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[foone]

Idea: interspecies TF but it doesn't go like a werewolf movie, over in seconds or minutes, but like HRT.

Every morning you look in the mirror, pulling your mouth open to get a better look at your canines. Is it just you or are they a little bigger?

You turn your head sideways, seeing how much your face is stretching into a snout. You occasionally catch yourself looking at your hands, seeing how the skin on your palm is hardening into pawpads, how the tips of your fingers are stretching, your nails coalescing into claw tips.

You spend a while looking online at r/TFtimelines/, looking at other furries with a mix of envy and lust. God, you hope someday you can look a tenth as monstrous as them. You look up doctors in your area to see their ratings for bottom surgery (which is getting a tail), and wonder if your insurance will cover it.

It's not all physical changes, of course. You're noticing how your emotional state is shifting. You're staring at spreadsheets at work, in need of another coffee, and you have that thought again of just running into the woods. Your clothes seem tight and restrictive on you, and you know it had nothing to do with the fact you've gained 5 inches in height over the last year. It's more to do with feeling you shouldn't need to wear this business formal nonsense, you should be covered in fur and hanging out in the lonely woods, not in a crowded office moving numbers around for your boss.

Ugh, your fucking boss. It's getting harder to not listen to him talk without inadvertently thinking about what it'd feel like to rip his throat open with your teeth, and leave him as a warning for the others not to mess with the wolf...

Not that you'd ever do such a thing, of course... But those pills you're taking every morning have been waking up millions of years of instinct that are saying "this supposed leader is weak and ineffectual and doesn't deserve your loyalty. Kill him. Take his place, or his poor leadership will get you all killed when the winter comes."

You sigh, and keep typing on the keyboard. One day you'll come out to these anthrotypicals. You'll be recognized for the mighty wolf you are, and they'll stop treating you as just another human.

You make a note to email HR about that "I'm a human" CAPTCHA they put on the company's website. They don't know, of course, but they should be more considerate. Not everyone wearing a pantsuit and operating a boring Dell computer is a human, after all.

You glance at the clock and think about getting dinner once this slog is over. You'd been a vegetarian before starting your transition, but there's a new steakhouse that's opened up on your walk home, and every time you walk past it, you keep thinking about biting into a nice steak... Rare, of course. It's probably just the smell. You can smell so much better now, and from what you've heard from others, it's only going to get better.

Well, better is relative. You've learned the downside of having a better sense of smell. It's sometimes unbearable walking to work on Wednesday, when everyone has their bins out. So much rotting food and spoiled milk and bacteria festering in all those cans waiting for the trash trucks.

It gets better once you're in the office. The AC kills a lot of the smell. But now you can tell exactly how many days it has been since your coworkers have showered, and you'll never look at Simon from accounting the same way again.

And it was a bit of a faux pas (or should that be a faux paw, ha!) when you congratulated Cindy on the baby she was expecting... She hadn't told you yet. She hadn't told anyone yet, other than her spouse, but you forgot that it wasn't as obvious to everyone else.

You don't know how that can be overlooked (oversmelled?). The hormones are all different. Was there really a time in your life when you couldn't smell this? Huh. You can't remember anymore. This is your new normal. You've come farther than you think. You should have taken more pictures at the start, so you could compare them to now, but it was so hard to look at yourself then. You looked so... Human. Ugh.

It's getting easier to look at yourself in the mirror in the morning. Your fur is coming in. Your body is changing in so many ways. You're finally starting to look like you.

[lushrue]

i’ve been seeing a lot of business/ceo aus with the 141, but i’ve been bingewatching “suits” lately so…law firm au?

The 141 Law Group is one of the most prestigious in London. they take on clients that nobody else will, lots of high profile people and large businesses. they have a great reputation for discreteness, getting things done quickly and quietly and mostly above board. 141 handpicks their associates from the top law schools in the UK and it’s an honor to be chosen by them.

jonathan price is managing partner. at the end of the day, it’s him who makes the decisions of what clients to take on, what expenses are necessary and which ones aren’t, and how to handle the difficult cases. he runs the show, and what he says goes. usually mills around in the associate spaces, making sure the firm’s making good investments in the rookies. his background is in criminal law, but getting him in the courtroom is tough these days. he can be tempted out of his cushy corner office on occasion, though.

simon riley is a senior partner, price’s right hand. he was one of the founding partners of the firm, but chose to keep his name off the official paperwork. he has more interest in being a lawyer than a manager, though he likes to throw his weight around from time to time. expert in business law, does a really good job at giving government oversight the finger and finding workarounds for his clients. he has his limits though, won’t help his clients take action that will harm consumers. most people think he’s sleazy and dirty, but there’s a heart of gold underneath that prada suit.

john mactavish is the firm’s numbers guy. we already know he’s good with math, he has to be not to blow himself to bits. he keeps the ledgers balanced and the firm consistently in the green. has a few clients of his own that he advises on strictly financial matters. price brings him on every new client lunch because of his charm and wit, swears they’ve gotten a couple of clients because of johnny’s sense of humor alone. likes the water cooler talk, especially with lawyers in different specializations. this man knows so many random bits and pieces of international law, business law, entertainment law all because of the people he strikes up conversation with.

kyle garrick is the freshest face, hired for a permanent position after being chosen as an associate. aspiring senior partner, would love to co-manage the firm with price someday. he works primarily with international clients, loves the late nights reading up on the laws that govern other countries. he’s great at finding loopholes, just like simon. he’s aggressive in the courtroom when he does get to go, oftentimes as co-counsel with simon or johnny. he’s scribbling notes in every meeting he’s in, soaking in all the information. despite the multiple offers he’s gotten from other firms, his loyalty lies with john.

and then there’s you, their new secretary. simon was hesitant when john announced your hiring at the partners’ meeting, didn’t really think they needed someone fielding calls and making copies when that was what the associates were for. john had purely personal motivations for hiring you, though. poached you from the rival firm, Shadow Company, LLC. while you’d been content enough in your position, phillip graves was a bit of a sleazeball, in your opinion. when price came in with his sweet talk and promise of a signing bonus, you were hooked. nevermind that it took a whole week of morning coffees and tickets to the ballet for johnny to agree to the extra expense. they change their mind when you show up to work in your tight skirt and high heels, eyes bright and ready to start. 

the second you bent over your desk and they caught a glimpse of your lacy thong, it was all over.

[waltwhitmansbeard]

ugh now i can't stop thinking about it so

what cars would the mighty nein drive?

jester: she's just what a 60s vw bug would be like as a person. bubble gum pink with giant yellow flowers. an antenna topper of a cupcake and a "the traveler is my co-pilot" bumper sticker in the font from the beginning of legally blonde.

fjord: a wood-paneled station wagon. just an absolute boat of a vehicle that all of the kids (re: the rest of the nein) can pile into. insists you can't have the aux but everyone routinely ignore him. no seatbelts, we die like mollymauk.

caleb: you know those tiny german cars that seem like they were built for children to drive? one of those, maroon but you can't tell if that's the paint or the rust, at least one missing rim, can't sit in the back seat bc it is piled all the way up to the ceiling with books and papers caleb swears he's going to read someday. the glove compartment is a hazardous zone. floor littered with coffee cups.

beau: no car, this lesbian daddy drives a crotch-rocket, bright red and obnoxiously loud. she parks it wherever she wants and throws the tickets away. no helmet, no speed limit, we die like mollymauk.

yasha: no car, prefers to walk everywhere she can. if she has to go somewhere long distance, she'll crunch herself into a cab or cling onto beau for dear life. she'd prefer to get a ride from fjord, tho.

caduceus: there is one (1) car for the entire clay family, a secondhand sedan they traded for on craigslist, but it's too small to actually fit everyone in it, and there's always arguments about who needs it most, so mostly cad bikes everywhere (also a craiglist find, the chain is rusted but it works well enough)

veth: soccer mom van. she pretends to hate it, insists she "cooler" than the vehicle suggests, but actually she finds it incredibly handy. everyone hates sliding around in fjord's station wagon so when she's on the group trip, everyone fights to get in her car. also her stereo is better. the back is littered with bumper stickers that veth just finds. none of them pertain to her particularly. if she comes across a bumper sticker, it goes on the car.

kingsley: also a motorcycle, but somehow louder and gayer than beau's.

essek: absolutely REFUSES to get in caleb's car, says "that's not how i'm going to die," this is a miata twink for sure, sleek black and fast as hell. hates bumper stickers but jester snuck on one that says "my child is an honor roll student at the solstryce academy" but "honor roll student" is crossed out with "professor" written over it and "child" was replaced with "boytoy"

(vox machina version here)

[machinegrl]

Amihan Nuñez - the intern

i've never seen the office but i really wanted to participate in @kashisun's the simblr office au (hope the company is currently accepting cute interns hihi)

meet Amihan but u can call her mihan!

she's used to working lots of diff jobs cause she's desperately saving up to be able to afford her own place (she's currently renting an intern housing)

is doing her internship during her senior year in college and works as a bartender on the weekends (she'll keep ur drinks safe for u & ur friends dw no need to ask a random stranger)

she's nice but she also has ulterior motives. she tries to suck up to her co workers in hopes of getting hired as a regular after she graduates so she has everyone's coffee orders almost memorized (she's also a bartender so mental note-taking naturally became a habit to her.) and she carries around a pack of cigarettes not cause she likes smoking but just in case anyone wants em. (PLS put in a good word for her girly is desperate 😅)

her only hobby (aside from bartending which she grew to love) is drawing. her dream is to publish her own web comic someday. she also really loves the beach. she grew up in a tropical country so it would always remind her of home.

and lastly, mihan really needs to have a lil fun sometimes. someone pls take her out to party & drinks or smthg (by force if u have to lol)

images from top -> bottom: her corporate attire, her campus clothes, and her bartender uniform

[anlian-aishang]

Tired, burdened, annoyed by all those "morons" at work. There is only one medicine, and it lies between your legs.

// levi x reader, smut, oral sex, squirting, modern AU, fem!reader  // 1300 words // while writing this, i listened to 

People like you two were pulled in all directions. Your merits recognized in work and in play. Overtime at the office, overbooked for coffees with friends. During the work week, sleeping hours were about all you had to share with Levi, morning face washes and nighttime recaps now and then. Had you not moved in together, your relationship would be confined to Saturdays and Sundays, that was certain.

Somedays, it was dreadful. Mondays marked the start of separation. Wednesdays felt far from halfway. Fridays, though. Fridays made you forget. 

That look in his eyes, anticipation that teetered on mania. The twitches of his hands, a man on the brink. Tie half loosened and collar undone. Idiot coworkers and pointless meetings had nicked him to his last thread. With you alone, at last, the Ackerman’s composure snapped. Faced with his unravel, you bit your lip, yet still could not help but smirk. This was what you worked for. 

Hand instinctively snapped to the small of your back. Before you could blink, Levi whipped you to the sofa. A ballroom dip gone dirty. Left hand held your head - a finger on each of the important spots - temple, cheek, lips, jawline. Tongue swept yours in a dance, wordlessly communicating all he was about to do with you. 

That did not mean you were immune to his actions, though. Your startled shrieks as he hoisted your ankles beside his ears - Levi allowed a single snicker - and in that moment, you knew you were fucked. An inadvertent humbling as your stilettos scraped his neck on the way up, drawing a hiss more sinful than sex itself. 

Palm pushed strong against your stomach, Levi leveraged himself lower and lower. Fingers wound between your buttons wove you free on their way down. So familiar with your body, moves practiced to perfection were made to look effortless. Eyes closed in bliss, in exertion, his grasp easily found the hem of your tights. His pull easily found where to yank them to. 

Kisses marked your legs, fingernails traced their path: a crude connect-the–dots. Levi was always eager to remind you: your body was art. A canvas he corrupted with sweat, saliva, and swears. Painting you up - all the way to your middle.

At the sight of your slick, Levi growled between clenched teeth, “Dripping already.” Slowly, his finger glided between your split. End to end: arousal spilled over his touch. Your clean freak examined the glisten on his finger, feigning disgust, but the way his tongue savored your cream proved the opposite. 

Chapped lips to your soft, smooth skin. Eyes met as he spoke into you, “Seems like you’ve been waiting for this, hm?”

Face burned in humiliation, Levi swiftly ditched his sadism and soothed you with sympathy, “Me too, baby.” Hips rutted into the couch cushions, “Me, too.”

Actions were evidence of his words. Hard, fast, hungry, he began to eat you out. Clit rode the bridge of his nose. Tongue pried into your depths. White-knuckle grip spread you wide open - your secrets finally in his hands. And goddamn, did it feel good. 

Pantyhose calves on his cotton shoulders made satisfying sounds, not as satisfying, though, as the ones below. Gasps for air: he had delayed the pull away as long as possible, reluctant to leave. Long hums: the sensation of a hot shower’s first spray. Whispers of your name, as though it was a curse word.

Levi drank you down like a gulp of water on a humid hike. Ate you out like the first day after a fast. When you thought he would tire, his body showed just how desperately it needed you. Muscles rippled, tendons stretched, all in endeavor: you were life itself. 

“Missed you.” Levi moaned between smacks of his lips on yours. “Missed you too much.”

Too much, not so much. 

Indeed, so much would have been one thing. Too much was another. Come the weekend, he was so tired, but not too tired - not too tired to provide you the release you deserved. So burdened, but not too burdened - not too burdened to put your pleasure on his shoulders literally. So annoyed, but not too annoyed - not too annoyed to withstand your glass-shattering cries. In fact, those seemed to ease him.

Ease him in some ways, rile him in others. When you got like this, all felt right in the world, his universe no wider than this sofa. At the same time, with each of your screams, nerves stung along his spine. Hairs stood on end. He longed to love you, to destroy you. To praise you, to remind you who you belonged to. You were the mystery that snared him, one he tried to solve one lick at a time. 

Those were getting more frantic. Your fingers thrown in his hair and the dire calls of his name - shots of adrenaline in his pursuit. Thick gulps of your syrup - an adult sugar rush. Levi winked one eye open, split-second precision to catch the pulse of your abdomen. Ovaries danced. Nipples took a stand against their imprisonment, black-lace bra their cage. At your pathetic, dismantling state, a smile you could feel. 

“You’ve been such a good girl, such a good girl,” Levi cooed, cupping your thighs, slurping between breaths. “So patient, I bet you wanna cum, huh?”

The arch of your back answered better than words could. Still, even as your pussy twitched and as your dam began to crack, you clenched your fists in the couch, a sorry attempt to delay the inevitable.

You both knew, the longer the race, the better the finish. Dreams of this scene had propelled you through hell-sent day-to-days, the last thing you wanted was for it to end early.

But with a mouth like his, “you’re not gonna last, sweetheart.” Against his fingers, he could feel your waves build, could see the impatience in your yearning. Pupils had dilated in lust, but knowing that your demise, your nirvana, was near spilled love into that concoction. 

Beckoning, “Let go, princess.” You’ve had such a long week. “Come on, let me taste you.” All of you. 

From pleading to ordering, Levi’s voice drowned deep, “Cum on my face.” Use me. Surrender to me. “Cum on me.” Stern, then shouting, “Cum on me!”

The juxtaposition of soft and strict. Dichotomy of begging and demanding. Mentality fucked by his overstimulation, by the debate of delayed gratification, it could not handle one more head game. 

“Levi, I…” you writhed in his grasp, yet his tongue spared you no mercy.  “Le-Levi!!”

In the first rush, you knew you had made the right choice in submitting. Fuck foreplay. Whatever this was - that was all you needed in life. Levi’s head between your thighs - what bills, what schedule? Flooding him in your love, turning his face wet, coating each strand of hair - better than any promotion. Who needed one? You were Levi Ackerman’s significant other, that was a superlative in itself. A million thoughts in each of those ten seconds, none of them coherent, always interrupted by an immaculate moan or motion of his. 

With your first ounce of composure, you took a deep breath. In your second, you gazed down to him. Shirt wrinkled with divots beneath your heels. Jawbone dripping with God knows what. It had glued his clothes-transparent-to his skin-flushed. He did not seem to care. More than that, even, he seemed to adore. 

But in that aftermath, you could not help but wonder. What if you held out for one minute longer? Would he be even more wet? Even more red? Even more breathless?

By this point, he could read your mind and could see the first sparks of regret-his most hated look on anyone. Thankfully, he knew the remedy. 

“Who said you only get one?”

// masterlist //

[fortheloveofarchons]

Dan Heng is acting drunk in front of Caelus

C.W. - Kiss and make out - Smut - Caelus being a menace - Dragon Dan Heng / Vidyadhara Dan Heng - Top Dan Heng & Bottom Caelus - Fluff and smut

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As the small party is about to come to an end in the Astral Express, Caelus takes one last bite of his cream puffs on his plate, and bids a goodnight to everyone. 

“Sleep well, Caelus.” Himeko, who after settles her cup of coffee on the table, replies kindly to him. “Hope you get some good sleep.”

“Sweet dreams, Caelus!” March 7th waves to him enthusiastically, a small chunk of frosting lies in the corner of her smile. “Let’s host another party like this someday again!” 

“I know we’ve only been on this journey for one year,” Welt adjusts his glasses up his nose, and gives Caelus a head pat, because that’s what Caelus deserves! “But I am glad to see that you have been improving a lot on your journey as a trailblazer. Oh, by the way, could you check up on Dan Heng before you go to bed? Dan Heng may have taken a bit too many glasses this time around.” 

“Don’t worry Mr Yang.” Caelus nods, accepting his head pat. “I’ll go check him immediately.”

As Caelus enters Dan Heng’s room, he notices the dim, ambient lighting below the floor, making it look like luminescent ocean waves. Dan Heng is sprawled on his bed, appearing noticeably tipsy. His eyes were half-lidded and unfocused, his lips slightly open ajar. His cheeks were flushed, and he seemed to be fighting to keep his eyes open. 

“Dan Heng?” Caelus walks towards him, putting his hand on Dan Heng’s forehead. Thankfully, his forehead isn’t too hot or too cold at the moment. “Are you okay? You left a bit early during the party.” 

“Hmm, me– Oof!” Dan Heng attempts to prop himself up on one elbow, but ends up sinking back into the pillow with a soft, helpless smile. “I’m just a bit tired from all of the partying, so I figured I’d go to bed early… I didn’t notice you until you came in. Is there something you need from me?”

“Yes!” Caelus gasps from seeing Dan Heng’s smile. A smile that Cold Dragon Young doesn’t show most of their time together! “Your wellbeing!” 

Dan Heng’s movements were slow and uncoordinated, and his normally stern facial features were softened by the effects of alcohol. His head lolls slightly to one side as he looks up, his eyes squinting, struggling to focus on the grey-haired guy in front of him.

“I can’t exactly go to sleep with you hovering over me like that…” Dan Heng stretches out his arm, his fingers curling in a beckoning gesture, inviting Caelus closer. His breathing was uneven, a mix of deep sighs and short breaths, indicative of his relaxed yet disoriented state. “Come closer...” 

Caelus sits next to Dan Heng on the bed, concerned mingling with affection in his golden gaze, and gently brushes a stray lock of black hair from Dan Heng’s forehead. 

Caelus heart aches slightly, seeing Dan Heng so vulnerable for– aeon knows how long has Dan Heng ever opened his emotions up to Caelus and the other express members, but Caelus couldn’t help but smile at Dan Heng’s trust towards him even in this inebriated state. 

“You don’t need to help me, but I appreciate it a lot.” Dan Heng holds Caelus’s hand that’s on his forehead, giving it a kiss on the palm. “I just drank a little… too much. If my speech is slurred and if I say some strange things out of my mouth– it's because I'm impaired, and it doesn't reflect who I am when I’m sober.”

“Well,” Caelus replies with what sounds to Dan Heng like a mix of a cough and a laugh. “I kinda like you in this state.” 

“Hmm? Why would you want me like this?” Even in this inebriated state, the gears in Dan Heng’s head would shift and turn, already coming to a conclusion. “Is it because... You wish to see me relax like this? I don’t see why that would be appealing to someone like you, but then again… you are always a little odd.”

“Hey!” Caelus immediately retracts his hand, yet laughs once more from Dan Heng’s honesty. “You really are rude, Cold Dragon Young!” 

 Dan Heng, upon seeing this rejection, immediately summons his Vidyadhara form, his bright teal horns appearing on his head. His tail, sleek and covered in bright teal scales that shimmered in the light, coils Caelus’s waist, pulling him closer to him, their bodies softly angled towards each other. Dan Heng’s hair immediately flows long until it reaches the quilt of the bed, and he hugs Caelus from behind, his face nestled in between Caelus’s shoulder and neck. 

“Let me just…” Dan Heng mumbles. “Lace my fingers with yours for a minute.” 

Dan Heng’s fingers slide between Caelus’s, weaving together in a gesture that is both tender and deeply connective. Although Dan Heng’s grip is firm, it is not constrictive. The warmth of Dan Heng’s hand seeps in Caelus’s, creating a shared heat. 

“Your fingers are a bit cold, was the air-conditioning a bit too much for you?” Dan Heng’s thumb strokes the back of Caelus’s hand in slow, lazy circles. His tail slowly removes itself from Caelus. “I didn't see you eating much earlier at the party by the way, aren’t you always hungry?”

“This time, not really.” Caelus’s eyes, soft and unguarded, trace the contours of Dan Heng’s hand. “I had some roast chicken, tons of sweet sodas, and some cream puffs. Though, I’ll admit that I only ate two plates while you all ate more than three. I guess I was just so exhausted from today’s mission that I couldn’t eat much.”  

“I know we'll have leftovers tomorrow morning, but they'll hardly be fresh anymore.” There’s a slight curve to Dan Heng’s lips as he gazes at Caelus. While not quite a full smile, but a small, contented one. “Y’know, I took some of the little treats on a dessert plate with me.”  

“Really?” A glint of excitement glows in Caelus’s eyes, looking left and right of the room. “Where?”

Just then, Dan Heng’s dragon tail carefully coils around a cream puff, and hands it over to Caelus. Caelus tries to grab it with his free hand, but Dan Heng’s tail is pulled further away from Caelus, and Caelus couldn’t even reach it. 

Dan Heng’s tail sways with an almost hypnotic rhythm, which confuses the grey-haired trailblazer. “Dan Heng, what are you doing?”

“Allow me to feed you, Caelus.” Dan Heng whispers near his ear, his warm breath tickling Caelus’s skin. 

Before Caelus could even say anything, he could feel another hand on him– this time, covering his eyes, obscuring his vision. 

“Knowing now you might come in search of me,” Dan Heng continues to whisper. “I had to entice you.” 

“Dan Heng–” 

“Open your mouth, Caelus.” 

Caelus had no other option but to obey in this so-called "precarious" scenario, leaving his mouth open just a little. The path is not smooth; the dessert wobbles precariously, threatening to drop as Caelus’s breath catches in anticipation. Dan Heng smirks, enjoying the playful tension, his movements both teasing and sensual.

As the desert reaches Caelus's lips, a small dollop of cream falls, smudging on his cheek. Dan Heng then leans in, his tongue slowly licking the cream and Caelus’s warm skin. As Dan Heng is now in his Vidyadhara form, his tongue is different– longer and more flexible than a human tongue, possessing a slightly forked tip that is reminiscent of serpentine creatures, like snakes and dragons. 

Caelus could feel that Dan Heng’s tongue had an unusual warmth, almost as if it carried the Vidyadhara’s inner fire. 

From what he can remember from Dan Heng’s daily recaps from the research of his data bank, this warmth can be felt keenly upon contact during the process of mating, adding a layer of intimacy and intensity to any interaction. 

Mating… Mating?!?! 

Caelus could feel the forked tips of Dan Heng’s tongue gently brush his bottom lip, creating a light, tickling sensation that can be both teasing and tender. 

“Dan Heng, wait! We can’t do this, you’re not sober– Hnnngghh!” 

After tasting and swallowing the cream puff– which consists of Caelus struggling to bite it due to the cream puff being shoved inside of his mouth, Caelus could feel his grip on Dan Heng's hand loosening, and a finger touched his lips as Dan Heng called in a gentle voice.

“Caelus, I assure you I’m just a bit tipsy. Don’t you remember what I told you before?”

“What?”

Caelus parted his lips slightly, allowing Dan Heng to put his finger inside his mouth before slowly licking it. Because Caelus’s eyes remained closed, the sensation of Dan Heng’s delicate finger inside the warmth of his mouth, teasingly playing with his round, soft tongue, was more noticeable.

One finger was not enough.  

A short while later, a second one squeezed in. Dan Heng’s eyes glitters as he watches Caelus trying hard to suck the two fingers deeper inside, licking them warm and wet. 

Dan Heng then pulls his fingers out, guiding them lower on Caelus’s body.

“Vidyadharas don’t get drunk that easily.” 

Caelus had not realised how his lower body was being undressed already, leaving nothing but his white shirt on…

A pang of mixed emotions stirs within him, urging him to take action. 

► (Reject Dan Heng and push him away!)

► (Reluctantly accept his offer.) 

► (I mean… dragons have two pillars! Take this opportunity to understand their anatomy!) 

Before Caelus could even think of option one, Dan Heng begins to lay a broken and dense thicket of kisses on his neck, like a chick pecking at rice.

Feeling this warm and wet moment from Dan Heng, Caelus picks option three...

[mauesartetc]

While we're waiting for Millie's shine in later episodes, how would you develop Millie and how would you write her?

PFFF uhh I expect we'll be waiting indefinitely tbh. But I guess the first step would be to ask a lot of questions and figure out which pieces are missing from the puzzle. Here's a list of what's on my mind about Millie, in no particular order:

In "The Harvest Moon Festival", she hugged her dad upon seeing him, but not her mom. Was she closer to her dad growing up? Why?

What first attracted her to knives and axes, and who taught her to use them as weapons?

What was her favorite job on the farm growing up?

Who was her first love?

How did she meet Blitzo and Moxxie?

What occupations did she have before joining IMP?

Does she ever hang out with anyone other than her coworkers and her husband? What are her friends like? How did they meet?

Does she want to have kids someday?

What's her educational background? If she went to college, which subject/s did she major in?

What hobbies does she have outside of killing people?

Millie's aggressive, violent side is emblematic of Wrath ring culture, but does she have any traits that clash with it?

What's her favorite location in all of Hell, and why?

Standard job interview fare: Where does she see herself in five years?

Why doesn't she ever stand up to Blitzo when he berates her husband? (I mean, in a meta sense, we know why, but what's the reason inside the narrative?)

What does her extended family look like? Do they all live in Wrath, or are they spread out across other rings?

What does she love most about Moxxie?

What did she and Moxxie do on their first date?

What's her most prized possession?

Most of these questions are fairly surface-level, like the kind of thing you'd ask someone you just met at a party. But the thing is, we've barely been introduced to Millie through this entire series. It'd help if she spent an episode or two away from Moxxie so we can see her personality as an individual rather than part of a set. These writers seem to think true love = being attached at the hip, but that's not how strong relationships work. You need a balance of the partners spending time together and having time to themselves. If a relationship leaves no room for independence, it'll get stifling pretty damn quick.

Maybe at some point, Millie gets burnt out from work and decides she needs a solo vacation for her mental health. This would separate her from Moxxie and provide an opportunity to glimpse parts of her life that don't revolve around him and IMP, as well as delve into the fractured mental state of a character who's usually a pillar of strength. To co-opt and rephrase a meme real quick: Everyone asks "What can Millie do for me?", not "How is Millie doing?"

Ideally, the whole episode would focus on her, with no B- or C-plots. She could meet her friends for coffee, or maybe visit extended family members. Perhaps learn some things about herself she never knew before. This all sounds very low-key and lacking in spectacle for this show, but any plot can crackle with deft storytelling. It'd be preferable if the episode answered multiple questions (not too many, but multiple) about the character at its center.

But when all's said and done, it seems the most important question is: What does this character currently struggle with the most? What do they want, and what's preventing them from getting it?

One major problem Millie and the other IMP employees have is that they don't seem to want anything. There's not much driving their actions.

Blitzo presumably wants his business to succeed, but what does that look like to him? What specific goal is he trying to reach? The Goetia family has a bit more direction: Stolas wants a deeper emotional connection with Blitzo (God only knows why, but that's what's presented to us), Octavia obviously wants her parents to stop fighting (though we have no idea how she plans to achieve this), and Stella wants Stolas dead (though she didn't think the consequences through, somehow) but everyone else is a big ol' question mark.

Anyway, that's just a basic overview of how I'd approach it.

[saintjosie]

Really super cool that your from Chambana!!! I keep finding out amazing people are from here. I work at Art Coop - did you ever go there? I know they've been around a long time. I moved here a few years ago and am moving aways soon but am so fond of this town and the people here. Would love to hear about your favorite spots. 🫶🏻

i did! art coop has been there a LONG time cause i remember going there as a kid!

i don’t know how many of the places i know are still there but here’s some of my favs. most of them are probably restaurants tbh lol: black dog, maize, crane alley, lil porgy’s, windy city express, golden harbor, cravings, sun singer, seven saints, fuck there’s a lot of good food there.

also spent a lot of time at coffee shops. cafe paradiso for cozy, espresso royale for horrible coffee but late nights, cafeteria and co for actually good coffee (and cause one of my friends owns it lol). there also used to be an outdoor bar open in summer only called the sipyard which was super cool.

and i got my acoustic guitar in town at the upper bout!

i have a lot of really shitty memories from growing up there but someday i’d like to go back now that i’m a lot happier and show jess some of the places i used to love before i left. champaign was never good to me but i hope it continues to be good to you!

[heart4reigns]

OPERATION: TOGETHER, roman reigns and cody rhodes (vi).

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warnings: curse words, comments about physical appearance, crying, mentions of death (family passing), switch up timeeeee

tags: charming cody at it again!! slight angst, depths into (y/n)'s life, FINALLY NOT FIGHTING W ROMAN, girlboss origin story, is it manipulation or not ? we will never know

"I'M so happy you're back in town." your mom smiled as she took a sip of her drink. "i'm only here for a couple of days, mom." you added. "you look like you need some rest, did you lose weight? you look stressed out..." she continued. "mom, i'm fine. work has been rough for me." you shook your head, trying to convince her that you were doing okay.

the last time you met your mom was months ago, you were still with roman. you told her about the break up via text messages, receiving paragraphs of prayers as a reply from her. "is paul giving you a hard time? because i'll smack his bald head if you want me too." that sentence made you choke on your coffee. "no mom. he's my boss and my friend, he's not a threat." you laughed at her sentence. "okay, i'm just making sure baby... how are you with roman?" the question was definitely out of the cage.

"we're done, i'm actually working with him now. all professional." "i call bullshit, i know you hate his guts." you were caught off guard by your mom’s reply. "yeah, i hate him. still do." the two of you sighed at the same time. "your dad wouldn't want this for you, baby. you know he didn't raise you that way." once again, you sighed at her reply. your dad loved roman. he loved everyone. he was well-known in the industry for his kindness. the entire industry loved him and he loved them. you carried on his legacy by still being in the industry, despite having people calling you a ruthless bitch.

"but dad isn't here, mom. after all roman broke my heart, dad would hate him too." silence greeted the two of you. you looked out the window, trying to find peace despite your stressful situation. "i just hope you'll find peace with yourself, someday. you deserve good things, baby." the relationship you had with your mom grew after your dad passed away. you didn’t have anyone except for her. being the only child was a burden as you had to make your family proud.

and there you were–the co-creative director of a company that made millions of dollars. you knew your dad would be proud of you, even if he wasn’t there to see you growing in the industry. you never gave up for him. “i miss him.” you admitted. “i miss dad, mom.” “he’s always watching you, dear. i miss him too.”

the trip to your hometown felt like a breath of fresh air. you still remembered the crooks in your neighborhood, the small bodega right next to the park, the fire hydrant that you tried to steal–you grew up here, the memories came flashing back. you were driving back to your house to drop your bags, you were going to stay there instead of being in a hotel room. the sound of your notifications caught your attention. “mom, can you read the text for me, please?” she picked up your phone.

“it’s from paul, he said ‘can you please look over costumes for a bit? i’m here and it’s a mess, we need you’.” you groaned in despair. “i’ll drop you off first mom, i gotta go to the arena.” your mother shook her head. “no, no. i’m going with you! it’s been a while." she replied. “mom, you know shawn michaels is not there right? you have no hopes running into him.” the two of you laughed together.

you walked through security, showing them your id card and telling them that your mom was with you. raw was on tonight, meaning you weren’t really in charge, paul was there to take care of it all. “mom, i’m going to be in the wardrobe room okay? you can sit down here, wait for a bit.” your mom nodded at your sentence. “jason! get the hangers!” you yelled, walking away from your mother–causing her to chuckle. “always so hotheaded.” she muttered.

cody dragged his suitcase to the hallways, whistling a song that was stuck in his head. “hey!” he greeted the crew. the man walked towards the hallways, stopping to tie his shoes. “hello there.” cody’s ears perked up as he heard an unfamiliar voice. “oh, hello!” he smiled. “you look like you need coffee.” the old lady laughed. “i actually do.” cody was definitely a people’s person. he always enjoyed conversations with random people. “well, we all need a coffee break sometimes.” she added. “i’ve never seen you around here, ma’am.” cody took a seat right next to her. “oh, i’m just waiting for my daughter.” he furrowed his brows in confusion. “and who could that be? do you want me to ask the crew?” she shook her head. “no, no. she’s right over there.”

the lady pointed at a certain woman who was lifting up a speaker. oh, he thought. “you’re (y/n)’s mother, i suppose.” once again, she nodded at his sentence. “mrs. (l/n), i’m cody rhodes. i’m (y/n)’s friend and colleague.” he finally introduced himself. “dusty’s kid, right?” cody politely nodded. “how’s working with her been for you, cody?” she asked. “it’s been…” cody paused for a second. “it’s been amazing. she knows how to bring the best out of people.”

“i couldn’t agree more, although she is a lot sometimes. i know all the gossip from paul.” the two of them chuckled. “i got used to it. i just pull her closer to me.” your mom raised a brow. “not in that way, i meant i didn’t push her away." cody backtracked. "ah, i thought you were her new boyfriend or something, she doesn't really talk to me about her love life after roman." she added. cody couldn't help but to agree. "yes, i know she doesn't really talk to people anymore ever since the break up," he paused for a second.

"but i'm trying my best to be there for her." cody continued. your mother's eyes softened as she turned to face him. “you’re a good person, cody. i know you’re a good friend to her too…” she complimented him. cody couldn't stop smiling. "are you guys shit-talking about me?" they looked up and saw you carrying a huge container full of costumes. "let me get them for you, where do you want me to put it?" cody immediately stood up from his seat. "no need to-" "no, you go accompany your mom, just tell me where to put it."

you knew that your mom was going to interrogate you about cody. but nothing came out of her mouth. "you're not gonna ask me about him?" she shook her head. "i don't need to, unless there's something going on between you." you groaned. "nothing is going on between me and him, we're friends." your mother only snickered at your comment. "come on, i'm finished. i'll drive you home." you took your mother's hand, attention fully diverted to your phone. you told paul that you were going to drop your mom and drive back to the arena a little bit later than usual.

"sorry." you muttered under your breath, bumping into something–or rather, someone. “mrs. (l/n).” you rolled your eyes. here we go again, you thought. “roman, it’s been a while.” your mother replied. “how are you?" he asked. "i've been doing well, how are you?" "better than ever." of course he was better than ever. "come on, mom. let's go." you said. "MRS. (L/N), WHAT'S GOOD?" right before you could drag your mom back to the car, the twins and their little brother attacked your mom with a hug. "oh my god." you sighed.

"okay, we're here." you pulled up in front of your old house. "i'll leave the keys near the-" "garden pot, right next to the roses." your mother smiled at your sentence. "as usual." the two of you sat in silence. "i talked to that rhodes boy, he's nice. reminds me a lot of his dad." you nodded. "he's... nice. he doesn't give up on me, at least for now." you added. "soon he'll just grow tired of me and leave me like everybody else."

she placed her hand on your shoulder. "no one is going to leave you, dear. people come and people go, but those who stay, they truly care about you. take your time to heal. not everyone deserves a second chance, but it won't hurt you by forgiving your own past." that sentence made you choke up on your own tears. "m- mom, i'm tired." "i know, baby. i know." you hugged her. "be better for yourself, not for anyone else."

you went back to the arena, this time alone. show was going to start in a couple of hours and you were ready to go. you sighed as you exited the car, seeing a couple of familiar faces in the parking lot. it was none other than your ex-boyfriend, again. "hi." he greeted you. "what do you want now, reigns?" he shook his head. "nothing, i was just getting my charger." he held up a pouch full of cables. "oh, then move along." you really didn't have any energy to argue, you were just crying your eyes out in your car. "do you wanna walk to the venue together?" you didn't know what possessed you to agree with him.

it was probably the first time in months that you were alone with him in the locker room. “i’m glad your mom is healthy.” he muttered, wrapping his hands with his gloves. “yeah.” you replied, still not having the energy to argue. “i can tell that she misses you a lot.” you nodded in response. silence greeted the two of you. you noticed that his gloves were slightly unbuckled. "your gloves." you pointed at them. "hmm?" he looked down.

you sat up from your seat and tightened his gloves. "it's tight enough now." you said. you looked up and made eye-contact with him. his brown eyes didn't change at all, contrary to yours–life was still present in those eyes. roman thought differently. you looked tired as if everything was coming to get you. "(y/n)." roman muttered, holding your arm. "what?" you stared at him, uncertain about your own emotions. you felt like you really needed a break after all of this.

“i’m sorry."

once again, silence filled the room. there was no tension in the air–just pure silence. "stop apologizing, roman." you sighed. "there's nothing to apologize over anymore." you added. "i know." he shortly replied. "i just..." roman stumbled on his own words. "i don't know, i'm sorry. it feels like you deserve an apology for everything. i'm sorry-" "please stop apologizing." you felt tears forming in your eyesight. "please, i'm serious." you continued, voice slightly cracking.

"it's just i don't want to see you in pain, seeing you with cody reminded me of who you were, (y/n). i miss that (y/n). i know the damage is done, but i just want us to be okay." you shook your head. "we can never be okay again, roman. you broke my fucking heart." you stuttered. "i know. this is me trying to pay for my wrongdoings." he was still holding your arm. "w- what is it with you, roman? you suddenly want to be in my life again. what happened?"

"maybe i miss you, (y/n). maybe i miss us and i made a mistake."

a/n: writing this made me realize that i do in fact have mommy issues also do you think roman is manipulating (y/n) by being nice and taking her for granted again or not :3

[booboodaddysblog]

Illusory hope

Warning: smut, p in v, betrayal, fight, blood, gun, almost death, tying, crying

Words: 6781

Patience... some people have none, and some have it in excess. Patience also has a connection with loneliness and hope. Is it worth it to hope that someday things will be as we would like them to be?

- I can't stand it! - Colin paced around the social room holding his hair almost pulling it out - I can't stand it any longer like this!

- Dude, what's the matter with you? Is it about that girl from the hotel? You've been talking only about her for a long time - a policeman named Kevin was sitting at the table. He was looking at Colin's behavior - You would stop doing these laps already, it makes me sick - he said biting into his sandwich.

- I don't care about your sandwich - he said, pouring himself a cup of coffee and sitting down at the table.

- You would focus on your work, not on some girl out there - he said with his mouth full.

- What do you know! You have, a wife and three children. You don't have to worry about your social life anymore.

- You're right, I don't have to. I have it good, hot lunches, sandwiches for work, coffee in a thermos when I go to work in the field. I'm seriously not complaining. Only the kids could be quieter sometimes. Then it would be perfect - he laughed - Do you miss sex, man? Somehow you're so nervous.

- Of course I miss it. Self-pleasure in the shower is not the same as with a woman.

- And any one-time actions? You've had a few recently, right?

- How do you know? - Colin furrowed his eyebrows.

- This town is very small, and the police station is even smaller. What was her name? That last girl, Lana? - He laughed out loud.

- This is already too much, I do not like that you have such information about me - he got up from the table and put the cup in the dishwasher.

- Well, you know, I'm not the only one who knows this. Still the guys from ...

- Stop, I don't give a shit what anyone says about me. Focus better on your work, not on gossip. That sounds like jealousy - he showed him his tongue and went to his office.

Kevin stared for a moment at the door with which Colin had just disappeared. He shrugged his shoulders and went back to eating his sandwich.

Colin rushed into the office and sat down at his desk. He booted up the computer and the archives.

"Search: Hotel Cortez"

- Maybe there is an unresolved case - he said to himself.

He scrolled through the documentation and came across two unfinished cases.

"Missing tourists from Colorado. Not found."

"Young couple from Texas. Not found.”

He quickly ran out of his office and ran to Mare.

Without knocking, he entered her office.

- Mare, Mare! I need a search warrant for the Hotel Cortez, right now! - he leaned against her desk and smiled broadly.

Mare looked at him silently, crooking with displeasure.

- This is why such an invention as the door was created. To give people at least some privacy and silence. Start knocking, Zabel. You're starting to annoy me more and more - she returned to her reading.

- Mare, I'm sorry, but I'm so excited that I completely forgot to knock. I'm sorry - he sat down - Mare please, I need it, it's urgent.

- Hotel Cortez? After all, we gave up on these things a long time ago. If I remember correctly, there were two.

- Yes, exactly two. A female tourist and a married couple. Both cases involve disappearances. I have read that the basement and catering facilities were left out during the search. Why?

- That was four years ago. You were not here then. These rooms were left out because there was some big party in the hotel. There was a lot going on in the kitchen. We didn't want to make a fuss.

- And the basement? - He asked curiously.

- There was a renovation there and a lot of dust. We gave up and said that we would return to the subject when it was quieter in the hotel.

- But you didn't come back.

- Exactly. And what about this, Mr. Detective?

- I want to search the basement of the hotel - he said excitedly.

- Alone?

Colin looked at Mare for a moment, thinking.

- Okay, you come to me with such enthusiasm, you almost tear my door out of the frames, and now you don't know what you really want? You can go crazy with you! - she rolled her eyes - don't you have anything to say? Just come out and let me work - she pointed to the door - there is a door there and please close it gently.

- Oh no, Mare! I really know what I want. Don't make me leave because I'm silent for a few seconds - he said exasperatedly.

- That was one second too long - she sighed.

- Okay! Yes, I want to go alone. I'll take the gun, I don't know why but I'll take it. Just to feel safe. Can you get me that search warrant? Please - he smiled as broadly as he could.

Mare stared at him. She shook her head in displeasure and dialed the number.

- Good morning, boss, I want to ask permission to write a search warrant for the Hotel Cortez, again. Yes, exactly the two uncompleted cases. Of course. Zabel, he wants to go alone - Mare covered the phone and turned to Colin - When do you want to go?

- Today, if it’s possible.

- He says he wants to go today. Yes sir, I will have the relevant documents prepared. Thank you, boss.

- And? - Asked Colin nervously spinning in his chair.

- Yes, you have the approval. At 11:00 come to me for both warrants.

- I need as many as two warrants? - He raised his eyebrows in surprise.

- Of course! Is this the first time you work in the police? You need a separate warrant for each case. There are two, which means two warrants. Get out of here. I have a lot of work - she pointed to the door again.

- Okay, see you later. Thanks.

Colin walked contentedly down the corridor, smiling from ear to ear. In his head he was already laying out a plan of action. What he would say, how he would act. He just hoped that the hotel owner would react and respond the way he would like. That is, he would cooperate with him.

- Dude, there's really something wrong with you. I think you need a vacation - Kevin snapped him out of his reverie.

- And you need a diet and a gym - Colin rebuked him.

- Not true! My wife says I look sexy!

- Maybe he needs glasses - he added, entering his office. And he was already about to close the door....

- I'm about to punch you in that beautiful face, Zabel!

Colin leaned out into the corridor.

- I don't advise it, I don't want you to cry, or worse, lose your job - he laughed and closed the door.

He expected Kevin to burst into his office and say something else, but that didn't happen. He laughed under his breath and set about putting together an action plan for the day.

He couldn't wait to see the woman who had been in his head all along again. It had been two months since their last meeting. Two months too long. Of course, he remembers that she asked him not to speak to her again... It's not that easy. He became very attached to her. He felt comfortable in her company. He missed it. He didn't get his hopes up that it would be more than a brief conversation. He just wanted to see her and make sure she was okay. Let's hope he wouldn’t regret it.

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It was approaching 11:00 a.m. He picked up his things and documents. He went to the bathroom, fixed his hair and smiled at his reflection in the mirror.

- You can do it, you're the best! - he sighed loudly.

He took his coat and briefcase with documents. He locked his office and went to Mare to get the warrants. This time he knocked on her door.

- May I? - He opened the door.

- Yes, it's nice of you to ask. Maybe there will still be something from you. Here are your documents. Take care and if something happens call - she smiled.

- I hope it won't be necessary. But thanks. See you tomorrow, Mare - he put the documents in his briefcase and left.

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He arrived at the hotel quickly, parked in the nearest parking lot and headed for the hotel. He nervously swallowed his saliva and fixed his hair. He felt himself getting hot. He stopped in front of the entrance wondering if he was doing the right thing. Finally, he entered the hotel. With a slow step, he headed toward the reception desk. He looked around the hall. There was no one in the lobby. He looked nervously behind him, it seemed to him that someone was watching him. He approached the reception desk. There was no one here either. He rang the bell a few times. He heard a noise and some conversation in the next room. A woman looked out and smiled broadly at him.

- Good morning, how can I help you? Do you have a reservation? - she said looking at the stranger, although she thought she had seen him before.

- Good morning. I don't have a reservation. I came here about the disappearance of four people.

- Ah, you are from the police.

- Yes, Detective Colin Zabel. I have a warrant to search the hotel again - he reached into his briefcase and pulled out the relevant documents. He placed them in front of her.

- I understand, however, I am not so competent to give you any information. Please wait, I will contact the owner of the hotel. He will give you answers to all your questions. I'll be right back - she returned to the room she had left earlier.

Colin looked around the lobby again. The first time he'd been here, he hadn't had a chance to explore. The hotel would be lavishly decorated, with lots of gold and large crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. The owner had taken care of the smallest detail.

He sat down on the couch and breathed deeply. Suddenly he jumped up, frightened.

- Good morning, Mr. Detective… Zabel. If I'm not mistaken - a man dressed in a smart suit was standing in front of him. He was smoking a cigarette and looked at him with superiority.

- Good morning - he got up from the couch and held out his hand toward him to greet him - Colin Zabel, detective.

- I understand - he looked at his hand, but did not shake it, only smiled artificially - James Patrick March, I am the owner of this hotel. How can I help you, Mr. Detective - he inhaled his cigarette and blew the smoke in Colin's direction.

- Hmm... - he moved away from James and looked at him angrily - I came to resume the case of four missing persons. Who are believed to have disappeared on the grounds of your hotel. I have warrants to search again - he handed him the documents.

James looked at the warrants, then again at Colin and again at the warrants. He inhaled heavily on his cigarette and let out the smoke loudly. Then he inhaled again and let the smoke out through his nose. He shook his head with disapproval. He returned his eyes to his interlocutor.

- Yes... yes... it's really interesting - he handed the documents back to Colin - very interesting. Just curious about one thing, namely. What is the real reason for your arrival at my hotel? I know perfectly well who you are, Mr. Colin - he smiled mockingly.

- I don't know you and I see you for the first time with my eyes. The only information I have about you is that you are the owner of this beautiful hotel.

- Truly fascinating. But it seems to me that you know a lot more. Since you are so secretive, I will tell you who you are. You are the would-be lover of the lady of my heart. My bird in a golden cage. Please don't think I'm stupid. I saw through you right away - he stabbed him in the chest with his finger - I do not agree with the nonsense you come here with. And, of course, I know that this is just an excuse to meet Roberta, by chance - he inhaled his cigarette again - please leave the premises of my hotel. You know perfectly well where the exit is.

- Unfortunately, you cannot refuse. If there is a warrant, you cannot object. Please allow me to carry out these activities. Otherwise, the FBI will step in and the hotel will be closed for the search. And I do not guarantee that it will be open again. Your choice - Colin clenched his hands nervously on the briefcase. He was starting to get hot. He stated that he would still say something - I would also like to confirm your words regarding Roberta. Yes, I was hoping to meet her and ask her how she is, if it's not a problem - he swallowed his saliva loudly.

- This is not quite what I wanted to hear, but I will go back to the first part of your statement and summarize. You are threatening me, Mr. Zabel. I don't like it because I am not being threatened. You should have known that before you crossed the threshold of this building. Please leave this hotel.

- No.

- No… no... Well, we'll talk differently - He grabbed Colin by the sleeve of his coat and pulled him toward the room near the reception desk, locked the door behind them - Lizzie, watch that stupid boy. The poor guy doesn't know who he's messing with.

Colin looked confused, not knowing what was going on. He looked at Lizzie. He wanted to look at James again, but the latter had disappeared somewhere.

- What's going on?

- I think you have a problem, the boss doesn't like it when someone contradicts him. But I won't say anything more.

- I don't understand why I was locked up here.

Lizzie sat down on a chair and took a book in her hand.

Colin looked around the room. There were lots of bookshelves, a few cabinets and a glass display case with the keys to the hotel rooms. There was also a second door. He walked over to it and grabbed the handle.

- I don't advise it and they are closed anyway. Besides, there isn't even anything that interesting there - Lizzie said without lifting her eyes from the book.

- Let me out of here, please. I'll leave the hotel and never come back again - he said in a pleading tone.

- I have no say in the matter.

Suddenly the door to the reception side opened.

- Follow me, Mr. March invites you upstairs - a maid entered the room.

- I'm not going anywhere. Please let me out of this building! - shouted Colin.

- I don't think so. Please follow me - she moved so that he could pass - if you cooperate, Mr. March will not harm you.

- Harm?!

- Oh, please forgive me, sometimes I don't think before I say something - she laughed nervously.

- I'm not going anywhere - he stopped at the reception desk.

- Mr. March asked me to tell you that Mrs. Roberta is waiting upstairs.

- I don't know if I can believe that - he furrowed his eyebrows.

- Oh, Mr. March never lies. Please follow me.

Colin said no more. He moved behind the unknown woman. They entered the elevator and went to the 5th floor. The woman smiled warmly at him, he did not reciprocate it. The elevator stopped and they stepped out into the corridor. They stopped in front of a door that said:

"SERVICE ROOM"

- Feel free to come inside - she smiled warmly at him again.

He turned his head in her direction, but she was gone. He was alone. He pressed the door handle and went inside. The room was dark. The door closed behind him with a quiet click. He tried to fumble for the button to turn on the light on the wall. Suddenly he felt a sharp headache and almost fell. He was hit on the head with a blunt instrument.

- What's going on! Who is here?! - he shouted still trying to find the light switch. Under his fingers he felt the handle. He pressed on it. The door was closed.

Again he felt the impact, this time he lost consciousness and fell inertly to the ground.

He woke up with a sharp headache. He was all achy. He opened his eyes, the light was on. He looked around the room. There were racks of clean linens and towels. There was a chute in the wall for dirty laundry. He tried to get up from the chair, but was tied. His hands were tied behind his back and his legs to the legs of the chair. He looked at the floor and saw a blood stain. He didn't know if it belonged to him. He licked his lips and felt the taste of blood on his tongue. He had dried blood under his nose.

- Hello, is anyone there! Hello! Someone free me! - he tried to cry out for help, but to no avail. He sighed loudly and closed his eyes.

- I think your screams will be of no use. No one will hear you. These walls are soundproof - James approached the wall and stroked it proudly - ah, my greatest creation.

- Let me out - said Colin in a calm voice.

- I don't know if this is a good idea - James walked up to him and forced Colin to look at him - be cultured and look at me when I'm talking to you - he waved the hammer in front of his nose - I really liked this tool, it's really effective.

- What do you want to do with me?

- I wanted to play, just like you played with the lady of my heart. Did you have fun?

- I only kissed her. Nothing more happened - he answered again in a calm voice. He knew there was no point in shouting.

- You just kissed her... just kissed her... just! Or maybe, not just! - hit him in the face with the fist. His head sprang back and he felt blood pouring from his nose again. He also felt blood in his mouth. He hung his head trying to control the pain. He watched his blood drip onto the floor.

- Why are you doing this to me? Is it all because I didn't want to leave your hotel? - He spat out the blood. The puddle was getting bigger and bigger.

- You messed with the wrong man my boy. Didn't Roberta ask you the previous time not to come here again? Are you stupid? Don't you understand what is being said to you? - James punched him in the face again. Colin spat blood on the floor in silence.

- Why don't you try to fight? Have you given up? - James laughed out loud - silence is your greatest weapon? - he walked closer to Colin and unbuttoned his coat, looking into his pockets - wallet, police badge, pen, some papers... just junk... - he unbuttoned his coat more - oh please what we have here - he was pleased to see a gun under his arm. He unbuckled the gun and pulled it out - a beautiful toy - he looked at the gun from all sides and weighed it in his hand - perfectly balanced. Your private toy?

- Yes, private - he spat out blood again.

- I like it - he opened the magazine and began to enumerate - one in the right foot, the second in the left foot, the third in the thigh, straight in the artery, the fourth... hmm... let me think - he scratched his chin in thought - let it be in your dick, although you will never need it again anyway, but it's better not to risk it. Well the last one... right on the forehead - he laughed out loud - I will be kind and not let you suffer for a long time. Appreciate my kindness - he approached Colin and stroked his head - well then where was it? - he pointed the gun at his right foot.

Colin closed his eyes waiting for the pain.

- Mr. March? Should I clean up already? - The maid entered the room carrying a bucket of water and a cloth.

- Mrs. Evers! What am I telling you all the time! I will inform you when something needs to be cleaned! Please get out of here! - he shouted at her pointing a gun at her.

- Ah Mr. March, I would give my life for you again!

- Please get out of here! Immediately!

- Excuse me - she walked out.

- What do you mean "again"? - puzzled Colin.

- Silence!

- This is interesting.

- Boy, you're digging yourself a grave - James pointed the gun at the towel rack and fired. A loud bang sounded and several towels and pieces of wood fell to the ground - I wasted one precious bullet - he rolled his eyes.

- Maybe somehow we can get along? - Colin tried to save his situation.

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Roberta heard a knock on the door to her room.

- Please come in - she said putting down her book - Lizzie, welcome!

- Honey, you won't believe it! - Lizzie quickly ran up to her.

- What's going on? - Roberta noticed the terror in her eyes.

- Colin!

- What Colin?

- What do you mean what Colin?! Roberta! - grabbed her hands and forced her to get up from the couch.

- Oh God! What is he doing here?! Where is he?! - she started pacing nervously around the room.

- He is with James.

- With James?! Oh God! Where is he?! Speak up! - grabbed Lizzie by the shoulders and shook her.

- They are on the fifth floor in the bedding warehouse. I don't know if Colin is still alive. I was at the door and eavesdropped. I heard the sound of a gunshot - Lizzie covered her face with her hands.

Roberta fell to her knees and burst into tears. Lizzie came up from her and tried to help her get up. Her legs refused to obey.

- Roberta! Get up, we have to go and save him! Maybe it's not too late! Maybe he's alive! - she grabbed her hand. They ran out of the suite and headed for the elevator.

- Faster, faster! - cried Roberta.

- It's here! - They entered the elevator - Fifth floor!

- I'm about to pass out, I'm weak! Lizzie... - Roberta leaned against the glass wall of the elevator and hugged her cheek to the cold mirror.

- Breathe, breathe...

The elevator stopped on the fifth floor. This time they walked slowly and quietly. They didn't want to make any noise in case James was still with Colin. They walked up to the door and started listening. The room was quiet.

- I'm going in - said Roberta - I have to see if he's there - she pressed the handle and carefully pushed the door open.

- Be careful - whispered Lizzie.

Roberta went inside and was horrified by what she found. In the middle of the room stood a chair, and on it sat Colin. He was tied up. His head was hanging down and he was unconscious, or maybe dead. There was blood all around him. The floor and his clothes, blood everywhere. There was no one else in the room. She was afraid to approach him, afraid to touch him to see if he was alive. She was terrified. Tears flowed into her eyes again. On shaky legs, she approached Colin slowly. She walked around him, looking at him closely. His chest was moving slightly, he was breathing, still alive. She reached out a hand to touch his shoulder.

- Colin... Colin... dear... - she poked him lightly, he did not respond - what he did to you… I would kill him if I could - her breath hitched - Colin, I beg you to wake up - she knelt down in front of him. She grabbed his cheeks and lifted his head. His whole face was battered and bruised. He was covered in blood - oh God, Colin - she wept loudly.

Colin felt and heard that someone was by his side and someone was touching him. But all this was like through a fog. He felt weak, did not have the strength to move or even open his eyes. The touch he felt was different from before, he did not feel pain. This touch expressed concern, it was gentle. He felt tears flowing into his eyes. He felt his body trembling, as if to let him know to gather his strength and let him know he was alive, to open his eyes, to lift his head and look at the person in front of him.

He slightly lifted his eyelids and noticed hands resting on his thighs, he knew those hands. He closed his eyes again and raised his head. He opened his eyes and saw....

- Are you an angel? Did I die? - he said in a whisper.

- No - she laughed - it's me, Roberta. You're still alive - she started crying again.

- Roberta... that is, an angel after all - this was the sight he had waited so long for.

- Colin ... what he did to you ... - she stroked his cheek.

- Can you untie me? Please... - he smiled slightly.

- Ah, yes, I forgot. Wait - she went towards the door - Lizze, help me, quickly! He is alive!

- Holy God! - the only thing she was able to say. She stood shocked.

- Move! Soak some towels in warm water - Roberta grabbed a knife and started cutting the ropes.

- I’ve got them - she approached them with a towel.

- Start wiping his face, just gently - Roberta was still trying to cut the ropes.

Colin slowly stretched his hands in front of him and rested them on his thighs. They were purple and he had practically no feeling in them. He tried to straighten up in the chair, but he was too sore. He felt that his legs were also freed.

Roberta grabbed a wet towel and began to wipe his face. He closed his eyes and drew in the air loudly. It hurt, but not that much.

- I'm sorry, I know it hurts you. I try to do it gently - said Roberta.

- I'll be fine.

- I know - she felt herself wanting to cry again - it will be fine, I promise.

Colin opened his eyes and stared at her, following her every move. Her makeup was smudged from crying, but she still looked beautiful.

- I missed you - he whispered.

- You'd better keep quiet - she laughed.

- I know... I shouldn't have come here... - he sighed - but I had to.

- What you did... that was the stupidest idea you could have come up with - she stepped away from him for a moment to wet another towel. He didn't take his eyes off her.

- I know that too... but it was worth it. I can see you again - he smiled weakly.

- You are really stupid - sighed Roberta returning to washing his face.

- It's a fact, but when someone is in love, he can do anything. Regardless of whether he can survive it or not - he touched her thigh and gently stroked it.

Roberta did not respond to his words. Tears were dripping down her cheeks, she was unable to stop them.

- Come on - she gave him a hand - stand up... slowly.

Colin got up slowly, but felt he was about to fall. His body was not cooperating with him. He leaned on Roberta to keep from falling.

- Let's go, you need to lie down - they started walking slowly to the exit - Lizzie, don't stand there, help me. He is heavy.

- I've lost weight recently, I don't have time to eat properly - he laughed.

- You look very good - said Lizzie.

- Thank you.

They went into the nearest room by the bedding storage. They laid Colin down on the bed. He closed his eyes relishing the softness of the bed.

- You can go now, I'll take care of him - Roberta said to Lizzie.

- If you need anything, call me, I'll be where I usually am.

- Thanks.

She walked over to Colin and looked at his bruised face. He had a cut on his eyebrow arch, cheek and mouth in several places. He still looked very good.

- Don't you know it's not nice to stare like that? - he laughed.

- I guess I don't know.

- That's what you know now, but I'm letting you stare.

- We have to undress you. You're all dirty - she sat on the edge of the bed and leaned over him. She loosened his tie and took it off over his head. She began to undo the buttons of his shirt. With her fingertips she lightly touched his warm skin.

- That's nice - he said, not taking his eyes off her - look at me - he grabbed her gently by the chin and lifted her head - why do you hurt to look at me?

- I'm remorseful... all of this... James... it's all my fault. I'm sorry - a single tear dripped down Colin's bare torso - he could have killed you.

- It's not your fault. He messed me up pretty good, but I'm alive. I don't know why he left and didn't kill me.

- What do you mean he left? - Roberta got curious.

- He just walked out without saying a word and left me. I don't remember much. When he left I was already on the verge of losing consciousness. The only thing I remember is that he took my gun with him.

- Another one for the collection... - she whispered.

- Excuse me?

- Nothing. I'll take off your pants now - she began to undo his belt.

- Do you have something for me to change into? Or are you leaving me like this?

- I'll find something. You should take a nap.

- I don't want to. I've already lost too much time - he grabbed her hand when she wanted to leave - stay with me - he pulled her to him.

- Colin... I can't! - she squealed.

Colin pulled her on top of him and hugged her tightly.

- I missed - he closed his eyes and inhaled her scent.

Roberta raised her head and looked at him.

- And do you know what I missed?

- I don't know.

- This - she kissed him gently on the lips - it hurts?

- A little, but I can bear it - he pulled her to him and kissed her.

Roberta entwined her hands in his hair. He hugged her tightly, as if he was afraid she would escape him.

- What about... - he interrupted the kiss - you know....

- James?

- Yes.

- He's not 100% faithful to me either - she kissed him again, this time more greedily, but still gently. She felt a slight taste of blood.

Colin turned them around and was now over her. He leaned on his hands on either side of her head.

- You are so beautiful - he returned to the kiss.

He started kissing her jaw and went down to her neck, collarbone....

- May I? - He asked while grabbing the strap from her bra.

- I think you feel better already - she laughed.

- Yes, that's right - he slipped off her bra strap and kissed her body as if he was hungry.

He felt no pain. Her presence acted on him like painkillers. He felt he was alive again. But he knew that he would not be happy all the time. This joy was only for a while. He wanted to get as much as he could.

He slipped off her bra and looked at her breasts.

- Wow - he parted his lips in delight - beautiful.

He leaned over and took her nipple into his mouth. He sucked it and gently kissed it. Roberta's back arched and she sighed loudly. She grabbed his hair.

He continued the sweet torture with his mouth, and his hands wandered under her dress. He stroked her thighs heading higher and higher. He touched her panties with his fingers.

- God, you are so wet. After all, I haven't done anything yet, wow.

- Shut up and continue! - She pulled him by his hair upwards and kissed him on the lips again.

With his fingers, he pushed aside her wet panties and slipped them between her wet, swollen lips. He spread her sweet juices and massaged her pleasure button.

- Colin! Ah... I want more! - she bit him on his lips.

- Ough! That hurts! - He kissed her hard and slipped one finger inside her.

- Colin! - she moaned loudly.

He slid into her again and again feeling her tremble at his every move. How she tightened her grip on his finger.

- Enough - she whispered in his ear - I want you inside me - she bit his ear.

- Now? - He slid his other finger inside her.

- Yes!

Without pulling his fingers out of her, he slipped his boxers off with his other hand and pushed her dress higher.

He spread her thighs apart and removed his fingers from her. Roberta moaned. She felt an emptiness, she wanted to feel full again.

- Fuck me! Colin! - She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer to her.

- As you wish.

He began rubbing against her hot entrance and unexpectedly slid inside her. Piece by piece, allowing her to get used to his length. They both parted their lips and stared at each other with wide-open eyes.

- Oh fuck, you're amazing! - they said simultaneously.

Roberta grabbed him and pulled him into a kiss.

Colin began to move. Slowly at first, he felt he didn't have as much energy as he wanted. But after a while, he felt his energy returning with every movement of his hips. He delved deep into her. He felt warmth and a pleasant wetness. His dick was in paradise. He could feel Roberta clamping down on him, could feel her trembling beneath him. He felt that she was getting closer and closer to fulfillment. He also felt wonderful. They kissed greedily without being able to take their hands off each other. Roberta hugged him tightly to her.

- I can't stand it any longer! Colin! - she was all trembling.

- Let's do it together!

They both screamed into each other's mouths reaching their fulfillment. Colin sank down on top of her breathing heavily.

Roberta laughed.

- Why are you laughing? - Colin raised his head and looked into her eyes.

- It was amazing. I think it was from happiness.

He smiled broadly at her.

- Well, well, well... what I see here. Fascinating.

Roberta and Colin sat frightened on the bed and looked around the room. Twilight reigned and not much could be seen.

- James? - whispered Roberta.

- Yes, it's me! You guessed it! Surprise! - James came out of the darkness and stood by the bed. He took out a cigarette case from the inside pocket of his jacket and took out one cigarette. He put it in his mouth and fired it up. He let the smoke out in their direction - are you having fun lovebirds? Without me? Not nice - he shook his head with displeasure.

- Were you here all the time? - Roberta corrected her dress.

- Yes, you guessed again! - he sat down on the edge of the bed - you made beautiful sounds my dearest. This is music to my ears. It must have been very pleasant for you - he inhaled his cigarette - right?

Roberta looked at him in horror and remained silent.

- Would you be so kind and answer my question? That's what culture dictates. Well, there you go, I'm waiting.

Roberta looked at Colin, who tried to cover himself with the quilt, but they were lying on top of it, so had a problem with that.

- Well, I'm waiting - he smiled.

- Yes, it was very pleasant for me.

- Oh, that's great. Just know that this was the last time - he pulled a gun from his pocket and pointed it at Colin.

- What are you doing?! James! You're cheating on me too! Put it away, immediately! - she shouted.

- Don't be ridiculous - he got up from the bed and walked around it coming closer to Colin.

- Boy, oh what were you in for. A moment's pleasure worth dying for? I left you in the storeroom hoping that Mrs. Evers would shove you unconscious into the chute with the dirty sheets and clean up the mess as usual. Of course, it wasn't me who made this all mess, it was you. It was your blood that soiled the floor and the walls - he unholstered the gun with a quiet click - you have no idea how happy she will be to have a little another bedding to wash. I guess it's a hobby for her - he pointed the gun at him and shot him in the arm - perfection!

Colin grabbed his arm and slumped on the bed, screaming and squirming in pain.

- Colin! Oh God! Colin! - she clenched her hand at the site of the gunshot to dam the blood.

- A beautiful sight! I hope I hit the best spot. I love the colour red! - he laughed out loud - have fun! - He threw the gun on the bed, turned around and left the room.

- Fuck, fuck, fuck! What the hell! You said it would be fine! He is mentally ill! Why are you with him?! - Colin said incessantly - It hurts! I can't stand it! Call the emergency room!

- Calm down, calm down, breathe - she tried to calm him down.

- I'm supposed to be calm?! Fuck!

Roberta ran to the phone and I called the front desk.

- Lizzie! Quickly call an ambulance! James has shot Colin! Quickly! - she threw the receiver and ran to the clothes lying on the floor. She pulled the belt out of his pants.

- I'm about to pass out - he said quietly - Roberta....

- Take it easy now, don't fall asleep, look at me - she grabbed his arm and wrapped it with the belt, tightening it tightly - I hope this will help stop the blood... I really hope so - she kissed him on the forehead - Colin stay with me, the ambulance will come soon and they will help you. I promise - she cried.

To be continued…

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[neonwaste-bah]

Can I request a headmate based off of misha from honkai star rail?

Since I didn't know if you wanted a fictive of Misha or just a headmate based on him in terms of personality/appearance/etc, I did both !

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❝╰ Name(s) ⊹ : Misha - (nicknames) Mia, Bell

╮✧ Gender(s) ⊹ : rosboy, clockgender, pastelbluegender, astronomique, astralgender, dawnian

⊹╰ Pronouns ⊹ : he/him (preferred), they/them, clock/clockself, time/timeself, watch/watchself, plan/planself, gal/galaxself, zhe/zer, bell/bellself, chro/chronoself

╮ ᶻz Sexuality ⊹ : n/a

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❝╰ Age ⊹ : 13

╮ ✧ Role(s) ⊹ : Dear, Destressor, Innkeeper

⊹╰ Likes ⊹ : Clocks and working on them, the ticking of clocks, tinkering with things, fixing stuff, stars, astronomy and galaxies, hearing people's intergalactic tales, helping people, talking to people, fantasizing and daydreaming, french toast, cloudy days

╮ ᶻz Dislikes ⊹ : Giving up, being ignored

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❝╰ Personality ⊹ : Misha is a lovable and kind-hearted boy with a fascination with clocks and interstellar travel. Not particularly introverted or extraverted, he values both his time alone and his time with other people equally. He always tries his hardest at whatever he does, and is always willing to give a helping hand to anyone in need. He often dreams of traveling the universe.

╮ ✧ How they type ⊹ : "Ah , hello , there! Is there anything you need?" / "That's. . . not what I meant." / "Listening to the ticking of a clock helps calm me down sometimes. I just think it's peaceful." / ". . .A-- A what?" / "Maybe-- I think it could help!" / "The gears are turning , the hands are ticking , everything's in order!"

⊹╰ Other Info ⊹ :

╮ ᶻz Face Claim(s) ⊹ :

Misha - Honkai Star Rail - Official Splash Art

❝╰ Source(s) ⊹ : Honkai Star Rail (HSR)

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❝╰ Name(s) ⊹ : Thyme, Khavan (from the mineral Cavansite), Gear, Layke/Lake

╮✧ Gender(s) ⊹ : cottongender, demiboy, epistia

⊹╰ Pronouns ⊹ : co/coself (preferred), he/him (secondary preferred), steam/steamself, geo/geodeself, click/clickself, ey/em, one/oneself, it/itself, wi/wingself

╮ ᶻz Sexuality ⊹ : asexual, biromantic

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❝╰ Age ⊹ : 16

╮ ✧ Role(s) ⊹ : Destressor, Caretaker

⊹╰ Likes ⊹ : Gemstones, geology, sweets and desserts, reading, rain, astrology, astronomy, writing, drawing, journaling, libraries, botany, autumn, winter, hot chocolate, city pop, (some) classical music, birds, soft things

╮ ᶻz Dislikes ⊹ : Small spaces, summer, loud sudden noises, coffee, dark chocolate, spiders

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❝╰ Personality ⊹ : A kind, quiet yet down-to-earth person. Introverted, but becomes more outgoing when discussing things co likes. Pure-hearted and thoughtful, co always takes others into account when doing or saying things, sometimes to the point of overthinking it. Holds cos values close to cos heart, along with an unwavering sense of loyalty to those he cares about.

╮ ✧ How they type ⊹ : "what's your favorite gemstone? mine is tourmaline." / "really? well, the more you know, i suppose!" / "technically it'd be correct, however…" / "i'm not sure that Wikipedia is the best source of information for something like that."

⊹╰ Other Info ⊹ : Has a particular interest in geology and birdwatching. Wants to own a pet bird someday.

╮ ᶻz Face Claim(s) ⊹ :

(link to picrew)

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i don't know Star Rail all too well, but hopefully i did a good enough job ! ^^

have a great day !

[thatneoncrisis]

20 questions for 20 writers!

tagged by @waitineedaname thxx

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

21 works, i feel like thats a healthy number

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

i have 439,385 words, a very large chunk of that is from We Have Always Lived in the Apartment

3. What fandoms do you write for?

right now its the locked tomb, used to be homestuck, i have some crossovers with the magnus archives and one with john dies at the end

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

We Have Always Lived in the Apartment -- TLT horror mystery modern au

Insert Jesus Allegory Here -- solkat focused continuation of karkats pesterquest route, i NEED my new fics to get more popular than this oh my god

Gehenna the First -- TLT houseswap au with harrow as god

the gap between a tragedy and comedy (in this life its just you and me) -- TLT coffee shop au.

What's Eating Gideon Nav?  -- TLT catholic boarding school horror au

5. Do you respond to comments?

not typically, theres some weird thing with my head where i kind of hate that it counts my comments in the total comment amount. i cant explain it i just dont like how it looks, plus just repeating variations of "thank you!!" feels hollow after a while. im more likely to answer direct questions about the story rather than general commentary i do love talking about my thought process and intentions

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

ok so i cant actually tell you this because none of those fics are Done yet but all you need to know is that i consider all of my TLT fics tragedies to some extent. take that as you will. i dont even Like the word angst really it portends a level of melodrama id like to avoid

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I'd say its a dead tie between A Brief Lesson In The Occult and Shit. Let’s Build A Fort. i can barely look at these anymore and if you read them and feel compelled to tell me you like them: dont. i can do better now

8. Do you get hate on fics?

never to my knowledge has anyone ever publicly disliked one of my fics. in fact sometimes i dream about someone posting it in their discord group chat and making fun of it because im so curious about what theyd say

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

yes i have. i do it almost exclusively as satire or character analysis as i find like, the physicality of sex to be inherently kind of goofy. liek the second you have to describe a dick or boobs with words the magic is gone it just becomes weird silly looking flesh. so i like focusing on weird and bad sex, unsatisfying or clumsy sex. sex that changes you in no significant way

10. Do you write crossovers?

yes i have. A Brief Disappearance and Statement of David Wong are both TMA/JDATE crossovers and i DID write a homestuck/TMA crossover but its not on my ao3 i guess? odd

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

no? does that happen?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

i think once someone asked but i have no clue if it happened

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

@notedchampagne is my co producer in all things forever but ive basically written everything myself and they help polish it up

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

shiiiiiiite uh. jade/davepeta still means a lot to me. i think there are a lot of really engaging ships in TLT but i always kind of default to griddlehark i just kind of understand them the best

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

eventually SAM and i would like to circle back to our fanventure Therapystuck but we both got really busy with school, work and a general lull in the HS fandom. also maybe someday ill go back to Insert Jesus Allegory Here i liked the direction of the story i just have to get myself back in that headspace. being into homestuck Does something to you, like psychologically

16. What are your writing strengths?

after asking some friends theyve told me im good at tone, prose, funny metaphors, and dialogue but a caveat for the last thing as "I have yet to see how your Own guys talk and how you'd handle distinct voices from scratch so I'm only giving you about 80%"

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

i hate like. writing Around the important bits of a scene. i love the physicality of characters and what it reveals about them, along with pieces of the scene the narration deems important or interesting enough to mention to the audience. but im always worried im jsut fucking yapping. also i hate like, political scenes theres a rhythm to them that i dont quite understand. people sitting around using specific language that Feels important in a way that doesnt make it clear im bullshitting like 99% of what theyre talking about

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

AHAH. GOD. i actually looked this up the other day because theres an original story i want to write where i want to make it clear theyre basically speaking french the whole time, even though its written in english. i only speak english (i took some french in hs, its left me though i want to pick it up again) so i wouldnt know anything about how it reads to polyglots but i guess theres really only so much you can do outside of literally learning a new language just to write a story for free. ive seen a whole host of tips so i gues sit just matters how you employ them

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Homestuck. my only regret is that i wasnt a better writer

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

FUCK christ uuuuh. favorite right Now would be The Apartment but EVENTUALLY id like it to be Gehenna the First because its the hardest to write and i need it to pay off. if you havent read it uhhh. hi. hello. you should do that. i think its really cool and fun and junk

CHRIST who to tag i dont follow big writers uuuh @tranquilitybasehotelcasino and @accidentallyadorable sure have fun

[annefolklore]

Suhyeok x reader Headcanons

Warning: nsfw content at some point

HE IS OBSESSED WITH YOU

He would literally do anything for you

He IS literally the definition of charisma and he knows it damn well

His love language is physical touch

I just know that guy is rich, I mean look at him!

He smells REALLY good

He has a really good hygiene, especially with his feet. People just like teasing him about never wearing socs and saying that his feet smells, but it’s not true and everyone knows it.

He hates when someone reminds him of the shitty things he did in the past

he often makes you blush on purpose

He has a workout routine and has a workout kit at home

He knows how to play basketball and American football, but definitely prefers the first one. He just loves sports in general, from artistic sports to contact sports he must try them all!

I think he likes cheerleaders. Base? Flyer? Backspot? Frontspot? Competitive? Sideline? All girl? COED? He doesn’t care, as long as he sees you in that uniform doing that sport. If not, he likes them shy, nerdy, quiet you know?

He absolutely HATES coffee. Its smell, taste, even the coffee beans. No matter how much milk or sugar you pour in it, you’ll never catch him drinking that. Just seeing caffeine disgust him.

Suhyeok loves caramel! He always has some pieces in his pockets and he try to share with you, but you always decline. There’s something in his eyes that says “I hope you say no, so there’s more for me” and it just warm your heart when you see him smile as he opens the wrapper and stuffs the sweet into his mouth.

He is very romantic, so be prepared

He has a dog, a Siberian husky, because it’s an athletic race. He really loves his dog, like when he goes on a walk with it, he often ends up in a pet store buying clothes, accessories, toys, food or just supplies in general for the dog. He referred to it as his child.

He sleeps on his back with an arm over his head, while the other is on your back, massaging it. He really likes cuddling.

He has an habit of always running his hand through his hair, but somehow it doesn’t mess them up.

He is an ass guy

His favorite positions are leap frog because he gets a great view of your butt, cowgirls ( both reverse and facing him) and 69. Giving you head while you’re on top if him getting him off sloppy and slow is sooo hot to him.

Hair pulling kink

If you like being choked, he would hesitate at first, but after a lot of insisting, he did it. Now, you don’t even have to request it, because he does it on his own. Like, y’all could be in a missionary position and he just wraps your neck with his fingers and choke you(not to death obviously). It drives him crazy to see you roll your eyes and smile when he does that. You managed to make him have a new kink and maybe he could let you do it to him someday.

HE LOVES ORAL, he thinks it’s really important during intercourse. If you don’t like giving head tho, it’s not a problem, he loves giving it to you.

“I really need a snack” he said one time in class during a team work with you, his eyes full of lust. You will always remember that recess afterwards…

He just loves giving you pleasure in general

He is SO bad in arts and he attempts to draw most of the time only to see and hear you laugh

Y’all went to a private pottery class one time. Let’s just say, that man can be BOLD when he wants to.

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I think I’m getting good at this! What do y’all think?

[from-izzy]

that's him, that's just who he is | tbz lee sangyeon

» ​PAIRING: tbz lee sangyeon x gn! reader (implied afab reader...?)​ » TROPE/AU​: childhood friends 2 strangers » GENRE​: angst!, comfort later (more like a peace of mind after all the angst), little bit of fluff from the flashback » WORD COUNT: 2985 » ESTIMATED READING TIME: ~11 mins » WARNINGS (lmk if i missed anything!): as far as i'm aware, none! navi/masterlist!! 🤍 series introduction 🤍 series masterlist

my first story for my personal healing project!

this story reflects how i personally see sangyeon and i am a bit worried that i made it 'too personal' to the point that you guys won't really understand what's going on 😭😭 but i really hope this isn't the case.

another thing i want to emphasise and add! i'm still not used to writing for gn!reader so please, if you see something that should be changed, tell me straightaway! 😭😭 this is a very important topic and as much as i've proof read it, i am still able to make mistakes!

other than that...let's go!

“I’m home!” 

The house chorused in a series of ‘welcome back’s and variants of ‘omg! I need to tell you something!’. You hug your mum in the kitchen, craning your head forward to her shoulder, observing her working hard on the food that she’s making for the neighbourhood party that is happening across the road from your house in about two hours or so.

You relax in contentment as the smell of your mum’s homemade food fills the whole house and you can’t help but let out a deep sigh to relish the familiarity of it, only being able to get a whiff of the aroma maybe once a week, sometimes unfortunately even less.

“How was work?” Your mum strikes up the conversation when you put your chin on her shoulder, your whole body almost dangling if you could due to the exhaustion, “You look like you’re enjoying it.”

You roll your eyes in response, whining for your sister across the other side of the room, in front of the television to keep it down as you could barely hear the sizzling of the meat on the frying pan, “Well, it’s fine, I guess?” 

“Why? Cause at the very least you can see the love of your life?” Your chin detaches from your mother’s comfort, your spine straightening and you let out a gasp, almost scandalous at the words your mum just said, “Hey! You were the one who told me that all your co-workers were teasing you both for that ring on your finger!”

“True.” 

A radiant smile pulls up on your lips when you remember the way your partner knelt on one knee after casually asking you “Do you want to have little, mini versions of us walking around someday?” You, being slow, just leisurely answered back with a “Duh! Of course!” and before you knew it, the ring on your left fourth finger solidified the promises between you two to make that, and so much more happen.

Leaning onto the cupboard that stretches from the floor to the top of the ceiling, you play with the continuous silver band and the shiny diamond protruding on your ring finger. Already touching and feeling it so many times, you remember its grooves and design happily, reciting the next spaces of the ring in your head easily. The smile pulls up further on your face and you squeal at the thought of you walking down the aisle soon.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Your sister shouts in obvious annoyance, “You told me to be quiet and now you’re the one being loud!”

Ugh, this little demon.

“And what are you doing when mum is obviously working her ass off in the kitchen?” You observe your very very lazy sister’s surroundings: she rests her whole body on her side to watch the blown-up performance stage of one of the many groups that she likes, fully stretching and sprawling on the whole couch, bags of opened processed foods on the glass coffee table within her reach and her phone somewhere in the messy pile, “Geez, do something productive for once in your life.”

“Hey.” She finally sits up, not bothering to pause the big screen as the cheers of the fans could be heard clearly and from the corner of your eyes, you could see the new ‘ending fairy’ trend in the new generation of K-Pop, zooming from one member to the next, “Being happy is being productive.”

And you couldn’t refute that, knowing that she was absolutely right.

“Hey!” Your mum hollers your attention back to the kitchen behind you, the steam of the soup creating a soft and white fluffy barrier between her somewhat mischievous and guilty grin, “Do you mind helping out with the mango dessert? I don’t think I can finish it in time. I slept in and started preparations late.”

“Sure!” You immediately agree, glad to be spending some time with your mum anyway, “I’ll just quickly wash up and change. I’ll be right there!”

The routine isn’t anything special for a regular neighbourhood party: shower, do some quick skincare, put on light makeup, style your hair appropriately, match it with appropriate attire and off you go to the kitchen with an apron to save your clumsy, silly self.

“What do you need me to make?” Your eyes quickly scan the fruits, ice, beverages and decorative flowers.

“Your sister was craving some fruit punches. I only have mango and passionfruit available.” Your mum sets some more ingredients for you to use on the kitchen island before turning away to face the stove once more, “You’re good at making these things.” 

“That’s just an excuse right, mum?” The older woman chuckles, nodding in agreement.

You were about to ask your sister to get an idea of what exactly she wanted but the underaged sibling suddenly squeals and the beginnings of a soft instrumental bounce from the walls of the house before a deep, gentle timbre sings. Your lips twitch when the younger girl turns up the volume at the masked man on the television screen. 

“I should add alcohol to this.” You mutter as you start to work on the drink, focusing intently back on your work.

But along the way…

Is a voice from deep within you telling to to listen carefully to the male singer.

When your hand retrieves the unpeeled mango, you stare at it fondly, turning your hand to observe the little marks and imperfections on the skin. Suddenly, the fruit didn’t seem to just be a fruit. The orange-yellow shading reminds you of a boy from your childhood who had the same hoodie as the colour and you remember how he said he would dye his hair to be the same colour when he could one day when he gets older.

Having some sort of background to hair and colouring as your auntie has a salon herself, you commented that it would need a couple of bleaches and an unhealthy hair condition for him to achieve the vibrant colour. You could hear the surprised and stuttering voice in your head, compromising his choice to have a more pastel, lighter look rather than the look that would totally steal the attention of any crowd. 

Smiling at the really faint memory, you couldn’t help but sigh as you recalled that you no longer had contact with your primary school best friend. You both separated when you entered different high schools and despite promising to still have daily meetups in the neighbourhood park, you immersed yourself in your studies as he immersed himself further with the things he wanted to do. It was somewhat bitter but you both had the feeling it was coming anyway. Ultimately, you were glad that the friendship didn’t fade away because of some dramatic high school, hormonal drama.

“Lee Sangyeon, you’re such a good singer ugh!”

“W-Wait…” Your fingers quickly retract from the fruit peeler, whipping your head to the television at the familiar first name that your sister cheerfully shouted for.

It’s also when you realise that your sister isn’t watching live television but rather a replay of a video;  I mean, it had to be a replay because your sister obviously knew the name of the singer even when he still had his mask on to conceal his identity. 

Unknowingly, your eyes stuck to the screen, the mango slowly rolling out of your grip, your breath hitching as the familiarity of the song starts to take over your whole mind. The first observation you had was that his voice changed drastically. It wasn’t as high pitched and the lower register made your entire system start to relax when your lips unconsciously started moving to the shape of the lyrics to the song.

And there he was.

When the MC announced the name that you knew all too well, every muscle in your body froze except for the ones around your eyes as you couldn’t help but let a tear slip out. The nostalgia hits you and the second observation you had was that his smile never changed. It was still the gentle, wide ones that he always offered you whenever he answered your ridiculous questions or when he would ask you to accompany him to play on the swings instead of the slide. No, he didn’t have that hair colour that he talked about with you around fifteen years ago but his light brown shade showed you that he definitely did use similar hair products to achieve the look. 

But that smile.

That smile told you a lot; one of them being that you were sure that Lee Sangyeon was still a very much reliable, positive person.

Even when he introduced himself to the audience, bowing politely as his hair was all messed up due to him taking off his mask, you could tell that even though he was nervous and most probably sweating buckets, he still beats all the allegations from when you were children saying that he looks cold and unfriendly.

His smile and the way his eyes disappear behind his eyelids make the corner of your lips lift as well; even his eyes still hold a smile similar to his lips. It contrasted heavily with his no evident smile, the vertical lines between his eyebrows and how he only made short bursts of eye contact with the audience when he was singing beforehand. 

“You should just become a singer! Not an astronaut!”

“Should I?” Sangyeon could barely kick the surface of the sand with his legs, adjusting his posture on the swings to make sure that the swinging didn’t make him fall off to the ground and potentially embarrass himself in front of all the other kids, adults and their pets.

“For sure!” You exclaim, excitingly rattling the metal chains that held your weight in the air. You lean forward a little bit to escape the said chains and observe your friend beside you, “You have such a gentle personality and I could see you becoming the best leader ever! I could see you taking control, making sure that everything will go well and just being really reliable. Or you could go solo but honestly, it would be fun to see you dancing on stage.”

“Oh come on!” The little boy grunts in response to your laughing, recalling the way he was forcibly picked out from the crowd to do a little routine. Needless to say, he ran down the stage to sit back down with you, hiding his reddened face behind his arms above his knees, “Was I really that bad?”

“Nah.” You immediately saw the smile from back, “You looked a bit silly though.”

Sangyeon rolls his eyes away, still with a wide grin on his face as he observes the sun setting behind the trees and he takes notice of the way the warmth from the orange light slowly disappears from the top of his head to his forehead and is now down to just his chin.

“Well, I’ll just have to go with the flow, I guess.” You admire the way that Sangyeon looked at life. At such a young age, you always thought that he was mature and would take the cruel obstacles that life threw at him one step at a time, “It’s simpler that way anyways.”

His positivity definitely grew on you healthily and he would occasionally remind you that even though life is crap, it’s okay to feel like the whole world is against you and to cry once in a while. Your friendship with Sangyeon most definitely strengthened your mental health and amidst the hard times in life, you also believed that good things would happen one by one slowly. 

“As they say,” You follow his gaze to the barely visible hemisphere that was once high in the day, “Simple is Sangyeon.”

“But I guess I still want to be greedy and achieve all the things that I want quickly with whatever it is that I’ll pursue.”

The little chuckle that escaped from you made Sangyeon turn his attention back. He then sees the series of nods and your closed smile before hearing your approving hum, “Fair enough, fair enough.”

That was around the end of primary school and was one of the last regular meetups before high school where it became irregular and unsteady. 

You were happy though. You still are.

You’re happy that you met Sangyeon even though life took you to your different, diverse paths. Making friends in high school was a big pain in the ass as you had to start all over again from basic introductions and discussions of hobbies. It was so much easier because Sangyeon’s extroverted self carried you to make friends and drag other people into the conversation easily.

“You alright?” 

Your feet had a mind of itself when you realised that the television wasn’t on your ten o’clock anymore but more like your twelve. The younger at the couch had her legs tucked in beneath her body, kneeling on the leather sofa with both of her eyebrows raised in suspicion and concern.

“Y-Yeah.” You gesture to the big screen with a chin tilt, “So…which group is this?”

“THE BOYZ! Oh my gosh, this is what I was going to tell you about when you walked into the house! Look! There are eleven members and they’re all so handsome!” 

The contrasting volume between the two siblings, as they engaged in their back-to-back conversation, had the older woman from the kitchen sighing at ease. Though time was running out and they needed to finish as soon as possible to avoid being late (or being late at an unmannered time), she could see how her oldest child bent their upper body down and used their elbows to support their weight on the backrest of the couch while her youngest flips through the various video contents of the said group. She also remembers the existence of the now way more mature boy that she once knew personally and she has always been aware that even though the friendship ended peacefully, it was still hard on you as you jumped from group to group to find the right people to spend your time with.

Turning the red line of the stove knob to ‘off’, picking up the steaming pot and placing it on top of the coaster to the barely changed arrangement of ingredients that she sets for the dessert on the kitchen island, she lets out an exhale that blows the fragrant ginger away from her face. She didn’t have the heart to tell any of her children to help her out anymore, not when the younger was enthusiastically teaching the older the names of all the members once again after the latter only recalled around three of the names; the mother thought it was a good effort already on her behalf. 

Similar to the stuttering one who points at the still unfamiliar member, she rests her elbows on the cold table stone, one of her palms as a rest for her cheek. The ‘ten more minutes!’ reminder on her phone rang but as soon as the first note blared, the mother let out a quick, surprised sound, lunging to reach her phone across the island, tapping on the ‘silent’ button repeatedly, not wanting to break the chaotic atmosphere of her two kids, “I guess after all these years…”

Finally making the final decision inside her head, she opens the group chat for all the mothers in the neighbourhood to tell them that they won’t be able to make it to the monthly gathering. Amidst the happy squealing and claps when you were able to recite all the members’ names, the front door clicks open to reveal the other parental figure for the two busy children.

“What’s up with those two?” The man amusedly comments at his two precious children, dipping his head down to kiss his wife, “Don’t tell me they tried something for the first time.”

“No, no, no.” Immediately backing up the radiant smiles on both the younger’s faces that pasted on their faces across the room. The couple stays in the hallway, watching the way that you finally sit down on the couch properly next to your sister who shows you yet another stage and a song that you were sure was going to make it to your main playlist, “Let’s just say that there’s a boy who not only makes our oldest the happiest, but now also our youngest.”

“Well,” The dad exhales happily at the good news. One of his hands tucks itself into his pants pocket, the other wrapping around the waist of his lovely wife, “that’s good to hear. Sounds like a decent guy. Who is it?”

“Lee Sangyeon.”

“Damn,” he nods, slightly pouting as he reflects on his own actions, “maybe I should take notes from this guy.”

“Don’t be silly, love. You’re a great dad.” Before kissing another reassuring kiss onto his lips, “Lee Sangyeon…he’s just that type of person, you know?”

“What type?”

“The type that’s capable of making people happy.”

You and your sister finally take notice of the new figure in the house, jumping from your seats to tackle your parents in a hug. More variations of ‘welcome back’s and ‘omg! I need to tell you something!’ spewed out the still-excited youngsters. Your mum calms you both down from your jumping sprees, placing a hand on each of your backs. You make eye contact with your mum and she could see the swirls of adoration, peacefulness and a sort of…relief just swimming freely in your eyes.

The hand on your back runs up and down, your mother understanding how you feel without you even saying it. Once more, she lets her thoughts run and thanks the boy on the screen who was a strong figure in your childhood:

“That’s you. That’s just who you are, Sangyeon.”

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[you-remind-me-of-the-babe]

Hello All! I’ve got two snippets today. First up, a bit from the first chapter of Episode 3: The Diplomat, my contribution to our on going gift to @raenestee, a CO Star Trek series. In this episode, the crew of the USS Redemption visit a new planet in the Delta Quadrant and meet a group of aliens with a particular talent. Here’s a little of Simon talking with one of them who has noticed the way he’s been looking at Baz, and might be just a tad jealous.

“But our sex is not something that is permanent for us,” Inveja interjects. “We can be whatever we want to be. Or…” She leans forward and trails a hand across my jaw. “Whatever is needed of us.”

Her face shifts a little and at first, I think it’s a trick of the light. I blink and see that her features have become just a tad more masculine than they were before. She’s also given herself a pair of neck ridges.

Phekk a nine-toed asteroid slug.

(Baz is an alien with neck ridges, if that wasn’t obvious.)

And some from Chapter 7 of Depth of Reason, which I swear will get finished someday.

The bell rings and I quickly bring the plate and beers out to the coffee table before letting Baz in. I open the door and as soon as our eyes meet we both smile.

Baz is wearing a soft, light blue jumper and dark wash jeans. It’s the most casual I’ve ever seen him dressed. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Baz in jeans. Not even when we were kids. Even though I’m sure his outfit is more expensive than anything I own, something about seeing Baz dressed so laid back is definitely doing it for me.

“Hi,” I finally manage to say. My wings flap stupidly behind me.

“Hello,” he says, grinning.

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