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whatsyaname · 10 months ago

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Hi.

I can't reveal who i am but i used to be a ex moot of tee (@/saetoru) and i don’t care if this seems cowardly to make a page just to call her out. after seeing lots of people share their experiences with tee i’d like to also add and show some of the stuff she’s done to remind people she’s not as angelic as she makes herself out to be.

me and tee weren’t close as she was with her little clique (they know who they are) and other people but the main reason we aren’t moots anymore is because i broke the mutual. after seeing a callout post about her way back in oct. 2023 with other people’s stories in the thread of reblogs / link (i’m sure you guys saw)

i simply didn’t wanna be associated with someone like that. i was just confused why tee was acting like it wasn’t her fault. she said she doesn’t have to provide proof because she doesn’t owe anyone anything when that doesn’t make sense. because if you’re gonna accuse someone, always provide proof otherwise it’s safe to assume you’re lying.

this was Tee’s response back in october to her being called out by one of her old moots also, she deleted this a few days before she returned to make it seem like nothing happened but oh it did. i’m putting this here for people to see again (if you already haven’t) because just look at this.

this is what a narcissistic manipulator sounds like!

the biggest thing that made me scratch my head was for her to immediately bring up past drama to redirect the situation and make herself seem like the good person, and address the other party as a “white girl who blackfishes,” and she tried taking the attention off her to bring up palestine.

are you serious? if she so called “blackfished” why were you supporting/defending her in the first place? shouldn’t you be in the wrong too? the party she was talking about didn’t even blackfish, from what i can recall it was a simple tan so again, this was Tee reaching and blowing things way out of proportion.

she keeps mentioning some random bnha blog but never gives the @ so she’s probably lying. how are you gonna accuse someone of plagiarism then your only evidence is “oh me and my moots saw the whole thing, so you know i’m not lying.” girl bffr. and for her to even say something as childish and stupid as “she’s stolen ppl’s skin tones and she’s stolen their ideas. not much to left to take besides your identity at that!”

you and i both read that right? this is a supposed 20+ year old, saying something as kiddish as that. she even exposed the persons @ in the tags and why did she do that? so she can make her thousands of followers / anons spam their inbox with threats, derogatory names, and literally anything else. and she has the nerve to say she’s not enabling that kind of behavior with her audience. she’s abusing her following and it’s showing.

and for her to sit there and say it’s not her fault for being in her own space and name dropping people without actually name dropping them is just absurd. subposting is the lowest of the low. If you’re gonna talk shit at least put the url while you’re at it. people can tell who you’re talking about even if you’re being discrete.

She has a private blog called @/clorindes where she uses it to "vent" and bash writers and laugh it off with her moots and even followers.

i know of this particular blog because like many others, if you followed tee that blog (her private) would appear in ‘blogs like…’ or ‘recommended to follow.’ after tee got called out, she privated it but it’s still up.

(i recommend blocking that blog) because i’m sure she’ll activate it again once things settle. i hope that’s not the case because how many drama, discourse posts, call outs does it take for her to fully leave this platform? this is chronically online mentality at its finest.

it’s been an ongoing rumor that tee has this tumblr 'burn book' to blacklist writers on this platform and it’s proven to be true. some of tees even own mutuals are in there, and its just embarrassing. you have to constantly remind yourself this is a 20+ y/o person acting like this, out of all platforms, tumblr…

i remember a while back tee drove off a few blogs just for having the same theme concepts as her. (is that even a thing?) like tee used to have instagram themes i think, yet when she found other blogs having the same, she’d send her thousands of anons to harass that person, and be so butthurt over a theme.

not gonna lie, her themes are generically basic and doesn’t even look like it takes much effort. so what is there to copy. i’m not saying copying themes are good and okay, but she takes things too far. i can see if it’s writing, but a theme or a layout? i just find it so mind boggling people stick by her side and support her still.

from her old blog she’d always say sneaky comments like these and laugh it up with her mutuals in the comments. it’s really…something, because why do you care what those writers do? she reeks of jealousy and envy, literally look at her tone.

“we all know yall just want the notes and numbers.” um, yeah? everyone wants recognition on their work, it feels good to know your works being appreciated. and her jab at shading writers who write half paragraphs was so unnecessary. because again, why do you care? how are those writers hyping each other up seen as ‘shady’ or ‘fishy’ behavior? just say you’re jealous and go.

she acts like she doesn’t do the exact same thing with her cult of friends on tumblr, spamming the tags with wtv.

miss tee, flat out you’re a nobody.

you have no right to judge how someone write. who cares if you have 30k+ followers on this old ass site. congrats ….i guess? in the real world, you’re just a miserable person who likes torturing people online.

she has this thing of coming after upcoming big blogs, if i’m not mistaken, the most recent one was a known jjk writer, kazu _____ another was a popular multi account munson____, and there were multiple others i’m sure. her following count boosts her ego a lot, that i can see. and she thinks it’s okay to say whatever and not get held accountable. well now she is.

notice how she came back to tumblr after a two month hiatus, turned anons on then back off. and shes been inactive for a few days. she’s running away from the drama because she knows exactly it’s no one’s fault but hers.

if you look through the long thread i linked earlier, actually read through the reblogs. if multiple various ppl are coming out to share their experiences (with receipts) chances are you should be able to tell who’s lying! she needs to be stopped and ran off the app, not those blogs who didn’t do anything. tee’s been involved with drama for a long time like i said before, way back in her tokyo rev/hq era in her @/hanmas era. so about three to four years ago.

it’s been said tee and her mutuals send anons to harass other writers and i wouldn’t be surprised if that’s true.

again, it’s a shame you have to remind yourself this is a grown woman in her twenties acting like this on tumblr. it’s sickening and she needs to grow up, and get the hell off this platform before she drives anyone else off.

thats all! thank you for reading

#saetoru #Hope she sees this too.#stop supporting her #her moots and followers who ignore her are JUST as bad as her #she’s been in drama since 2021 (her tokrev era)#get a grip this is tumblr dot com #She needs a reality check and it should have been her ran off the app instead of those innocent blogs #to people who lost their blogs to her I’m so sorry #I hope you all are at peace.

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divinekangaroo · 10 months ago

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Was thinking a bit deeper on @deadendtracks query https://www.tumblr.com/divinekangaroo/740003125539307520/i-clipped-this-from-your-post-because-its-easier?source=share

Snipped for sex talk, and also to spare any disinterested parties my naiveity on complex matters such as: subaltern/Orientalism/exoticism/Othering/ethnic talk etc

In hindsight I think I answered that query as a ‘possible authorial intent’ - speculatively, to subvert the usual gangster trope by displaying macho-ish behaviours (sex! whores!) but flipping motivation and outcome.

But there's also something else that's been churning away at the back of my head, the term subaltern. "the most powerless people living within the socio-economic confines of imperialism" -- and this imperialist overlay that often assigns the devious, deviant, dark, scheming/conniving/machavellian/feminine characteristics to the subaltern man, too, because it is exotic.

I haven't properly structured an argument around this; I feel a lot of T's approach to sex has that almost woman-coded thing to it, as signifiers of an even-further-disadvantaged man. It nags at me and feels that this also ties into this subaltern, semi-'Orientalist' / exotic layer he has as 'lower than the lowest class' / 'actually so low class he's outside of class' Romani character -> less of a stereotype, more of a conscious consideration of "if you have nothing, you will use everything you can, and sometimes that includes your own body, and guess what here's the bind: that kinda puts you even *lower* in the hierarchy, because women are lower than men and only women use their bodies that way!"

Gut instinct, barely unpacked: there's an imperialist/cultural/ethnic trauma that feels like it can't be detached from Tommy's sexuality/approach to sex any more than the hints of childhood trauma or abuse can be, either. Especially when you consider childhood as his closest time still connected to the living Romani culture, as opposed to by the time we see him on screen when his interactions with his culture are static and based on childhood/broken memories. I was initially put off by the Romani layer because it felt like a stereotype - gangs followed ethnic lines so let's just apply an ethnicity that's ~exotic~ - but the later series re-frame the earlier approach into something that shows it was almost never intended to be a representation of the culture but rather, more like Tommy's particular (distorted, damaged) view.

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But then also answering the personal side of the question RE: Tommy's character. What does it mean for a person/individual to be so transactional and detached from sex yet participatory towards it?

This gets a little more headcanon-y:

T started having sex or being sexualised (seeing/experiencing sex) really young in a less than affectionate way - more like, here is a thing that must be done for some other action to happen (or be diverted).

Because of this, I can’t ever see him permitting himself to perform that ‘hungry to totally surrender his control and desires to someone else’ role so frequently given to him in fanon. What happened with Tatiana was an exception, not a rule. It’s nice to read for various reasons, but I'm unlikely to personally lean into this take. Not to say he's dominating or must be fully in control during sex, either, just that I think he'd avoid leaning into surrender because it'd be like losing total control of a transaction and becoming far too vulnerable.

Despite that I do feel he has an urge for connection/intimacy, I think he struggles with actually connecting deeply with people, reading sexual cues/flirtation or the like. In some ways, he connects too deeply and therefore holds back? I did have thoughts along the asexual line. He likes certain people, and he mostly enjoys the physical act of sex, and these two things can overlap to ‘I would like sex with this certain person’, but there’s a big gap between the two. Deep connection is unrelated to sex. Can't read flirt cues to the point he leapfrogs straight to the 'do you want to fuck?' almost as an abstraction because he can never decode the in-between steps?

Notwithstanding any deep connection, sex is still considered/framed as duty and obligation. His approach with Lizzie in S6 as case in point; he is conscious of his role and considers it a thing that must be performed to satisfy that role. Even S5, it feels like a 'seal the deal' sex exchange; he knows she likes it, she just told him so and that it's important to her, so all right, he's going to let loose.

This difficulty with 'is this connection? not sure?' is one reason why I think he is mostly about family (he can take connection for granted and has had a really really long time to build it). He also has a surprisingly large *respectful* but superficial network (he knows the right behaviours but rarely gets personal), very few close friends (honestly is this just Alfie? Maybe, once, Freddie and Barney? even Johnny Dogs and Uncle Charlie are subordinate). Which lends itself very effectively to leadership, to be honest, but also loneliness: again it feels like he's performing connection.

I really struggle with picturing him feeling much physical attraction without consciously focusing on it. He seems to spark for people (or maybe situations/dynamics - classy women?) not their physical, and when I’m in headcanon mode, it’s familiarity that builds his fondness for certain aspects of a person's physicality, rather than their physicality attracting him initially. So either he wants sex (release) and it's not really relevant who with, or he wants the person and sex is acceptable/better with that person. And there's a conscious switch in his head like, "ok now paying attention to physical attraction because must have sex" or "switch it off not important right now"

#more rambling sorry #some of these might be considered trauma responses but my preference is to think he is/was always going to be this way *somewhat*#because he is this way.the particular traumas he went through were able to be framed in ways that allowed him to continue…for a while #i try to avoid the trope of 'ah traumatic sexually fraught childhood=sexually destroyed forever'#i'm constantly trying to write my take on these as Him.not Consequential Trauma Reactions per Mccaffreyism ‘anal turns het men gay’ approac #of course the trauma embeds and distorts relationships and behaviours in other ways so it's not always simple or without overlap #I still long for some decent meta on the Romani.ethnicity.imperialism layer but without uni-level analytical terminology feel like--#i'd have to out myself for pseudoauthority to write it. so i try to write it into stories and instead think wistfully--#--about the strangeness of finding imperialist cultural alienation reflections/recognitions in *this* sort of media of all things XD

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microwaving-tesilid-argente · 1 year ago

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thinking about reed's worldview & morality makes me feel sooo insane this guy contains such multitudes it's crazy

(major spoilers for reed's backstory)

like i mean when you take into account all of tesilid's timelines you see him at his lowest and then get up from it and you realise that hey his lowest was pretty low but it really is so far from his default. he did commit atrocities but like it's not an inherent part of him. when he decided comitting atrocities wasn't worth it anymore he did just stop, because being evil wasn't really very important to him anyway.

my read on reed's motivation is that it's not really about him being evil and wanting to cause pain, but a desperate attempt to save himself. i don't really see all his mass murdering as him being inherently evil tbh because like. he had saved the world 8+ times and all of that reset. what is the worth of other people's lives, when any joy they experience, any pain they felt, would no longer exist except for in his memories? i think to reed, every other person becomes like a video game character. it's perhaps disturbing but the immorality of killing them is a little suspect because death and suffering doesn't even have long-term consequences for said person anyway. reed causing some massive destruction is just... morbid entertainment? reed certainly smiles (smirks) more than he ever does as tesilid. glad he's having fun(?). like everyone in the timeline is going to die anyway according to his plans, and they and anyone else who lived didn't have a future even if he did fail, so what does it matter if they died now or not.

but even after he's become uncorrupted tesilid again, it's still clear that he remains angry and vengeful. he chokes and scares the bandit leader Just Because. The bandit leader in this timeline doesn't even know what tesilid is taking revenge for, so all that scaring is really just for tesilid's own satisfaction. Scaring the hell out of the bandit leader is important enough to tesilid that he risks ailette seeing this happen if she just turned around a little early. And in the pandora's box dungeon, he lied to the order of light pillars about having lost his memories about the sculptor's atelier, but "don't worry my memories are coming back!" There's literally no reason for him to lie in this particular way, if not to see them squirm. and he purposely leaves them with ailette, whom he knows will beat them black and blue for him. he's still going to sacrifice himself for others and put himself in danger, but he's not above some schadenfreude and taking delight in the pain of those who'd wronged him, he's not some saint.

he's still angry and vengeful but even as readers we rarely get to see this side of him, because there are things more important to him than revenge. And doesn't that say something about his capacity to love and to be good. Even after hitting the lowest of low, he still picks himself up. He cares about Ailette's safety so much and tries to get along with her family. I kind of wonder if he woke up and went yeah that "destroy everything" plan was kind of whatever let's try something else this time, and picked up his moral compass where he dropped it under the kitchen counter. his attitude to cardinal cartelyena dooming him to a really terribad punishment is really just "yah i was objectively bad so i don't even hold anything against you lol".

like. shakes him up and down. the way he decides to mass murder and then some time after goes actually you know what sorry god that wasn't very nice of me i think i'll be good this time and he genuinely means it. it's so funny he has such a range and it doesn't compromise the integrity of his character at all, his core still feels the same. do you get me. like he's always been intrinsically inclined towards doing good and he has a great deal of patience, but he can also snap and be angry and decide to just be evil but it also doesnt make his inclinations towards goodness any less real you know what i mean.

also he's so good at lying that it's funny. he's lying all the time and no one even questions it, because why would he lie? he's the pushover doormat who always sacrifices himself for others. the only way you would know that he's lying was if you already somehow knew the truth. and you sure as hell aren't getting it out of him. honesty being a virtue (generally speaking) and he doesn't have an ounce of it. and none of the people in universe would even consider it.

edit: i realised that it's not really accurate to say that destroying the world wasn't that important to reed anyway, because reed did expressedly reject ailette because he was so hell-bent on destroying the world. ah well we all have times when we hit rock bottom and he sure hit at least 500km past that. whatever, the point is that he did that and then went oh whoops let's not do that this time and genuinely meant it. what a guy. i love all the character development he goes through. and the great changes he goes through doesn't feel contrived at all.

#s-class heroine spoilers #roast potato #from my drafts #penned august 21

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gothicprep · 1 year ago

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the new statesman recently published dueling essays by richard dawkins and jacqueline rose. dawkins' essay is entitled "Why biological sex matters" and rose's is "The gender binary is false"

i'm not envious of rose's position here at all. dawkins, for all his issues, is a very clear science writer, which redounds to him being a better writer in general. but it's beyond frustrating to see someone defending a position i agree with with extremely low quality argumentation.

rose writes:

"What is a woman?” The formulation has the merit of suggesting that to be a woman, far from being obvious, is a question, and one susceptible to more than a single reply. This is encouraging at a time when the fight over the definition of what a woman is has taken on such virulence. Being a woman is at risk of becoming a protected category, as the binary man/woman hardens into place.

at risk... of becoming... a protected category... well, i have some news for you that you're not going to like. i'm not sure how it's evaded you for this long, but better late than never, huh?

i'm inferring here that rose is using it in a more colloquial sense than i'm reading this. but "protected category" has a very specific (and legal) definition so. i'm not sure why you'd verbalize your point this way. but even that colloquial usage doesn't work! rose is a feminist professor, and i'm sure she'd agree that women have to deal with some metric of vulnerability.

she continues:

This is happening even though it has always been a central goal of feminism to repudiate the very idea of womanhood, as a form of coercive control that means the end of freedom.

holy fuck, this is so stupid. or more fairly, this is highly debatable and it comes down to what she's talking about when she says "womanhood". and she never spells it out.

and. um. let's get to the "best" part...

In fact, the term “female”, as distinct from women, has its own tale. As the New York Magazine critic Andrea Long Chu has written in her book Females (2019), the biological category “female”, as it is understood today, was developed in the 19th century as a way of referring to black slaves. A female black slave was someone refused “the status of social and legal personhood”. To that extent, Chu observes, “a female has always been less than a person”. To assume that “female” is a neutral biological category is, therefore, historically naive and racially blind.

uh. alright. this isn't true. like at all. don't even get me started on andrea long chu dude. sure, she went to duke, but that doesn't exonerate her from being a bullshit artist. which she is. and from what i've read of her work, i seriously don't understand why she transitioned at all. in her mind, women are pretty much empty holes for the world to abuse. maybe she, like, hates herself and the "women are the lowest thing on earth, this is what i deserve" thing is an insane projection. who knows? you couldn't make me bother wanting to figure it out if you paid me.

but this also isn't an accurate reading of that part of chu's book either... this is what it actually says.

As far back as the 14th century, the word female was used to refer to women, with a particular emphasis on their childbearing capacity. But it arguably didn't acquire the technical sense of "a human mammal of the female sex" until the rise of the biological disciplines of the 19th century. In the United States, the man known as the father of gynecology, J. Marion Sims, built the field in the Antebellum South, operating on enslaved women in his backyard, often without anesthesia or, of course, consent. As C. Riley Snorton has recently documented, the distinction between biological females and women as a social category, far from a neutral scientific observation, developed precisely in order for the cap to block women from being recognized as female, making Sims' research applicable to his women patients in polite white society without being granted legal personhood. Sex was produced, in other words, precisely at the juncture that gender was denied. In this sense, a female has always been less than a person.

so, c riley snorton is a black trans scholar at uchicago. chu's referencing chapter 1 of his book called "Black on Both Sides: A Racial History of Trans Identity". i read that chapter, and i cannot for the life of me figure out where she got this idea that snorton is arguing that sims invented a new meaning for the term "female" for racist reasons or for any other reason. i don't speak theory, so maybe i missed it, but i think what's happening here is that jacqueline rose is misreading andrea long chu, who's misreading c rily snorton, who may very well be misreading j marion sims for all i know. snorton says in the introduction to his book, quote: "This is not a history per se, so much as it is a set of political propositions, theories of history, and writerly experiment." so there's that. and if you look up the etymology for the term female (which i did, i've gotten this far), it comes from the latin word for young woman or girl. so even in the 14th century, the term was applied to people.

this is just... laughable, honestly. is jacqueline rose going senile? are we human or are we dancer? i just wish people wouldn't throw up all this smoke to make these bullshit arguments. you can support trans rights without doing this shit.

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returntosaturn271995 · 1 year ago

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Wednesday, September 27th, 2023: Long Roads

"So that’s how you grow mental toughness. One task at time, believing that you can change and evolve, taking failures and notes to growth and not to heart.

The person I’m most proud of as I lay here in bed, not bullying myself, but helping myself inch forward: is who I was as my lowest. Debating suicide, hiding under much rougher covers. That girl, so sensitive and hurt, knew enough to get help and keep trying with a map she hadn’t created yet and with no light to walk towards. She pulled herself up with no promises that things would get easier.

That takes fucking grit. And I can practice on it more. I can get better at it. I put my hand on my heart and feel it beating: it’s never stopped since day one. Neither have I. I have gotten myself here."

One year ago today, my life was going to get a little worse and then much better. This was my first floor. I like to think I'm on the third floor right now. New job, higher salary, new housemate, new friends, new running habit, new yoga habit, new home decor and deep cleaning, new medicine, and new wardrobe. I had just started meditating and literally never cooked.

These are all huge upgrades that happened the way everything does: slowly and then all at once. I had to lose things to replace them with better things. They were lessons I was lucky to learn and a sign that sometimes the universe really is working in your favor even on your shittiest days. You just have to be friends with yourself first.

I thought of a year ago as a low, but even then I was striving and starting to improve: after all, I had been lower. I can't remember the last time I had suicidal thoughts and they used to play in my mind like a soundtrack at a party I was desperate to leave.

Now I have a map to reference and light to see. Things did get easier and then easier still.

In comparison to before, today was downright cheerful. Makenna and I went shopping for a card and bag at Pangea Outpost for Hannah's birthday present. We (well, I), picked a David from Schitt's Creek-themed card where he talks about crying a little and popping a pill. The bag is an obnoxious bright pink and covered in stars. I also got an orchid and sea salt candle for myself because we all deserve a little treat. My room has been smelling amazing because I switched out the Pura pods to Capri by Volcano and some mango-esque scent.

It's the little things. Like dusting my shutters and drinking from a fat coffee mug, that makes me feel like my corner of the universe is more airy and bright than it's ever been.

Afterward, we stopped by Sprouts and picked up some Ollipop Colas because Hannah is obsessed with them. Then I finished up work for the day, accidentally showing up to a meeting while wearing my "Gay for Soccer" ballcap for a good 15 seconds before whipping it off.

I redownloaded Daily Yoga and am dedicating 20 minutes tonight to stretching my calves before attempting another 5 K tomorrow. No shin splints this time. Also carbo-loading with homemade smoked gouda cheeseburgers with caramelized onion and roasted delicata squash.

I showered deeply and stood in the steam, breathing into my stomach and praying to no one in particular that some of the rough plaster I've been covering myself with to say safe is cracking off and away. Strong and vulnerable instead of brittle and shielded.

Is there something worthy, strange, and ethereal underneath my skin that makes all of this worth it? Unerasible and deeper than addiction and bad self-esteem. When I'm serene, and the tasks of the day have been crossed off their lists, there's a golden flutter of something like purpose.

An intuition that good things are coming, the best things yet to arrive. It's what got me through in the pit and it's what is pushing me forward still.

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dandelionsarenotfruit · 1 year ago

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This is my paternal grandfather standing in Mannheim, Germany, during World War II. An emaciated young German man is in the window behind him. My grandfather was part of the 42nd "Rainbow" Infantry Division that aided in the liberation of the Dachau concentration camp.

He died when I was only 4, but my dad said that his father barely ever spoke to him of his service and the things he witnessed because it was too harrowing for him. I think about him any time I read about neo-Nazis because it offends me so much that the very thing he fought so hard against has arisen again, perpetrated by people who don't seem to care about the ramifications of their actions. People who think that racial and religious and cultural persecution is acceptable. People who apparently feel very flippantly about genocide.

I don't think my grandfather would have dealt well with the news of the last few years after what he saw in Germany, and I think that's true for the thousands of soldiers who fought against the Nazis. I'm a pacifist, but I understand we will never live in a world without war and strife, and I am against the military industrial complex, but have the utmost respect for veterans (I also think that, for all of its rhetoric, the United States falls extremely short when it comes to providing for its own soldiers when their service ends). People like my grandfather put their lives on the line to stop genocide and now there are fools who would dare to co-opt that dangerous rhetoric? To raise their arms in that salute? To take that symbol (which was itself stolen and twisted) and put it on their wall?

The very fact that neo-Nazis exist in this world makes me so angry. Considering the concerted efforts made to end their original regime, you have to be the lowest of the low to ever propagate something so harmful to millions of people, something that ended family lines and tore apart a continent. And to think that this type of person would probably want to blithely complain that no one "supports our troops" or respects the Army, all while holding the very symbol that soldiers like my grandfather rallied against. What could be less respectful of "our troops" than that? What the hell do they think "our troops" were fighting against? You don't get to glamorize war and service without understanding what the war was about and what the service did. Can you imagine these torch-waving sycophants being transported to the 1940s? Every American would have run them out of town on a rail. It is WILD that an American would decide to emulate the far right. To my knowledge, the Germans of today have zero tolerance for anyone even pretending to be a Nazi or making light of these beliefs and that's exactly how we should treat it, too. With a grave understanding that we can't ever truly comprehend just how many lives were lost, stolen, terminated, and a fierce determination to never allow that to happen again.

This probably isn't as clear of a post as I want it to be, but I have thought about this so many times and I'm proud of my grandfather for doing what he did, at untold personal cost. I wish I could have spoken to him about his service; I'm not sure he would have been able to say anything, though. I'm just so disappointed and frankly livid on his behalf that this particular evil rose again so quickly.

Also, I have a very German last name and significant German heritage through my grandfather and I imagine that that, too, must have pained him. To see the country his ancestors came from held hostage by a delusional and soulless tyrant.

#germany #wwii #history #ancestors #liberation #world war two #42nd infantry division #antinazi

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casspurrjoybell-22 · 1 year ago

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Master - Chapter 35a

*Warning: Adult Content

- Lincoln -

"Okay Master, close your eyes," Kalem says from the bathroom, his excitement making his words rushed.

"They're closed," I reply with a growing smile.

"You have to close them super tight," Kalem demands making me chuckle with amusement.

There wasn't a thing Kalem could do that wouldn't succeed in enamouring me completely.

"They are closed super tight, I promise love," I raise my hands to cover my eyes for good measure so that Kalem wouldn't doubt me once he came out.

"Alright," Kalem says, his voice coming from directly in front of me now.

He was getting really good at popping about now, time rarely stopped unless he willed it to.

Arias had explained to us that Kalem's powers or rather his magic, would be at it's strongest when he was at his highest or lowest.

His angel side fed off of his happier emotions...

Excitement, joy, peace, contentment and comfort.

While his demon side would feed off of the darker emotions...

Anger, sadness, fear, disappointment and pain.

Kalem had been nothing but smiles since we returned from the pixie festival and though I couldn't say I felt the same about all that happened on that particular night, I was happy that he was still riding the high of it.

"You can only open your eyes on the count of three," Kalem instructs seriously so I nod.

"Okay. One. Two. Three. Open. Open. Open."

Pulling my hands away, I open my eyes with a large smile already stretching across my lips before I find Kalem twisting from side-to-side in his little outfit.

It wasn't the same servant's attire he'd been so in love with in his earliest days with me, he'd gotten rid of that one a few weeks ago.

He'd said that even though he loved the outfit very much, it was something he thought were meant for slaves when he'd worn it before.

And now he didn't feel right wearing it when he knew that that wasn't what he was or what he even wanted to be.

But even as it'd been a good decision to make on his part, he'd been a little pouty since he threw it out and Malcolm had sought to resolve the problem on his own accord.

He'd gotten this new get-up for Kalem as a gift that was similar in some aspects but much more... Kalem.

The main colour scheme was still black and white, with tight, black slacks and soft fitting dress shoes that were black as well.

His shirt was a white overhead top, with a low-hanging v-neck and short sleeves.

The top resembled the elf's clothing with its looseness that suited Kalem beautifully, as all things tended to.

The 'Kalem' parts of the little outfit were the little highlights of yellow that popped out subtly enough.

The handkerchief that Kalem had tucked in his back pocket was a soft yellow, the bottom outline of his shirt was yellow and the little bow he'd clipped into his hair was yellow as well.

I was sure there was also a jacket to add to this ensemble but Kalem had opted not to wear it now for this showcasing.

Even so, the outfit was like a combination of every form of Kalem there was, all wrapped up into one enamouring bundle.

"Master, say something," Kalem whines as he twists in front of me.

Doing a twirl and then another to give me the full picture.

At my dropped gaze, Kalem giggles while still bouncing around on his toes.

"Tell me how good I look."

With a chuckle, I pull Kalem in by his waist so that he's standing between my legs.

As he slides his hands over my shoulder and to my neck, I look up to him with a matching grin.

His hazel eyes were bright and wanting, a little nervous too but there was no need for nerves with me, not when I loved him so very much.

"You look absolutely gorgeous my love," I declare, my heart was stagnant and withered inside but it felt so whole now as I looked up at everything that was right and good in my world.

If I had one, I knew it'd be racing as hard and furiously as Kalem's was against me.

Kalem beams at me before he bites into his lip in a failed effort to quiet his joyous sounds.

He struggles to hold my gaze as he climbs on top of me, straddling me with a shy smile that was more than a little suggestive.

When Kalem felt shy, he had a tendency to try and distract me in any way he could so he could make the feeling go away.

But I was determined to have him hear my words since he'd asked for them, there would plenty of time to enjoy his body afterwards.

"You look beautiful, like the angel you are and sinfully sexy like your demon side as well."

Kalem's cheeks heat and his eyes dart away from mine but his smile doesn't diminish in the slightest.

"You look stunning baby, stunning."

"Lincoln," Kalem whines in a high pitched squeal, his eyes trying and failing to hold my gaze.

"You are perfect, Kalem," I finish as I lock my fingers together at the dip in his back.

Blushing profusely now, Kalem wraps his arms around me and takes us both down onto the bed with another squeal, while he tries to hide in my shoulder.

Kalem loved compliments, especially on the days like today where he was 'feeling himself', a little more than usual.

But he was also terribly shy at receiving them, he grew embarrassed and giggly, like he couldn't believe so many pretty words could be used to describe him.

But that was alright, for now, we had eternity to spend together, so I knew that I had plenty of time to make him grow accustomed to them.

"I'm glad that you like it," Kalem mumbles against me.

"I more than like it, love," I promise while running a hand through his hair, carefully not to disturb the bow.

The bow was the only part of the outfit that was a piece from me and it had been a complete gamble that, thankfully, had been the right choice.

When we were raiding the Elf's closet for pixie attire, Kalem had wondered off into Malcolm's massive closet and in there, he'd spotted a bow for what I imagined was the first time.

It had been tied to the back of one of Malcolm's more elaborate outfits from centuries ago and was disturbingly massive, tied in the perfect knot that sat where his butt would be.

I had watched quietly as Kalem had marvelled at it with wide eyes, wanting it so desperately without allowing himself to say so.

When we'd returned home, I'd scoured the internet for bowed accessories that I hoped would please him as much.

Then I'd gone out to buy as many as I could for him.I would never forget Kalem's reaction for as long as I lived.

Words became impossible for him to form when he laid eyes on all the clips, rings, necklaces and much more I'd gotten for him.

He'd stammered about himself while tears streamed down his face, unable to stop himself from popping in and out and all around his room while he screamed with joy.

But when he eventually remembered how to use words again, it was only a continuous stream of my favourite three.

Yeah, I would never forget that.

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ghost-mp4 · 3 years ago

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ONE TOO MANY LEVELS

characters -> bokuto koutarou

summary -> after receiving a vibrator as a gag gift from you, bokuto puts it to use, only to knock the remote off of his nightstand and turn it all the way up

warnings -> NSFW / MDNI, dom!gn!reader, overstimulation, vouyerism (NONCON when it happens but neither party is actually hurt by it), sort of solo bokuto until the end

notes -> i'm gonna be honest, i have no clue how to tag this, but it's not as dark as the warnings make it seem

bokuto knew that you had given him the vibrator as a gag gift. he also knew based off of the bright laughter that left your lips, that he looked very flustered. "relax, big boy," you had said, "i'm messing with you. here's your real gift," and you gave him a second bag.

after a few weeks of the wireless vibrator sitting at the bottom of a drawer and plaguing his thoughts, he decided to take it out and give it a go, and it wasn't long before he was laying back on his bed with two knuckles slicked with lube in his ass. even with his own careful prodding against his prostate, he would gasp and shake, but bokuto never claimed to be a patient man.

as soon as he was sure he'd be able to push the vibrator into himself easily, he did it as quickly as he could, sucking in a sharp breath when it pushed right up against his prostate.

"ohh, fuck," he let his head thump back against his pillow and let out the shaky breath he was holding. with careful fingers, he reached for the remote and turned it up to the lowest setting. the sudden vibrations, even as low as they were, were enough to get his thighs to shake.

after a moment of trying to get used to the intrusive and nearly addicting feeling of the vibrations, he tentatively placed a hand around his cock. even that light touch had him whining and begging no one in particular for something he wasn’t sure of. every stroke of his hand made his legs twitch and his voice hitch.

"please, 'm gonna-" his back arched suddenly and he shook from the force of his orgasm, his voice pitching up into a whine. with the vibrator still on, he tried to move himself close enough to the edge of the bed to reach for the controller sitting on his nightstand, but he shifted the wrong way and a nearly painful jolt of overstimulation flew up his spine.

the next few moments happened too quickly for him to be able to process what was going on. suddenly, his hand jerked along with the rest of his body and remote was hit off the nightstand. the moment it hit the floor, the vibrations became so intense that he wasn't able to do more than writhe on his bed, his mouth open in a silent scream.

he felt his body tense over and over again, painful pleasure zipping up and down his back in cruel, unrelenting waves, and every orgasm was torn out of him. whenever he tried to move to reach for the remote, the vibrator landed right against his prostate and forced another orgasm out of him.

he lost count after the 3rd one, too out of it to even be aware of how loud he was being or how much time he had been stuck there for. his mind was going hazy.

he begged for a break, even thought distantly he knew he was begging to empty air. "please, i-i can't, not again-" another orgasm was torn from him, making him shake and grab for the pillows by his head.

there must have been a moment where things went dark, not that he could remember when that was, but after god knows how long, he managed to open his eyes without that searing pleasure, only to realize that he was still laying on his bed with a figure sitting on the desk chair to his left.

"I hope you enjoyed your gift, bo," he recognized the voice as yours but moving his neck seemed an almost impossible feat, so he just groaned in response, still too out of it to process your words, "can't believe I found you here passed out with that thing in your ass." you chuckled, and it was then that the words you were saying clicked.

not only had you discovered that he used the gag gift you gave him, but you also found him passed out, naked, on his bed with the thing shoved up his ass. the thought made his face feel hot and he moved to cover himself, finding that his whole body ached.

"aww, don't get shy on me, big boy," he flushed even more at the nickname, "you made such pretty sounds when you were making a mess all over yourself." no, you hadn't just seen him passed out, you had caught him in the act, caught him begging and whining, and let him pass out right in front of your eyes, and that knowledge probably shouldn't have made his breath cut short and stutter, a quiet whine passing his lips. you grinned at him, a teasing look in your eye.

"did you like that?" he tried to nod, all dignity lost the moment he knew you had been watching him. "maybe I'll try to get you to make more of those sounds later, yeah?"

"please," it came out as a pathetic whine, but he couldn't help it with the way you were looking down at him, like he was some toy for you to play with. and he couldn't say that he hated that idea.

#bokuto x reader #bokuto smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #sub haikyuu #sub hq #sub bokuto #tw noncon #tw overstimulation #— the witching hour #— for the ghouls

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quirkwizard · 2 years ago

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Final Grade: Ranking 1-A

For as long as Class 1-A has existed, the fan base has ranked the various students against each other in many different forms. Everything from their Quirks, to their appearances, to even their story relevance. I've wanted to do one myself, but didn't want to rank them on their own. So instead of merely ranking them, I thought I would do things a little bit differently. Specifically, by grading them on how good they would be as heroes. I will be comparing the students against each other to see how well they do. Kind of like a year-end review of the student’s growth and potential. I will be grading them on the merits that I think that heroes should strive for and excel in.

Quirk: This stat is for their Quirks. How useful their Quirks are, their potential development, how good they are at applying them, and any weaknesses the Quirk may have that would keep them from being a useful hero.

Hero Work: This stat is how well the character would do with hero work and various roles they'd have to fill, from fighting to rescue work. If a hero fills a particular niche well or has a unique ability, they will get a higher ranking.

Mental Skills: This covers all of the mental abilities of the user, everything from their know how to their tactical abilities. This also includes mental stability and resilience, grading them on how calm they are under pressure.

Physical Skills: This will cover everything from physical abilities. This can be like how strong they are, how quick they can be, or how well they can take an attack and keep on fighting. This will cover martial skill or other physical skills as well.

Social Skills: This extends to all the potential social aspects of hero work. Not only is it about being popular, the kind of brand they have as a hero, and the number of people they can attract, but also how well they can work with others.

Before I begin with the list, I just want to preface this with a few things. One is that some of the characters did end up with similar rankings. If this happened, I made an executive decision on who I thought would be the better hero of the two and put them above the other. And two, I know that some of the characters are stronger than others or can beat others in a fight. That is not what I am ranking here. There are a lot of facets to these characters and their abilities that could affect how well they do as heroes. Know that I am trying to take into account as many factors as possible when ranking these characters and not just their combat abilities. Without further ado:

20. Sato Quirk: 1/5 Hero Work: 1/5 Mental Skills: 1/5 Physical Skills: 3/5 Social Skills: 1/5 7/25

While he may just be a victim of low panel time, that doesn’t change the fact that Sato really doesn’t have a lot of selling points as a hero. His Quirk is pretty limited, especially compared to the other students. A quarter of the class can do what he does, but better or with more varied abilities. It’s not even that unique of an effect, with Quirks that enhance people’s strength in some way being a dime a dozen, making it hard for him to stand out from the other heroes. What’s worse is that the stunted intelligence would really hurt his ability to properly utilize it in the field, limiting the few options his Quirk has.

He doesn’t have any mental abilities, constantly losing out on intelligence in the middle of the fight thanks to his Quirk and being one of the lowest scoring kids in the class, and no real social abilities of note either. The only skill he has going for him is his cooking abilities, which are really good, but unless he starts doing bake sales for charity, it's not going to get him far in the hero world. Otherwise, he can be rather skilled physically. Sato really seems to know how to apply his strength with strikes and grapples whenever he’s fighting someone, but that’s it. Again, it could just be how little we see of him, but I don't see potential in him.

19. Aoyama Quirk: 2/5 Hero Work: 2/5 Mental Skills: 2/5 Physical Skills: 1/5 Social Skills: 2/5 9/25

He has a lot of power, capable of shattering concrete from a long range and plenty of ways to use it thanks to his armor. But his over reliance on his gear and easy to trigger drawback really holds the Quirk back. This is another Quirk that is only good in combat, but I think that the kind of power he can output and the various modes of fire he has access to give it some more value given its uniqueness within the setting. Though this does nothing to save him from his poor physical abilities, he has had no really good showings outside of being knocked out cold in a single punch by Mina. He isn’t that great mentally either.

Aoyama is openly cowardly, especially in high-stress situations like a villain attack, and is not that intelligent, having no notable tactical smarts or book smarts. He was able to infiltrate UA as a spy, but I think All For One was doing the heavy lifting with that. Though I am willing to give him a point for having the nerve when it counts. Anyone who stands against All For One in his situation certainly deserves it. He’s not great at working with others and is socially inept. I guess he can be hard to read, which is sometimes helpful. Otherwise, I could see his over the top appearance and mannerisms sticking to people, which certainly helps in popularity. Certainly not the worst student, but no shining star.

18. Mineta Quirk: 2/5 Hero Work: 3/5 Mental Skills: 2/5 Physical Skills: 1/5 Social Skills: 1/5 10/25

It's no surprise that Mineta is this low, but I'm sure that some of you are surprised that he isn't at the very bottom. To give him credit where it's do, his Quirk is actually really good for hero work. It's pretty limited in terms of applications and can be difficult to apply, but it can be helpful in capturing villains without harming them, one of the main goals of a hero when fighting someone is subduing them, and dealing with problematic areas in rescue situations. He's also fairly intelligent and tactical, but I had to dock points because he doesn't properly apply himself, basically coasting off of his natural intelligence.

Otherwise, he has next to nothing else going on for him. He is extremely cowardly, liable to panic and freak out at the slight provocation, hurting his mental scoring. It’s made even worse by how lazy he seems to be, again more content to coast by without putting in more effort then what is needed. He has one of the worst physical abilities in the whole class with his small body and no physical skills to speak of. If I gave out zero rankings for this, he would have definitely gotten one. And do I even need to explain why he'd be so unpopular? Just everything about him would hurt his popularity and ability to work with others. Overall, better then you’d expect, but that doesn’t mean much here.

17. Hagakure Quirk: 1/5 Hero Work: 3/5 Mental Skills: 2/5 Physical Skills: 1/5 Social Skills: 3/5 10/25

Again, another character most would put lower. "Invisibility" is not that great of a power. Between its lack of uses and how easy it is for the user to be spotted, it’s easily one of the worst in the class. What’s worse is that there really hasn’t been any major development with her Quirk. The flashing is a good trick, but there isn’t much else to what she’s done with it. It’s not even like she has any physical training either to make it better, having no notably physical feats or skills outside of flailing at people. Her mental abilities aren’t that great either, being one of the lowest ranked in the class. The only reason for her two is that she has some good perception, which can be useful.

All that aside through, I will say that she has a very good niche to fill as a stealth hero, gathering information and taking people out from behind. Given how rare powers like that seem to be in this setting, I think that holds some merit given that niche. She’s good at cooperating with people as well and has a natural pep to her that seems to really endear people. I could see her drawing attention because of her personality and how unique she is as someone who is constantly invisible. But without enough skill with her Quirk to make herself stick out, I could easily see her falling into the background just she did so many times before.

16. Ojiro Quirk: 2/5 Hero Work: 1/5 Mental Skills: 3/5 Physical Skills: 5/5 Social Skills: 1/5 12/25

I bet a lot of you are surprised he made it this far. While "Tail" is one of the quintessential bad Quirks, and for good reasons, I bumped it up a point because of how well Ojiro is able to use it. That being said, that did save his Hero Work score. His Quirk is only really useful as a combat tool, and even then it's limited to smaller scale battles, narrowing the potential roles he could have as a hero. This isn't helped by how bland Ojiro is as a person. The guy is ironically famous for being a nothing character with nothing interesting going on with him. He doesn’t even have any sort of teamwork skills to fall back on.

He does have some merits outside of his Quirk though. Out of all the kids in the class, I believe that Ojiro is one of the most physically impressive, not accounting for any Quirks. He has a strong body, showing pretty incredible feats of athleticism and physical resilience in spite of his Quirk having nothing to do with it. He also has some mental strength as well, ranking pretty high in the exams, having good tactical abilities like in the Joint Training Fight, and having some good discipline with how much training he’s done. However, none of this is anywhere near enough to really help him get past his various short-comings. Maybe he could be a teacher in the future instead.

15. Denki Quirk: 3/5 Hero Work: 3/5 Mental Skills: 1/5 Physical Skills: 2/5 Social Skills: 3/5 12/25

I feel like too many people only look at Denki’s Quirk and assume he’d be one of the better in the class because of it. On the surface, it’s a pretty solid power. Electricity is a pretty varied ability, even if you are only generating it, and it has plenty of power and utility that even he could use. However, Denki mainly uses it in combat, which actually limits his potential with it. He relies pretty heavily on his equipment, and outside of that, it can be extremely dangerous to try to use it. It can be effective when it works, but that’s only when it works. And when he pushes it too far, it leaves him a massive liability, hurting his potential and the Quirk itself.

Outside of that, he is seriously lacking. He has no physical feats to speak of, aside from getting smacked by giant concrete blocks and living. And while he isn’t as bad as some of his peers, he can be rather cowardly. It's not even like he has any natural intelligence either, being the dumbest kid in the whole course and being extremely poor when it comes to planning. I guess he could do pretty well socially. He’s good at working with almost anyone and is pretty approachable with everyone. I feel like his goofball charm, cool power, and general personality could get him a sizable following. Maybe he’d do well in a team, but he’d only get so far on his own.

14. Koda Quirk: 3/5 Hero Work: 5/5 Mental Skills: 1/5 Physical Skills: 2/5 Social Skills: 2/5 13/25

On surface, Koda really doesn’t have much to offer. His mental abilities are nothing to write home about, being constantly scared and nervous around everything and everyone. Not exactly the traits of a good hero. Apparently, he has some form of naturally enhanced strength according to Hori, but we barely see it used outside of causing some issues for Jutora, so I guess I have to give him a two for that. Where he really disappoints is in social skills. He’s so shy that he talked through gestures for a good chunk of the school year. The one point I gave it was because he does work okay with others and I think that he could get some appeal with animals.

However, where Koda really shines is in his Quirk. "Anvoice" can be quite a reliable power, with the biggest drawback being that there needs to be animals around, but that isn’t that difficult of a requirement. In exchange, Koda gets one of the best Quirks for scouting and information gathering. Koda has this potentially massive network of informants that can get into almost anywhere without anyone realizing it. That’s so helpful in rescue work and reconnaissance. It is niche, but he fills that niche so well and that niche is so helpful in hero work that I had to give him that high score. If only he could actually apply any of the potential.

13. Sero Quirk: 3/5 Hero Work: 3/5 Mental Skills: 2/5 Physical Skills: 2/5 Social Skills: 3/5 14/25

I feel like Sero tends to be overlooked when talking about the students. I do think "Tape" gets an underserved bad rap from the fan base. It’s not amazing, but it doesn’t have a lot of problems with it either, earning it an average score. It covers a lot of the same ground as "Pop Off" in terms of applications in hero work, but is more useful since it has a much better range and is easier to apply. And potentially more useful in support since others can interact with the tape without it being stuck to them. Which is good since he can work well enough and can seemingly get along with almost anyone. I don’t see him getting super popular given his abilities, but being loved by the few fans he has.

He is not without his shortcomings. Where he fails is in his physical and mental skills. While physical training would help him immensely in using his Quirk, we haven’t seen any kind of notable physical feats from him. There is his natural agility and maneuverability. I guess he can pull people with his tape, but I always assumed that was because of his Quirk reeling them in. He doesn’t have many mental skills either. Outside of maybe one scene with Setsuna, there doesn’t seem to be much going on with him. He doesn’t let huge gaps in skill or power discourage him, like in his fight with Shoto, which could imply some mental strength, but whether that is out of gumption or stupidity is difficult to tell. In the end, it’s not that surprising that the living embodiment of a B grade ends up around this point.

12. Jiro Quirk: 3/5 Hero Work: 4/5 Mental Skills: 3/5 Physical Skills: 1/5 Social Skills: 5/5 16/25

Another student that I think is overlooked. Her Quirk is alright by the standards of the class, not having a lot of power, but not having any major weaknesses either, except for maybe having a reliance on equipment with her speakers. However, she does have an extremely useful niche as an information-gathering hero, being especially useful in rescue situations and running recon in an area thanks to her tremor sense. She also has some pretty good mental abilities as well, having some of the better grades in the class, having some tactical skills, and keeping a good head even in stressful situations. Like I said, anyone willing to stand against All For One directly gets some points as far as I am concerned.

And this may sound surprising, but I think she’d be really popular. She has a very clear look and brand, going for a rocker aesthetic that is sure to turn heads, but she has her music as well. Given that seems to be a big part of her heroic identity, I could see her putting on shows and releasing music, getting more people to like her and helping her brand in the process. So, even as someone who has a non-flashy Quirk and a non-combative niche, I could see her gaining a lot of popularity. Though she doesn’t have any notable physical feats to speak of. It doesn’t matter as much as for someone that fights from a range, but it is still a detriment to her as a hero. She was still standing after getting part of her ear blown off, so she has some endurance, though no other notable showings of it. So not the best, but better then people think.

11. Ochako Quirk: 3/5 Hero Work: 5/5 Mental Skills: 3/5 Physical Skills: 2/5 Social Skills: 3/5 16/25

I feel like a lot of people underestimate just how useful Uraraka can be as a hero. Obviously, removing gravity from people and objects is a pretty great power. The weight limit and sickness can be annoying, but the real problems come from needing contact for it to work and being so reliant on the environment, docking it some points in spite of the power. However, I think the power itself is highly applicable in hero work. Not only is her Quirk great for restraining people without harming them, but it can be invaluable in rescue work with how you can easily move debris and people while do as little harm as possible. Both of those are extremely valuable skills to have as a hero. As far as social abilities go, she can work well enough with others in a team.

In terms of popularity, she has a very easy brand as a space-themed heroine and can be good at connecting with people, like what we saw when she talked to the crowd about letting Izuku in. She isn’t the greatest powerhouse in the class, Uraraka even admits that she’s not the best in a straight up fight, but she does have some marital skills thanks to Gunhead and has shown quite a high level of physical resilience in her fights with Bakugou and Toga. She does have good tactical sense and some strong heroic resolve, again like in her fight with Bakugou. However, she can let herself get distracted pretty easily and make notable mistakes, like in her fights with Thirteen and Toga. Overall, I could see a promising and lucrative future with Uraraka as a heroine.

10. Kirishima Quirk: 2/5 Hero Work: 3/5 Mental Skills: 3/5 Physical Skills: 4/5 Social Skills: 5/5 17/25

If I had to give a sticker for most improved, Kirishima would certainly get it. "Hardening" is useful in close quarters, but as Kirishima said himself, it doesn’t have much else to offer outside of that specific role in combat. The only things keeping it from being a one are its potential and ease of training. However, it can work fairly well for hero work. The cover can let Kirishima act as a human shield to protect people and let him get into danger zones without risking himself or the person he’s saving. He clearly isn’t the brightest student in the class and still deals with some confidence issues, but I gave him a higher mental score due to his overall discipline and mental strength to move in spite of being afraid.

Unsurprisingly, Kirishima is one of the more physically gifted members of the class. While some of that could be attributed to his Quirk, he does retain some of those qualities outside of it, like when Bakugou said he was able to withstand point blank blasts even without the Quirk. Where I think he’d really excel is in the social side of hero work. He’s very approachable, works especially well with teammates, and I feel like he has a lot of potential for popularity in him. I could easily see people following and wanting to be like him because of his attitude and overall image, similar to how he was with Red Riot. So in spite of his humble beginnings in middle school, I see the makings of a solid hero in Kirishima.

9. Shoji Quirk: 4/5 Hero Work: 4/5 Mental Skills: 3/5 Physical Skills: 5/5 Social Skills: 2/5 18/25

Ah, Shoji. You really do have a lot going for you where it really counts. His Quirk is so powerful and versatile with how he can make whatever body part he wants and have it be much better than its normal counter part. The ability to multiple and heal them make it even better at little cost for him. Naturally, this gives him plenty of options on how to apply it to hero work. Shoji can not only excel in combat, but can really help in scouting. This makes him physical able as well, able to easily carry people and crush skulls in his hands. On top of all that, he’s got a fair amount of books smarts with his grades, solid tactical abilities, and is really good about keeping his cool in high tension situations.

The biggest infraction against Mezo is his social abilities. Don't get me wrong, he can work fairly well with others. However, he really lacks the social aspects of hero work. He doesn't have a lot of the flair and style needed to be popular in the world of heroes. And need I mention his appearance? Which, as shallow as it sounds, would hamper him in the public consciousness. I could see him carving out his own niche in the world, but only so much. At best, he'd be an effective hero with a more negative reputation like Gang Orca. Maybe he could poach some of Edgeshot's fans. So I do think that he could be an effective hero, just not a popular one unless he learns how to market himself.

8. Tokoyami Quirk: 5/5 Hero Work: 4/5 Mental Skills: 3/5 Physical Skills: 1/5 Social Skills: 5/5 18/25

Like Denki, Tokoyami relies pretty heavily on his Quirk. Unlike Denki, Tokoyami’s Quirk has a lot more going on with his ability that he can actually utilize. "Dark Shadow" is one of the most versatile powers in the series. With its innate flexibility and range, it gives whomever has it a lot of options to apply it. Tokoyami has been pretty effective with it. And while the light problem can be annoying, it’s not exactly common enough to be an issue. We’ve seen how well he can apply both in combat and rescue work. However, it would be next to impossible for him to do hero work in any sort of dark or shadowy conditions because of his Quirk, docking him some points with potential for Hero Work.

Social Skills may seem high, but I have my reasons. While he may seem standoffish, Tokoyami can work pretty cooperate in a team environment and can be social when he wants to be. And given his general aesthetic, I could easily see him pulling in plenty of fans, especially edge teenagers trying to be cool. Tokoyami's biggest issue is his physical abilities, or lack thereof. Because of how much "Dark Shadow" carries Tokoyami, both metaphorically and literally, he doesn't really have any showings in that department. He's not that great mentally either. He can keep calm under pressure, but doesn't have any real tactical showings and can be rather emotional at the worst times, like against Moonfish and flying off to save Hawks. Still, a good canidate, but needs some work.

7. Mina Quirk: 4/5 Hero Work: 5/5 Mental Skills: 2/5 Physical Skills: 3/5 Social Skills: 5/5 19/25

What is there to say about Mina? "Acid" is a pretty good ability, capable of doing a lot of damage that’s hard to counter and having a lot of control over it. However, there is still that high risk of harming people and the amount of effort that needs to be pulled off, docking it a point. Though she does still have extensive control over her acid, which I think gives her a lot of potential to use it in hero work. Everything from rescue work, to capturing, to straight up combat, she could adjust her acid as she needed to. She doesn’t have any notable physical feats to speak of , but she is extremely acrobatic and has good reaction time, so that’s worth at least a few points.

Where she really shines is in social skills. She has this amazing ability to connect to people and understand what they want, to the point where she can make friends with three random bullies in a matter of minutes. Mina really sticks out, but in a good way. Add on her infectious enthusiasm and I could see people wanting to follow her as a heroine. Mina’s a lot like Hagakure in that regard, but actually visible. Where she falters in her mental skills, being the second worst student in the class, but I am willing to give her some mental credit for her willingness to put herself in danger, like against Gigantomachia in her middle school years. So yeah, she has the makings of an effective and popular heroine.

6. Katsuki Quirk: 4/5 Hero Work: 4/5 Mental Skills: 5/5 Physical Skills: 5/5 Social Skills: 2/5 20/25

I feel like this might be one of my controversial picks, but let me explain. Bakugou is one of the most skilled Quirk users in the whole class, bringing what is B-Tier power to one of the best in the class. This is complemented by his immense physical abilities in overall athletic skill, amazing stamina, and having an extreme physical resilience to even major physical trauma. He also has amazing instincts when it comes to tactics and planning, comes up with good plans on the fly, and has this undeniable tenacity that makes him impossible to shake. He’s one of the more intelligent kids in the class, being fairly analytic and notably book smart. So he’d do really well with half of the hero job, that being responding to and fighting villains.

However, his biggest downfall is his social skills. Look, I get that Bakugou has been getting better with people and has that bizarre charisma that makes people like him, but he still has issues with being around peers. He tends to be aggressive and put up a constant wall of anger, especially around strangers. It's part of what keeps him from being closer to the top. Like Endeavor, he's really good at fighting people, but has issues with any of the non-fighting parts of hero work, which are still pretty important to the job. I could see him getting popular because of his power, but most people would be put off by him and his attitude. The issues with his Quirk don't help either, being a constant risk to himself and having issues in colder climates. Still, a really good hero candidate.

5. Tsuyu Quirk: 4/5 Hero Work: 5/5 Mental Skills: 4/5 Physical Skills: 3/5 Social Skills: 5/5 21/25

Out of all the students, I think Tsuyu surprised me the most with how well she did with her placement. Her Quirk is a solid mix of powers, giving her plenty of choices. From the general abilities of a frog to more unique skills like camouflaging in her surroundings and making slime with effects like paralysis and hiding scent. What lowers it is the overall power and the drawbacks, which normally wouldn’t come up that often, but can be downright crippling when they show up. However, in application, she could be an effective hero. With her jack of all trades abilities, she could potentially apply her skills to any situation and be useful, if not excel in them. And if I was grading her by the water rescue niche, she’d still be getting a five in hero work.

She obviously has some books smarts, ranking six in the exams. Tsuyu can apply it pretty well and does have some practical caution when it comes to her plans and can keep people focused on what matters. Obviously, I think that she does well socially. She works well in a team and can even take the role as leader if needed. She can connect with people well and see through them, pretty much second to only Mina in that regard. She has a likable persona and identifiable brand that people can latch onto. She’s a bit low on the physicals side, mostly because it’s the Quirk doing all the work and she doesn’t have other physical skills to speak of. She’s just a generally likable and reliable heroine. And sometimes, that’s just what you need to make it as a hero.

4. Momo Quirk: 5/5 Hero Work: 5/5 Mental Skills: 5/5 Physical Skills: 2/5 Social Skills: 5/5 22/25

Like any other recommended student, Momo has a lot going on with her. "Creation" is an amazing power, letting the user make any non-living object as long as they have the proper set up. As such, it has near limitless applications for hero work. Normally, the drawbacks of the Quirk would be pretty serious. The fat requirement isn’t too much of an issue in most cases, but needing to memorize everything inside and out about an object in order to make it can be a real issue. However, that is barely even a problem with Momo’s immense intelligence. Not only does have immense book smarts, being the top in her class and having the mental capacity to memorize enough about objects to make them, but she is great with tactics and planning as well, even with large scale engagements.

On that note, she does an amazing job when it comes to leading people. She can effectively organize dozens of people at a time, all using their powers to maximize their chances of winning, even against someone as dangerous as Gigatomachia. Otherwise, she can be good when talking and teaching people, earning her some social points. That mixed with her power and role as vice president is bound to get a lot of attention. But like so many of her other classmates though, Momo falls through with her physical abilities, not really having any worthwhile showings. She was strong enough to get hit by Kendo and still stay standing, but that’s about it. Even then, it really doesn’t hamper her that much given her role as a more supportive leader. With all of that, she more than earned her spot on the list.

3. Tenya Quirk: 3/5 Hero Work: 5/5 Mental Skills: 5/5 Physical Skills: 5/5 Social Skills: 5/5 23/25

Who would have guessed the guy from a long line of heroes would be this high? He has amazing physical abilities, good martial skills with his kicks, and some fairly impressive physical endurance with all the damage he’s taken over the story. He’s super smart as well, both in books and tactics. What’s better is that he has plenty of know-how when it comes to rules and conduct but can be flexible enough to know when to bend them. Then there is his mental stability, with how well he can handle pressure and try to keep everyone else calm as well. It’s because of all of this that made his hero work score as high as it is. I just see him being really adaptable and helpful in whatever situation you put him in.

He’s pretty good socially as well. On top of his natural leadership abilities, I could see him getting a lot of popularity points. Not only was he the president of the Hero Course of his year, but he’s the next member in a long line of heroes and carries on the legacy of his popular brother. It could help garner a solid platform for him to continue his hero work and catch the public eye. The only thing really holding him back is his Quirk. While Iida has done an amazing job of training it and bringing it pretty far, it’s just too limited for me to consider it any higher than what it is. It’s good for running around and hitting people, but that’s about it. Regardless, I’m sure that the Iida line would be proud to have such a worthy successor.

2. Shoto Quirk: 5/5 Hero Work: 5/5 Mental Skills: 5/5 Physical Skills: 5/5 Social Skills: 4/5 24/25

If we were looking at this at the start of the year, Shoto would be number one without question. His Quirk alone was enough to put him in the upper echelons of his class. "Half Hot Half Cold" is one of the most powerful Quirks we’ve ever seen in the series and has applications in almost every field of hero work. From combat to rescue to support, he can always find a use for his power. And with how either side counters the other's weaknesses, he doesn’t really have to worry about drawbacks. He wasn’t so great with fire at first, but has more than made up for it as the story goes on. He’s pretty impressive on the physical side as well. In spite of his long range fighting style keeping him out of the thick of things, he’s actually shown some impressive feats with his amazing stamina and durability with all of the hits he’s taken.

And while it’s not shown as much in the story, Shoto does have a lot of intelligence to him, being one of the top five students in the class and have good skills with deduction and strategy. Then there are all his potential social benefits. While his ability to work with others is just fine, though he tends to be more of a solo act, he gets this ranking more for his popularity. He considered extremely attractive and was a recommended student at the most prestigious hero school in the country, and he has the prestige of being the son of one of Japan’s most notable heroes. Mix that with his flashy power and he’s bound to get some attention once he goes pro. The only thing that I think would hold him back is his overall poor social skills. We’ve seen that he has issues talking to people and doing interviews, so that may hurt his chances. But honestly, that’s pretty small potatoes for someone with this much promise.

1. Izuku Quirk: 5/5 Hero Work: 5/5 Mental Skills: 5/5 Physical Skills: 5/5 Popularity: 5/5 25/25

I mean, are any of you really surprised that Izuku is number one? He’s got an even stronger version of "One For All", the Quirk of the previous top hero and one of the most powerful Quirks in the series. And now he even has more Quirks to work with, extending the already massive uses. Naturally, this gives him plenty of options to apply in every single field of hero work. Even if you discount his physical enhancements, he clearly has some strength of his own and martial skill given his moves. And do I need to mention his stamina and endurance? The guy has taken more punishment then any other character in the series and was still standing with several broken bones and extensive internal damage, still up and willing to fight in absolutely hopeless odds.

He’s one of the smartest students in the class and has amazing tactical abilities, both in studying his opponents' abilities and coming up with plans on the fly. And if that’s not enough, he has the collective knowledge and experience of the previous users to call on if he needs it. He can be emotional, but I think that he still has a lot of mental strength to do everything he’s done in the series. Then there are his social skills. He’s an amazing leader, able to work with and utilize almost anyone to the best of their abilities, and has an amazing ability to connect with others and bring out the best in them. The only way I could really knock him down is his social issues because he can be really shy and stuttering with new people, but I think he’s over come that part of himself enough that it isn’t really a problem. So yeah, it’s no surprise that he made it to the top spot, but he certainly deserves it given everything he has going for him.

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that-disabled-radfem · 3 years ago

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Happy back-to-school y’all

I’ve attended and worked at a couple of super liberal universities. I avoid the gender studies departments for obvious reasons and I still had a lecture in which the female prof gave a brief overview of TERFs and proclaimed her hatred of JKR. Being openly critical of gender ideology, the porn industry, kinks, and ‘sex work’ are the kind of things that can ruin your future in academia. Not to mention the fact that any speech or actions that could be labelled transphobic (ie. defining woman as adult human female) can get you a suspension according to many universities anti-hate-speech policies.

So, here’s a list of small and smallish (small in terms of overt TERFery, some may require more effort than others) radical feminist actions you can take as a university student:

(this is a liberal arts perspective so if you’re a stem gal this may not apply. but also if you’re in stem maybe you can actually acknowledge that women are oppressed as a sex class without getting kicked out of school. idk)

(Note for TRAs hate reading this: One of the core actions of radical feminism is creating female networks. This is not so that we can brainwash people into being anti-trans. This is because female solidarity is necessary for creating class consciousness and overturning patriarchy. It is harder to subjugate the female sex when we stand together.)

Take classes with female profs. Multiple sections of a class? Pick the one taught by a woman. Have to chose an elective? Only look at electives offered by women. When classes have low numbers they get cancelled. When classes are super popular, universities are forced to consider promoting the faculty that teach them

Make relationships with these female profs. Go to office hours. Chat after class. Ask them about their research. Building female networks is sooooo important!

Actually fill in your end of year course feedback forms. Profs often need these when applying for tenure or applying for a job at another university so it is very important (especially with young and/or new profs) that you fill out these forms and give specific examples of how great these women are. Go off about what you love about them! Give her a brilliant review because you know the idiot boy in that class who won’t shut up even though he knows nothing is going to give her only negative feedback because he thinks any woman who leaves the house is a feminazi b*tch.

(note: obviously don’t go praising any prof - female or male - who is blatantly racist, homophobic, etc.)

(Also if you have shitty male profs write down all the horrible things they have done and said and put it in these forms because once a shitty man gets tenure they are virtually untouchable)

(also also, leave a good review on rate my profs or whatever other thing students use to figure out if they want to take classes. idc if you copy paste your feedback from the formal review. rave about the class to your friends. do what you can to get good enrolment for that prof for reasons above.)

Participate in class. Talk over the male students. Say what you mean and mean it. Call out the boys when they say dumb shit

Write about women. If you have the option to make a text written by a woman your primary text in an essay, do it. Pick the female-centred option if you’re writing an exam-essay with multiple prompts. (Profs often look at what works on their syllabus are being written about/engaged with as a marker of whether to keep those texts the next time they teach the class. If there are badass women on your syllabus, write about them to keep them on the syllabus) Use female-written secondary sources whenever possible.

(pro tip: many women in academia are more than happy to talk to you about their papers. expand your female networks by reaching out to article authors through email and asking them about their cool shit)

Get your essays published! Many departments have undergrad journals you can publish in. This will ensure more people read about the women you write about and will demonstrate to the department that people like learning about women

Consider trying to publish your undergrad essay with a legit peer-reviewed journal. If you can do it, your use of female-written secondary sources boosts the reputations of the women who wrote those secondary sources. Also this helps generally to increase scholarship about women’s writing!

Present your papers at conferences! Many schools have their own undergraduate/departmental conferences that you can present at. Push yourself by submitting to outside conferences. Bring attention to women’s works by presenting your papers. Take a space at a conference that would otherwise be reserved for mediocre men

Talk to your profs and/or your department and/or your university about mandating the inclusion of female works in classes if this isn’t something they do already

Sit next to other women in your classes. Talk to them. Make friends. Form study groups. Proofread each other’s essays. Give each other knowing looks when the boys are being dumb. Just interact with other women! Build those female networks!

Be generous with your compliments. A female classmate and I were talking to a prof after class and the classmate told me (out of the blue) that I always have such interesting things to say. I think about that whenever I’m lacking confidence about my academic skills. Compliment the women in your classes for speaking up, for sharing their opinions, for challenging your classmates/profs, for doing cool presentations, etc.

Talk to other women about sexist things going on on campus. Make everyone aware of the sexist profs. Complain about how there are many more tenured men than tenured women. Go on rate my professor and be explicit about how the sexist profs are sexist

Be active on campus and in societies. If a society has an all male executive or is male-dominated, any women who join that society make it less intimidating for more women to join. Run for executive positions! Bring in more women!

(Pro tip: Many societies’ elections are super gameable. You can be eligible to vote in a society election sometimes just by being a student at that university — even without having done anything with the society before. Other societies might just require that you’ve taken a class in a particular department or attended a society event. (Check the society’s governing documents.) Use those female networks you’ve been building. If you can bring three or four random people to vote for you, that might be enough for you to win. Societies have trouble meeting quorum (the minimum number of people in attendance to do votes) so it is really super achievable to rig an election with a few friends. And don’t feel bad about this. The system is rigged against women so you have every right to exploit loopholes!)

(Also feel free to go vote “non-confidence”/“re-open election” if only shitty men are running. Too often people see that only candidates they don’t like are running and so they give up. But you can actually stop them getting elected)

Your campus may have a LGBTQIA+alphabetsoup society. That society definitely needs more L and B women representation. It may be tedious to argue with the nb straight dudes who insist that it’s fine to use “q***r” in the society’s posters and that attraction has nothing to do with genitals, but just imagine what could happen if we could make these sorts of societies actually safe spaces for same-sex attracted women and advocated for our concerns

Attend random societies’ election meetings. Get women elected and peace out. (or actually get involved but I’m trying to emphasize the lowest commitment option with this one)

Write for the campus newspaper. Write about what women are doing - women’s sports, cool society activities, whatever. Review female movies, books, tv shows, local theatre productions. Write about sexism on campus. We need more female by-lines and more stories about women

Get involved with your campus’s sexual assault & r*pe hotline/sexual assault survivor’s centre/whatever similar organization your campus has if you can. This is hard work and definitely not for everyone (pls take care of yourself first, especially if you are a survivor)

(If your campus doesn’t have an organization for supporting survivor’s of sexualized violence, start one! This is probably going to be a lot of hard work though, so don’t do it alone)

Talk to your student council about providing free menstrual hygiene products on campus if your campus doesn’t already do this. If your campus provides free condoms (which they probs do), use that as leverage (ie. ‘sex is optional, menstruation is not. so why do we have free condoms and no free pads?’)

If you’re an older student, get involved with younger students (orientation week and such activities are good for this). Show the freshman that you can be a successful and well-liked woman without shaving your legs, wearing heels, wearing make-up, etc. Mentor these young women. Offer to go for coffee or proofread essays.

Come to class looking like a human being. Be visibly make-up less, unshaven, unfeminine, etc. to show off the many different ways of being a woman

Talk to the custodial staff and learn their names. (I know there are men who work in this profession, but it is dominated by low-income women) Say hi in the hallways, ask them about their lives, show them they’re appreciated

Be explicit with your language. When you are talking about sex-based oppression, say it. Don’t say ‘sex worker’ when you mean survivor of human trafficking. This tip is obviously a bit tricky in terms of overt TERFyness, so use your best judgement

That’s all from me for now! Feel free to add your suggestions and remember that feminism is about action

#back to school #university #terf safe #terfs DO interact #feminist action

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I wish the D2 community (and a lot of game communities in general) would remember that they can complain about things they don't like without turning into "this is objectively Bad". They can just say "I hate this dev choice, and it makes the game less enjoyable to me". They can also discuss legitimate issues (because some dev choices just DO suck!) without harassing people. :/ And sometimes it's Executive Meddling and the devs hate it, too, but had their hands tied! Not hard to not be mean!

Yeah, a lot of people seem to think that there has to be an objective reason for why they hate something, be it a character or a game mode or a choice made by a dev.

And the truth is, sometimes you just dislike something for no particular reason. You don't have to justify it. You can just dislike it and move on. Hell, when I disliked where Bungie was going with Destiny 2, I stopped playing for a year. That's it, I just stopped playing and popped back when things changed again to see if I'll like it again. And I did.

Also yeah, sometimes it's executive meddling. It's nothing new and Bungie has been pretty open with how much they disliked when someone else was telling them what to do. When it got too bad, they ended up splitting with Activision. Which was the best choice they could've made. And even now, who knows. Executive meddling can still happen.

Bullying and threatening random devs who choose to talk to the players is the lowest of the low. And then also extending that bullying to community managers who are not even devs. Like, community managers do not make the game. I feel like the concept of a community manager is unknown to a lot of these people.

Not to mention the comments that pop up when Bungie posts something about helping minorities and about representation. I don't know how to explain this to those people, but the money Bungie puts into making a pride pin is not money taken from pvp development.

There's a way to offer legitimate criticism and most players simply aren't capable of doing so. Even a lot of content creators tend to just farm hate clicks. It's shameful.

#destiny 2 #bungie #ask #some 'fans' genuinely need professional help #and i mean that in a nice way not a derogatory way #if a video game is affecting your health this much you gotta check that out with a professional it's not healthy #if a video game choice makes you send death threats and harass people online you're not doing well my dude

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 4 years ago

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potent but not real, m | kth

pairing(s): taehyung x reader

summary: You kill people. Kim Taehyung doesn’t. He assisted you with one particular kill and then he kissed you. And, like a needle of methadone, the two of you chase the high again and again, knowing there is no hope for you. But there is for him. All Taehyung has to do is to walk away from your eyes.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language, mentions of murder (non-graphic); sociopathic reader; unprotected sex (fem reader, sex in an office after hours, f-receiving oral, fucking against a desk, (symbolic) lipstick-covered motel sex, m-receiving oral, cowgirl); implied angst; non-idol!AU - office worker!Taehyung x assassin!reader (John Wick-esque)

Inspired by Methadone by Rise Against. The italicized bits are parts of the lyrics sprinkled throughout the story. If you like rock, check ‘em out!

The last time was a five-star hotel, but this time was a dingy motel, and you dressed appropriately. Thin-strapped flimsy black dress, kitschy animal print fur coat, strappy heels, and torn stockings, stumbling along the halls, ignored by others because you were mumbling under your breath, empty bottle in your hand, hair astray and makeup smeared.

No one wants a dirty-looking prostitute, and especially not a crazy one.

If anyone bothered to look at your face, they would have noticed how beautiful you were, caked under layers of makeup. They would have noticed that despite your erratic steps and nonsensical words, your eyes were shockingly clear, observing everything, hawk-like and hyper-focused. They would have seen that you took care not to move your left side too much, the thick fur hiding a barely-there lump.

You tipped into a door and tripped into the motel room.

The door instantly snapped closed behind your fallen body.

Locked.

love like a needle full of methadone

You rolled onto your back, looking up. Kim Taehyung stared down at you.

How did it come to this?

potent but not real, left you wanting more lipstick track-marks bleeding wet

It had only been a job, a woman this time. The higher-ups usually had you take the women. It was easy, but you needed an in, and Kim Taehyung had been that in. He was aware of what was happening and he was getting paid to keep his mouth shut. The first time you met him had been calm, neutral smiles as you greeted the tall, dark-haired man. You had worn appropriate office attire, slightly ill-fitted pants, starchy white dress shirt, big glasses, prim bun. Taehyung had greeted you at the door of the company he worked at. Your role was an outsourced advisor to help the company heads improve productivity and workflow. Taehyung led you around the floors, showing you various things, but none of it mattered. What mattered was the information Taehyung would provide you after hours. Names, schedules, addresses.

The woman had also worked at this company.

Had.

You did not ask for the reasoning. Embezzlement? Public shame? Had blackmail on someone? Had sex with the wrong rich man or woman? It didn’t matter. People die in senseless ways every day and one more meant nothing to you. That was your great skill, a skill unmatched by any other.

No remorse.

Perfect for the murder business.

And, like one truly born from the Eastern cultural mindset, instead of trying to get help or cure yourself of your apathy, you monetized your skill by becoming an assassin.

for us child, the stars refuse to shine why for us child, do the stars refuse to shine?

You followed the woman for weeks. The timing was important. Patience was key. Blending in, a different guise every week, a different method planned every day. The thing about killing for hire was that if you didn’t want to be caught, you couldn’t have a pattern. If you didn’t settle on a method, it couldn’t be connected back to you. That was the way you liked to do things.

The perfect weapon, a dangerous method.

The higher-ups were impatient, but you didn’t care. You knew what must be done and, when you’re the one doing the dirty work, you didn’t let them question you. If they wanted this to end a different way, they would have used a different assassin. But they chose you for a reason. You always had the cleanest kill, completely untraceable.

No one would ever know the Circle was involved.

It was a spotless erasure.

The reward was hefty, and, throughout the years, you earned far more than any human needed in their lifetime. Money was never your drive, but you took it all. You knew your own worth. Your work was too good to be underappreciated.

Taehyung was in on it. He knew it was going to happen. He gave you the name, the address, her usual timetable. He presented it all to you, without question, on a shadowy, starless night. You stared into his dark brown eyes, wondering why he could do such a thing. He held your gaze, dark hair pushed back, sculpted brows, serious expression. You wondered if he was broken like you, but that sort of thing was impossible.

There is no one as unhinged as you.

“Why are you this business?” he asked quietly in his deep, baritone voice.

It wasn’t accusing or beseeching. It was simply a question, no flaff attached to it.

“Because I’m well-suited for it.” You tapped the side of your head. Unsmiling. “Some screws fell loose when I was molded from the clay.”

Taehyung kept his gaze on you, blinking slowly. You expected him to recoil in disdain, be confused, or simply retreat from your unsmiling, vacant demeanor. Instead, he took a step closer.

“You shouldn’t need screws when molding from clay.”

One step closer, looking down, casting shadows all over his face.

“You only need screws when you’re making a machine.”

Taehyung leaned in and kissed you.

we wound up back here again

Fucking.

It was always a means to an end, something you did to fulfill that carnal need, a need that you did not understand very well, but it was there, and, like a starving beast, it demanded to be satisfied. Taehyung kissing you in a random office twelve stories up in a random skyscraper didn’t mean much.

But there was no consequence either.

You grabbed his head and crashed your lips to his again.

The risks were low. You knew everything about Kim Taehyung. The higher-ups of the Circle briefed you on him. You had his education history, knew every apartment he had lived in and every girlfriend he had ever dated. Had access to his credit card history, his medical records, everything.

He knew nothing about you.

Taehyung didn’t know you had no traceable past, didn’t know you had no home, didn’t know you belonged to the most powerful group of assassins the world has ever had the misfortune to create, didn’t know how many nights you spent in and out of consciousness, body traumatized and stitched back together, for you, a tool of the Circle, to be used once more.

This was your choice. Anyone could get out.

You just have to ask to die.

You sucked on his tongue and he groaned in your mouth, hands sliding between your arms to grasp your buttons and undo them one by one, thrusting his tongue in your mouth as he did so. Your breathing deepened, surrounding yourself with his warm herbal scent, fingers sinking into his cheeks, your shirt coming apart and his hands diving in, kneading your breasts with his strong hands.

Saying nothing.

There was nothing to say, because it was senseless, foolish, the worst idea imaginable. Yet, despite your demure and borderline unflattering appearance, Taehyung could see your hawk-like and hyper-focused gaze. You caught him watching you, not just your body, but your eyes, taking every opportunity to observe them. You could see his mind memorizing the shape, the iris color, the position of every lash.

Against your lips, he whispered, locking you with his stare.

“Your eyes are art to me.”

Taehyung knew. He must know that you were a highly trained assassin, which was only a pretty word for paid serial killer. It made you the lowest of the low, the worst kind of human being, the kind that does not deserve compliments or sweet nothings.

He pushed your head back and licked your neck, up your trachea, collarbone to chin, leaving a long, wet stripe of saliva.

The unnatural action made your shiver in his hands.

He kissed down, scooping your breasts out, nicking your skin with his teeth, not asking, but aware that you could break his neck at any second. The Circle could call you right now and tell you Kim Taehyung needed to die and you would kill him without hesitation or remorse.

His lips closed around your nipple and his dark eyes were on yours once more.

There were no stars tonight.

The world that you and Taehyung had created in this spare office was only lit from below by the unsuspecting city through the window.

He sucked hard. He used teeth. He licked and pulled and streams of saliva dripped down your chest, your body shuddering in his hands, hands falling back onto the desk and leaning back, Taehyung over you, your shirt falling down your upper arms, the euphoric rush almost unbearable, too much feeling for your empty heart.

No talking, no words, nothing but sound. Gasps, slurping, kissing down your stomach, skin being scraped with teeth and hands, Taehyung’s dark eyes on your face, always on your face, and you looked down at him, watching him undo your slacks, never losing control, not even as he pushed your panties down and snaked his tongue in between your folds. Your jaw clenched as his warmth invaded yours, your hand fitting on the back of his head, curling your fingers in his hair, a solid grip that could not be broken unless he finished his job. His tongue slid in and flicked your clit, stroking its ego, your hips grinding into his face, nearly suffocating him, but Taehyung said nothing, his stare never leaving, almost unnerving, but you didn’t care.

Slicker, stronger, rougher, his lips closing in, sucking and licking, teeth nicking your clit, his hands on your ass and nails digging in, pushing you to him and lengthening the stroke of your hips to his face, flooding his mouth with sweet honey and his ears with savage snarls, his eyebrow cocking, the only indication that he was asking for you to cum, fingers splayed over your ass cheeks.

You sucked in a breath and bucked into his face, hissing, clit almost painfully throbbing, and Taehyung finally shut his eyes, groaning as he drank it all like he was trapped in the desert and your leaking core was his oasis.

He didn’t bother murmuring your name.

It wasn’t your real name anyway.

like unstable chemicals combining only to explode

Assassins don’t need to procreate.

You were given options.

You chose complete removal.

Your uterus was probably in some biohazardous landfill, rotting away.

The only visible scar was mixed with the thousands all over your skin. It didn’t mean much to you.

Taehyung removed his face from between your legs, strings of your cum all over his chin. They snapped and hung downwards, so viscous that they just suspended there. He wiped it up his skin and licked it off, breathing hard.

Maybe that was all he wanted, but that was not all you wanted.

You yanked him up by his tie, nearly making him choke, and then his orgasm-stained breath was in your face. You pushed his face to the side, fitting your chin to his broad shoulder and inhaled that comforting herbal scent, the scent of Taehyung, and you unbuckled his pants, pushing them down, sliding your hand under the waistband of his underwear and pulling his already hard cock out. He gasped into your neck, grabbing your arm, but you growled, pumping his length roughly, making it swell to its full girth in your hand.

You knew how big he was. It was recorded in his medical record.

what would it take for you to notice

You pulled one of your legs out of your pants, fitted it around his waist, and shoved him inside you, grimacing, your ass against the desk. Taehyung pulled his head back, dark brown eyes wide, shocked that you took him so fast but, to you, pain was life, and this was nothing. In fact, it was welcome pain, being stretched out, sinking down on him, maintaining eye contact.

“What if–”

“It’s not possible for me to get pregnant anymore.”

He searched your eyes, looking for the lie. He mouthed the word, anymore, and there were questions, but you cared not for them, slapping your hips to his and he gasped, grabbing your leg and fucking you hard, right into the desk, sloppy, wet, but so much force, lifting you a little to sit you partially on the wood and then pound you harder, practically impaling you with his large cock. Even then, your back didn’t arch. Even then, your head didn’t tilt back. You were panting, primal noises at your throat, and his eyes were on yours, and then your moans and his moans matched, both of you committing arson, setting your worlds ablaze with lust, your nails scraping against the desk and his nails piercing your thigh, leaving bruises and marks.

Taehyung leaned in, a heavy sigh and wanton hiss, your hot breath mixing with his, loud slaps of skin on skin, his cock brutally slamming into you, your pussy tightening all around him. In an instant, one particularly jarring thrust and you felt the rush igniting all your nerves at once, a wordless gasp between your bodies as it all crashed down on him. He grunted, jaw set, closing one eye at the force of your orgasm milking his out, cramming your tightness full of his release, hot strings painting your insides, wasted in the name of senseless desire.

i am a heart on fire and all the world's a fuse so don't get close

And now, in this dingy motel, dressed like a cheap whore, you looked up at Kim Taehyung, clad in a plain green sweater vest and t-shirt, light wash jeans ripped up and showing off his muscular legs. He stood out more than you, his strong and handsome features far too difficult to disguise, but he was no one of note, a simple company man who would never be investigated for anything because he was insignificant on paper. There was nothing for Kim Taehyung to hide.

Nothing except his nights with you.

the trouble and the worth am i better off on my own?

You got off the floor and went to the bathroom to wipe off your face, frowning at the amount you had piled on to mask most of your features. Taehyung waited patiently, as he had all this time. He didn’t want to see you with all that on either. You washed your face and came out of the bathroom, shouldering out of your fur coat and draping it on a rickety chair, nearly collapsing it with the weight.

Revealing your gun holster.

It sat on your left side, within easy reach of your right hand. You had a limited number of bullets. You never wasted your shot. This wasn’t an action movie. You unclicked the buckle holding it against your body and set it on the table, the modern tool of murder looking ominously black against the cheap wood, machine-carved patterns trying to make it look fancy, but the poor staining gave away all the mechanical mistakes.

“Is that for me?”

You looked up to the deep voice.

Taehyung gazed back at you, expression unreadable, but clearly referring to the gun. His hair wasn’t styled, black-brown curls shading his forehead, parted in the middle. Hands in his pockets, ass against the end of the bed.

“No.”

A simple answer with no further explanation.

The Circle did not instruct you to kill Taehyung, but that didn’t mean they wouldn’t at some point.

They were ruthless.

Taehyung was not looking at your skimpy clothes or your bare arms and legs. His eyes were on yours, as they always were, revealing his intent, hiding nothing. He had an intimidating stare and you had a pointed one, sharpened to drink in every observation until it was a part of your memory.

There was a bottle of red wine open on one of the nightstands, with one used wine glass.

Taehyung spread legs for you, as he did many times before.

You sometimes wondered why he continued with this. There was nothing he gained from it other than the actual sex itself. Did he feel sorry for you? Did he do it because fucking a murderer was an unattainable high in itself? Did he like you? Was he just killing time like how you killed other human beings? In some way you had contaminated him, and now Taehyung could not go back to his vaguely innocent life.

It didn’t matter what the reason was.

Better you not know.

He pulled one of his hands out of his pocket, opening an object with one hand. It was a black and gold tube of red lipstick. Shockingly red, far too expensive for someone like you, with those iconic overlapping C’s. He twisted it up. His other hand appeared and beckoned you to him.

You stepped up. Taehyung handed you the tube of lipstick, looking up at you, unsmiling but strangely satisfied. He produced a cheap pocket mirror from his other pocket. Held it in front of you.

You applied the red lipstick from the bullet, right onto your full lips.

Smooth, swift strokes.

Recapped the tube and handed it back to him.

Taehyung tossed it and the mirror onto the bed behind him and cupped your cheeks, kissing you right away.

damaged goods they soon forget in choking dust where we got left

Smearing the lipstick everywhere, red track-marks all over your neck and cheeks, lips and teeth working you. The satin finish was slippery, leaving streaks on his chin as well, heavy gasps of breath mixing between your bodies as you took his face in your hands, kissing him all over too, tangling your fingers in his hair and pulling it back, painting smears like bloodstains all over his golden tan skin, Taehyung moaning depravedly under you.

Your teeth scraped right against his Adam’s apple and his eyelids fluttered, quickly righting themselves to look at you through his long, dark lashes.

He reached back and felt around for the tube of lipstick, holding it out to you once more.

The mirror was face up on the bed, reflecting a small slice of this particular circle of hell you and Taehyung had created in this motel room.

You took the red lipstick.

for us all the stars refuse to shine

His vest and t-shirt disappeared, suddenly fading into the background, body pushed back onto the bed by your strong hands, toned chest exposed and you climbing over him, lips painted already, quite accurately despite the mess on your face already. The tube was once again recapped, rolling across the cheap duvet. The bedsprings shrieked, metal grating against metal, but that was a common sound in this sinful place, a place where all bad deeds come to be executed.

Adultery.

Drug use.

Death.

All of the above, sometimes.

You stared into those dark brown eyes and sculpted brows, beautiful lips parted and smeared with scarlet, all the way down to his collarbones and you leaned forward, kiss prints all over his pecs, Taehyung’s rumbling deep baritone above you, noises of pleasure and praise, nonverbal but just as communicative, breath hitching as you sucked on his skin, adding purple to the red. Your tongue flicked against his dark nipple, staining it with red lipstick, the floral taste in your mouth now, but it didn’t matter. The pleasure more important, lips closing around the hardened nub, flicking it with your tongue, your hand trailing down his chest.

Taehyung touched your hand and turned one of your nails inward.

Your fingers curled and you raked your nails down his torso.

He moaned above you, arching his back to receive more pain.

so tap the vein and light the match we burn like stars before the crash

Every time, it felt better, more intense, your nails and your lips on his hot skin, his sound above your head, the depth of his voice vibrating his chest cavity. Down, down, undoing his pants, yanking down his underwear, and soon they faded into the background too, his naked body before you, covered in slashes of red lipstick, gasping for breath, dark brown eyes on yours.

He didn’t say your name, because he still didn’t know it.

There was nothing to know.

You didn’t have a name.

The orphanage picked one for you all those years ago, but it was no longer a part of you, lost in a fire that tragically killed your paper trail, turning you into a meaningless existence, merely a cog in the Circle’s machine. Cared for and shrouded by the shadows, adding you to a part of their watch.

You were a very important cog, but a cog nonetheless.

“Taehyung.”

Those brown orbs widened, stained lips parting.

“Yeah?”

There was too much fondness in that low tone.

but for you there's still a chance, just let go

You just stared at him.

His breathing deepened, swallowing hard. His long fingers buried into the cheap bedding, his eyes darkening as his chin lowered, licking his lips slowly. He watched you from underneath his lashes, cocking an eyebrow.

“Do whatever,” he finally breathed. “I’ll take anything.”

Your gaze flickered down and he was already hard. Something about your eyes. You dropped down, tongue sliding out, wetly running over the thick length. Taehyung sucked a breath through his teeth, hand coming up to wipe his mouth and plant back down on the bed, staining the sheets with marks of your meeting.

You wrapped your lips around it and it pulsed in your mouth, getting bigger as you lowered your head, still looking at his face, watching him shiver and groan at your lipstick-covered lips enveloping his throbbing cock. You took it all, hitting the back of your throat, so fucking much that you could barely breathe, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was the sheer ecstasy painted over Taehyung’s handsome features, turning into drawn-out gasps as you began to move, bobbing up and down, your hands on the bed, neck straining from being stuffed full of cock. You could smell him every time you reached the base, that warm herbal scent flooding your nose, his thick length twitching in your mouth, fighting the tightness of your throat. You hollowed out your cheeks, tongue rubbing against the bottom, and Taehyung’s pitch hiked, biting his lip, lashes fluttering, pants shallowing.

“Fuck, oh, fuck…”

He was already filling your mouth to the brim, swollen head punching the back of your throat, bruising it in all the right ways, your moans trapped in your chest as you sped up, sucking harder, your fingertips brushing against his skin and spreading the lipstick-laced saliva all over his balls, adding to the sensation, Taehyung crying out as he looked into your hyper-focused eyes, his own pupils blown so wide they seemed to overtake the iris, starless and consuming all the pleasure you gave him.

He clenched his jaw and gritted his teeth, suddenly gasping as he came, shooting into the roof of your mouth, the scorching heat splattering against your throat and pooling there, so much and so thick that for a second you stopped to roll your eyes back, drinking his strong taste, before shoving his cock into your mouth again, fucking his cum down your throat so your were forced to gulp it down, barely breathing, enjoying your self-produced lightheadedness and Taehyung’s wail of protest, too sensitive to take your sudden rough pace, hand clawing at the air.

You slowed, licking him all over, soft, so soft, so much saliva, his stiff cock still dribbling out his orgasm for you to lap up.

His eyes on you again.

but now there's nowhere to run and yeah, there's nowhere to hide

And now you were naked, covered in red lipstick and his bites, straddling his lower torso, Taehyung licking between your breasts as you slid your ass down onto his still wet length, painted in Chanel, saliva, and cum, reaching down to reposition him at your entrance, his eyes shimmering, hazing out, high on you. Reflecting your form poised over him, a shadow with no morality.

You sank down and he moaned, low and deep, large hands on your waist and thigh, leading you. The thin walls of the motel did nothing to hide the screaming, the crying, the bed squeaks all around you two, above and below, whispers of devious deeds being performed meters away, but none of these things mattered. Your arms circled his broad shoulders and, as always, you were face to face, hawk-like, hyper-focused, and he was in front of you, fucked-out as your ass smacked into his balls, taking all of him, stretched out to an almost painful point.

He still didn’t know your name, so instead of saying it, his hand lifted and touched your chin, bringing your face to him, a slow, messy, pining kiss, your hips rolling into his, his moans wandering into your lips, eyes half-open to watch yours, your body shuddering with need, imploring you to fuck harder, rougher, to chase your pleasure, to chase it without abandon. You shoved Taehyung down onto the bed and smacked your hips into his, hissing at the jarring sensation of your tight hole being violently expanded by his long, thick length, nails digging into his tan skin. Taehyung harmonized with your lewd moans, husky depth adding to your heavy pants, following your rhythm and bouncing his ass on the hard mattress, hitting your deeper and more forcefully.

His hand fitted over yours, locking his fingers in between your spread ones, clutching tight, louder, louder, metal bedsprings screaming, your pants shallowing, staring down at Taehyung’s face covered with scarlet lipstick smears and dark brown curls sticking to his forehead.

what would it take for you to notice that i am a hand grenade pin already pulled so don't let go

You wiggled your hips, smacking his hardness against your walls and clenching down, ruining yourself, ruining him, feral cries and satisfied hisses mixing with Taehyung’s deep baritone, one of his hands interlocked around yours, time ticking down and ready to detonate, trapped in the murky expanse of Taehyung’s brown orbs, heartbeat roaring in your ears, so loud it felt like it was the only sound you could hear, everything fading out except Taehyung’s face and you bouncing onto his cock, nails digging into his pecs.

“Taehyung…”

Your voice, wretched.

Like a guitar string snapping suddenly while being played.

You threw your head back, overtaken by the explosive fire racing through your gasoline veins, ignited by your orgasm shattering through your core and firing upwards, pussy convulsing and clutching Taehyung’s cock mercilessly, making his eyes roll back and his head slam into the pillows, knuckles white as he gripped your hand tight, whining on the top of his lungs, the high shooting from you to him, cock jolting and spurting thick gushes of cum upwards, right into you.

A violent crescendo of illicit ecstasy.

Someone smashed something against the wall next door, most likely a lamp.

You slumped onto Taehyung’s chest, body trembling with shivers of pleasure. His torso rumbled, struggling for breath, releasing your hand and wrapping his arms around you. Nothing romantic about being covered in red lipstick, saliva, and cum dribbling out of your hole.

Taehyung shoved his chin into your hair and trapped you there for a long while.

as we chase the sun my shadow slows us down

You didn’t say anything as he cleaned you up and you cleaned him up, both sitting in the narrow, half-full, yellowed tub, far too close together, practically in each other’s lap, using bleached hotel towels to wipe off the lipstick and cum with lukewarm water.

You raised your head, hair stringy and clinging to your skin.

His dark hair was plastered to his natural glowing tan.

You leaned forward.

Taehyung waited.

You pressed your lips to his.

A touch.

you're better off and i know

You drew back.

Remembering your gun sitting on the table outside the bathroom.

Remembering the man that you had shot hours before, staging it like a suicide.

What did that man do? You didn’t ask, didn’t know. Didn’t want to know. An old man who maybe had grandkids, great-grandkids. Maybe he ruined the lives of his hired labor, staining them with sin. Maybe he was at the wrong time and wrong place. Maybe he was guiltier than you, taking victims and leaving them to suffer with traumatic memories that could ever be erased.

You stared into Taehyung’s eyes, feeling no remorse.

Taehyung took your hand.

Squeezed it tight, so tight his knuckles were white and it felt like your fingers were being crushed.

You let him hold it for ten seconds.

Then you reached over and peeled his fingers off, one by one.

Got out of the tub, picking up the towel from the ground. Drying off your body, not looking at him. Put your clothes back on, hair still wet and cold. Holster on, jacket over it. The second you opened the motel door, you were the drunken, unstable prostitute once again, mumbling under your breath, speaking to voices unknown, pointedly ignored and avoided by everyone around you, even as you stumbled through the city, wet hair swinging, the only reminder that Taehyung had been with you, dripping water onto the sidewalk.

You looked down at your hand.

The hand that could kill.

The hand Kim Taehyung squeezed and would squeeze again, barring you didn’t kill yourself by being in the murder business. When Taehyung finally got out of the bath, he would once again find the large wad of cash you had left.

Money was never the drive.

Kim Taehyung made anonymous donations to various charities in your stead, his accounting background knowing exactly how to fumble the numbers and names. He and you would never be suspected. He was a real human being, one who cared about those around him. He would know where to put the money, know how needed it most. You wouldn’t.

You didn’t know anything about compassion.

You didn’t know anything about kindness.

You didn’t know anything about love.

you're better off and i know and i know

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sapphicquill · 3 years ago

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congrats on 100 followers friend <3 may I ask for anything with ler!Fjord bc the way you wrote teasing in your TAZ fic was so good? or lee!Lucretia during the Stolen Century arc being tickled out of her antisocial little shell if you're in a TAZ mood :) -Chock

Whoops. This is what happens when my whole life gets flipped upside down and I have to move cross-country back home out of no where! Sorry for the long wait, I'm finally making headway on these fics. I owe the entirety of this fic to @ticklishnonsense's honey-tongued because that’s the Ultimate Teasey Ler!Fjord fic and to @poesparakeet-fics for the plot because my smol brain could not come up with anything good and she gave me THE GOODS. Hope you enjoy, @chockfullofsecrets!

(ao3 link!)

Rating: Teen

Characters: Fjord, Caleb Widogast

Wordcount: 2423

After everything they’ve all been through, Fjord thinks he can handle most things. Spitting up salt water in the mornings, nearly getting impaled by strangers on a regular basis, Nott rifling through his shit—while he’d rather not deal with all of that bullshit, he can and that’s the important thing.

But the crushing weight of all the damn pining happening between Caleb and Essek might be the one thing Fjord absolutely cannot handle for any longer.

It had started innocently enough. Hands brushing and secret smiles and eyes briefly meeting before diverting, full of nerves and excitement and swirling butterflies. He’d experienced some of the same with Jester, but the two wizards were starting to get insufferable. It was painfully obvious to anyone in the room that they had a thing for one another, and even if it wasn’t, Fjord had overheard Caleb whining to Jester more than once about the entire situation, so it wasn’t like he was entirely oblivious to his own crush.

But apparently perpetually sad and stuffy wizards are really bad at just admitting what was right in front of their faces. Fjord’s worried that one of them might just explode soon, and that’s the entirely altruistic reasoning that finally inspires him to insert himself into the situation.

Caleb’s problem, Fjord thinks, is one of confidence. He gets too caught up in his own keen mind, tangling everything up in his head and overthinking and overanalyzing and panicking and deconstructing until everything’s just a jumbled mess of knots. He just needs a little push is all. A little something to nudge him past the trouble that is thinking and into acting. And Fjord thinks he knows a fairly good method of encouragement.

Thus, Fjord is currently standing in the doorway of the mansion library, trying not to reveal his presence too early. Caleb is folded over a desk with a pinched expression on his face that Fjord knows by now means he’s reached some sort of roadblock in whatever he was working on. In other words: a perfect time for an interruption.

“Productive afternoon?”

It’s a testament to how close the group has gotten that Caleb only sort-of flinches at the sudden sound of Fjord’s voice.

“Ah, nein, not really,” the wizard replies as he straightens up. His back makes an ominous cracking noise as he sits up and Fjord winces in sympathy.

“Gods, then maybe it’s time to take a break, hm?”

“Ja, a break…” Caleb trails off, eyes drifting back to the scattered parchment and books on the desk. Fjord resists the temptation to roll his eyes at the utterly predictability of their headstrong wizard.

“Okay, well now I’m making you take a break, Widogast,” he says as he marches swiftly over to Caleb and practically hauls him out of his chair. Caleb, unsurprisingly, goes willingly, letting himself be shuffled over to a nearby sofa.

With a huff, Caleb sits and begins massaging his temples, willing away either a physical ache or a swirling mass of snarled thoughts and ideas. Fjord lowers himself down next to the human and pretends like he isn’t thrilled over what he’s about to do.

A comfortable silence descends then. After a few more vigorous rubs, Caleb leans his head back against the leather of the sofa and closes his eyes and Fjord figures this is the best chance to spring the trap.

Quick as a slash of his falchion, Fjord twists from his spot next to Caleb and pulls him down into a horizontal position before caging the human in from above. He hovers over the now-prone wizard and tries not to feel too smug as Caleb yelps but doesn’t move an inch to try to wiggle away.

“Scheiße, what the hell are you doing?”

“I’ve actually been meaning to talk to you about something,” Fjord says casually as he can. Caleb gives him an exasperated look, complete with raised eyebrow and suspicious frown.

“And this ‘something’ requires you to pin me to a sofa?”

Fjord grins before scooping both of Caleb’s wrists up with one hand and pulling them above his head. Exasperation shifts quickly into a mix of disbelief, fear, and anticipation and Fjord is lucky that around his friends, Caleb wears his emotions very clearly on his face.

“Well,” the warlock starts, “I kind of figured that this particular topic would send you scampering off if I didn’t take some preventative measures.”

A fiery blush colors Caleb’s cheeks and Fjord tries not to laugh.

“And something tells me I thought correctly.”

Caleb makes a noise not unlike one Fjord’s heard from Frumpkin and finally starts to struggle lightly in his grasp, like his body is only now catching up with the rest of him. Fjord lets him, figuring that letting the wizard work himself into a bit of a tizzy will just make his own task easier. Caleb’s terribly predictable. As the human squirms minutely under him, Fjord lets his free hand curve subtly into a claw and hovers it just next to Caleb’s lower ribs.

“Now, see, I also think you might benefit from a little preemptive encouragement, because you’re the most stubborn fucker I’ve ever met when you have to talk about anything personal...”

Fjord trails off when he notices that Caleb’s eyes have locked onto his hand, mostly because he knows that the brilliant mage has connected all of the appropriate dots and will voice a protest in three, two—

“N-nein, Fjord, wait just a moment, there is no need for—”

Fjord slowly flutters his fingers, still poised a hair’s breadth from the stretched expanse of Caleb’s ribs, and Caleb cuts himself off with a hitched laugh-gasp, eyes wide as saucers.

“I don’t think you’re in any position to negotiate right now,” Fjord says, the edges of his voice tinged with a low growl as he keeps the motion of his fingers going. Caleb doesn’t really do much aside from grow ever so slightly redder in the face.

Without further preamble, Fjord finally moves his hand to meet Caleb’s torso. It’s like the wizard has been hit with a successful Thunderwave—his whole body jolts before tensing up so tightly he trembles. Continuing the fluttering from before, Fjord traces across the space between Caleb’s two lowest ribs and grins when Caleb lets out something between a giggle and a whine.

“Gods, you’re so easy to rile up, you know that?”

Caleb’s giggling picks up at Fjord’s words. He’d have pity on the wizard if it wasn’t so adorable. Still gently teasing at the softness of Caleb’s lower ribs, the half-orc leans forward until his mouth is right next to his victim’s ear.

“You’re just that ticklish, huh?”

Caleb thrashes, throwing his head from side to side so rapidly Fjord would be worried the human would hurt himself if he hadn’t watched this happen numerous times before. For good measure, he lets his fingers drift up Caleb’s ribs and lets out a small laugh himself as the giggles morph into airy, full-blown laughter. Exactly as planned.

“So you and Essek,” Fjord says casually as he straightens back up, pitching his voice a little louder to be heard over Caleb’s bubbly laughter. The wizard definitely seems to register his words if the cut-off gasp and even more desperate wiggles are any indication. Fjord laughs a little to himself at the adorable way Caleb scrunches his nose when the increased movement does little to deter his attack. Taking a little pity, Fjord pushes on, his free fingers swirling tight circles up and down Caleb’s right side.

“You know he likes you too, right?”

Fjord’s not exactly sure humans are supposed to turn that shade of red, but Jester’s got healing spells to spare right now, so he continues.

“And as amusing as it is watching you two dance around each other, it’s getting a bit old.”

“B-bitte, Fjord—!”

Caleb’s own laughter cuts off whatever plea was going to escape next. The wizard flops his head a bit side to side, like if he shakes enough he’ll clear Fjord’s words like trapped water from his ears. It’s downright precious and one hundred percent ineffective.

Adjusting his grip on Caleb’s wrists, Fjord lets his fingers trail up his captive’s ribs in the same slow pace he knows will drive Caleb up the damn wall. It’s a little impressive, actually, how easily this light tickling can take their resident wizard apart. Particularly useful at certain times. He can feel Caleb trembling under him, laughs high and desperate as the light tracing fingertips slowly migrate up to what both Jester and Molly affectionately refer to as his worst “death spots.”

“So, here’s my idea.”

His fingers flutter just below the space where his holsters normally are—fortunate Caleb feels comfortable and safe enough to remove them when at the house—and the wizard groans through his laughter.

“Either you promise that you’ll confess to Essek the next time he’s around, or I’ll just have to keep tickling you forever. How’s that sound?”

“Wh-aaat? Bitte, no, that is e-eehviil!”

“That’s kind of the point, bud,” Fjord replies around another laugh of his own. He floats his fingers up the scant few millimeters to the space between Caleb’s uppermost ribs without prompting and hopes that the wail the human lets out doesn’t worry the rest of the Nein. (It shouldn’t, not with the frequency Caleb makes noises like that.)

“I’m not letting up until you tell me the first words out of your mouth when you see Essek next are ‘Can we talk somewhere privately, Shadowhand?’” Fjord pitches his voice into a terrifically awful imitation of a Zemnian accent that has Caleb laughing, somehow, even harder. Though, on second thought, that might have more to do with the rapid little scribbles he’s got focused on the space above Caleb’s top rib than his attempt at accentwork.

Unsurprisingly, Caleb doesn’t say anything much in response, instead throwing all of his effort into laughing and squirming ineffectively. Fjord keeps a careful ear out for any hint of the safeword Jester had insisted everyone know about and respect upon pain of near-death, but the only thing coming out of Caleb is whimpered begging and a spray of foreign curses. Perfect.

Fjord takes a split second to send a silent apology to Jester, who will no doubt be massively upset she missed out on assisting Fjord with this bit of encouragement, but this was his game right now, dammit, and it was time to go for the kill.

(Would it be worth the inevitable tickling the blue tiefling would dish out later? Most definitely.)

“Alright, well, suit yourself, Widogast.”

With that, Fjord moves the tickling to Caleb’s exposed underarm and focuses the entirety of his attention on making the human melt.

With an impressive amount of core strength, Caleb attempts to jackknife in half to throw Fjord off. Fortunately, their wizard’s tricks are well known by now. Fjord barely budges as he keeps up the spidering under Caleb’s arm, letting his fingers trail just the slightest bit up the underside of Caleb’s bicep before reversing back down to the soft spot just above Caleb’s uppermost rib.

The fight drains out of the mage just as quickly as it revved up, leaving him loose and floppy and lost in the throws of his own cackling. Fjord would feel bad if he didn’t know how much Caleb was enjoying himself. Time to step things up a notch.

“You know how to get me to stop, Caleb. Do you really like the thought of me tickling you like this more than the idea of confessing to a crush you know is damn-well mutual? Really seems like it.”

More wailing, more thrashing, but still, no dice. Maybe a slightly different approach…

“Gods above, you’re just too ticklish for your own good, aren’t you?”

As always, Caleb responds viscerally to the mere word and that, of all things, seems to be the final straw.

“Scheiße, bitte! Habt mitleid! Ohhkay, I pr-promise!”

“You promise what?”

“Oh please, I caa-aan’t—!”

Fjord shifts from light tracing along Caleb’s top ribs to a solid press of his palm, steadying the human as his laughter slowly eases up. After a few gulps of air, Caleb continues.

“I will tell Essek how I truly feel when we next encounter him, I swear to you!”

“You’re absolutely promising me you’ll spill about your deep, undying love for Essek Thelyss the very moment he’s within twenty yards of you?” Fjord taunts, curling his fingers back into a claw at Caleb’s right side. The human tenses and anticipatory giggles start bubbling from him almost instantly.

“Ja, ja, I a-ahh-m!”

“Good!” Fjord says brightly, pulling his hand away from Caleb’s squirming form. He smiles down at Caleb, who looks about ready to protest the large hand still pining his wrists to the sofa, before lowering himself to speak directly into the wizard’s ear.

“And maybe after you two have worked everything out, I’ll have a little chat with Essek myself about how much you like this particular method of torture.”

Caleb looks a bit like he’s swallowed a toad.

“F-fjord, mein Gott, wait—”

“I’m sure Molly and Jester would be more than happy to help me tell him all of the best ways to tickle you senseless, hmm? They’re tieflings, you know how honest they get when tickling comes up. They’ll just gush about how much you love it when we wreck you until you can’t remember your own name.”

He isn’t even tickling him anymore, but Caleb is giggling, light and bubbly and tortured, all from Fjord’s teasing alone.

“Hell, maybe we’ll all get you the next time Essek comes by the tower. How’d you like that, him watching you get tickled by every single one of us until you cry and knowing you love every minute of it?”

Caleb’s just babbling in Zemnian through his laughter, eyes squeezed shut and a grin pulling wide at his lips.

“D’you think he’d join in if we asked him to?”

Caleb just keeps laughing. Fjord grins. Mission successful.

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