#THANK FOR ACKNOWLEDING THEM

[hymnoire]

Him choking on his beer is the type of reactions she loves - from the joking and teasing she can't help but throw through their serious conversations. Of course a loud laughter escapes from her. However the second Garam says he's Not Interested, Mara keeps on playing, placing her hand over her chest and exaggerating a shocked facial expression. "What? You're saying my shows aren't worth your time? You know what, I don't believe you. I know you would looove to see a little bit of this..." Speaks Mara, mimicking a typical dance move with her hands cascading down her body like she would do for Mask Girl. "And a little bit of that," adds Mara trapping her breasts between her forearms through her shirt and swaying from side to side, again in an exaggerated way before laughing again. "Oh come on, the shows are meant to an end but you could at least give some appreciation to my art. I've been voted Most Natural Tits last week, based on shape and bounce. You should be proud."

The opposition between their two methods is real : meanwhile Garam would have insisted to play by the rules, Mara only ever follows and relies on her instincts and guts. There is therefore absolutely no way one would agree with the other. However, it's the common ground between both of their visions that is interesting, if Mara brings a little more of Let's Risk It All, Garam's fair share of You Better Be Careful does make her think twice, especially in this case - depiste being reckless, everything he says is saved in the corner of her head. Who else was at her tail besides the perverts online? Have the leaders of that network been chasing her too? Was the Force itself keeping an eye on her? "I know. " Her serious is back. "The Mask Girl being so public means all eyes are on her - and some eyes that I might not even suspect." Does that worry her? It does. "But we both know it wouldn't be the first time. Even as an Inspector myself, I got Oh So many dogs ruminating my name, sometimes from behind bars, other times from their little rat holes in Itaewon. I've always been a woman with enemies. Do you know what I do so they don't get me? I get them first." Confident. Cocky. "See what's embarrassing for me is that you don't even think I can close that case." Her head is titled to one side, eyebrow raised, she means it. "Come on Lee, believe in me a little here." She speaks. "Mask Girl has helped me get behind the scenes faster than I could ever hope. I've seen the business for so close now that I know how it works. Chats, talks, forums, intel, stories - and recently, a lot of noise about some of these girls going missing. Look." Standing up, she walks across the room in order to enter the other , a room she uses as some sort of office. After a minute, Mara comes back with a folder between her hands, back into her seat back, right next to him, opening some pieces of evidence down the coffee table. "Every single one of the girls here is involved in that network." Pictures, informations, profiles, months of work are gathered here. "I have interacted with many of them as Mask Girl. Their lips are tied but I managed to connect a few dots and now, I'm starting to think the mothership is bigger than we thought. It isn't just an online business, these girls are also physically involved with - I believe very very bad people. At first I thought, some crappy hostess club in the city? Ok, which one, where? It feels like I've been searching for a place that just does not exist. A club isn't so hard to find yeah? Who owns it ? The kangpaes? The yakuzas? The chinese? Who can be so good at covering their tracks, it's impossible for Me to locate?" Her fingers then reach for a small enveloppe from the folder : it's white with red ink that says La Rose. " I settled a PO Box for Mask Girl no less than a year ago and she got this. An invitation to La Rose. And finally I got it, it's not a club I'm looking for, it's something bigger than that. La Rose, it's a secret society." Her lips widen into a satisfied smirk. "Do you know what that means? Politicians, Media moguls, Bankers, the fucking President circle, the goddamn Yohans of this world, they all might be involved in all of this. I don't know if it's that simple, I don't know if La Rose is the honey pot yet but I know it's connected. This could change my career. This could be bigger than Burning Sun." There is a pause then, a thought, her eyes on him. "I'm gonna go there, you know that. Will you be by my side when I do?"

[snghnlvr]

9:41pm | park sunghoon

park sunghoon x fem!reader

synopsis: you could not handle your boyfriend’s handsomeness when he’s studying.

includes: 1.4k words | soft hours | y/n is clingy and just wanted a hug but it turned into vulnerability time | sunghoon is mad fine

extra: thank you sunghoon for tuning into your weverse live now i’m more whipped for you

likes, reblogs and comments are appreciated !!

[below the cut]

you didn’t know if you were love struck by your boyfriend’s visuals or your hormones are acting upon you. 

maybe both.

usually when you’re studying at sunghoon’s room, you’re focused on your tasks with your computer in front of you, your notebook and pen on the side - ready to write any necessary information of your past lessons for your upcoming exams, and your headphone blasted on full volume to stay concentrated and get your study sessions over with so you can sleep.

since you had nothing to study for, you’re laying around sunghoon’s bed as your cuddling with his one of his pillows and scrolling down social media. 

you turned your body around and see your boyfriend’s backview which instantly made you smile, especially with how focused he is from his airpods blasting music but you can’t take him seriously when his hair has some messy strands all over. you chuckled as you put your phone down and continue to admire him from the back.

your boyfriend keeps getting more handsome everyday that it sometimes make you malfunction from his insane visuals. sometimes, you get jealous when you notice the stares and whispers from girls whenever both of you are on public. but sunghoon, doesn’t care about them, always holding your hand tightly, wrapping his arm around your shoulder to pull you close, or if he’s annoyed by the comments or possessive over you, he would keep you close to him by having his hand on your waist and it would stay there until he drops you off to your house.

gosh, you really question how he’s your boyfriend.

it’s hard to resist him and you acknowledge that.

you get up from his bed, walking slowly and carefully to sneak up behind him. you glanced up as you stood behind his chair, you frowned when you realized he’s studying biology — one of your least favorite subjects to study for.

you contemplate whether or not to bother him for a little. he does need a break, right?

you took a step, standing next to his chair as your hands traveled to his hair.

you lightly massaged his hair and your eyes admired the notes that he took, making you amazed at his skills. 

sunghoon looked up at you, smiling when he sees you. he immediately put his pen down. he took a moment to swallow the scene in front of him with your side profile presented to him. he wanted to capture the moment.

“what’s up?” sunghoon asked, pausing his music from his phone and took off his airpods.

“hm?” you were distracted with his organized notes, your chin tilting to face him then your eyes following. you greeted him with a smile that made him smile even bigger.

“are you hungry? bored?” sunghoon questioned, his fingers reaching the one strand of hair that was covering your whole face. you looked at him, startled. his eyes were focused as he lightly puts your hair behind your ear. you blushed. “anything princess?”

that darn nickname.

“uh uhm..” you were at a loss of words, your heart beat quickening when he stares at you, waiting patiently for an answer. you looked away from him, it was too much for you to handle. 

“just a want a little hug..” you puffed your cheeks, eyes wandering random objects in his room to distract yourself. you confessed, embarrassed to see sunghoon witness you being clingy.

sunghoon’s eyebrows jumped, not expecting that response. but he realized that you were blushing, probably acknowleding that you were embarrassed to want a hug but sunghoon didn’t care. 

sunghoon stared at you more. your cheeks being filled with the color pink. your shy eyes tering away from his vision. nibbling your lips in nervousness. 

a smile formed on his lips, tilting his head on the side because he thinks you’re adorable — so adorable. his heart beat quickened at the sight of you.

“of course y/n.” sunghoon grabbed your arm, pulling you closer to him. you gasped at the sudden action, your eyes widen when sunghoon pulled you into his lap. your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck. you leaned back to see sunghoon but he stared at you with a mischevious smile and a head tilt — a smug look. 

you wanted to poke his dimple.

sunghoon stood up straighter so that you’ll be able to hug him comfortably. and you did, inhaling his signature scent of vanilla and musk. you closed your eyes to take in the smell and sunghoon’s hands were resting comfortably on your waist. you melted into his hug that was very comforting. you would sometimes say nothing and straight up hug him whenever you’re tired. sunghoon would get the message and lets you hug him until you’re done. he doesn’t mind. really.

all of your thoughts, all of your common sense flew out. your stare softens every feature of your boyfriend, his moles all over his face, his perfectly structured nose, shiny eyes with his classic black specs illuminated from the table lamp — gosh your heart is beating fast.

you leaned back, sunghoon’s eyes back to you. his attention was back to you. his eyebrows jumped as he asked, “what’s wrong?”

you felt bad for distracting him but with that stare of his, his love gaze, you couldn’t help it.

sunghoon’s grasp on you was tighter so you don’t fall. you felt getting more enchanted from your boyfriend’s beauty. you don’t know what possessed you but you removed your arms from his shoulders. your hands slowly moved up towards his face. you were tempted to poke his moles but you held back.

sunghoon’s heart beat kept getting quicker with every action from you. he was eyeing you, from your fingers coming up towards your face then back to your eyes where you seemed focused on something else. his eyes darkened, leaning back to get a better view from you especially when you were towering over him. he was starting to relax and let you do whatever you want to him. he was enjoying it.

you are so beautiful right in front of him. you looked really magical, he wonders how he’s so lucky to date a girl like you. do you know that?

you reached his glasses, slowly and carefully took them off. some of his hair strands fell down, slightly covering his eyes. 

you gulped, what a sight. your heart beat quickened at sunghoon staring hard at you. you glanced down towards his lips that were so tempting fro you to leaned down to them.

sunghoon kept staring at you, a pinkish color forming on your cheeks as he took the time to your admire your beauty.

“sorry,” you muttered lowly, trying to calm yourself down. your shy eyes tering away from his vision. nibbling your lips in nervousness when sunghoon was below you. 

sunghoon was surprised to hear you apologizing when you had nothing to apologize for. “no.” he quickly said.

you looked back at sunghoon once again, startled when his fingers slowly touched your jaw to get his attention. his thumb rubbing your cheek as you leaned into it. his grasp on your jaw wasn’t strong but strong enough when you can imagine how he is feeling by the way he was staring at you with a soft smile playing on his lips. 

“shit y/n what am i gonna do with you?” your heart quick raced when you heard his deep, raspy voice. it’s once in a blue moon to hear something come out of him and it would never fail to make you melt.

you didn’t say anything. you hand reaching to cover his hand on you jaw. you caress them. you closed your eyes for a few seconds before replying,

“love me.” you whispered, looking at him. sunghoon saw your vulnerability and he swears to god that he will. he will love you every day, every night, every second until he gives up — heck he would not give up loving you. at this point, he’s already planning wedding vows. he will not stop loving you until both of you grow old and sick of each other. 

“yes, yes i will.” sunghoon said whatever what was on top of his head. he is utterly at a loss of thoughts. he smiles when you giggled at him like it was a calming melody to him. “you make me go insane, it’s crazy y/n..” he whispers. he rubs your hip with his other hand on your waist. “even if i die, i will never stop loving you.” you think he’s being dramatic but you don’t say that.

“good.” you nibbled at your lip to prevent a big smile on your face. you leaned into him, stealing a kiss from his lips. you saw a frown from sunghoon when you pulled away. you merely saw him chasing your lips for a second as his eyes were glued on your pretty lips.

“because i will never stop loving you either.” you smiled right in front of him. sunghoon looks up with a soft stare and your stomach curls at the sight. sunghoon swears he’s the most luckiest person alive and that he will brag to every single individual on this earth to proudly say that he’s dating you. he doesn’t care about the single pals.

you felt a breath on your lips when sunghoon pulled you again for another kiss. and you pulled him closer until nothing separates the two of you.

[lostintransist]

Listen all I gotta say is price and Johnny are the type to bear hug you during sex. I mean like fully encompassing your whole body, holding you as close as possible with their strong ass grip while they’re balls deep in you. That’s all, thank you and have a great day :)

Oooh anon I like the way you think. Let me posit a few ideas for you. Because brevity is NOT a skill I possess all my thoughts are below the fold.

MDNI 18+, Female reader (because it fits the narrative I want to write today)

CW: Pap smears and doctors appointments mentioned, sex (obviously), mentions of lubrication and anatomy lessons (because if I have to read one more 'it's so tight' I am going to start fight club in your comments. If the vagina is 'tight' it isn't aroused! Vaginas are small when not being used for pleasure or producing a human.)

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

Johnny bear hugs you, but not frequently. The first time it happened he had been hounding you all day for some action. You put him off with a smile and wore your prettiest day dress out for errands. "I can't miss my appointment today Johnny, and if I leave now I can get some shopping done."

He goes with you obviously because he hasn't seen you in weeks because of his job and spending time with you even at an appointment is better than missing you from home.

You didn't mention and he failed to ask what kind of appointment you had. Imgagine his delight shock to see you strip off your dress with absolutely nothing underneath because you have a yearly physical.

Let's not even argue the point that Johnny is horrified to see how a pap smear goes and apologizes the rest of the day that you have to do that as a part of having him as a newer partner. [I hate pap smears so much...Like I want to fist fight god for making them a thing that needs to happen.]

It takes him a couple hours to get over the sick feeling in his stomach. You had been mid conversation when the provider reached up and flipped down the sheet covering your breasts. They pressed and prodded all without either of you acknowleding what was happening. Was that normal? (It absolutely is.)

When you do finally let him convince (Lets not lie you also wanted this all day) you to bed end up riding him as he orgasms. His arms snake out and pull you to his chest, the powerful bands of his muscles holding you tight to his chest as he shudders below you. He is overwhelmed and in awe of the things you have to do to keep your body healthy and how part of those things are his fault.

It does prevent you from coming like you wanted but Johnny, once he can see again, takes care of you before settling you both in a bath.

Captain John Price

This man is so used to being in charge that the first time he sinks home into you he is snaking his arms around you to bear hug you to his chest.

"If you move even a bit I am going to explode inside you like a fourteen year old boy and his first time touching a lover," he growls into your shoulder.

He didn't need to use lube on the regular but after you explained he quickly agreed.

"John you could do hours of foreplay and I would still not produce enough fluid to make this an enjoyable experiance for either of us." You smile uncomfortably as his eyebrows tuck downward in confusion. With a shrug you continue, "My body does all the other normal things."

"Normal things like what?" Ah man, he did it now. Education on bodies that had vaginas would always get you on a rant. "So you know how in media the common thing to say about a vagina when inserting a penis is 'oh it's so tight' because it is supposed to feel good for a man?"

John leans back in his chair, contemplation exchanged for his look of confusion. "Yes, go on."

"Okay. When a penis gets erect it grows in size and shape typically, so does a vagina. An unaroused vagina is only about 2 inches in length but when aroused it grows to on average about 4. The rush of blood down there allows it to become more elastic and accomodate many shapes and sizes."

At John's nod you continue, because you know that this can be an uncomfortable topic but you refused to go to bed with a man who didn't care enough to understand how your body works.

"Typically with arousal the vagina creates a lot of fluid to help with insertion." "Isn't that what precum is about too?" Biting your lip you decide if you are going to ruin his day. "No. What we call precum is a cleaning fluid because pee and baby batter use the same tubing in a penis."

"Oh." He looks mildy uncomfortable with this information. Well in for a penny in for a pound. "All that to say, I would love to have sex with you but we will need to use lube because my body doesn't produce enough fluid and the fluid you make isn't really what I will need."

John thought about that conversation as he sank home, the plushness of your thighs bracketing his hips. Shoving one arm behind your neck and the other under your back as you lay under him he focuses on breathing.

Lord only knows that an anatomy lesson from you would be what nearly sends him over the edge. When you start twitching under him he holds you tighter, a slight wheeze escaping your chest.

"Dove I am getting older and don't recover like I used to, give me another ten seconds and then I will fuck you like I'm trying to touch your brain."

That delightful little sentence had you clenching around him, but your hips stopped shifting. Damn, he might need to ask his doctor for some little blue pills because one round a night with you might not be enough.

I'm so totally normal about these fictional characters...yep.. totally normal.

[genderqueerdykes]

I recently saw a post comparing the progress pride flag to the american one, essentially saying it was gaudy and over representative so all the symbols were just noise.

Like listen, I get that statement of the OG pride flag "encompasses all" but I feel it just completely missed the point of what it stood for.

Is it that bad that our trans and intersex peers wish to be seen? Is it that bad that we show respect to our BIPOC peers and remember they are among us especially when frontline queer voices and representation in media is overwhelmingly white?

Like idk maybe I'm overreacting but as someone part of those communities the progress pride flag shows it made me want to scream. Is it too much to want to be seen when queer people have and will turn a blind eye to us?

I'm NOT saying this flag needs to be everywhere. It'd be nice but it's unrealistic but hell, with the amount of stupid infighting and dangerous ideologies spreading within the queer community, it sure is a sight for sore eyes when I see it.

We're still here, we're still queer, and you cannot separate us from that.

Sorry for the rant I think I'm just tired of people getting hung up on "inclusivity politics" as if acknowleding people existing is some great pain and we're "ruining" their pride flag.

you're 100% right in pointing this out and i'm tired of this behavior. thank you so much for taking the time to send this ask, because this is something i'm actually also very deeply bothered by.

i've seen that post too and i've tried to figure it out and i just can't parse what the hell kind of point they're trying to make. that post makes no sense they thought they made a point and they didn't. just because the design is visually complex doesn't make it like the flag of the United States. there's chevrons on the left hand side of the flag and stripes on the right- that doesn't make it a copy of or homage to or some kind of subliminal messaging that calls back to the flag of the USA. this website has some of the lamest conspiracy theories i've ever seen that are just cooked up to make other people feel like shit.

some people are so hateful and bitter that they view inclusion as a bad thing. i'm calling it for what it is. some people are so goddamn miserable and up their own asses that they literally HATE it when people are included into what they think are their little cliques and groups. some people see like, any attempt from another group of people to be inclusive and inviting as an insult and an attack because they're just "pandering" or sucking up to us or trying to look progressive or whatever. like people will write this shit off every time no matter how good the intentions are. i'm sorry that you're being forcefully made aware that trans and intersex people and queers of color need a platform to speak on and a community to stay in, but you're the one causing a problem here if that bothers you. i'm sorry that people of color in specific need to feel safe in queer spaces, but you're the reason that we don't.

first of all, as an intersex trans person of color, i literally teared up the first time i saw the version of the progress pride flag that included the intersex pride flag. like. that's literally the FIRST TIME IN QUEER HISTORY THAT WE'VE SEEN WIDESPREAD USAGE OF THE INTERSEX FLAG!!!!!!!! THAT'S FUCKING HUGE. THIS IS SO FUCKING IMPORTANT FOR US! we NEED that visibility on such a grand fucking scale!!! we NEED TO BE SEEN LIKE THAT. i don't really care if jaded bitter assholes are like "it's pandering" "its ugly" fuck OFF it's NOT! i don't care how disconnected from your feelings you are, but the first time i saw an intersex flag in PUBLIC, i cried. it was on a progress pride flag. i was in an airport. and then i saw another in a grocery store. and then i started seeing them all over town.

second of all, i am so sick of queer people focusing on aesthetics over function. this attitude has gotten out of hand and honestly it feels like its a lot of white queers who don't understand how important flags are for representation and signaling safety and solidarity and how they're not just a bunch of pretty colors to look at. each part has meaning. this is just the "tooth paste gay flag" discourse bullshit all over again. the stone cold truth is that some people literally fucking HATE it when they see people they don't like gain visibility. these are people who fucking hate intersex and trans people and queer people of color and are so fucking angry that we're daring to occupy space, and making their precious flag 'gaudy' and 'ugly'. also white queers love to bitch about how the brown and black stripes are "UGLY", do i really have to say anything here?

the philadelphia pride flag is a flag made by queers of color living in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, a historically largely black city, to be explicitly inclusive of black, brown and all queers of color. black queers in philly were the first ones to add black and brown stripes to the traditional rainbow flag. the creator of the progress pride flag took notes from this and decided to honor that and carry it over, as they felt leaving out those stripes would be a slap in the face. and they're right, it would be a slap in the face- it IS a slap in the face! the philly pride flag wasn't made so what white and racist queers can sit here and bitch about how it's "pandering" or "trying to include too many people". this shit was made by and for people of color. this behavior is so fucking disrespectful and racist

stop fucking fighting over flags. queer flags aren't here to be "aesthetic" or "pretty"- they're here to serve a purpose. to give people a banner to unite under to find community, love, partnership, friendship, safety, and a space to talk and organize. it's so that you can easily recognize that someone else is part of the same family as you. it's not there to be pretty, it's there to be visually striking, and to instantly convey a message. the progress pride flag WORKS because it contains several pride flags and grabs your attention. maybe you're intersex but have never seen other pride flags before. maybe you've never seen the intersex flag before but have seen the trans and rainbow flags before. it will convey the same message, but now with a greater message which is to explicitly say "we want to include everyone".

if you don't like the progress pride flag:

it was not made for you, and you don't have to use it.

thanks for taking the time to send this i really appreciate your thoughts. people have got to stop manufacturing discourse because they want to sound smart. i have no way to put it other than some people literally just cannot form or articulate a point. and that's fine. that's okay. but some will still try anyway and the argument just falls flat. if you encounter talk like that where they don't really have a lot of ground to dislike it other than personal opinion, it's all hot air and has nothing to do with the matter at hand, but rather, their feelings.

[itsabouttimex2]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAA I LOVE YOUR AU!!!!! IT'S SO GOOD!!! op, your ideas are fantastic, you're really creative and an awesome writer!! 💫🌟

The monkiefam dynamic is so fun to read about — and pretty sad in MK's case, the poor guy.

Hopefully it's not too dark of a question, but how brutal does MK get during the primal moon? If he gets too violent with reader, does Wukong or Mac try stopping him or would they just let the natural pecking order happen?

I feel so bad for him, he's is gonna have a hell of a time acknowleding all the stuff he did during the primal moon week :/

Thank you so much, that means a lot to me! I’m glad people like my silly little things! (UPDATED to add a few extra characters!)

Thankfully for Y/N, MK isn’t too brutal- I don’t think they’ll come out with anything worse than a sprained wrist or ankle. The trauma will persist far beyond their injuries, however. When the last green moon of the week fades, he’s positively distraught.

Lining his hand curiously up to a slap mark on Y/N’s cheek to check it, tears brimming in his eyes when it lines up too perfectly to be a coincidence.

I don’t know whether he heartbrokenly distances himself or tries to make up for it with extreme smothering. The poor kid just wanted to spend what was supposed to “just another green moon” with one of his best friends.

And as for Macaque, though he’d really like to help Y/N… he just doesn’t have the ranking. MK is above him in the hierarchy, so he genuinely can’t do anything to upset or piss him off. This only that accomplishes is him getting smacked around right beside Y/N. All he can really do for them is apply herbal balm and bandages after the fact. If he hasn’t had a seal applied to his powers yet, Macaque might think about trying his shadow portals, but… it’s probably better not to risk having two angry monkeys on his tail, demanding to know where he’s hidden their beloved cub/rookie.

Sun Wukong is crazy delusional under the moon’s influence- to him, Y/N getting thrown and tosses all around is just “playfighting”, so he won’t interfere until after things get genuinely harmful. The moment he hears his little “cub” scream and start to cry, Old Sun is there in a second, bringing them into his arms and cooing softly. If they come to him begging for protection and use a “Bàba” to sweeten the deal, they’ll have his shelter for a number of hours, so it’s not impossible to get away from MK… just very hard.

And even after learning that something as severe as a broken wrist has occurred, Wukong coddles MK and forgives him on your behalf, writing the whole thing off as an accident. Not that you get any less smothering then him- you’re now stuck in bed with stiff bandages and surrounded by young mountain monkeys and sweet fruit. In a way, it saves you from any further rough play.

All three of them are dangerous in their own ways, of course. None are outright above “disciplining” you, with slaps or bites or shoves. There’s no (intentional) bone-shattering or flesh-tearing, but they make you afraid that there will be.

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After the Primal Moon ends, there’s a lot of patching-up to do afterwards. For example…

Pigsy has to come down from the constant self-drugging, taking more than a few hours to compose himself and make the rounds with his friends, calling them all up in short order. Once he’s gotten through everyone- Tang, Sandy, Mei, even her parents… then he spends a few minutes making sure he hasn’t gored any holes into his restaurant. Unlocks the windows and doors, but doesn’t flip the open sign.

He’s not up to deal with customers right now. All he wants is to check on his kids.

He’ll take MK and you out to eat today, he thinks. You’ve both earned it, after a week of isolation up in your shared room, under strict instructions to stay inside and come down for no one and nothing.

Red Son is always horribly humiliated when everything is said and done, a groaning and red-faced mess of shame. Another week of essentially devolving into a child, desperate for love and attention. Another, slow, grudging week of constant begging for skinship and words of praise. Needless to say, he’s pissed off and looking for an outlet, and beating on the numerous Bull Clones just doesn’t seem all too enticing… when he’s got a much squishier target who’ll actually squirm and yelp?

Sure, he’s not going to outright mangle you. No permanent burns. No shattered spine. And he’ll take pity on you eventually and stop with the torment. After a few months, he might even start to like you.

Let’s hope you get there mostly unscathed.

[66sharkteeth]

You don't have to respond to this, but I just wanted to say you should feel completely free to take your time with my asks and others and even disregard them completely if you feel like it. We've all (hopefully!) read that you'll be responding at your own leisure, so just do what's healthy for you and what you feel like doing. I hope you have an awesome rest of your day :]

thank you!! tbh i've been wondering what like... tumblr etiquette for asks is for a while now? i've def asked before but never get a clear answer. :'D

like when people submit an ask, are they expecting an answer or just happy if they do get one? i have...a small mountain at this point and i usually just answer the ones that intrigue me. i always feel a little guilty answering ones i just got (like this haha) when there's ones unanswered from MONTHS ago, but those are some are so buried that i've forgotten or i'm just not sure how to answer them or i just don't feel like answering.

i always feel a little bad when i answer something right away when there might be an ask someone's been hoping i'll answer for weeks or months, but i really just answer what i feel like at that moment. also, don't even get me started when i get super nice asks when i'm down or something. esp when people send paragraphs?? i wish there was a way to heart them or just send a private thank you, but i don't wanna spam people w/ like 10 posts of like 3+ paragraph asks with me just essentially saying nothing but "thank you" bUT I ALSO FEEL LIKE A MONSTER NOT RESPONDING OR ACKNOWLEDING THEM... ;_; what is tumblr etiquette in cases like that!! do people think i'm a monster for not saying thank you or is it normal?? i try to always at least say "thank you for all the kind asks" at least... :'D

[jakesnymos]

Duskwood is Calling (SNEAK PEAK)

A/N: Hi friends, hello. Here's the start of the novelization I talked about a while back. This is just the intro to the first chapter, so think of it almost as a prologue, if that makes sense. Obviously spoilers through chapter 10 of the game, so don't read if you're avoiding those. Anyways. Here it is:

You don’t know how you got here. Not really. 

 If they asked you- everyone, all of them, Thomas and Cleo and Dan and Lilly and Jessy and Hannah and-

 And not Jake. Not Jake, because Jake was stuck in the mines. Stuck with Richy, and the fire, and the unstable mineshafts and the dark and the cold and-

 “(Y/N).” Alan breaks you from your train of thought. “(Y/N), I’m sorry. But I need to ask you a few questions about tonights events.” You nod. “How did you get here?”

 I don’t know, you think. “I took a train.” You answer, because Alan means ‘What was your mode of transportation to Duskwood?’ and not ‘How did you come to know these people so intimately that thier loss has shattered something deep inside you?’

 “I took the earliest train I could get out of Grand Central Station to Duskwood.” You pause, thinking of the frantic way you’d run to the ticket booth, of how the minutes it took to get your ticket felt like hours, and how the couple of hours on the train itself felt like eons. “It was only a few hours.” You continue, “I didn’t tell the others I was coming. They didn’t know until-” You gesture vaguley, still not comfortable acknowleding the nights events outloud. 

 “You didn’t tell any of them?” It seems to have genuinely shocked him, and that, in turn, surprises you. “Not Jessy, or Thomas?” You shake your head. “Why?”

 “I didn’t want to worry them.” You shrug. “After everything else with Richy, and you finding Hannah, I didn’t-” You swallow against the lump in your throat. “I didn’t want them to worry about someone else being in danger.” 

 “But someone else was in danger, (Y/N).” Your eyes close against the harsh truth of the words, and you force yourself not to respond. “Jake Donfort was in danger.”

 “I don’t know who that is.” You lie. You open your eyes again. Sitting before you is still Chief of Police Alan Bloomgate, this time looking much more sympathetic. He nods. “I don’t, Alan. I don’t know who Jake Donfort is.”

 “I believe you, (Y/N).” He pauses, making sure to hold your eye contact. “I think that’s all we need from you, now. End of interview.” The click of the recorder puncuated the following silence. You stare at Alan in confusion. 

 “What-”

 “You should get some rest, (Y/N).” He fixes you with a stern look. “You’ve had an emotional night.” You nod. “Do you have somewhere to stay?” You nod again, though this time it’s a lie. You didn’t think about what would happen after the mines. You didn’t think about anything but getting to Jake. “Miss Hawkins is outside.” 

 That grabs your attention. “Jessy is here?” Alan nods, collecting the files and paperwork from the interrogation table in front of you. “I’ve been told she refused to leave when she learned you were being detained for questioning.” You manage a small laugh. “She’s worried. Perhaps you should stay with her tonight. I’m sure the motel will keep your booking.” And something in his voice tells you he knew you were lying. 

 “Yeah, thanks.” You agree, finally standing from your chair. It bothers you, though. The fact that he didn’t push you about Jake. About knowing him. “Detective Bloomgate-”

 “It doesn’t matter, (Y/N).” He cuts you off again. “No one could have-” He pauses, seeming to think over his words. “I’m sorry. But no one could have survived that fire. And even if he could, those shafts were unstable before the fire. I can’t imagine thier state now.” He shakes his head, sighing to himself. “I’m sorry. I truly am. But he’s gone. It doesn’t matter if you knew him on record or not. Jake Donfort is dead.”

 He’s right, and you know it, but you don’t understand. You can’t understand how this could be happening. 

 I don’t know how I got here.

[reddragonprincess]

That morning, Leif had requested getting a small lesson in flight from Minerva. Though he was yet to be used to the trade entirely, it was through the conviction she displayed when they had first met that had convinced him to change his mind and dedicate himself more to his studies in this area he had historically allowed to fall to the wayside.

Even on a holiday, he'd show a good habit and his best foot forward in attempting it. It was a short lesson today, so as to not take too much of her time, but it also gave him the opportunity to ask:

“ Before you dismiss me for the day, may I give you something? ”  He goes to his belongings he had set aside, and from it, he pulls out a wrapped present box for her. Inside the box was a pair of gloves.  “ They're for the Winter Festival. I don't know you too well yet, Professor, but... in my country, we're well known for our cavalry. Our riding gloves are pretty good quality. So I wanted to give you them too, since you'd find use of them when riding your wyvern too. ”

Perhaps that was presumptuous of him. But at the very least, it'd be something she could use, and as two people who met through a practical situation, he'd wish to do his best to support her in her path just as she tried her best to support him in his attempts to master every discipline he could.

“ I hope you enjoy the rest of your holiday, Professor!! ”

Despite the festive period, Minerva was the type of person who didn't like to slack off and whenever she had the occasion, she kindly accpeted students or soldiers who would love to train or to learn something from her; one student in particular was asking for her help and since they recently started Flying lessons, the red-haired instructor was more than pleased to spend some time with him, especially practicing a discipline that she held dear.

The two of them began the training session, but since it was a festive period, Minerva decided to not stress too much her student, making the most of their time together. Son after they finished, a question leaked from Leif's mouth, making the Macedon princess made a perplexed expression.

"Sure" she simply replied, not really expecting what was coming next: as the boy returned to her, a gift was hold in his hands and too much of her surprise, it was a gift for her.

"What..?" she stared at the gift with sincere curiosity, still not acknowleding the fact that it was for her. "It's for me?" she questioned, but seeing that he was offering it to her, she gently picked the package from his hands, observing it with catious eyes. "Thank you for this gift.." she slowly remove the bow, unwrapping the paper just to discover… a pair of gloves.

Before she could say anything, Leif expleined the gift to Minerva, in the hope that she would use them during their flights. "This.. is very kind of you" she felt exposed, hues of red covered her cheeks, but she managed to overcome embrarassment, in some way, "I will use them whenever I fly with Freyja… and with you" she stated, a bit of commotion could be sensed from her lips.

"I'll do my best to make you a proud flyer. I'm counting on you and on your incredible flexibility and capacities" she paused for a moment, "Enjoy your festivities, you'll deserve it!"

[submalevolentgrace]

hi hello, sorry it's another amputee question, idk if you get tired of these. i found your blog and i like how you share your experiences, thank you for this. im abled myself but im writing a story, and i want my main girlie protag to have a prosthetic leg and here's the thing, i dont really have a reason for it. i guess it says something about me, don't know what, but i just don't know if that's considered, well, offensive, or rude, or something. i don't plan to have any focus on it in the story. the medium is a comic so it's going to be always visible as a prosthetic, but i don't want to explain it in-story either, no backstory, she would probably just have it since early childhood. it won't affect the plot. and that's where i don't know if that's even okay. it feels weird to want that, to include that, almost as if i need to somehow turn the story about it, to have some kind of statement. which i don't actually want to make or even feel able to make as never experiencing it. i want for her to have a prosthetic leg just because. and i don't have anyone to ask this, and i don't mean to offend you by this, and i apologize if i somehow did. but if it's okay with you to answer, i'd appreciate reading. if it's gonna be an angry rant i'd like to read it too. i know you're an upper body amp, but idk, i feel like this question isn't much about the use of prosthetics and more of the general amputee characters, and im scared to ask reddit, i don't even know if that ask made sense. thank you if you read that all, please don't feel pressured to answer. hopefully you'll have something good that brightens your day a little!

thank you, i actually really appreciate this ask! sorry that the response is long and wordy, i got a bit carried away…

so, i've gotten a lot of asks/dms/notes from writers asking about how to write their amputee characters/ocs after my big "writing advice" post, and i think i've ended up ignoring every single one of them, because… well, not to be rude to all those people, but they seem to have completely bounced off the whole 'know why you are writing this' thesis, too caught up in the excitement of their own fantasy to even notice the bit about understanding your own intent as an author and why that matters, let alone really engaging with it. and at that point, i don't think there's any advice or feedback i can give that would break through, especially when it seems what most people are seeking is little details and nuances to add authenticity to their token representation characters or unintentional stereotypes.

but, without any other details or nuances that shape a character's portrayal, based solely on what you've said in this ask, i feel like you're on the right track and probably gonna do fine. the thing that sticks out most clearly to me is how you phrase it, "i WANT to write a protagonist to have a prosthetic leg", you are acknowleding your role as omnipotent author, and i honestly think that's worth a lot more than many people realise when it comes to crafting fiction. you've acknowledged your desire for this character to be a certain way, and you're being introspective about the source of those desires and how it will come across - and that means you're almost certainly also thinking about how it interacts with the rest of the story, how it serves your themes, and how it will be interpreted and understood by the audience.

a lot of responses or people asking me for advice say things like "i am writing a character who HAS an amputation", implying it's an observable fact, pre-concluded before their authoring of them, and therefore something they're much less likely to examine critically. maybe it's unfair of me to draw such deep conclusions from shallow choice of language, but firstly, so many people have been far more obvious about it, saying a character "revealed" or "told" them about the amputation, or just straight up talking abot them as independent entities with their own agency, as if it's a biography and not fiction. and secondly, what are we even doing talking about improving the craft of our writing and how it will be recieved by the audience if we're not going to think about how framing affects interpretation? if someone is reaching out to me asking for writing advice, you bet i am going to assume this is a person who wants to improve the details of their own writing craft, and i'm going to critically engage with the tiny snippet of writing they've given me and analyse how it reflects on them, even if it is "just" a tumblr interaction. i don't even consider myself a writer really, the art i mainly dedicate myself to is music, but i still put careful thought into anything i write that's more than a few sentences, and think about the audience it will be seen by.

sorry, that's a whole other tangent… not at all about what you asked. but by way of example and segue back; what i see you reveal in the writing of your ask is a nervousness and anxiety to 'do well' in your writing, to create a character with an amputation in a way that holds up to scrutiny and criticism, and also a fear of what unfortunate things you might be saying and the responses it would provoke if you misstep. i can totally understand that, not just because you messaged me and i personally have a track record of going off on people lol, but also… yeah, people are very eager to judge and attack art based on a hidden metric of how 'well' it does 'representation' or handles things, and be vocal about the failings of things that make an earnest attempt. and i can see that it's very appealing to want to pull back and hide from that; a character who has a prosthetic leg opens you up to your audience critiquing how well you've handled it, most of them not amputees, many of them with the subtlety and media analysis skills of a sledgehammer… while if you write a story with no amputees in it, nobody has anything to critique.

unfortunately, no matter how well or carefully or authentically you write, there will always be someone engaging with it in bad faith yelling loudly about how awful you are; i recently made a short sharp post giving a trigger warning for medical abuse and body horror in the new zelda game that painfully evoked some of my own experiences, i still got people reblogging it telling me i'm ableist for saying disability is body horror (piss on the poor reading comprehension) and should apologise to all amputees (waves my one hand and nub around in a comical hello gesture). maybe that is on me for writing it quickly in an upset huff instead of making at least two proofreading and editing passes and oh geez, this is getting waaay too long and off topic. okay, to the point.

honestly, from what little you've told me, to be overly reductive, i'd give it a stamp of approval. sometimes people just only have one leg and that's fine, people are born like that, it's a thing that happens - and it doesn't need to shape the entirety of their lives, and reflecting that in fiction is more than just fine, i think it's what we need. sure any amputee character i write is going to be an overt commentary on ableism and medical abuse, because that's what i live, that's what affects me. but i know because i've watched their stuff on youtube, that there are so many people out there that were born limb different that just, don't care about it, and it doesn't really affect their life at all. if your protag has a prosthesis, sure she's had to get fitted for it and train for it, and it might benefit you to do an afternoon of research into that if you want to see how it might holistically flesh out her worldview (look up osseointegration vs external sockets, if you want keywords to help, look for patient experiences instead of doctors).

but also, if her other leg has finished growing and she's got a prosthesis that works, she may not have thought about it literally for years, maybe decades depending on her age. i had braces as a teen and it has zero impact on my life, i've had foot and back problems in the past, and it's irrelevant to me now other than getting new off the shelf shoe inserts every few years. i can think of at least one (australian) celebrity with a pretty long and successful comedy career who most people don't even know was born without one foot, it's just not relevant.

sometimes people just have things going on in the background that don't matter, and sometimes characters should have something just going on in the background too, no matter what "save the cat" sort of writing advice tells you. sometimes cutting literally everything out of a story unless it serves the plot or themes is bad actually, and i guarantee you, even as a hand amputee, i would absolutely LOVE to see a leg amp character who is just having a life, doing other plot relevant things. especially much more than i want to see all the characters of people leaving tags saying some version of "thanks OP, now i can write the suffering and torment of my oc much more authentically". think of the hypothetical little girl born without a leg that just wants to see someone like her.

and finally. what i think is maybe at the core of your anxiousness, at least to my read of your ask. you've thought about your role as author and self reflected about why you want to write a character with a prosthetic leg, and you can't find an answer in you, and you're not sure if that means it's something bad. well, assuming good faith from you, i think that's fine too. people who fetishise prostheses or amputations, people obsessed with the suffering or (percieved) depenedncy, or whatever else it is that makes them yearn to write their hacky awful robot arm characters; they probably don't do the introspection, and if they did, they'd find their answer right away (horniness or power fantasy usually), although i doubt they'd be honest with themselves about it, let alone others. assuming good faith and honesty, if you can't find in yourself WHY you want to write this character with a prosthetic leg….. it's probably just a harmless aesthetic preference.

if you wanted it to do cool things or make her more powerful or more special than others or be endless inconvenience and suffering or make her the chosen one because of it or something, that'd set off alarm bells for me yeah, and i'd be reading into it as a much more harmful aesthetic choice, and responding much more aggressively. but if you want to write a story about other things that features a protagonist who just so happens to have a plausibly normal boring prosthetic leg…. that seems fine to me, honestly. i tend towards having characters with certain hair and eye colour combinations that i find aesthetically pleasing, and as long as i'm thinking about how that could come across and trying to avoid any pitfalls around fetishisation and nastier implications, i think it's probably fine.

there are really only three concrete pieces of advice i would give you:

one, when you've got a cohesive first/beta draft, try to find at least one sensitivity reader who's got as similar disability experience as possible to your character (lower limb, same kinda circumstances, same general use of prosthesis), and listen to their feedback.

two, while i totally acknowledge that leg protheses can be super useful everyday kit for many people, i still have a general aversion to "this character NEEDS a prosthesis or they're helpless" readings, and many people don't want to or can't use leg prostheses… if it were me doing it, i'd make acknowledgement of that, and in a visual medium like a comic, i think that's as simple as having a single panel showing your character waking up in bed without the prosthesis, and maybe at her home there are forearm crutches leaning against the wall as background decoration. maybe if you have any scenes where she's woken up in the middle of the night, or interrupted before being fully dressed for the day, you could show them in use. but that's a personal value suggestion from me, your judgement or sensitivity readers might disagree on the importance of that.

three, you will absolutely need to establish as early and overtly as possible that the prosthesis and amputation DOES NOT MATTER to the story or her character arc. people still very much have a default normative body in mind when engaging with fiction, and anything that deviates from that will 100% be interpreted as a checkov's gun that they will be anticipating and theorising about going off, unless you squash that down. if you want to make a statement about it not mattering, unfortunately i think you're going to have to spell that out as obviously as possible without breaking the fourth wall, or else the audience trained on existing robot limb tropes will be waiting for the traumatic tragic backstory or secret rocket booster to become relevant.

but also…. i'm just some bitch on the internet, talking like i'm more important than i am, getting loudly angry about limb difference when i'm a pretty recent and unusual addition to the group myself. so like, don't take anything i say as absolute, and while it's always good to listen to others, at the end of the day you still gotta synthesise all their thoughts into your own.

i don't really have a nice concluding statement other than to say, thankyou for appreciating my post, and most importantly, thankyou for caring about the craft of writing enough to critically analyse your own authorship, and being curious about how to improve on a sensitive topic.

[greenmansgrove]

Other than being proposed as January 7th by Edain McCoy, the Morrigan has no formal feast day. Stephanie Woodfield, while acknowleding McCoy’s proposal, stresses that one should find their own date, if something like a Feast Day someone seeks in their practice. I suppose that might Samhain for most devotees, or whenever they undertook their vows of service.

For me, it is now January 5th. A year ago on the 5th was when I had a particularly profound experience at the shores of the Mississippi, where I believe the Badb made her presence known in my life. I returned to Hidden Falls Regional Park today to mark and celebrate the occasion a year later.

In June, when the Mississippi flooded, a maple tree toppled in the loose soil over the place where someone usually creates a labyrinth from fallen leaves. When I arrived today, I discovered that whomever creates the labyrinth had been busy since my last visit in October. Beneath the leaning maple, the labyrinth had been reconstructed. It was like the maple had now become the roof of a temple, and I could see an altar had been constructed at the center (photo 1). Thus, just like last year, I began my pilgrimage by walking the labyrinth, making note of the strange hollow wooden sentry that had been placed along the back wall (photo 5). At the center, I paused, studied the altar’s construction (photo 6 — note the fungus), and bowed before retracing the path to exit.

Continuing my way to the shore, I noted the margins of the river were frozen, and they cracked and creaked as the wind pushed the water beneath them. When I came to the votive site beneath the boxelder, I took a few minutes to invoke Badb and recite a few prayers and poems to her greatness, thanking her for her presence and guidance over the past year. 2024 was a challenging year for me, having lost both my cats (Badb as Washer at the Ford, anyone?), losing all my savings to my cats’ medical bills, leaving me struggling for summer employment and relying on the generosity of strangers to make it to my surgery, and taking several hits to my health in the fall. A constant through it was the comfort my studies of and devotions to the Morrigan brought me. Even when I had to take a little time to myself after the election, I returned to my practices with hope and plans for the future to deepen my connections to the Morrigan and act in service to my community in her name.

I spent the remainder of my time wandering up and down the eastern bank, picking up litter along the way. I found a couple designs made of the colorful rocks and concrete that are strewn about the beach (photos 8 & 9). At several points in my walking meditations that I would consider instances of synchronicity, I made note of crow calls and their flights overhead on the western side of the river.

With the tide so low, I was hoping to find a hag stone this visit. I had no such luck. I did find chunks of concrete with weathered holes in them, but they were tiny and I’d like something made of actual rock. Again and again I would find stones with divots in them which would wear through if given a bit more time (photo 10). It was as if they were saying, “Not now. Not here. Not today.” Perhaps I’ll find something in the future.

When the sub-freezing temps finally began to chill me, I left for home, where I made my tri-monthly offerings to Anu and Macha for health and prosperity. A day well-spent, in my book. I haven’t gotten outside much since the beginning of October because of my chronic pain. I definitely feel a bit more restored.

[onlyswan]

What’s the secret to maintaining a strong and loving relationship? :) big big bigie fan here of oc

“acknowleding that your partner evolves into a new person as they grow, and falling in love with them all over again each time… hm, i think that is how you maintain a strong and loving relationship.”

you smile, feeling quite emotional after answering the question.

“oh, and thank you! even though i haven’t done anything worthy being a fan of… it would be nice if you can see me as a friend.”

[melanieph321]

"Okay okay so how about one where, the some of the Man Utd teammates are having dinner at a fancy place. Late in the dinner Antony gets bored and starts whispering naughty naughty things to Lisandro. But licha can’t do anything but just squeeze down on Tony’s thigh since everyone else is talking mostly to licha"

You ask and you shall receive!

Enjoy!

Almost the whole team were gathered for dinner, everyone except for Antony, who was late.

"Why is he late?" Lisandro thought to himself. He had to recheck his messages to see if he had texted Antony the right address. He had, still, Antony was late.

It was unlike him and Lisandro hated it, because it made him wonder, "Is he with someone else?"

"Sorry I'm late!"

Lisandro sighed in relief seeing Antony stumble into the obscure section of the restaurant where the team had their table. He wore a leather jacket, black pants and white shoes. All Gucci.

"You're late." Lisandro whispered before pulling Antony a chair to sit next to him.

"Sorry about that, I had some stuff to set up at the house?"

"What stuff?"

"Don't worry about it." He said, taking a seat and acknowleding his temates.

Lisandro frowned "What do you mean don't worry about it?" Obviously this would make him worry about it more.

"You'll see when we get home." Antony said, patting Lisandro's thigh. He let his hand remin there.

Lisandro sat back, still wondering why Antony didn't want to tell him exactly why he arrived late. To be honest he was just glad that Antony was with him now and not with someone else.

The night went on with the team going for a round of drinks before being served what Scott McTominay refered to as, the best Haggis in town.

"What's a Haggis?" Bruno Fernades said. He was looking down on his plate frowning. So did the other non British players, including Lisandro and Antony.

"It's like a mince pie shoved into a sheeps stomach." Scott said.

"A what, shoved into a what?" Players like Bruno pushed their plates in front of them, refusing to eat. Other players like Harry Maguire started digging in like it was a regular Sunday dinner.

"Ugh, I think I'm gonna be sick." Antony said, shoving his plate aside.

"Did you taste it?" Lisandro asked.

"No, but the smell of it..."

"Say no more." Lisandro grimace. He hated mince pie. To think of it stuffed into a sheeps stomach made him question British cuisine entirely. Thank god for Alcohol, Lisandro thought. Scott was paying for everyone drinks, in that way keeping all of them happy. Welp, everyone except for Antony.

"I'm bored." He sighed. "Let's get out of here."

"Can't" Lisandro shrugged.

"Why not?" Antony hand squeezed Lisandro's thigh.

"I promised to give Fred a ride home."  Lisandro removed Antony's hand from his thigh. He was unfaced by Antonys attempt to force a reaction out of him. Antony however, remained steadfast, leaning in to whisper in Lisandro's ear. "You sure? I got somthing for us at home."

Lisandro looked ahead of him but raised a curious brow.

"Come on Licha, don't you want me to show you what I got?"

"Later." Lisandro muttered, once again forced to remove Antony's eager hand from his thigh as it krept closer to his already stiff erection.

He sat back in frustration. "Why are you no fun Licha?"

Lisandro would rember these words for when they got home, which were around midnight after dropping off Fred at his house.

"Almost there."

Antony insistead on covering Lisandro's eyes with his hands as he lead him through the house.

"Don't tell me you bought another stupid gear like that disco pooltable?"

"Actually I did, but I have a feeling your going to like this one."

"I doubt that." Lisandro snorted. Just then Antony made him stumble over the threshold leading out to the patio.

"Watch it." He hissed.

"Sorry." Antony cringed. "Either way you can look now."

They stood outside on the patio. Lisandro batted his eyes adjusting to the dark night. He shook his head. "What exactly am I looking at?"

"Ta da!" Antony stood posing In front of a giant black box.

"A box?" Lisandro frowned. "You bought us a giant black box.

"No Licha." Antony's hands searched for somthing on tge top, a button. Pressing down on it the flap folded open, reavilng a well of blue light.

A smile twitched the corner Lisandro's lips as the blue collar painted the walls around them.

"It's a Jacuzzi." Antony said.

"I can see that."

"Not to bad ey?" Antony grinned, seeing Lisandro didn't yell at him for buying another stupid gear. "I've been busy all day setting it up. That's why I was late for dinner tonight."

Lisandro nodded his head understandingly. "Let's not waste anymore time then."

"Oh."

Antony stumbled back against the jacuzzi as Lisandro stepped forwards, hooking an arm around his neck and pulling his face against his own.

Antony tilted his head back, making Lisandro latch on to his neck, serenading it with wet kisses. "So does this mean I get to buy whatever I want without you questioning my decisions?"

"Shut up." Lisandro huffed, his hands moving on to strip Antony of his jacket. His shirt was next, Lisandro peeling it up and over Antony's head.

"Get in the pool." He commanded.

"With my pants on?" Antony frowned.

"Do as I say. This one is for me not you" Lisandro remembered Antony's teasing at dinner. He would learn not to do that again.

"So...are you getting in with me or what?" Antony stood with water up to his waist, not knowing Lisandro's further intentions.

"Sit down." Lisandro said, watching him spitefully. Antony did what was told and got neck deep with water as he brought himself to his knees.

"Don't take your eyes off me." Lisandro wanted Antony to watch what he had done to him, the suffering Antony had caused him. He began by kicking off his shoes. Then he peeled of his jacket and shirt. He let his hands linger on his belt, making sure to lock eyes with Antony as he revealed his rock hard erection.

"Look what you've done to me." He grunted. "I wanted to fuck your brains out right there at the dinner table."

"Why didn't you?" Antony smiled.

"Cuz you're going to fuck me now with your mouth."

Lisandro stripped himself of his pants and climbed into the jacuzzi. The water was steaming hot, however the sensation was soothing against his skin. He placed himself in front of Antony who remained on his knees.

"Fuck me." He commanded and so Antony took him in, his tounge warm against the tip of his cock. Antony took him in deep, making Lisandro grunt with the sensation. His hand went to rest on Antony's head, pacing him as it got harder not to come.

"Fuck...Tony."

Antony slurred Lisandro's cock in his mouth, wetness dripping down from the side of his mouth. Lisandro had yet given him permission to use his hands, but once he did it was game over for Lisandro.

"Fuuuck."

He fell back with the release, creating small waves in the water. Antony moved to rest his head against Lisandro's chest as the two of them went on to listen to the sounds of the night. The stars in the sky made it a perfect night.

[thebluesthour]

Hi again! I am the anon with my joyful moments recently of gloaming, the poetic twilight. Thank you for your kind answer… it’s probably quite pathetic to say but never had I heard from anyone what I said made them so happy and wanted to keep it close to their heart. (Ppl always tell me when i say such trivial things that I talk weird or take things too seriously. So I was worried that if you’d also feel it’s a weird comment).

It’s such a nice feeling and i read your words so many times so i keep it with me. i will tell ppl loud and clear in the future when their words made me happy and joyful, now I know what it might bring them.

Wish you a nice spring :)

it's not pathetic at all--i think it's difficult, sometimes, to be so openly and unabashedly sincere in your varying delights and wonders; people treat it with suspicion, or embarassment--i'm still not sure why; maybe it has something to do with the discomfort on seeing such an open display of emotions you haven't allowed yourself to express or feel for a long time, as though acknowleding all the little wonders is the unnatural thing as opposed to letting yourself become dismissive or numbed to them. in any case, i'm sorry it hasn't been easy for you to share your joy with others, but i'm glad you felt happy in doing so with me and i meant every word i said. i hope you're able to keep doing so and i also hope that as time goes on you find people who are as receptive and enthusiastic about these things as you are and are willing to share their moments as openly with you as you do with them. i hope you have the most beautiful spring also, anon, with countless more blue-lit and enchanting moments within it 💙

[nothwell]

Thanks to Kassu for this thoughtful review of Fiorenzo!

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The setting here is great: a historical fake Venice with alchemy, myths and legends, and a more equal society. Men and women seemed equal and same sex relationships were at least tolerated. It is not confirmed during the story whether any of the fantasy elements are actually real, so the book can be read as a historical in a fictional country or one can embrace the legends and think of things like dragons really having existed in this world.

A large part of the story is about the main characters getting hurt and then convalescing. Fiore really has to go through a lot of shit, and while majority of it has happened to him before meeting Enzo, there's a fair share still to come. But these two idiots are lovely together, even if they both think themselves unworthy of each other. I adore them both: Fiore with his confidence in his skills as a courtesan while acknowleding how much the profession restricts him, and Enzo, the gentle giant hiding from the world.

~

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Love Across Time Ch. 24 (a SidLink Story)

Ch. 24: The Final Battle

Protecting Zelda was one of the most important jobs that they had to do. Their large army had been seperated into groups each one being led by a champion.

They would each take a section of Hyrule castle and clear it out of monsters or take those that gave up into custody.

To Sidon's surprised he had been asked to take part in being in the team that would help protect Zelda in the center team going into the castle.

She was going for Astor and she had already said she would no stop until this threat was taken care of. With the yiga now they had the numbers.

Link was with him as well which he wondered if Zelda had done on purporse. Their minds were more clear to a point if they were together.

But he had to remember he had to stick with the plan. Despite that he wasn't a plan of it he would not mess it up.

This had to go flawlessly in order for them to win.

At the castle the groups broke off to their respected areas, fighting soon ensuing around them. Sidon swung his tridents as Link used the master sword nearby.

And of course Zelda did her part. She used her magic as if she had been using it for years, not afraid of the golden energy emitting from her hands.

A guardian came charging at them covered in malice, heading towards Zelda at a high speed. Sidon turned to swing his trident.

“Princess! Look out!” Sidon called for her.

Zelda turned slowly, flinching a bit as the guardian came closer.

A large sword soared out of the air and pinned the guardian down, making it cease it's attack. Zelda's eyes widened as she looked up at her savioir.

“Father?” she asked, a soft breath coming from her.

The great King of Hyrule stepped into the room from where he had thrown his sword and rushed up to the small group in the moment of silence from the monsters around them.

King Roahm.

Sidon and Link both sank down to their knees but instead of acknowleding it he wrapped his arms around Zelda and crushed her into a warm hug.

Link and Sidon exchanged glances and slowly rose to their feet as the small family hugged onto one another. Tears ran down Zelda's cheeks, a sad smile on her face as she clung to the only family she had left in her life.

“I thought you were gone,” Zelda said softly to her father, pulling back a bit as she gazed up at the man. Link was hesitant. He had seen the way things had gone between them before all of this had started to happen.

And then Zelda's turmoil that she thought her father had been killed in battle when they had escaped the castle.

“Even guardians cannot take down this mighty king,” Roahm said to her and then wiped away one of her tears with his hand, pecking his daughter on the head. “But I couldn't leave you alone in this world with no one else.”

Zelda gave another teary smile and hugged her father again. He hugged her tight to him and then looked to the two men.

“Thank you for protecting her. I will join your team now to take care of this once and for all. We cleared that hallway there. This could help,” Roahm said.

Link gave a nod and he took the lead to head down that hall, Sidon on his heels as the king and Zelda followed after them.

*

They had closed in on Astor. The man had backed himseinf in a corner, trying to use every dirty trick in the book that he could have.

He summoned monsters nonstop, guardians surrounded in malice, and even had summoned the blights more than once in hopes to get them off of his tail.

But no matter what one group or another made it so that the princess and her friends could get to him. This was not how it was supposed to end.

He was meant to gain Ganon's power and so forth but he was going to be defeated.

He had one more trick up his sleeve but things had to be in place.

Who knew if they brought that little guardian.

Astor let out a grunt of pain as he was blasted back into some rubble by gold light. Zelda approached him with a deadly look in her eyes, hand raised for another attack.

“Give up Astor. And maybe then your punishment won't be so severe,” she said with a frown. Link stood next to her, his sword drawn. Sidon stood on the other side of Zelda, tridents raised and ready for attack.

They were all tired , exhausted even. But they were winning. They were so close that they could taste vistory on their tongues.

A little more and Sidon could swoop in to hold Link close and kiss him in victory for a job well done on everyone's part.

Astor glared at the princess, noting that more of her troops were closing in on their area. He had to do something fast or he certianly would face defeat.

And that was when he saw him. The small guardian by Zelda's feet, poised and seemed to be ready to attack again.

“Fools,” Astor said with a laugh. “You unknowingly brought me an ally.”

The three of them looked at one another.

“I think you've got it wrong. None of us would turn on one another,” Link said, taking a steap forward. “Now let's do this the hard way since you insist on it.”

Astor held his head back and laughed once more, then shooting a ball of malice towards them. Zelda dodged easily, confused as to why he had aimed it right at her feet.

But the realization hit her too late. The malice surrounded their little guardian friend, the light that was once blue now fading into a pinkish purple.

“Link! Sidon! The guardian!” she cried out, the little guardian starting to morph. The three of them watched in horror as it shifted it's parts seeming to grow arms and legs. Astor laughed hard as weapons appeared in its hands and it made a warning noise as its final try to warn off the malice that had controlled it.

“Oh but you had brought me an ally. Now attack my minon!” Astor cried.

Zelda tried her magic on it, Link swinging his sword with Sidon next to him.

The guardian was fast moving and was able to dodge easily. He was such a small thing, he could effect all of them in different ways. Sidon had the hardest time being so tall.

With a small beam the guardian knocked Zelda clear off her feet. Link swung his sword, the guardian rising up to stand on his sword as Link swung it down.

Blue eyes widened in fear as the minon aimed it's arm back to thrust its spear forward.

Sidon had rushed forward in a flash of red, putting himself between Link and the guardian, taking the full force of the spear into his chest.

He grunted, having swung his trident at the same time and got it right in its side.

“Sidon!” Link cried out.

The guardian staggered back, pulling its spear with it. Sidon clutched at his chest, panting heavily as he felt blood ooze from the wound and down his side.

“What's the matter with you,” Astor growled at the guardian. “Attack!”

The guardian made a noise and ran at Astor this time, but its eye still pink.

Astor was confused until the guardian latched itself to his face.

He let out a scream as it attatched itself to him and surrounded them both in a pinkish ligh made from malice.

But Link paid no attention, watching things in slow motion as Sidon knelt down on the ground, breathing heavily and coughed up blood into his other hand.

“Sidon!” Link cried out again, approaching the Zora quickly but Zelda put her hand in between the two of them as she faced Astor still.

“Still be on guard Link!” she said to him. “No distractions.”

Link's face filled with rage at her words and he glared at te mosnter that had formed from the two beings.

“You have taken my patience for granted,” came a dark voice out of it's mouth. “My patience is now gone. You will now be my vessel.”

The monster pushed from the ground and into the sky, heading further into the castle. Zelda grit her teeth.

“We must follow,” she said to them, turning to them and then her heart dropped. Link craddled Sidon's head in his lap as he settled the large Zora down.

“Sidon,” Link whispered, pressing a piece of cloth from his tunic onto the wound on his side. Sidon coughed again, tears forming in Link's eyes and freely dripped down his cheeks.

“Link,” Sidon said, trying his best to give him a smile and he rose his hand to his chest like he used to, the glint of his smile dulled with the blood in his mouth.

“Stay with me okay? We're supposed to go around Hyrule together after this remember?” Link said to him, hands shaking as he pressed the wound more. “We made that promise together that one night. Remember?”

“I remember,” Sidon said to him softly, his hand reaching out to pet his cheek. “We'll still do it together. I promise.”

“Sidon!” came Mipha's voice soon after as her group approached. Urbosa's came not too far behind from the other side.

The smaller zora knelt next to them, trying to asses the damage.

“He took a spear to save me,” Link said. “And now I...I can't stop the bleeding Mipha. What do I do to help him?”

“You must go with the princess and the others and go after him,” Sidon said to Link. Link's blue eyes widened and he shook his head.

“No, I won't leave you,” Link said, grasping his hand tightly. “I won't let us be apart again. Not after last time.”

Sidon knew what he meant. When the Link he knew passed away.

“I'm not going anywhere. I'll be here when you get back. I cannot come with you, but we're so close to finally finishing this. Zelda needs you,” Sidon urged.

Link bit his lip  bit. He knew what he had to do. But he had to try to keep Sidon alive. He was the reason that Sidon got hurt, at least in his own mind.

“I've got him,“Mipha said softly to Link.  “I will do what I can with as much healing as I can. Go now. Before it's too late.”

Link swallowed, picking up the master sword once more and slowly stood Sidon's hand still clutched into one of his own.

“I will be back. And then we will start making travel plans, okay?” Link asked with a wobbly smile on his face.

“Okay,” Sidon said to him with a sad smile, his hand slowly pulling away from Link as the hero turned to follow the large group after Astor.

“Be safe,” Sidon said softly to him as he left, looking to his sister as she tried to heal the wound on his side.

“Stay awake Sidon,” She urged im. “I'm not sure how much I can do...”

“I'll try,” Sidon said, though his body was starting to feel cold.

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