placate this being.) And what’s more terrifying: he’s only one of the Evanuris.

This reframes Solas’s rebellion. It wasn’t just a fight against political oppression - it was a fight to also preserve the emotional and spiritual reality of the world. 

In that context, it’s no surprise the rebellion turned to psychological warfare. And this is where Felassan emerges not merely as a soldier or lieutenant, but as an architect - just as good at it as Solas. 

The Dread Wolf: A Weapon, Not a Hero 

The Felassan codices confirm their psychological campaign was deliberate and coordinated. The Dread Wolf myth was used as a weapon to frighten the Evanuris, inspire hope, and manipulate belief.

“Yes, we have to keep playing up the Dread Wolf. The people need someone they believe is strong enough to protect them… Don’t worry. I promise to mock you viciously if you ever start believing those stories yourself.”  - Felassan

This wasn’t about heroism - it was about mass mobilization under existential threat. These codices suggest Felassan played a far more integral and strategic role in the rebellion than often acknowledged. He wasn’t just Solas’ lieutenant; he was a partner in both ideology and execution. 

This was myth as infrastructure. Felassan understood that when your enemies are divine, survival requires more than tactics. You need narrative power - a symbol strong enough to counter fear. The Dread Wolf, once hurled at Solas with contempt, became that symbol. And Felassan and Solas wielded it with precision. 

It’s easy to see Felassan as a wry commentator or moral counterweight to Solas, espeically when taken in hindsight of his death. And yes, Felassan is those things - but the codices reveal he's just as much the strategist as Solas, someone who helped forge the emotional weaponry of the rebellion. He didn’t just believe in the cause - he helped shape how it would be remembered. 

This is especially clear in two parts of that codex: 

“Yes, we have to keep playing up the Dread Wolf.”  “Don’t worry…” 

It reads like a continuation of an ongoing conversation. The “Yes” implies Solas has raised a concern - maybe about the direction of the symbol, perhaps discomfort with what it’s making him become - who knows, but we have missed out on some initial conversation here because Felassan’s response is affirmation and reassurance. Yes, we have to do this Solas, it’s necessary for the rebellion. But don’t worry, I’ll pull you back if it starts to consume you. That casual “Don’t worry” does heavy emotional lifting. It acknowledges the toll already settling on Solas, and Felassan, aware of it, offers the only balm he can: I won't let it consume you. 

In this way, the codex isn’t just a strategic log - it’s a record of emotional triage. As the war escalates, the emotional and ethical toll begins to shift. Felassan becomes not just a planner but a witness to a conflict spiraling beyond anyone’s control. 

“The bad news is that Andruil and Ghilan’nain made a big show of putting down a protest… Andruil left a crater where the town stood, and Ghilan’nain is using the people taken prisoner as fodder for her experiments.” 

What follows next in that codex is the line that piqued my curiosity: 

“This isn’t your fault, but still, this is exactly what I was worried about.” 

That line marks a quiet, painful evolution in Felassan’s thinking. The emotional core is regret. 

He isn’t blaming Solas - he’s acknowledging that the symbol they created is now drawing divine wrath. Each act of rebellion is met with devastation so complete, even victory feels like loss. Yet “this isn’t your fault” stands out. He knows Solas is carrying the rebellion’s cost - perhaps already retreating inward, calcifying under the burden of the costs of war. 

But “this is exactly what I was worried about,” when read alongside the other codices, suggests something deeper: guilt. Felassan sees Solas changing. The man he once teased to not take the myth too seriously is now becoming it. The line between mask and self is blurring. And Felassan, who once promised to pull him back, may no longer be able to. Part of that guilt, perhaps, comes from the knowledge that he encouraged it - that he helped craft the myth, pushed Solas to wear it, and now must watch as it consumes his friend. 

In a war like this, no one remains untouched. The Evanuris long ago abandoned morality - experimenting on the living, erasing emotions, killing without hesitation. But the rebels, too, are marked by compromise: truths sacrificed, lies forged for survival. Felassan isn’t innocent. Neither is Solas. 

Felassan helped build the myth. Solas bore it. Now, both are shaped by it in turn. 

The tragedy is that when you wield psychological warfare, there's always the risk that the story you create to move others will begin to reshape you. That’s what Felassan feared. That’s what began to happen.

And when Mythal is murdered - well, we know what happens from there.

This is part of a larger series. The first being Solas and Psychological Warfare.

[bettelaboure]

⊹Chains of Rhythm⊹ | Kwon Ji-yong

gif by me, cause damn, i need that...

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⊹ Pairing: Kwon Ji-yong x Reader ⊹ Summary: During a high-energy concert, you and Jiyong engage in a playful yet intense challenge that blurs the line between public spectacle and private contest. The competitive dance culminates backstage with whispered provocations and a daring promise, revealing the depths of your fiery dynamic ⊹ Warnings: mature themes, suggestive content, mild language, itty bitty smut, very public fingering ⊹ Authors note: it's small, but I couldn't stop thinking about it after seeing it 🤍

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The air is charged with electricity, tingling on your skin and sparking at every breath. The concert hall buzzes with palpable energy, alive with lights painting everything in vibrant hues of pink and purple, and a crowd that moves like the sea—undulating in anticipation. At the heart of this storm stands Jiyong, his white tank top and red pants making him a striking figure against the backdrop of pulsating lights. His attire mirrors his attitude—casual, yet charged with an undeniable intensity.

You enter the stage area, a vision in your shimmering black dress that catches the light with every movement. Your presence is as magnetic as the bass that throbs through the venue, and your eyes sparkle with excitement, a reflection of the spirited persona you wear as effortlessly as your dress. As you move closer to Jiyong, adjusting the microphone stand, the air between you crackles with playful competitiveness.

"Ready to lose?" Jiyong's voice is a velvet tease, gently prodding at your ongoing bet.

You laugh, light and confident. "In your dreams, Ji. You know I don't back down."

The bet was simple, born from a boastful exchange backstage where you claimed you could outperform him on any stage, at any time. The stakes are high—either a daring act performed before the crowd or a personal favor, depending on who loses. It's a challenge neither of you is willing to lose, not just for the stakes but for the bragging rights that will follow.

As the first chords of the song vibrate through the air, Jiyong leans in close, his breath a whisper against your ear. "Let's see if you can keep up." His words mix admiration and challenge, designed to fluster you. You feel his hand at the small of your back—a light, guiding touch that sends a shiver up your spine.

Your retort is a playful shove, your own hand finding the nape of his neck, pulling him closer to whisper back, "Watch me."

The stage becomes your world, filled with the sounds of your breaths and the beat of the music. When Jiyong guides your wrists into the chains, his hands clasp around yours a moment longer than necessary, his grip firm and slightly commanding. The metal clicks shut, and he steps back, his eyes raking over your form tied up in the sparkling chains. "Perfect," he murmurs, the word a velvet stroke against your senses.

His fingertips graze your arms, down to your wrists, each touch a tease that threatens to unravel you. The chains clink softly with your movements, a metallic symphony that punctuates your interaction. Jiyong's whispers turn bolder, each one a provocation. "I wonder if you can still outshine me when you're bound like this," he teases, his voice a mix of challenge and admiration.

Despite the roaring crowd, your reactions are for him alone—slight moans that you can't suppress, your breath catching as his fingers trace dangerously close to more provocative areas. He notices every shift, every shiver, and it only encourages him more. His hand slid under your dress.

You stared up at him with a significant expression for a moment and then looked away, cheeks flushing, trying to get your mind back to performance. But his hand didn’t stop at your inner thigh. This was the most arousing moment that had ever happened to Ji-yong in his entire life. His hand slid up tentatively further until he grazed the fabric of your panties.

He groaned softly into his mic while keeping up with lyrics and felt you shiver as he ran his fingers over the warm, swollen folds hidden behind lace. You accidentally rolled your hips forward, and he cupped you intimately. Ji-yong hooked a finger around the edge of your panties, slowly pushing them out of his way. He reached you, brushing his fingers over your swollen folds.

Heart pounding, you dragged in an unsteady breath, and it burned through your lungs.

“Who knew, our little Y/N likes to be watched?” He whispered near your ear.

He could smell her. It had already been a teasing note in the air, but with your panties out of the way, the unmistakable scent of your arousal was pervasive in the air around you two. He buried his face against your shoulder and bit down through the thin material of your dress.

He spread your folds so he could touch your clit with a fingertip. He stroked you gently. You were wet and slick as sin, and feverishly hot, and incredibly responsive as much as you could during performance.

Ji-yong was breathing so heavily that he could barely hear a beat counting in his ear monitor.

You vibrated at his touch, your burning breath coming in shallow pants as his fingers slid deeper, stroking lightly.

Your head fell back into the pillow. It should have been in the performance, but it was more.

He slid his finger further into you, and you couldn’t help but clench around him. The urge to push inside you even more was becoming painful to ignore for Ji-yong. If he wanted to make you cum, he needed to do so quickly before the song came to the end.

He rubbed his thumb in a slow circle as he pumped his fingers deeper. Your hips rolled against him, legs holding him as close as you could and his hips jerked involuntarily. He brushed against your clit more insistently, teasing, pressing, and rubbing once more as you came apart, clenching around his fingers as arousal flooded his fingers, trying to cover your climax from the public eye. You were impossibly tight. Ji-yong buried his head into your shoulder as he felt your burning core spasm, clenching and gripping his fingers again and again.

As the final note of the performance echoes through the hall, Jiyong leans in, his victory clear, his voice husky with triumph. "Looks like I win this round," he declares.

But the game isn't over. Not yet.

As the stage empties and the adrenaline begins to fade, Jiyong catches your hand, pulling you close as you make your way to the dressing room. The door shuts with a definitive click behind you, sealing you away from the outside world. His hands find your shoulders, pressing gently but firmly, pinning you against the cool wall. His breath is hot against your neck, his body a line of heat at your back.

"I'm not done with you yet," he whispers, his lips grazing your ear, sending a shudder down your spine. The proximity, the heat, the lingering thrill of your performance—it all mingles into a tension that buzzes electric between you.

Your heart races, your chest heaves with heavy breaths, a mix of exertion and excitement. "What are you planning now?" you ask, a challenge lacing your tone.

Jiyong's response is a smirk you feel rather than see. "Oh, just a little reminder that I can always keep you on your toes," he teases. His hands move to the wall beside your head, his body pressing closer, leaving you no room to escape his intense gaze.

"You might have won on stage, but let's see how you handle a more... private performance," he proposes, his voice a low, enticing dare.

Caught in the web of his gaze and the heat of his body, you know this is another act—a different kind of performance, where the stakes are just as high, if not higher. This is your dance, your battle, your play—intense, exhilarating, and undeniably yours.

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Cosmic Rollercoaster [Aaron Hotchner x Mystical!Reader]

Masterlist (not updated, sorry!)|| Ao3||Word Count: 2k|| AN: This is so incredibly self-indulgent, but I thought this could be a fun one to write. I have a few others written/started/planned for Mystical!Reader, so I hope you guys like it!

Tags/Warnings: female reader, mention of clairvoyance, reader is spiritual (crystals, sage, intuition, etc.), established relationship. banter, Hotch and Reader fight like an old married couple, team dynamics, skeptic Hotch

Summary: Your intuition is never wrong, but when you decide to bring it up in front of the local PD on a case, Hotch is not too happy with you.

Aaron Hotchner never thought he'd find himself in a relationship that could only be described as a cosmic rollercoaster.The world he inhabited was black and white, full of procedure and protocol, whereas you lived in a vivid spectrum of colors, thriving on intuition and the energy of the universe.

In the quiet hum of the local police department’s briefing room, Hotch stood at the head of the table, his expression unreadable as he briefed the officers on the latest serial case. 

You, draped in a flowy, ethereal dress that seemed more suited to a forest nymph than an FBI agent, leaned back in your chair, your fingers tapping rhythmically against the table. He’d seen your closet first-hand. A stark contrast to the greys and blues he hung in his own. Textured furs, lace, and embroidered fabrics hung in your closet. 

"Based on the evidence we've gathered," Hotch began, his voice steady and commanding, "the unsub is likely to strike again within the next 48 hours."

You tilted your head, your eyes narrowing slightly as you felt a pull in your gut--a whisper of intuition that often guided your insights. "I think he's going to move faster than that," you interjected softly, yet firmly. "The energy around this case...it's urgent, like a storm coming."

A murmur of curiosity rose from the local officers, their attention shifting between the stoic Unit Chief and the whimsical agent who often solved cases with a blend of hard evidence and gut feelings.

Hotch's jaw clenched momentarily at your words. Dealing with your unorthodox methods publicly was always a delicate dance of frustration and admiration. While deep down he knew this was a part of you--a part of you he loved and admired--there was another part of him that wondered how heavily you relied on this so-called intuition over black-and-white facts. 

"While we appreciate Agent Y/L/N's...unique insights," he said, his tone strained with the effort of diplomacy, "our strategies must be rooted in tangible evidence."

"But isn’t it tangible if it leads to the right conclusions?" you countered, just for him to hear, your voice lilting as if challenging him was a type of playful dance you both performed too often.

The team watched, the corners of their mouths twitching in amusement. Rossi leaned over to Morgan, whispering loud enough for nearby ears, "Ten bucks says they'll be arguing about this all the way back to the hotel."

Morgan laughed, “It’s like Denver all over again,” he reminisced about a previous case where you were feeling more than inclined to share your bewitched musings. 

Hotch’s feelings were a tumultuous mix of professional irritation and deep, unwavering affection. Each time you spoke, your voice pulled at something within him--a desire to loosen the reins of control he so tightly held. Your free-spirited nature both challenged and complemented his by-the-book demeanor. It was an ongoing battle between logic and feeling, one that neither of you could ever truly win.

He wanted to snap, he wanted to tell you there was a time and place for this sort of…nonsense, he wanted to call it, but his mind flashed back to all of the times you made the hairs stick on the back of his neck with your certain mystical charm. 

Hotch's eyes flickered with a mixture of annoyance and adoration as he addressed the room. "Let's continue to focus on the behavioral analysis.” Hotch looked to you, then toward the door, “Agent Y/L/N, a word outside, please."

As you followed him out, the smirks on your teammates' faces were clear. "Mom and Dad are fighting again," Prentiss teased, earning a chuckle from the others.

Outside, with the door firmly closed behind them, Hotch turned to you, his expression firm, every inch the Unit Chief that he was. 

"You can't base case predictions on 'energy,'" he admonished, his voice low to keep the conversation private. He was always conscious of maintaining the professional integrity of the team, and your unorthodox methods, though effective, often pushed the boundaries of his comfort zone.

You stepped closer, your presence unyielding yet somehow soothing--a contradiction that Hotch found both infuriating and comforting. "Aaron, when have my instincts not aided our cases? You know I integrate the evidence thoroughly before I speak. My intuition has always been an asset. I’m not claiming to ignore the facts or think I can see the future in some crystal ball. You think I would have graduated the academy if I didn’t use the logical side of my brain?"

Hotch's gaze softened slightly, though his stance remained as rigid as ever. There was no denying the effectiveness of your methods on paper, but the ongoing challenge was reconciling them with his ingrained need for hard, tangible evidence. 

"It’s not about doubting you--I’m not doubting you…" he said, struggling to convey the dual tides of professional concern and personal admiration he felt. "It's about how it’s perceived. We need the locals to trust our methods, conventional or not."

Your hand reached out, brushing against his--a touch that threatened to dismantle the barriers he worked so hard to maintain in public. 

"I know, Aaron. I do. But trust me too, okay? My 'woo-woo' hasn’t failed us yet."

Hotch looked at your hand on his, the simple contact sending a jolt through him that he wasn’t fully prepared to analyze in the moment. He took a deep breath, the ever-present conflict between his role as a leader and his feelings for you sharper in that instance than many others. “I do trust you,” he finally said, his voice a mixture of concession and caution. “More than you might realize. It’s just...hard. Balancing that trust with the need to lead a team in a way that everyone respects, including those who might not understand your...unique approach.”

Aaron Hotchner couldn't deny the spark of mischief in your eyes, a clear signal that you were about to challenge his all-too-serious world yet again. "Maybe you need a bit of my 'woo-woo' to rub off on you," you suggested playfully, your voice light but edged with a challenge that intrigued and exasperated him in equal measure.

The corner of Hotch's mouth twitched into a small, genuine smile--an admission of your effect on him that he rarely allowed others to see. "Maybe," he conceded, his tone laced with amusement and a touch of irony. "Just don’t expect me to start wearing crystals or chanting at dawn."

Your laughter, bright and unguarded, cut through the crisp air, momentarily lightening the weight of his responsibilities. It was these moments--your laughter, your relentless optimism--that reminded him of the stark contrasts between you. Here he was, a man who lived by the rules, and there you were, turning every rule on its head with a wink and a nudge.

Watching you laugh, Hotch acknowledged internally that your presence, though sometimes a whirlwind of unpredictability, brought a vital balance to his life. It wasn't just about solving cases; it was about understanding the interplay of different perspectives. Yours was a perspective that danced around the edges of intuition and energy, often leading to surprising yet effective conclusions.

As you both walked back inside, your side-by-side steps became a silent testament to your evolving partnership. It was a partnership that stretched beyond the confines of FBI protocols, reaching into the realms of personal growth and mutual respect.

As the evening wore on and the team dispersed to follow up on leads, you pulled out maps and spread them across the table, your fingers tracing the possible routes the unsub might take. "He’s feeling cornered, anxious. It’s like a high-pitched sound only I can hear," you murmured to JJ, who watched you with a mixture of skepticism and intrigue.

Hotch, overhearing this as he approached, folded his arms and leaned against the table, his gaze intent on you. "And you're sure it's not just the coffee talking?" he quipped, a rare tease that drew a small, delighted smile from you.

"It’s never just the coffee, Hotch," you replied, your voice light but your eyes serious. "He’s moving fast. Faster than we thought."

Despite his reservations, Hotch nodded, signaling to the team to prepare for a possible early engagement. "Alright, let’s tighten the timeline. Everyone, let’s move," he commanded, the team jumping into action with practiced urgency.

Hours later, as darkness bled into the early shades of dawn, your intuition was vindicated spectacularly. The unsub was apprehended at a location you had insisted be surveilled, far ahead of the projected timeline. Hotch watched the operation unfold, a mixture of disbelief and reluctant admiration simmering within him. As the team regrouped, tired but exhilarated by the swift capture, Hotch found his gaze seeking yours across the room, his eyes heavy with a silent acknowledgment of your contribution.

"You were right," Hotch admitted as he approached you, his voice low, intimate even amidst the lingering chaos of their successful operation. "About the unsub’s timing."

You shrugged, your expression a blend of satisfaction and mischief. "I usually am. But don’t worry, I won’t let it go to my head."

A rare grin flickered across Hotch's face, softening the hard lines that duty and responsibility had etched there. "Maybe just this once, you can gloat. You earned it," he conceded, his voice carrying an undertone of warmth that belied his usual reserve.

Laughing softly, you nudged him with your shoulder, your proximity a reminder of the chemistry that often sparked between you, igniting a blend of professional respect and personal tension. "So, does this mean you’ll start carrying a crystal in your pocket?"

Hotch chuckled--a sound so rare and disarming that it amplified the flush of victory on your face. "Let’s not push it," he teased back, the crinkles by his eyes betraying his amusement. Yet, there was an edge to his voice, a hint of challenge that suggested the battle of wits between you was far from over.

As you stood there, the adrenaline of the capture mingling with the electric charge between you, Hotch couldn't help but think how infuriatingly unpredictable you were--and how much he secretly relished it. 

The way you challenged him, pushed him, it didn't just spark frustration; it stirred something deeper, more primal. In another place, another time, he might have acted on the impulse to pull you close and explore the tension that danced like sparks between you.

Instead, he offered you a final, pointed look--a silent truce mixed with a promise of more battles to come. "Maybe one day I'll surprise you, and you’ll find sage in my desk drawer," he suggested, his tone playful yet laden with an undercurrent of something more, something neither of you was quite ready to define yet.

As you both turned to join the others, the shared smile between you was more than just triumph over a case well closed--it was a recognition of the complex, dynamic connection that continued to evolve, challenging both your limits and your desires.

On the jet back to the BAU, the atmosphere was a mix of exhaustion and relief, the gentle hum of the engines a backdrop to the team’s low conversations. You were sprawled across a couple of seats, your colorful scarf serving as a makeshift blanket, while Hotch was seated across the aisle, paperwork spread meticulously before him.

Morgan, sitting nearby, nudged Rossi with a grin. "Watch this," he whispered, loud enough for you and Hotch to hear. "Hey Hotch, Y/N was spot on today, huh? We should have her do all the profiling with her energy readings."

Hotch looked up from his files, his eyes narrowing playfully at Morgan before shifting to you. "Let’s not give her any more ideas," he teased, the corner of his mouth lifting in a smirk.

You sat up, folding your legs beneath you. "Oh, come on, Aaron, admit it. You love that I keep things interesting. You’d be bored without me," you retorted, your tone light but pointed, the familiar dance of your banter drawing smiles from around the cabin.

Hotch’s eyes softened, and he set his paperwork aside, giving you his full attention—a rarity that didn’t go unnoticed by the team. "That, I can’t deny," he conceded. "Though 'interesting' is a mild way of putting it."

Prentiss, joining in from a seat behind you, chimed in with a laugh. "You mean terrifying and effective? Because that was some wild guesswork today, Y/N. Even if it was right."

"It’s not guesswork," you protested, feigning indignation. "It’s a highly refined skill set."

Rossi raised his eyebrows, joining the conversation. "Refined, huh? So, what does the energy tell you about Hotch here?" he asked, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

You glanced at Hotch, who was watching you with an expression of amused curiosity. "Oh, his energy? Perpetually exasperated...but there’s a lot of love there too. Mostly for me, of course," you said, winking at Hotch.

Hotch shook his head, a genuine smile breaking through his usual reserve. "You’re impossible," he murmured, though the affection in his voice was clear.

The team erupted in light laughter, the ease between you and Hotch evident to all. Morgan leaned back, his smile wide. "Seriously, you guys are like an old married couple. All you need is to start finishing each other’s sentences."

"And sentences should be finished with proper grammar and punctuation," Hotch added, playing into Morgan’s joke, his gaze still locked with yours in a silent conversation that spoke volumes about the depth of your relationship.

As the laughter died down, you moved to sit closer to Hotch, your presence by his side natural and fitting. "How about we finish this case report together?" you suggested, your voice softer now, away from the team’s ears.

Hotch nodded, his hand briefly touching yours under the cover of the table. "Together sounds perfect," he agreed, his voice low.

The rest of the flight passed with the team gently ribbing each other, the camaraderie a testament to the long hours and shared dangers. But amidst it all, you and Hotch shared quiet moments of connection.

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ALYSSA WONG SPIRIT WORLD IS SO GOOD OMG

[letters-to-lgbt-kids]

(TW: Religion/Spirituality, mixed pronouns for God)

My dear lgbt+ kids,

Maybe trans people are proof that God exists.

Maybe God purposefully made trans people to show us She exists.

That may feel like a provocative statement - we’re so used to even the most trans-supportive religious arguments sounding like, “Maybe God doesn’t hate you despite going against the rules He created.” So it can feel strange, even uncomfortable, to suggest the opposite: that you are not a disruption of divine order, but a vital and powerful part of it.

This will not fit every belief system (I don’t think anything ever does), and you don’t need to integrate it into yours. But think about it this way:

The fact that trans people exist proves that humans are more than just flesh. We are more than bodies that ultimately will only make decisions that secure food, sleep, and procreation. We are spirit, we are souls. We have something deep inside us that says: “This is who I am, and this is what I need.” And somehow, we know to trust that voice, even when everyone around us tells us not to.

What is that voice, if not sacred? What is gender euphoria, if not a glimpse of God’s love?

Following that voice in this world is not easy. It is not comfortable or convenient. And yet - trans people exist. We have always existed. Across all centuries, continents, and cultures, we keep showing up. We keep becoming ourselves. That’s not a glitch in God’s plan. That is part of the plan.

And why wouldn’t we be? After all, we are a powerful testimony to creation. Our lives show that God’s creation is not static, not limited to binaries, not finished. That Her creation is ongoing. Expansive. Bold. So loving that They allow us to partake in it.

With all my love, Your Tumblr Dad

PS: She/Her pronouns version here

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This Week in BL - Thailand Stuck the Landing! Thailand!

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

March 2025 Week 1

Ongoing Series - Thai

ThamePo (Fri YT) ep 13 end - A truly great final episode. The best that Thailand could do. Good rapping too. (I do enjoy a tonal language rapping) Could have done without the goddamn auto tune on the singing tho.

Still that Notting Hill moment with Po and his friends, “this is Thame, my boyfriend” will likely go down in history as one of my favorite claimings in all BL. And it’s one of my favorite BL tropes. I have already rewatched it multiple times. Genius.

Review 

The boyband idol romance I've been waiting for from Korea, only Thailand did it instead. Quintessentially Thai and very GMMTV with good production values, great chemistry, and a solid support cast. It also was a hung romance mostly driven by external conflict and a found family reunion trope so I didn’t mind (too much) that the romance thread felt secondary. I loved it (except, of course, the singing). 9/10 

Perfect 10 Liners (Sun YT) ep 19 of 24 - I love that GMMTV prop masters are just putting random American 80s bodice rippers lying around Thai men's dorm rooms. I don’t know why I find it so amusing but I do. I’m not happy about the friend snooping in his friend's box (kinky), but I’m pleased with the friendship itself after all is said and done.

“Heaven was fast” made me hoot. So damn funny. And now we have a Cyrano de Bergerac plot? Faifa = the eternal self sacrificer. And that was definitely the best kiss of the series so far. It has gone into consideration for best kiss of the year.

The Boy Next World (Sun IQIYI) ep 9 of 10 - Oh dear, I’m having one of those “please don’t make them actually act” moments. But I'm still enjoying this show. Miracles may never cease. I’ll just skip this front bit of ep 9 in the future. I’m not really feeling the side couple either. But the damn premise is so strong and the leads are good (when they’re not overacting). Mame sure loves her tired old BL tropes like faen fatalle but she has (so far) managed to avoid her worst inclinations with this one. Will she stick the landing?

Meanwhile, the single most unrealistic thing in this whole show is that there are actual physical photos in that yearbook.

Flirt Milk (Sat YT) ep 7 or 10 - Well at least stuff is actually happening in all the relationships. The question is, do we care? Also, I have a terrible case of second lead syndrome, and I have from the very start. I just love that actor. (Oppa!) 

Ossan‘s Love Thailand (Mon YouTube) ep 9 of 12 - I see it’s the Thai tourist board mandated “get them out of Bangkok occasionally” episode.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Secret Relationships (Korea iQIYI) ep 2 of 8 - Ooo, the bloody nose trope! Haven’t seen that in ages. Ooo x2, toxic exes! But Korea flavored toxic rather than Thai toxic. Interesting. It’s more reserved and mean-spirited and stylishly cruel. I’m certainly intrigued. I quite like the main couple too, they’re awkwardly adorable. I love the way they keep swapping the care trope back and forth. The workplace gossip and family abuse was really hard to watch though. This show is packed full of stuff, all the relationships are complicated and slightly dysfunctional and codependent.

I like it a lot. 

Eternal Butler (Taiwan Fri Gaga) ep 12 end - This was basically a wrap-up ep, it didn’t advance the plot much. Still it was nice to see a show tackle the eternal youth situation head on. The voice over at the end from our robot who will not age talking about the way the world will perceive them as his lover does age, THAT made me tear up.

Last Downlaod

The story of a boy and his bodyguard/butler/robot falling in love. The robot is very queer and kind of kinky and mostly in charge. This dynamic feels a little healthier and less like indentured servitude than the previous installment in this series, but it’s still somewhat troubling in base concept. Nevertheless, casting a pro bodybuilder as the robot certainly help me to rise above my scruples. BL made me do it. I'm a terribly shallow human. Ultimately, I pronounce this show oddly charming - if you can overlook the implications of "just a robot who can't say no." 8/10 

FC Soldout (Korea Thurs iQIYI) ep 8 end - cute scaredy-cat kiss. Cute soft proper kisses too. I love these boys. Adorable confession. I cackled over the resulting dynamic. But the football captain and the idol are still my favorites. Gutted we got no smooches from them. This time, when our captain uses the word "exercise" baby boy, I don’t think he means the football form of exercise.

Final Score 

An oddly cute sports reunion romance, about an actor and a football player who meet again for convoluted reasons. Essentially one of them is an obsessed fan, and the other one has been pining since high school. So they're kinda stalking each other. They get together after some shenanigans. With a solid side couple it was only the parasocial relationship thing that wigged me out, but it really bothers me. Especially since, had it not been there, this might’ve been the sports BL of my dreams. 8/10

Fight for Love (Vietnam YT) ep 5 - Full of exes and faen fatales. 

Impression of Youth (Taiwan Weds Viki) ep 9 end - Frankly, if you date a kid you shouldn’t be surprised when he behaves like a kid.

PAUSE.

Is that?! OMG yes. That is Marcus Chang playing the role of the professor! I wonder if this means we might get him in a BL? I might just lose my tiny mind.

Summary  

An artist seeking inspiration goes to a beach town to teach where he falls in love with one of his students. An odd disjointed little show that managed to somehow overcomplicate a simple premise. What could’ve been elegant was instead fussy. Despite some expectedly good sex scenes, there wasn’t much chemistry between either pair. Chemistry might have carried this show but without those naked shoulders to ride on, there was no structure and less hope. 7/10

Checkered Shirt (Korea YT) ep 5 of 8 - Ouch. Denial is apparently a river in Korea. This is a bit realistic for my BL. OH WAIT. The story about a man in the closet is called The Checkered Shirt?! I see what you're doing there. Clever, little KBL. Clever.

Exclusive Love (Taiwan Fri Gaga) ep 5 of 12 - What tf is going on with this show? It’s wild but not in an appealing way, in a weird wet dish towel away. I get why @heretherebedork finds the crazy pining side couple appealing, but they’re too frustrating for me. I now mostly just love the sweetly unhinged little assistant.

It's airing but......

Gelboys (Thai Weds iQIYI) ep 1 of 7 - I’m giving this show a pass. It’s just too far out of my wheelhouse. I don’t have patience right now.

Sashes and Hearts (Pinoy YT) - Philippines is doing Drop Dead Gorgeous only all gay boys queening their asses off. Doesn't interst me, not sure if it's BL.

The Last Time (Thai WeTV) 8 eps - Looks dark so I'm giving it a pass until I know about the ending.

Last Meal Universe (Thailand Sun ????) 10 eps - An alien who has come to destroy earth instead falls in love with Thai food and then the Thai boy who cooks it - realistic, actually. I got a link to watch but it still wouldn't work for me, so I guess I'm waiting to see what happens.

In case you missed it...

Wattpad author talks about trying to make a Thai BL out of her KP fanfic (Allure of the Siren). Trailer here.

A Perfect Match (Taiwan iQIYI) - A not very well regarded Taiwanese sports BL from earlier this year picked up for rerelease. Reports from spies (hi twig!) are that this is a "sports BL that did everything it could to show no sport at all" and NOT good. So it's getting a pass from me.

Next Week Looks Like This:

3/12 My Golden Blood (Thailand Weds YouTube) 12 eps - Trailer. GMMTV taking on Weds nights and midweek discourse (they hope) with this hotly anticipated vampire series. I happen to find Joss watchable but this looks very bad and also very Kissable Lips. But at least Thailand is finally giving us the trashy gay vampires we richly deserve? Just realize we don't deserve much.

3/12 Lost in the Woods (Thailand Weds Gaga) 7 eps - Announced for 2023, adapted from a novel of the same name. Fifa just graduated high school and travels to a remote province to take care of his grandma, before starting uni. There he meets Chief Hem, a forest ranger.

Bah, how annoying. We don't usually have a slump this bad in the spring. What am I gonna do with myself?

Upcoming March 2025

3/20 Top Form (Thailand Thurs WeTV) 10 eps - Trailer. Adaptation of a Japanese manga starring Boom (Chains of Heart) opposite Smart (Don't Say No). Actor recognized as the "The Sexiest Man of the Year" has his first-place position usurped by newcomer. But while he sees them as rivals, turns out the new kid has other ideas. I'm super excited for this but hate watching on WeTV so gonna be a challenge.

3/28 Heesu in Class 2 (Korea Fri ????) 10 eps - Trailer. Adaption of the comic by Lily, about a shy unpopular boy with a secret crush on best friend who somehow also ends up his school's relationship counselor. Supposed to have completed filming in 2022, the fact this has been in dev hell since then somewhat mitigates this being my most anticipated BL of it's original year.

2025 Line Up

BL Announced for 2025 - PART 1

BL Announced for 2025 - PART 2

20 BLs Announced for 2025 That I'm Really Excited About

GMMTV 2025 Line Up - My Totally Biased and Wildly Flawed Feels

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

Aside from that idol boyfriend claiming?!

Yeah ThamePo ate this week. No room in brain or heart for others.

Not that it matter right now. Things are lackluster and dire.

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[fiendishfables]

Hiii cookie bookie pookie bear, I was wondering if you could write for my short king again (lucifer)! Babyboy is short but how will he be with a gf/wife that is shorter than him! Rahh so cute ♡

Lucifer x Shorter S/O! Fem! Reader

Headcanons

warnings: fluff, short people jokes, Lucifer being an emotional dork and lover

words: 664

a/n: sorry for the lack of fics, I've been super busy and have had no motivation recently! Thanks for 300+ followers, I love y'all!

First of all, it's very rare that Lucifer finds anyone shorter than himself, so you'll have to excuse the literal squeal of excitement he emits the moment he sees you

When you first mention your romantic feelings for him, he had a field day

Someone like yourself, being so beautiful AND short, liking HIM?

He swore it was like being back up in Heaven again

Definitely never misses a chance to make a short joke, despite his own height misfortunes

The internet aided him in coming up with originals

"Hey, how's the weather down there?"

"My golly, it really is the little things in life that matter, isn't it darling?

You have attempted to bite his ankles a few times

Don't worry, if his jokes somehow ends up hurting your feelings, he will be quick to apologize and coddle you for the rest of the day

He is usually very ecstatic whenever you ask him to get anything for you off of a high perch; his chest literally swells with pride that he finally has someone who can come to him for that sort of stuff

"Oh, that old thing up there? No worries, my love. Step aside, step aside now."

Ends up having to get the kitchen stool

But by then, more often than not, it ends up with neither of you being able to reach it, not even with the help of his cane or the stool

Results in him having to get either his daughter, or the spider pornstar he usually tried to avoid if possible (mainly result of his intimidations due to his height, but he was a friend of Charlies)

He will physically deflate if he can't fulfill a need/request you have for him; it crushes his spirit

Likes to put his arm on your head whenever he stands next to you

Its a symbol of both his affection for you and his desire to playfully irritate you

Says you make a good armrest

He only got the satisfaction of saying it once though, because you kicked him harshly in the shin after

He thinks you are just the cutest thing when you're mad; he likes seeing you yell at other people, especially Alastor

But if you yell at him instead during these times, he will go wrap himself up in a blanket and have a breakdown on his own time

You wont see him for a good hour or two; he's off sobbing in some random corner

Eventually he will resurface and request your attention, which you gladly provide him with, apologizing and telling him your words were only humor based and not meant to be taken to heart

Lucifer is already such a sensitive soul, he claims you are turning him to mush by just being the cutest thing to ever behold him

He can't fathom the idea of ever making his precious lady mad at him

Loves getting you funny t-shirts and stuff that have short people jokes on them

Almost always insists on being the big spoon when the two of you cuddle

He's finally taller than someone for once in his life, okay?

He gets the chance to feel like he is effectively protecting someone, this time by covering them with his body like a shield; this has never happened before

Let him have this one victory; he feels accomplished, the poor baby

No one can deny that he has tons of fun with you, as he now gets to be the one who feels all high and mighty

Your height is an ongoing topic throughout the relationship

He often forgets that he himself still only stands just above five feet

He once even tried to fight Alastor because you genuinely make him feel like he's a 7ft giant

Safe to say he came back to you with his tail between his legs, feelings hurt, and still a whopping 5,2

But with you, he may as well have been standing on top of the world

[the-nosy-neighbor]

More unusual language on AFPE, “Joy”

Error:  unusual word choice:  “Whoever it is that sends me these items rarely ever sends me items fully created.”  Fully created is a strange choice here.  People would use “complete” or “whole” when describing full items.  Maybe they are thinking sketches?

Hey, W gets very positive after drinking the Joy:

“But how lucky am I? I just know I’m going in the right direction with this website, I’m so happy I’m in this position. I promise I’ll keep going. The advertisement for this product was right, too. It does need tasting to be believed.”

In the ad, Joy is described as “putting the pep back in your step” crediting caffeine as the source of this invigoration.  But it does say “Even the gloomiest of days don’t stand a chance against the refreshing, flavorful, and vivacious taste of joy.”  Listing gloominess is interesting, because it doesn’t just describe an outlook on life, but also insinuates darkness.  The primary definition is actually more specifically about darkness:  “partially or totally dark/ having a frowning or scowling appearance/low in spirits/causing gloom/lacking in promise or hopefulness”

I think this could be important given W’s discussion of losing eyesight on the Toy Box page.  They make it sound like an ongoing issue, but the toy box page does come after Joy.  I guess if Joy was working properly, W’s eyesight would be better.  But I do think the shift from the entry on April 12 to the Joy page shows a shift in mood from the gloomy to the positive.  W rarely is so straightforwardly excited about things.  They are generally concerned about the strangeness. 

W did express some relief with this update, however, that seems more related to relief that they haven’t seen hauntings on the main website.  (But could also be the opposite, the relief coming from drinking Joy.) I think the evolving picture we are getting with some of the merchandising for the show is starting to lean toward the nefarious.  We now have indications that there are collectors of WH merchandise (buggle ad) which indicates a fandom/obsession. We've already seen this in W, and could be related to some interplay between WH's world and ours through merchandise. In addition, if Joy really is mood altering or impacts the sight, then that could have a negative impact on the audience, intentional or not. 

Soon:  a related exploration of fairy/fae legends in Welcome Home

[cityofmeliora]

notes on Primo's characterization 💖

let's talk about Primo! i think he's a really, really interesting character!

i've said before that i think Primo is the only one of the brothers who takes the whole ~satanic death cult trying to bring the end of the world~ thing seriously.

Primo was indeed very serious about the cult. maybe too serious? even some other members of the cult dislike that about him.

NAMELESS GHOUL: The first Papa Emeritus was someone very rigid, very strict, and very solemn. A real son of a bitch! (laughs) To be honest, we don’t miss him at all! MyRock #44 (2017) translated from French by @ a-wandering-ghoulette)

the best source of Primo characterization is a 2010 interview with Sweden Rock Magazine where Primo and the Nameless Ghouls kidnapped the interviewer. though i quote *a lot* of it here, i strongly recommend reading the full interview because it is truly fascinating. notably, Primo himself speaks in this interview rather than a Nameless Ghoul.

Primo is a misanthrope who believes humans are "vermin" that have doomed themselves due to their "intellectual decline". in his eyes, they are unworthy of life and will eventually be destroyed.

“Human beings are vermin, thus the end of humanity is ultimately a good thing. We play but a vanishingly microscopic role in this cosmos of nothingness.”

The devil-worshipping organization that the Ghost leader speaks of is claimed to operate on a worldwide level and among many different areas: from politics and business to religious movements, in the entertainment industry and on the street. It does not have a name, but its existence “can most easily be explained as a living and ongoing result of humanity’s intellectual decline and eventual decay.”

Primo affirms Ghost's mission statement as originally presented in the band's old Myspace page: to spread the devil's influence and convince other people that humanity deserves its inevitable end.

According to the statement on the band’s page, Ghost’s main mission is to trick mankind into believing that the end of the world is ultimately a good thing. “Our only task is to accompany the world’s downfall.”

A question comes to mind: wouldn’t the band, which with its poppy hard rock could by all means appeal to a much wider audience than ordinary black metal acts, gain more attention by engaging in more commercial modes of expression? “We have other entertainment groups within our organization who are doing just that. Our task is to emphasize the devil’s message in the part of society that has, to varying degrees, already accepted it. It’s directed at the social grouping that goes to the type of concerts that we perform. Our goal is to be able to carry out our black mass, our ritual, for them. Other members of the cult work with far more subtle modes of expressions, better suited for consumers who are not as receptive to the truth.”

though he openly calls the organization a cult, his religious belief is sincere.

to Primo, the band's anonymity and use of costumes are a way of showing reverence and humility in their task. if Satan is the Father, and Antichrist is the Son, the band is the (unholy) Ghost: the force which connects humanity to the power of the Father and the Son. for the audience to think of Primo or the Nameless Ghouls as individual people would distract from their message. when he takes on the role of Papa, he becomes one with their cause.

You refer to yourselves as a group of nameless spirits - should this be taken literally? Is the band actually something other than human? “To make it easier for mortals to deal with the fact that we, as individuals, have no significance in this experience, we have chosen to act as ghosts - hollow and diffuse.”

Why did you, as a leader, choose an outfit so similar to the one worn by the Catholic Pope? “For the Pope it is a way of showing reverence and seriousness, and at the same time humility before his task. He uses it to step into the body that is the essence and the fog, something we advocate too. It is our way of becoming one with the fog.” Things become clearer when the leader speaks of the meaning behind the name of the band: “Akin to the tripartite view so stubbornly proclaimed by the Christian faith, we too believe there is magic in the concept of three and we are part of it: there is a god, Satan, a son, Antichrist, and a ghost in the middle that is the inexplicable - the fog.”

Primo has a theistic view of Satan, believing he is real deity who speaks through / inspires the band's music. in this way, the Ghoul Writer could be considered a sort of prophet to him.

That’s right. Ghost have their music written for them. In one online interview, a so-called “ghoul writer” is mentioned who supposedly composes melodies and lyrics with the help of ungraspable powers from beyond – devilish whispers instruct him which words should accompany which chords, and so forth. “There is indeed a human individual who composes patterns of tones and words which operate ever so beautifully in unison. However, I am of the belief that there is a higher being who speaks through this individual,” asserts the Pope.

like a proper cultist, Primo cannot imagine having a life / identity outside of the cult. he remembers that there was once a time when he was not a member of the cult, but he cannot remember what it was like to be that person. his devotion to the cult has been a core part of who he is for a very long time.

How he got involved in this movement and dedicated his life to Satan, he has a hard time answering. After a long silence, the singer says: “I find it very difficult to remember the life I had before I found the darkness. It is therefore very difficult to answer your question. My memory doesn’t go that far.” Surely the Pope must remember something?           “I cannot remember a time when I did not find myself part of the dark energy. That does not mean that I remember nothing from my past life, only that I cannot remember how I felt then. This is because it was a time when I did not know very much.” Was it by coming into contact with other members of the organization that you found this darkness? “As I said, I do not remember when this happened. But I think…” He chooses his words carefully. “… I believe that, like many others, I was woven into this dark through subtle, human components found within it. Once again, my intellect was not as developed as it is now, so I have great difficulty in explaining what happened - when and where, and to what extent.”

while he cannot say exactly what happened to him or when, Primo seems to have had genuine spiritual experiences. he was always connected to the dark energy, and he feels that he became awakened and that his intellect has developed since he truly found his faith.

despite being a misanthrope, Primo admits he was brought into the darkness by some sort of human connection. he might actually have the capacity to care about some people.

in a Kerrang feature where Primo gets quizzed on "demonology, serial killers and stuff like that", he says the cult knew witches who were burned at the stake, but he doesn't like to talk about it. it stood out to me that he says he doesn't want to talk about it, because he speaks so openly and matter-of-factly about other dark / upsetting topics. at the very least, it appears he doesn't like it when bad things happen to other members of the cult.

WHAT DOES THE PHRASE MALLEUS MALEFICARUM TRANSLATE AS IN ENGLISH? A) HAMMER OF THE WITCHES B) HAMMER OF THE DEMONS C) HAMMER OF THE GODS PAPA: “That would be the witch-hammer. We knew some Witches, but unfortunately a lot of them were taken away.” KERRANG!: “As in burned at the stake?” PAPA: “Correct. But I don’t like to talk about that. (Answer: A) ✔

he seems to be quite pleased about other people dying, though. and he is certain they all go to Hell.

6. NAME ANY TWO OF THE THREE ORIGINAL MEMBERS OF MAYHEM. PAPA: “Though one was not an original member two of the band are actually burning in Hell, and they’re good guests, certainly. But yes, I will say Euronymous and Necrobutcher.” (Answer: Euronymous, Necrobutcherr, Manheim) ✔ 7. WHAT WAS THE NAME OF THE SHIP THAT WAS DISCOVERED FLOATING ABANDONED AND UNMANNED IN THE ATLANTIC OCEAN IN DECEMBER 1872? PAPA: “It was that ship with such a heavenly name, the lady Mary Celeste.” KERRANG!: “And can you finally tell us where all the people went?” PAPA: I’ll check the records. Obviously they’re all in Hell now, but the way they got there is a little cloudy. But then our Lord too works in mysterious ways…“ (Answer: Mary Celeste) ✔

some of Primo's other responses in this article reveal he has a dark sense of humor and perhaps cruel inclinations. when talking about possessions done by the cult, he says "sometimes you just want to do it for the hell of it" and "you want to make a bit of sport out of it", referring to a possession that (allegedly) influenced a serial killer. he refers to the victims of these possessions as "poor [name]", but his remarks on their misfortune don't indicate any actual remorse or sympathy. it might even be intentionally ironic.

5. WHICH PAINTER ALLEGEDLY UNDERWENT AN EXORCISM IN 1947? PAPA: “Poor Salvador Dali. You know we had his missus possessed as well, all in the name of Satan…” KERRANG!: Is possession something that’s done for serious reasons or just to pass the time? “Well sometimes you just want to do it for the hell of it…”  (Answer: Salvador Dali) ✔

13. WHAT AMERICAN SERIAL KILLER CLAIMS HE WAS COMPELLED TO COMMIT HIS MURDERS BY A DEMON THAT POSSESSED HIS NEIGHBOUR’S DOG? PAPA: 'That was that poor boy, the Son Of Sam. That sure was a successful possession, although it did involve far too much crotch-sniffing and turd-eating.“ KERRANG: "Is it easier to possess a dog than to possess a person?” PAPA: “Not necessarily, but you want to make a bit of sport out of it.” (Answer: David Berkowitz/Son Of Sam) ✔

also, many of the events Primo speaks about would've happened before he was born or when he was very young, so it seems he's studied the cult's history very well, and he keeps tabs on their current activities. he does his research!

and as a fun fact: Primo is pretty good at math :)

14. IF YOU’RE TRICK OR TREATING AND THREE HOUSES GIVE YOU SEVEN SWEETS, TWO GIVE YOU FOUR, AND ONE GIVES YOU NINE, AND YOUR PARENTS THEN DOUBLE WHAT YOU HAVE, HOW MANY SWEETS DO YOU END UP WITH? PAPA: “76.” KERRANG!: “That was alarmingly fast, sir. Are good mathematical skills important when you’re burning in the fiery pits of Hell?” PAPA: “We all have our different strengths, but of course the number we are most used to is 666…” (Answer: 76) ✔

there's not a lot of information about Primo, and what exists is hard to find, but i live to bring knowledge to the people 🫡. these are all the sources i have on hand that talk about Primo. if anyone else has other articles / videos talking about Primo, i'd really appreciate it if you shared them!