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s1arco Ā· 2 days ago
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god he is SO divorced
proship please don't interact
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made from this perfectly timed screenshot
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queerly-autistic Ā· 11 months ago
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I've been thinking about potential pick-up of Our Flag Means Death by another streamer, and how it all might be tying in with the current BBC release, and I have some thoughts about what might be happening and what we can do to give the show the best chance of being picked up.
I think it's important to start by saying that all the whisperings that I heard over the past few months (including from some people who work at/with the BBC) pointed firmly towards a scheduled March release for Our Flag Means Death on the BBC. Needless to say, this means I was extremely surprised when they suddenly announced it was dropping at the beginning of February. I think it's also clear from everything I've seen that the BBC's marketing/social media plan for the release was not ready for February (there was no trailer, which was odd), which, again, really supports the idea that the show was initially schedule for a March release, not a February release.
I firmly believe the release was brought forward. The question is: why? Is it because they saw how much noise and press the show (and our campaign) was getting, and decided to try and capitalise on it? Or is there something else going on?
On top of that, we now have specific questions about Our Flag Means Death appearing on YouGov UK, including asking whether respondents would watch another series. This doesn't just happen. The charity I work for has commissioned YouGov polling (including some very recently) which I have been tangentially involved with, and so I know that this sort of polling is not easy work, and it's not cheap. Someone has put time AND money into commissioning this polling. This is significant. Someone is not only watching, but they are specifically watching the UK response to the show, and putting questions to the UK audience about it.
I have strong suspicions that a streamer (or several streamers) are interested in picking up the show, and are using the UK release as a live case study (Apple, Amazon and Netflix also have a presence in the UK, so we are a big target audience for them in a way we never were for Max). This could account for both the potential bringing forward of the BBC release (they didn't want to wait until March), and the YouGov polling that's going on (bear in mind, the YouGov questions were specifically as part of a wider survey about streaming services).
And this isn't just a passing interest: working with the BBC to bring forward the release, and investing time and money into YouGov polling? That's a strong interest. That's so interested they've already invested something into it.
Of course, I don't know anything for certain, so take everything with a pinch of salt (it's just a theory...a gay pirates theory...), but I think it's something to consider as a strong possibility.
So what does this mean for us?
It means we need to keep streaming on iPlayer. Watch it as many times as you can. Share it with your friends and family. If you're outside the UK, get yourself a VPN and join the party. Watch the live broadcasts on Monday nights (if you have iPlayer, you can stream the live broadcast - this is what I do because I don't have a TV). Keep tweeting about it (add the #OurFlagBBC hashtag to the existing hashtags we're using). Tag and email the UK media (including TV guides and radio shows) and ask them to talk about the show/our campaign. If you're tagging/emailing Apple, Amazon or Netflix, make sure you mention you're from the UK (and tag their UK specific social media accounts).
According to Parrot Analytics, the demand in the UK for the show is rising - let's keep adding to that!
You can also sign up to YouGov and rate the show (more instructions in the quote retweets of the tweet I linked to earlier), and keep answering questions about TV shows and streaming (and marking Our Flag Means Death as one of your interests) as a way to try and get them to give you the specific questions about the show (these start as a question about streaming and streaming services, which then turn into questions about OFMD, so if you get a survey like that, take it!).
It's also worth considering that if there's any validity to this, then there's a possibility that they might be waiting until after the show has finished airing in the UK (the finale is airing on 25th March) to crunch all the numbers together. This means that if we don't hear anything in the next few weeks, do not despair! We need to buckle in for a long fight, and to keep pushing the show and making noise over the next few weeks and months, especially around the BBC release.
This show is worth the fight. Let's get our damned men back!
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dangerliesbeforeyou Ā· 5 months ago
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ok so ive been rewatching psychoville and saw on the wikipedia that there were a bunch of websites made for the series (they were all written by reece and steve btw) which i've been looking through cos they are genuinely SO fucking funny & also just amazingly creative lol!
anyway i know people in the fandom probs already know about this (since the show came out literally 15 years ago pfft) but i thought i'd share some of my fav bits (but honestly would just recommend just checking them out if you haven't i have been crying with laughter for literally hours lol)
i will say that a lot of the media (videos, games, etc) no longer work on the archived sites rip but i'm sure people have uploaded some of the stuff (vids especially) to yt or other places lol
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so a) i love that we get some background stuff on jelly and 2) 'captain CRACKERS' bernie clifton's dressing room reference question mark ??????? (ofc bcdr was AFTER this but i know love the idea that mr jelly trained under len pfft)
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what that red raw stump do though šŸ‘€ (sorry pfffft)
mr jolly's website wasn't that interesting soz tho i did like him comparing being a doctor to being a clown lol
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the comment about fag bears did make me wheeze i'm afraid lol i also loved the blurry photos of lomax's commodities lol (kinda reminded me of the bit in tlog w/ that terrible old photographer guy lol)
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when i tell you i DIED with laughter at the 'now known as hull' bit like u just know reece wrote that bit pfft
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not really a funny thing but this poem written by david honestly kinda breaks my heart lol... i think it also a lot of additional context to david's guilt when he thought he'd killed his father(faver) because perhaps he felt guilty about NOT feeling guilty you get me? like, it felt to me that when maureen told david it was SHE who killed her husband, it didn't feel like he was mad at her for doing it, but more that she kept the fact from him. it's about... the mutual oedipus-coded obsession with one another that couldn't even be destroyed in death and in this essay i will....
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ghoul_lass23 is just like me but about tumblr lol fr
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nothing feels more cursed than the phrases 'the river minge has burst its banks', 'crying creamy tears' and 'fleshy rapunzel' (which i've just noticed they misspelt lol... don't think that was intentional lol?) so if i had to read this so do you <3
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the way that i kinda wish this actually existed tho pfft... also, it does kinda remind me of that video where jenny nicholson talked about that insane reality show 'opposite worlds' lol
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'cross between seven and glee' is honestly sending me pfft
also on this part there was a script from stinkfinger (which is a show mentioned on the show) which sounded suspiciously like a reference to tlc lol
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the less said about swastknickers the better
(will say i did nearly piss myself laughing at the nazi section of the hoity toity website lol which wasn't a sentence i thought i'd type today lol)
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i just love these kinds of jokes pfft
also the whole biography sections of each of the pantomime cast are fab lol tho i AM kinda pissed they made debbie from yeovil and yet didn't give her a west country accent lol!!! (i guess they thought it'd be a bit much w/ joy being bristolian but i'm still mad about it lol)
also i know people have probably already pointed this out but i do find it funny that brian in the in9 episode last night of the proms is a closeted gay guy who likes watching drag was probably a reference to brian in this show that was a drag queen like... is anything these guys do NOT a reference??? u know those gaylor fans who obsessively look for clues in her songs about her apparent secret sexuality? all i'm saying is that i think they'd really like the extended reece shearsmith & steve pemberton universe pfft
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all three of these made me cry with laughter lol
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ohh this is interesting lol so obviously they suspected that some people might be all 'um why didn't the sprinklers go off during the fire at ravenhill? plot hole much!' so they wrote this into one of the websites so they could be like SEE! WE'RE ONE STEP AHEAD OF YOU DUMBASSES lol
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both the jeremy kyle reference (remember when that was a thing? yikes... my mum used to watch his show CONSTANTLY...) and nurse kenshington's thoughts on david and maureen are interesting lol.. also there's a reference to the serial killer top trumps in this bit lol! (do people still play top trumps?? man i LOVED top trumps lol...)
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the entire sunnyvale care home section is so fucking funny (both the website AND in the show lol mrs wren/mrs ladybird face is unironically probably my favourite character on the entire show) these were just some of my fav gags lol...
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ok but why is this the SECOND reference to a guy punching a child who was apparently looking at his dick lol!??!! did this happen to one of you ??!!?!? reece did you punch a child ??!???!?!??
&&&& that's it lol
there were a few websites i didn't spend long on or generally weren't that interesting (coughmidgetgemscough) but honestly? i was really captivated with just how funny and well put together all these sites were! you can tell they had a lot of fun making it and i'm sure fans at the time LOVED being able to have this semi-interactive element of the show lol
there was just something so wonderfully late 00's about these websites lol i genuinely don't think i've laughed this much at anything in literal months and all of this is just solidifies that psychoville is a criminally under-appreciated masterpiece lol
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ofmdrecaps Ā· 6 months ago
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07/07/2024 Daily OFMD Recap
TLDR; Rhys Darby; Taika Waititi; Samson Kayo; Leslie Jones; Vico Ortiz: OFMD S2 BTS, DateMyAbeulitaFirst; Rachel House + Cats; Gypsy Taylor; Uproar In Canada; #YouBearFineThingsWell; Articles; Fan Spotlight: Cast Cards; Big Gay Energy Podcast; Our Flag Means Fanfiction Podcast; NeverLeftPodcast Preview; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Today's Taika;
== Rhys Darby ==
New episode of The Cryptid Factor is available on Spotify!
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Source: The Cryptid Factor Podcast
== Taika Waititi ==
Taika attended the Corti a Corte 2024 Film Festival in Italy this past weekend!
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Source: manifesto_cieco Instagram
In addition to these lovely photos of Taika-- he posted another cut of the Belvedere Vodka video he Directed and Starred in with Future. Idk about you, but I love hearing Taika's voice again in these posts, you can tell he's feeling more himself and comfortable talking on socials again!
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== Samson Kayo ==
Samson posted a preview of the new F1 movie he'll be starring in that comes out in July 2025! Check the trailer out below!
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Source: Samson Kayo's Instagram
== Leslie Jones ==
Leslie out again at the LA Sparks game! She's also been out guest starring on Howie Mandel's show! The content was a bit raunchy so I will link to it instead of posting it here, but if you're interested, there's plenty of content!
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Source: Leslie Jones Instagram
== Vico Ortiz ==
= OFMD S2 BTS =
Vico has uploaded more OFMD S2 BTS on their Patreon!
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Source: Vico Ortiz' Patreon
= Date My Abuelita First! =
New episode of Date My Abuelita First with Vico! Check it out here!
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Source: DateMyAbuelitaFirst's Instagram
== Rachel House ==
Alright, so Rachel has uploaded many cat videos to her Instagram Stories from a cat competition! They're adorable and she did a lot of commentary on each cat, so I figured I'd share one and then a couple picture of the rest. Yes, more cat content, I will never get tired of it!
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Source: Rachel House's Instagram
== Gypsy Taylor ==
Our genius costume designer from S2, Gypsy Taylor put together this pretty amazing outfit for the McCrispy campaign!
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Source: HayleyEganDesign's Instagram
== Uproar in Canada! ==
One of our fantastic crew-mates @uncertain-delights was kind enough to bring up on the last recap that Uproar is also available on Hoopla in Canada and you can watch it free with your library card! Check out HooplaDigital here!
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Source: @uncertain-delights
== #YouBearFineThingsWell ==
Only a few days away from the start of Rhys' new show: The Hungry Games: Alaska's Big Bear Challenge! Our crewmates over at @adoptourcrew will be celebrating this upcoming week! You can check them out on twitter!
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Source: AdoptOurCrew Twitter
== Articles ==
Our friends over at @adoptourcrew shared several articles that mentioned OFMD!
Source: Adopt Our Crew Twitter
In addition to the articles that mentioned OFMD @adoptourcrew also brought up the following article regarding queer storytelling.
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Source: Adopt Our Crew Twitter
== Fan Spotlight ==
= Cast Cards =
More Emmy Submissions tonight for @melvisik's Cast Cards! John Enroth, one of our OFMD composers, with Mark Mothersbaugh and Albert Fox 'for Outstanding Music Composition in a Series for Mermen'
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Source: @melvisik's Twitter
= Big Gay Energy Podcast =
Big Gay Energy Pod is back covering OFMD Season 2, Episodes 7 & 8!
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Source: Big Gay Energy Podcast Instagram
= Our Flag Means Fanfiction =
The Silly Voices Episode of Our Flag Means Fanfiction drops tomorrow! Check them out on your preferred Podcast Platform via their Linktr.ee!
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Source: Our Flag Means Fanfiction Instagram
= Preview: Jul 16 Never Left Podcast =
Never Left Podcast has an exciting upcoming interview with our Father Teach - Damien Gerard! It'll be released on July 16th! You can follow Never Left Pod on Instagram or check out their linktree for the best place to listen once it's released!
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Source: Never Left Podcast's Twitter
== Love Notes ==
Hey there lovelies! Here we are, at the end of the weekend again. Hopefully you got some good rest, or had some good clowning, or generally just had some time to yourself.
I have a bit of an odd question for you tonight, and that is --
Have you thought about Little You lately? About the little person you were years ago when you were younger? Little You could be a kid, or a teenager, or really anyone you were before today. Do you know how much Little You loves you? Do you know how proud they are of you for getting this far? Even if you're not in the place you want to be, that younger you is so grateful you're still here, and you're still trying. Little You loves you more than anyone else on this planet-- even if you didn't love yourself when you were them. They are still rooting for you every single day. Little You can see how far you've come, and Little You forgives you for all the things you hold against yourself. Remember to give your Little You a hug sometime, they're always here for you if you need them. Sometimes Little You's need the you you are now to help them heal the places they were in at the time--sometimes you're not ready for that, and that's totally okay too. One day you will be, and Little You will still be there, still loving you, and still rooting for you, and you can give them love right back when you're ready. You are wonderful, and unique, and beautiful, and brilliant and always have been lovelies---when you were Little You, and how you are today.
Even if your brain tells you otherwise sometimes-- You are so very loved, and you always have that Little You in your court if you need them. Feel free to exchange hugs with them whenever you need it, they're always there. I'm thinking of you lovelies, take care of yourselves and get some rest -- tomorrow is a new day.
== Daily Darby / Today's Taika ==
No real theme tonight, unless you want to consider it the Sunday Sillies. Gifs courtesy of two of the kindest, warmest, funniest, darling folks on the planet @agaywithcoffee and @ofmd-ann <3
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virtualtadpole Ā· 2 months ago
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Think you know older Thai stuff? Well, do you know THESE?
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Here's something different for a change. Do you know what series/movies/shorts these are from? Have fun guessing! I'll come back to edit the post with answers in a few days.
Okay, here are the answers!
i Stories: GĀ (2018) - Part of an anthology of LGBT-themed short films sponsored by Honda Motorcycle. PPĀ 's character is part of a group of gay friends who knew each other from being dumped by the same guy.
Love Songs Love Series: Small Boats Should LeaveĀ (2017) - A non-BL miniseries with a small side plot where PlustorĀ 's character has a crush on his best friend, played byĀ Captain.
Part TimeĀ (2016) - The series has a BL side played by Kimmon and Zo Wongsapat (not in other BLs).
Wun Rak Phon Phak Tang Tua 2Ā (2016) - Not a BL. This scene from the sitcom has Mean Phiravich and Nut (ntsuntorn, who was in Water Boyy)Ā 's characters doing servicey things for their vlog to gain followers.
The SchoolĀ (2015) - Gameplay and Bombbam Kirati (also seen in What the Duck) play this series' BL side couple.
Love SmartĀ (2015) - A short web miniseries featuring Tommy and Tape Worrachai (The Tuxedo).
The UnderwearĀ (2017) - One of the storylines in the series is Got Kanidsorn (Bar in Love Mechanics 2022)Ā 's character secretly crushing on his straight best friend played byĀ Tong Supanut (Lop in Unforgotten Night).
Love Lie Hide FakeĀ (2018) - Job (Miracle of Teddy Bear) and Best Anavil (Till the World Ends)Ā 's characters play a shipped couple acting in a series, though the show's actual BL pairing is Best with Pop Khamgasem.
Memory of LoveĀ (2016) - A student short film series featuring Benz Natthapong (EN of Love: This is Love Story) and Mo Weerasak Saenkuntawong (not in other stuff).
Sugar CafĆ©Ā (2018) - A straight rom-com movie with Zee and Year Chotritud (who had small parts in The Effect, Our Days) as a tiny BL side pair.
Dangerous BoysĀ (2014) - An action movie with an early BL side coupleĀ quite notably kissing on-screen,Ā played by Oat Pasakorn (So Much In Love) and Tong Surawit (Tamtam in That's My Candy).
Love O-netĀ (2014) - one of the early proto-BL TV dramas, featuring Tong Piroonwat (Prince in Fahlanruk) and Speck Phisitphong (Chama in the same series).
LieĀ (2016) - a student short film featuring Singto and Kanin Smuthkochorn (better known as an ice hockey player).
Please... Siang Riak WinyanĀ (2017) - A horror series and not actually BL at all. Mark Siwat and Perth TanaponĀ play step brothers.
The Right Man: Because I Love YouĀ (2016) - one of three short films sponsored by gay dating app Blued, featuring War and Earthlee Ardivat Leeruangsri (hasn't done other acting work).Ā Each had a certain holiday-associated theme. This one's was mother's day, and it's a cute story about War's character, who's reluctant to come out to his mom. There are a few brief sequences of the boys hooking up and dating, but they don't really show anything particularly naughty (the picture is only seen as a still insert).Ā Sorry for the tease. šŸ˜†
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dreamingofthewild Ā· 1 month ago
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100 Bloodweave Fanfic recommendations
As there are over 3,000 Bloodweave fanfics, I have been wanting to do a fanfic rec list for a while. To share some of the works I enjoyed and to offer support for the talented writers in the fandom. I opted for 100, as it is a nice number for a rec list. It was very hard to narrow it down, and there are many good fics that, unfortunately, didn't make it too the list. This is not meant as a 'Top 100' list.
The recommendations will be shared in 6 parts as it is too much for one post.
Part 2: In Universe Canon One-Shots - 17 fics.
Of Jackpots and Sticky Fingers by Asidian. 2,736 words. Astarion and Gale encounter the Djinn at the Circus of the Last Days. Hijinks ensue.
Warding Bond by Haarlec. 4,136 words. Fluff and Angst. For Bloodweave Brainrot's 31 Gays of Summer - Day 4 - Shield.Ā 
Dissonance by Quillscales. 2867 words. Manipulation, Implied/ Referenced DubCon. Tav attempts to manipulate Gale into participating in a fivesome with the drow twins and Halsin. Astarion isn't having it. Can be seen as romantic or platonic.
There's no Healing in not Feeling by amberxwrites. 2,872 words. The Araj scene, Tav being a jerk. Five times Gale questions Astarion about his relationship with Tav, and the one time he does something about it. Can be seen as romantic or platonic.
Starving by milestogo2. 7,276 words. Past Abuse, Suicidal Thoughts. Hurt/ Comfort.Ā Gale comforts Astarion during a troubling time.
Veneficus Duellm by Aria_Lerendeair. 8,930 words. Gale challenges a group of wizards looking to kidnap Astarion and return him to Cazador to a wizard duel.Ā I would also recommend this one to non-Bloodweave shippers. Gale gets to be badass and show how competent he is with magic.
Feebleminded by spAceArrow. 3,004 words. Hurt/ Comfort.Ā Astarion is hit with the feebleminded spell. Gale helps.
a delicacy of undeath by shroomonabroom. 3,800 words. Dead Dove Do Not Eat, Angst, Mind the Tags.Ā Gale finds an alternative cure to vampirism: a spawn needs to kill their Master and then consume their heart. Make sure that you have a tissue handy.
All those regrets we cannot bear by Astralia. 7,305 words. Angst, No Comfort, Smut.Ā Gale and Astarion pushed each other towards ascension. They say the way to the Hells is paved with good intentions, and they both paid the price for it.
Like Broken Shards of Stained Glass by lividstatue. 3,089 words. Astarion sees himself for the first time in the Self-Same Trial. Gale attempts to be there for him, despite the gauntlet dredging up his past.
Counterspell by kimprobable21. 7,735 words. Fluff, Catching Feelings.Ā Oh no, whatever is a simple rogue to do when their handsome wizard turns against the party, and they donā€™t have access to counterspell? There must be some way for Astarion to block the verbal and somatic components of Galeā€™s scorching rayā€¦
Recipe for Disaster by fsaoud. 8,255 words. Angst, Fluff, Trauma. Inspired by that one line of banter where Astarion says that he pictured his return to Baldur's Gate to include days of hedonistic debauchery and Gale says that it sounds like a recipe for disaster but he is starting to enjoy the taste of chaos.
if my heart stops beating, we'll bleed the same way by AgentBuzzkill. 8,640 words. Hurt/ Comfort, Angst. Gale falls in battle during the fight with Lorrakan and Astarion does not take it well.
These marks will stay by Elowen. 8,434 words. New Relationship, Smut, Comfort. When Astarion loses his tadpole powers and is forced to flee from the sun, it is (to his surprise) Gale who follows him into the dark to offer comfort.
The Missing Piece by thealphaaxolotl. 10,811 words. Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Introspection. Astarion doesn't realize he has feelings for Gale until the wizard is taken by Orin.
The winding road to Waterdeep by LuckofTymora (FelixFelicis). 1,500 words. Hurt No Comfort, Angst, Grief/ Mourning. When Orpheus dies before they can reach the Crown of Karsus, Gale has no choice but to use the orb. Astarion isn't okay with this.
At Last by seagull_soda. 4,716 words. Hurt/ Comfort.Ā The orb is stabilized and Gale gets to have a big ugly cry as a treat.
Part 1: In Universe Canon Multi-Chapter - 15 fics
Part 3: In Universe Canon Divergent - 16 fics.
Part 4: In Universe Post-Canon Multi-Chapter - 20 fics.Ā 
Part 5: In Universe Post-Canon One Shots - 14 fics.Ā 
Part 6: Alternate Universe - 18 fics.
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divine-knight-hand Ā· 1 year ago
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Live to Serve
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Lady Loki Masterlist || Full Masterlist || Read on AO3
Pairing: Female-Presenting Queen!Loki Laufeyson (or, more like Laufeydottir) x Female Einherjar Soldier!Reader
Summary: After a promotion celebration in honor of your latest act of service to Asgard, you request a new way to be of service to your beloved queen.
Content Warnings: Assisted stripping, unusual pet names (I guess?), slight praise, Loki being a little tease, thighriding, brief mention of marking (hickeys, and the like), cunnilingus, facesitting
ā€¦Also, I canā€™t tell if there's any dom/sub dynamic here. I blacked out and suddenly they had, like, this back-and-forth thing. So, be on the lookout for that. šŸ˜…
Notes: After making this silly little post, the gears in my brain went into overdrive, and suddenly, I gave life to this~
I was also inspired by that one TikTok sound that's all like "When I say sit on my face, don't just put 10% of your body weight down. Fucking sit on it. Sit. Like a chair. Don't ask if I can breathe. Just sit down." Lmaooo! So, there's that. (I'm so gay for writing this šŸ¤£)
Also, Iā€™d be a criminal if I didnā€™t thank @fandxmslxt69 for reading the first half of this and helping me decide what direction I wanted it to go. Even if this wasnā€™t one of her typical reads, sheā€™s the sweetest person ever and wanted to help anyway. So, THANK YOU, MY WIFE!!! MWAH!!! šŸ’•
Word Count: 3,054
Dividers by @benkeibear [DEACTIVATED]
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ā€œYou have fight in you. I canā€™t help but commend that.ā€ Loki towered above me, her voice carrying throughout the throne room, though she didnā€™t seem to have to use any effort to retain her volume.
Everything about her was regal as ever. Her dark, wavy hair. Her strong cheekbones. Her long, elegant green dress and gold horned headdress. She was everything anyone expected the queen of Asgard to be. She was perfect.
ā€œYour actions today prevented tragedy on a massive scale.ā€ She continued. ā€œHad you not employed your skillset the way you had today, the Kursed would have done more than tire out our border patrol."
ā€œI tried to act accordingly to limit the threat to our kingdom.ā€ I straightened my back in my kneeling position at her feet. ā€œI live to serve the people of Asgard.ā€
What I really wanted to say was ā€œI live to serve youā€, but a glint in Lokiā€™s eye gave me the feeling that she already knew that.
ā€œYour efforts donā€™t go unnoticed.ā€ The corner of her lip twitched into a small smirk. ā€œI do believe itā€™s about time for a promotion of sorts, donā€™t you?ā€
She reached down to softly grab me by the chin, and my heart fluttered. It took everything out of me not to let my eyes flutter shut and sigh under her touch. I wasnā€™t clear on my relationship with Loki, but, whatever it was, it wasnā€™t typical of a queen and a member of her army. I definitely didnā€™t need anyone else catching wind of what we had between us.
My attention returned to the sound of her saying my full name in that same regal voice of hers. ā€œSomeone with your work ethic shouldnā€™t be kept in a position among the rest of the Einherjar. That would be an insult to your potential. Do you accept the responsibility that comes with being the queenā€™s personal Einheri?ā€
My eyes widened. Her what?
ā€œYou would be tasked with staying by my side at all times, as well as ensuring my absolute protection.ā€ She continued. ā€œIt will not be easy.ā€ She softly chuckled, mischief briefly glinting in her eye. ā€œBut, I promise great rewards for you in return.ā€
My heart was pounding in my ears. She might as well have asked me if I would accept her hand in marriage.
I took a deep breath to compose myself. ā€œNo reward would be greater than the opportunity to personally ensure your safety, min dronning.ā€
ā€œVery well.ā€ She let go of my face and conjured a green handkerchief in her hand before knighting me with it. ā€œStarting today, youā€™ll bear the duties of my greatest protector.ā€ She held the handkerchief out to me. ā€œTake this as a token of my appreciation to you, and rise for the people of Asgard.ā€
Applause immediately filled the throne room as I gingerly accepted the handkerchief before rising to my feet. Loki and I shared a smile before I turned to face the audience. Cheering the loudest in the front row were some of my closest friends, Sif, Hogun, Volstagg, Fandral, and Thor. Heimdall stood beside them, his lips curved up in a proud smile as he silently nodded in approval. I bashfully waved at them, willing my cheeks not to glow with my embarrassment. I wasnā€™t particularly used to being the subject of this level of congratulations.
Wanting to avoid all the eyes on me, I looked back down at the handkerchief in my hands. It was clearly representative of Loki, green with elegant gold embroidery. Upon a closer look, I noticed that the embroidered designs formed words.
Find me in my chambers tonight, it read.
That was when I felt Lokiā€™s fingers curl around my shoulder before she softly purred against the shell of my ear, ā€œDu har gjort meg veldig glad i dag, kjƦledyr~ā€
I felt a shiver down my spine, and had to bite my tongue to keep from moaning with the sudden desire I felt for her. Tonight couldnā€™t come fast enough.
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ā€œKneel.ā€ The command was soft, but firm, and I didnā€™t hesitate to obey.
After my knighting ceremony, there was a feast in my honor. The festivities were almost too much, and I couldnā€™t help but almost feel that I didnā€™t deserve all this praise. When I wasnā€™t facing the embarrassing congratulations from my dear friends, my eyes scanned the room for Loki, locking eyes with her in a knowing glance.
Tonight, she seemed to silently promise me.
Each time, I held her gaze a little too long after she looked away before another one of my friends brought me back to reality.
Once the celebration was over, I didnā€™t waste a second before heading to her room. Now, I kneeled before her, still in my golden armor from the dayā€™s work.
The low candlelight did nothing to diminish her regality. It only served to deepen the angles of her face as she slowly strolled over, the sound of her heels clicking against the floor and echoing off of the walls to fill the silence between us.
ā€œYou arrived quicker than I anticipated you would.ā€ She cupped my face in her hand, thumb rubbing over my bottom lip. ā€œAlready so eager to please. Isnā€™t that right, pet?ā€
I let my eyes flutter shut and sighed into her touch. ā€œYes, my queen.ā€
Then, she let go, all too soon, before strolling over to her full-length mirror. ā€œNormally, I have my maids assist me with this,ā€ She moved her hair, revealing the lacing along the back of her gownā€™s corset. ā€œBut, consider this your first assignment.ā€
I felt my heart flutter. ā€œWhatever you need, Iā€™ll do it.ā€
ā€œYou can start by helping me out of this gown.ā€ She purred, ā€œRise, min Einheri~ā€
Another pang of desire hit me at the sound of her calling me hers. I suddenly craved to hear it again. Min Einheriā€¦
I slowly and wordlessly took to my feet before approaching her. She didnā€™t turn to look at me, instead, meeting my eye through the mirror in front of her.
ā€œBe gentle, now,ā€ She twirled one of her raven locks around her finger. ā€œI rather like this one.ā€
All I could manage was a nod before I began to untie the back of her gown. I didnā€™t even realize, but as my fingers worked to undo the knots, I slowly leaned in closer to her. The smells of her perfumes and shampoo almost made me dizzy. In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to kiss her, just to be able to taste her essence.
Once I loosened the corset, Loki shrugged off the dress, and it fell into a pool of fabric on the floor as she let out a sigh of relief. ā€œThatā€™s better.ā€
I bit the inside of my cheek as I took in the image in front of me. Loki stood before me in nothing more than a set of lacy green underwear. This wasnā€™t my first time seeing her like this, but I just couldnā€™t get past the awe I was struck with each time I was blessed with this vision. This goddess.
My hands itched to explore every inch of her newly exposed skin, but my eyes wasted no time in doing so. They traced along the softness of her thighs, the plumpness of her ass, and the curves of her hips, before inappropriately lingering on her pillowy breasts once she turned to face me.
I bit my lip against a growing throbbing sensation in my core.
ā€œDo you like what you see, pet?ā€ I looked up to meet the mischievous glint that returned to her eye. ā€œI desire to give you so much more than this.ā€ She strolled over, wrapping her arms around the back of my neck. ā€œAfter all, I have yet to personally reward you for your loyalty.ā€
She was so tantalizingly close, our mouths only a breath apart, but before I could think to part my lips as an invitation, she pulled away. ā€œWhoops! We canā€™t leave that lying around, now can we?ā€ She cupped my cheek, rubbing the apple of it. ā€œWould you mind hanging that up for me before it wrinkles?ā€
ā€œOf course,ā€ I breathed, and she smiled before walking off.
I let out a small sigh as I picked her gown up off of the floor. Leave it to Loki to be a tease. It was as if it was her bedroom trademark to always leave her partner wanting more, and I would gladly fall for it every time. It was a delicious vicious cycle.
I entered her grand walk-in closet, combing through the numerous gowns, tunics, and other glamorous articles of clothing before finding a spot to hang up her gown.
Suddenly, I heard Loki groan my name from the bedroom. My heart dropped into my stomach as I turned around and rushed out of the closet. Had she gotten hurt? Had I already failed at protecting her? Had I-
ā€œMmh, my darling pet~ā€ Lokiā€™s eyes were shut, her dark waves spilled over the white cotton of her pillows as she laid back in bed. Her breathing was heavy, and a faint blush crept into her cheeks, almost hidden behind the low lighting. I felt a similar warmth creep into mine as my eyes wandered along her now fully naked body, only stopping once they saw her fingers teasing her glistening cunt.
ā€œI suppose I couldnā€™t wait through my own teasing.ā€ She softly chuckled, cutting herself off with a softer moan. ā€œYour loyalty to me is soā€¦ alluring. Appreciated, of course, but so alluringā€¦ When you fight for meā€¦ When you kneel for meā€¦ Gods, Iā€™m so proud of youā€¦ and I have to have you.ā€
I slowly approached the bed, legs shaking from a sudden weakness in my knees. ā€œAnd I want nothing more than to please you.ā€
ā€œOh, min Einheri,ā€ Lokiā€™s eyes rolled back, and the sound she made was absolutely lewd. I gripped one of the supports of her bed as my heart began to pound against my chestplate. The throbbing in my core was incessant. I didnā€™t just want Loki. I craved her.
ā€œYou have no idea what you do to me.ā€ Loki mewled. ā€œYou invade my every waking thoughtā€¦ Donā€™t keep me waiting any longer.ā€ With her free hand, she patted the spot on the bed next to her. ā€œCome here.ā€
Ā I obediently, but less-than-gracefully, crawled onto the bed before laying down to rest beside her.
ā€œYour majesty-ā€ I breathed before she cut me off by rolling on top of me.
ā€œI believe the time for talk is over.ā€ Her breath was warm against my face as her hair draped down around us. ā€œI want you to show me how devoted you are to me.ā€
My eyes fluttered shut as she slowly began to lean closer to me, and I risked the move of gently grabbing her hips. ā€œIā€™ll do anything you ask of me, min dronning.ā€
Finally, Loki closed the space between our mouths, biting my lip as she pulled away. My lips parted with a shudder, and she kissed me again, her tongue slipping into my mouth. I let my hands run along her back as I raised my knee between her thighs. She moaned into my mouth as she began to slowly grind against my thigh, the only part of my body covered in dark leather rather than shiny armor.
My mind grew hazy. I was drunk off the taste of Loki and the feel of her body against mine. Feeling her cunt clench against the muscles of my thigh was enough to make my head spinā€¦ But, I still needed more.
Loki slid her hands up along my chestplate to cup my face, and my hands found the round of her ass, giving it a squeeze. She moaned in my mouth as I began to help guide her along my thigh, my hips slowly bucking with my movements. Our kisses quickly grew feverish, as if we could devour each other. It seemed appropriate, considering the fact that I deeply hungered for her.
Once she broke our kiss, I trailed my lips along her neck, kissing, biting, sucking, licking, and breathing her in. I knew sheā€™d end up all marked up by the end of the night, and a possessive part of me found a thrill in that. Iā€™ll mark you, and only you, min dronningā€¦
ā€œAh, darling-ā€ The sounds I pulled from Loki were like music to my ears. ā€œYouā€™re too good to meā€¦ā€
ā€œ...need to taste you, mmhā€¦ā€ I gasped before returning to marking her.
ā€œIs that so?ā€ Loki gently coaxed my face out of the crook of her neck. ā€œAllow me to put you to work elsewhere, then~ā€
ā€œPlease, min dronning,ā€ I breathed. ā€œLet me please you.ā€
Loki sat up, straddling my hips. ā€œAnd how do you wish to do that?ā€
I didnā€™t even have to think about it. ā€œI want you to ride my face.ā€ I softly caressed her thighs as I answered. ā€œI want you to take what you need from me, and let me taste your release on my tongue.ā€ The sweet nectar of your releaseā€¦ My mouth watered at the thought.
ā€œMy sweet pet,ā€ Loki leaned forward to caress my cheek. ā€œMy loyal Einheriā€¦ That sounds dangerous.ā€
ā€œDanger isnā€™t foreign to me.ā€ I insisted.
ā€œOf that, Iā€™m sure.ā€ Loki rubbed her thumb along my bottom lip. ā€œBut I still implore you to let me know if it becomes too much to bear. Three taps on my thigh and Iā€™ll move immediately. Understood?ā€
ā€œUnderstood.ā€ I agreed.
A warm expression graced her features as she leaned forward to cup my face in her hands again. ā€œMy darling pet, so eager to pleaseā€¦ā€
My tongue darted out to wet my lips. ā€œI live to serve you, min dronning.ā€
The last thing I saw was Lokiā€™s mouth curve into a small smirk before I helped her shift her position to straddle my face.
She still held herself up to give me space, and I gently kissed along her inner thigh, hoping to ease her back into a sense of comfort. ā€œWhenever youā€™re ready,ā€ I whispered against her soft skin. ā€œJust sit down.ā€
ā€œSit down?ā€ A look of shock filled Lokiā€™s eyes above me. ā€œAll the way?ā€
My legs squeezed together as the image began to solidify in my mind. I felt myself fill with a hunger Iā€™d never felt before. I was ravenous, and the only thing to sate my craving was just a few inches from my mouth.
ā€œAll the way.ā€ My eyes were unmoving from Lokiā€™s as I reassured her. ā€œI can take it.ā€
Loki pondered this for a moment. ā€œAs you wish.ā€
I brought my hands up to help guide her hips as she lowered herself down. Once she sat down, I could feel the pressure of her weight on my face, and it only served to spur me on.
I gave her hips a reassuring squeeze, my hands unceasingly caressing them as I began to work my tongue between her folds. My eyes fluttered shut, and I moaned into her cunt as the wet sounds we were making filled the room.
Any apprehension that Loki might have had fell away as I heard her moan. ā€œOhhh, yesā€¦ Just like thatā€¦ Ohhh, my darling petā€¦ā€
I felt her thighs clench against my head, and the dirtiest parts of my mind hoped, just for a moment, that sheā€™d crush me between them. I couldnā€™t stop the moan that tumbled from my throat once my brain conjured that imagery, the pulsing between my thighs driving me mad.
ā€œMin Einheriā€¦ā€ Loki mewled, and I opened my eyes to see her head thrown back as she was lost in ecstasy. ā€œMin lojale Einheriā€¦ You know how to please me so wellā€¦ Ah- Donā€™t stop! Donā€™t stop!ā€
Her loud moans seemed to rattle off of the castle walls as she began to buck her hips, and I hoped my fingers werenā€™t digging too deep into her skin while I helped keep her steady. It was difficult to keep myself in check, since I was eating her out as if I was starved. She was everything I wantedā€“my wildest dreams come aliveā€“and I knew Iā€™d remember her taste for days, craving it until sheā€™d let me have her again.
I wanted to be able to voice my thoughts, but all I could manage was, ā€œMmmmmmmhā€¦ Mmhā€¦ā€ as my eyes fluttered closed again.
Any coherence from my queen was gone, her words practically slurring as her pet name for me was the only thing tumbling from her lips between her panting breaths. ā€œMin Einheriā€¦ Ohhhh, min Einheriā€¦ā€
I felt her clench against my mouth as her moans grew whinier. She was close.
Min dronningā€¦ I sighed another moan against her cunt.
Loki cried out my name, her voice a little hoarse as she spilled her release into my mouth. I greedily lapped it up, saliva slowly dripping down the sides of my mouth as I swallowed every drop I could.
As she came down from her high, I noticed her legs shaking as she struggled to move off of me. She only made it a few inches before I gripped her hips again.
ā€œWait!ā€ I was loudly gasping for air, but I wasnā€™t fully sated just yet. ā€œOnce moreā€¦ Pleaseā€¦ā€
ā€œYou have to be mad.ā€ Loki breathlessly scoffed. ā€œHave you no consideration for your own wellbeing?ā€
Not right now. ā€œPleaseā€¦ Min dronningā€¦ā€ I begged. ā€œIā€™m not done demonstrating my loyalty to youā€¦ Pleaseā€¦ Once moreā€¦ā€
She deeply considered this, her brows furrowing in the slightest. ā€œYou remember our agreement, yes? Three taps if you need air.ā€
ā€œI remember.ā€ I felt my heart begin to race as I sensed her beginning to change her mind.
A hint of a smile ghosted at her lips as she began to lower herself back down onto me. ā€œAlright, min Einheriā€¦ Once moreā€¦ā€ At least, thatā€™s what her words said.
A glint in her eye told me that she knew just as well as I did that this wouldnā€™t be only once more...
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Min dronning - My queen
Du har gjort meg veldig glad i dag, kjƦledyr - You've made me very happy today, pet
Min Einheri - My Einheri
Min lojale Einheri - My loyal Einheri
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spilledquinoa Ā· 10 months ago
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I've just realized how long it's been since I've done one of these (sorry bout that) but @rottenpumpkin13 has inspired me to do another one!
Sephiroth
"simply, communism."
"sometimes you just have to put sanity before fun"
"and I will say 'boo' and send you an email saying 'boo'" (also works for Angeal)
"watch out. he's blue and predictable"
"did you just say 'I'm vaginal'??"
"chicken<6"
"did you say 'prison' and look at me?"
"I'm so mentally unstable it's hilarious"
Genesis
"my mom has limbs you nipple spork"
"get in loser, we're going to the mortitician this Saturday"
"when Gwen Stefani dies, I call dibs on Hollaback Girl royalties"
"what's the point of a voodoo doll if you don't test it?"
"who cares about you graduating when the POLAR BEARS are getting HEART ATTACKS"
"roses are red, I might be autistic, I'm actually super gay but that's not a secret"
"so that's that. I didn't swear. like a whore."
"it's toxic but in a frisky way"
"you little piss-ants"
"what rhymes with alcoholic"
Angeal
"who is it? who's meowin'?"
"Genesis is subpar at best but he's not lame!"
"why aren't we vaccinating the chickens?"
"turkey, turkey, sociopathic turkey..."
"'I drive all night to keep her warm' (referring to Story of My Life by One Direction) man, you don't have to drive to keep someone warm? get a blanket! cheaper than gas!"
"I respect, acknowledge, and admire the grindset"
"capital mark"
Zack
"bananas are freakin weird man"
"he said he has a stommy ache"
"tomato, tomahto, ketchup, potato"
"ham means death??"
"pizza that has lost all heat and pizza that has been put in the fridge are two VERY different kinds of cold pizza"
"I feel like a dish pickle"
"while you've been running the Eiffel Tower, I've been secretly stuffing bees into pants"
"I had a dream someone was cussing me out in sign language"
"when it's 0Ā° I wear pants"
"if you need the bathroom, go now or forever hold your pee"
*whispering* "are they stealing monkey nipple milk??"
"if it's slow, it's bisquik"
Cloud
"well that was OPPRESSIVELY offensive"
"she's Amish, not racist"
"it's educated gambling"
"no I do want scurvy, just to say that I've had it"
"ZACK SAID FREEDOM AWAITS AND I HEARD FREE THE HOMELESS"
"if you step on a crack and break your mom's back, what about orphans?"
"at your temple dipshit"
"you can't just 'dick around' at a SENATE HEARING."
*about Genesis* "wow! I never knew someone could that well versed in being a bitch!"
"I will never cease to disappoint"
Group!
Cloud: is it snowing or hailing?
Zack: snailing
Cloud: aren't you gay??
Genesis: yeah sometimes I forget
Angeal: protons have mass
Zack: I didn't know they were Catholic!
*chatter, before room goes suddenly silent*
Angeal: ...and that's how I first kissed Genesis on the mouth!
Cloud: that's a real how I met your mother vibe
Zack: I'm being killed!
Genesis: no you're being kidnapped fuckwad, there's a difference
Angeal, about Cloud: you're selling yourself out to the army?
Genesis: like a prostitute??
Sephiroth: you're offending prostitutes
Genesis: at least they get something out of it
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archer-kacey Ā· 11 months ago
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Joey Drew is Gay and there's no way around it (Pt 5)
So what about the women in Joey's life? Well, we hear a fair amount about two women in particular- Lottie, and Abby Lambert.
First, there's Lottie, a telecommunications girl who befriends Joey. She takes a quick liking to him, but Joey seems to have an aversion to any displays of affection she shows him.
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In fact, he claims to "not have time for girls" in general, and this seems to be his reasoning behind not pursuing Lottie romantically.
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Immediately following this...watertight explanation, Joey goes on a little side quest. See, Lottie notices odd initials on his boots:
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She goes on a long search to find the previous owner, updating Joey with her findings often. However, she gets very down on herself when the effort seems to lead to nowhere, and grows weary as many of the men she's been sending messages to are continuously reported dead.
Note how Joey responds to her more somber attitude as the days go on:
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He creates an elaborate lie in order to "solve" the mystery, entertain her, and spare her some of the pain of her depression.
It seems the "I don't have time and I'm too selfish" excuse doesn't really hold up. How odd, I was quite sure Joey Drew was being honest and introspective here.
This story gets even weirder, though. Nathan points out via footnote that he couldn't ever find the correspondences between Joey and Lottie- so the legitimacy of this tale is immediately called into question.
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If it is completely fabricated, then Joey literally made up a story in which he keeps 99 feet away at all times from an extremely attractive and sweet woman who was very interested in him. If this is the case, it also seems to be some hardcore fishing for cool guy points. Joey comes out looking like a saint, AND he doesn't actually have to go out and catch girl cooties.
This brings us to the end of Lottie's tale, so let's talk about the (only?) confirmed real woman friend of Joey's.
Abby Lambert is the initial artist friend that introduced Joey to Henry. She seems to be his closest woman friend and confidant, and he ends up trusting her to run the art department as a whole.
Notice both her and Joey's reaction when she invites him as her date to an art salon.
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In the middle of the skit they perform at said art salon, Joey takes a second to emphasize that they were just friends- an already stated fact.
It's all fake, but even during something so simple, he still makes it a point to clarify that they aren't involved romantically in any way.
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If Abby and Lottie are anything to go by, he has a weirdly hypervigilant attitude when it comes to romance with women.
Regarding Abby specifically, here's more food for thought.
While not outright stated, Abby is very queer-coded herself. She's outside the "norm" for women at the time, both in wardrobe choice and attitude. She has a commanding presence, a streak of "rude" humor, and seems to be uncomfortable in dresses, preferring not to wear them at all if she can help it.
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While there is no outright confirmation of her sexuality or identity, she sits outside the strict male/female roles of American society at the time.
This has no bearing on Joey's sexuality in a direct sense, but it still does beg the question: could there be a reason why Joey felt more comfortable around a woman who was not as rigid in her gender presentation? He doesn't seem to care that she wears men's suits, in fact he seems to be drawn towards her differences rather than repelled by them.
Even if there is no gaydar involved in how they found each other, there is a marked difference between the women Joey keeps close (Abby), versus the women Joey does not keep so close (Lottie.)
Now, to attempt to end this juggernaut. How about I cram in some odds and ends in the final part? Because yes, believe it or not, there's STILL MORE.
Part 6>
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cornyonmains Ā· 1 year ago
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Alright, so, a few takeaways from episode 8 in no particular order be ahead. Batten down the hatches, whatever the fuck those are. I'm not even sure if batten is the right word. I've always just assumed the spelling.
Alright, so, looks like this week Boston is on his way to feeling a human emotion. This might come in handy, as I'm clocking some predatory vibes from Daddy Dan that Boston could potentially redeem himself by intervening with. Nick's on the rebound. He is really not picking up how this guy is not passing vibe check in any way whatsoever.
Top really stepped into green flag land as far as boyfriend material is concerned. The man is taking the deserved Ls, and responsibility for the downward spiral Mew is in. He didn't just hurt Mew, he traumatized the shit out of him when you consider how scared Mew was of starting anything with Top.
It's so clear Ray got his chance with Mew before understanding his feelings were starting to fade. Ray's not stupid though, he's picking up the rebound vibes from Mew, and realizes he much prefers Sand's overindulging and doting. It's slotting together for him, but slowly.
Got a weird vibe between Boston and Atom (sp?). Feels like Boston was a little disappointed he'd come sniffing around for sex when he's feeling lonely and alienated. I also can't figure out if he misses Nick or feel hurt by him. Maybe both? But he has to be aware while Nick's behavior was wrong, that he pushed too far in his manipulations. Boston's emotional intelligence is uncanny.
There are times I can't figure out if Boston is jealous of Mew, or if he lowkey wants to fuck him. Some of the realest writing in this show is Mew basically being catnip to emotionally damaged, rich men. They have a type. Money is damaging in a very specific way.
I just want to shoutout the subtlety of the writing between Ray and Sand. The way Sand always softens his blows when he refuses Ray in the music room scene. *Chef's kiss* And Khao's acting is so good, because you can just seem him picking that up and KNOWING he has this boy wrapped around his little finger.
Cheum, my dancing queen, these boys ain't shit. Let them crash and burn.
Back in my Nick apologist era after seeing his face when he left the house with Sand. Mark's acting is so good. The pain was palpable. I am legitimately worried about the state he's in. Boston fucked with his head so much.
Just feels it bears repeating, Nick's boss does not pass vibe check.
If I hear Boston make a single sincere apology to anyone around him, I'll consider his character arc complete. My expectations are so low for this boy.
Jojo depicting the awkward bisexual mating dance a la Freddie Mercury is the peak gay nonsense I did not know I needed.
Still waiting on a threesome.
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my-makeshift-masquerade Ā· 1 year ago
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Glamrock Bonnie x Glamrock Freddy Headcanons
SFW Headcanons
- Glamrock Bonnie and Glamrock Freddy are the kind of couple that have a sort of eerie telepathy between them. They have their own differing preferences and personalities, but they just work so well together. Both almost naturally anticipate the otherā€™s needs and finish one anotherā€™s sentences.
- Bonnie and Freddy would love kids of their own but theyā€™re reasonable and wouldnā€™t overdo it like many would joke they would. Probably three or four kids maximum. They see what happens in the plex when so many kids are in one place and attention canā€™t be spread equallyā€¦
- Freddy sucks at sports in general. No matter how hard he tries to practice bowling and get better for Bonnie, he is just bad at coordination. Little does he know Bonnie secretly finds this super cute and doesnā€™t mind reteaching him how to bowl every single time they play. He loves that Freddy enjoys the fun of the game anyway.
- The one thing the bear beats Bonnie at every time is board games. Fazopoly was banned from the Glamrockā€™s future game nights for causing fights among all of the band members. Freddyā€™s favorite board games involve useless trivia that nobody else really would care about rememberingā€¦except him!
- Other than that, the pair are pretty evenly matched and mesh well together. They have their big heated arguments like any couple but they settle them civilly. Communication is really their secret to success. They will immediately let the other know if there is an issue rather than hesitating to share.
- When Monty came around, Bonnie and Freddy practically adopted him on sight in their minds. It wasnā€™t often a new face joined the band. Also the fact this gator was so stubborn and hot headed sort of came off like a challenge to guide him on the right path. The couple were determined to do just that.
- They absolutely love physical displays of affection. Hugs, kisses, rubbing noses, you name it. Both love cuddling too. They will almost always be touching each other somehow, even if itā€™s just a hand on the otherā€™s shoulder to let them know theyā€™re there.
- These two are just overall adorable lovable gay dorks and are totally fine being open about it! Theyā€™re open to having others in the relationship too!
NSFW Headcanons (FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER)
- Both Bonnie and Freddy are switches. In their relationship top and bottom arenā€™t defined roles but rather just moods. It can make things rather unpredictable but that is part of the fun!
- Bonnie plays that bear like a damn instrument, and loves making Freddy get vocal. He knows exactly where when and how hard to get this to happen. He could honestly write songs using him if he wanted.
- Meanwhile, Freddy loves getting the rabbit to move. Ears twitching, feet thumping, tail wiggling. Bonnie isnā€™t as likely to make noise, but he has a lot of little reflexes his partner can take advantage of.
- Bonnieā€™s rough and fast, while Freddyā€™s sensual and slow. Together, they equalize to a normal paceā€¦most of the timeā€¦ They are willing to try anything once and like to mix things up. Often if they like it, it becomes part of a wide variety of ways they fuck.
- These two are one of the few couples in the plex that know how to keep this stuff hidden. They work with children after all. Canā€™t have them seeing any marks Bonnie may have made with his teeth.
- Aftercare kings??? Aftercare kings. They also swear by safe-words and consent. Again, communication is a big thing, even if their bedroom affairs are spontaneous and can get pretty crazy.
- Honestly these two would be very much down for trying to please a third party by working together. Theyā€™d also be such a coherent team said third party probably wonā€™t know what hit them at all.
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fearingthefearsome Ā· 7 months ago
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PAIRING... Alhaitham x Kaveh
SYPNOSIS... One would say Kaveh is famous. That in itself is something Sumeru and many of his clients cannot deny. Blond hair almost like golden threads pairs beautifully with carmine ruby eyes peering with inspiration. An almost feminine but adrogynus look entices men and women alike. That is why itā€™s no suprise when Alhaitham goes home to find gifts and packages piled up on their front door. A small twisting hint of jealousy lingering in his mind as he looks at it.
WARNINGS... This fanfic is indulgent and it contains a smut scene near the end. So be warned š“­š“»š“²š“Æš“½š“®š“»š“¼, I will not warn you thrice.
AUTHOR'S NOTES... Greeting once more š“­š“»š“²š“Æš“½š“®š“»š“¼, it's been a while since I've gone back to writing due to writer's block. Apologies to all the š“­š“»š“²š“Æš“½š“®š“»š“¼ who were expecting a new oneshot or a continuation of the scenarios which I would like to say that it will be continued. I had to write a new piece that is severely out of my element. Also I am experimenting once more with the design of my posts so there may be changes to the new posts rather than the old posts. I would also like to give a shout for my best friend who created this very beautiful artwork of Alhaitham littered with kiss marks and out of my fangirling over these two gays, they also made a bonus artwork of Kaveh being the culprit of the kiss marks. Which thank you very much for the fanart! :DD Worry not the photos are attached here in the scenes. As i've said, this story is a bit of a character study on my part and writing in-depth romance (?) I'm really out of my element. But I am happy to say that I have improved a lot since before. A heads up, it's been a while since I've written smut so please bear with me, š“­š“»š“²š“Æš“½š“®š“»š“¼. Other than that, enjoy the archive's new post!
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Kaveh is famous.Ā 
That in itself is something Alhaitham cannot deny.Ā 
Ever since their school days, Alhaitham remembered when his Senior would be surrounded by men and women alike. Clamoring around him to gain the attention of those ruby eyes. Sometimes their little hangouts in the library would be interrupted by brave souls confessing their love to him. Only to be rejected with the softest smile on his pink lips. Other times Kaveh would drag him around to hide by a hidden corner of the library. Hoping to escape any potential suitors that would want to court him.Ā 
Long before being the Light of Kshahrewar, Kaveh gained popularity through his beauty and intellect. Thatā€™s how Kaveh was well-known around Sumeru and the Akademiya.
Thatā€™s why when Alhaitham arrives home early, he is not surprised to see a pile of boxes at the entrance, all addressed to the Light of Kshahrewar. He can vaguely remember when Kaveh would arrive at their study hangouts with bags filled with courting gifts. Other times Alhaitham was the one who would receive these gifts to pass on to Kaveh but it diminished to just a handful of times when Kaveh had gotten angry for using him as a convenient mailman. His favorite memory with these gifts is when Kaveh would share with him any treats or snacks he got.Ā 
He huffs lightly before scooping up the gifts and lays them on the coffee table of their home. As bothersome as the gifts are, he has the decency to at least bring it inside. He toes off his shoes, expecting to be scolded by his roommate. The gifts end up on the coffee table, piled up to the brim with tags from senders and obnoxious bows and wrappers. He sits down on the sofa and tries to relax from a long day of working in the office. However his mind wanders back to the past where his Kaveh was confessed to left and right. It was always an annoying sight to stumble upon or witness. To see his Senior be showered with unnecessary flowery words and be subjected to an idiotā€™s confession. Even he, who learned 20 languages, knows better words to say to a man that makes him speechless. And itā€™s frustrating him how his mind canā€™t seem to rest unless his roommate is back home.Ā 
Alhaitham picks one box and inspects it, all wrapped neatly and screams rich from the designs. The giant red bow hides a card beneath its obnoxiousness. Squinting, he takes the card and debates on opening it. One one hand, heā€™d see who the sender is and the objective of their gift. On the other hand, he can feel a growing irritation within him that he hopes he can soothe by reading this card.Ā  He goes over it again in his head, weighs the pros and cons but something tells him he should read it. Although he knows that tampering with the gift would result in an argument with Kaveh, he would satisfy his curiosity.Ā 
Opening it, Alhaitham is greeted with the most unintelligible writing known to mankind. It was written in script, all the loops were exaggerated to the point of being unreadable. He has studied to read even the handwriting of doctorā€™s through prescriptions and journals in the House of Daena. Yet this sender thinks they can entice Kaveh with their horrid handwriting. It takes a few minutes or two to decipher what they wrote.Ā 
ā€˜Dearest Light of Kshahrewar,Ā 
I am sending this letter in hopes of having your hand in marriage-ā€˜
Feeling a boiling anger in his blood, he crumples the card with a clenched grip. Who does this fucker think they are? A marriage proposal? It wasnā€™t uncommon for the Light of Kshahrewar to be seen as an eligible bachelor. However the audacity of this bitch who canā€™t even write to the point of it being read is abysmal. He throws the card onto the table and drops the gift with a growl of irritation escaping his lips. He ruminates over what the letter said, hand covering his mouth to try and dissuade his teeth from crumbling beneath how tense his jaw is from raw anger.Ā 
Itā€™s not his business. He snatches a book from a messy pile on the coffee table. Itā€™s not his business as it is not him who was proposed to. He tries reading quietly as he returns to a mental bookmark on his book. Evidently making sure to steer clear of any annoying emotion he might feel. Yetā€¦
The gifts on the table are giving him a smug look and the annoyance in him is slowly festering without the company of his roommate. He sighs exasperated as he has wasted 5 minutes trying to calm himself down. The book in his hand is interesting but his attention keeps straying back to the gifts sitting innocently on the table.Ā 
Sighing for the nth time, Alhaitham waits impatiently for Kaveh to return home. Huffing here and there when time seemed to slow down much to his chagrin.Ā 
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Alhaitham perks up in attention when he hears the fiddling of keys at the front door.Ā 
Kaveh finally arrives home in a jumble of noise. Something he canā€™t seem to complain about. Itā€™s familiar to hear his keys jingle with haste and the door swings open aggressively from a long-day stress piled on his shoulders. Kaveh himself follows through with an exhausted moan and the little beeps of Mehrak right behind him. Alhaitham can hear him struggle by the doorway as he removes his shoes and places his keys in the dish bowl. Cursing suddenly resounds through the entrance as multiple heavy thuds follow. His shoes must have been in the way, as he barely glances at Kaveh entering the living room with a very displeased expression. Though he was surprised to see Kaveh carrying a giant box alongside his blueprints.Ā 
ā€œAlhaitham! I told you before to put your shoes ASIDE!ā€ Kaveh starts in a flurry of ire. He smacks the giant box down on the coffee table as he points at Alhaitham with an accusatory finger. ā€œI swear you leave them out on purpose just to see me trip! I swear to Kusanali that you do this out of amusement-ā€œ Alhaitham observes Kaveh, who continues to rant at him. He takes the time to witness Kaveh drop his blueprints onto the couch. He lends a habitual hand to help him take off his hair accessories. His hands cradle the red hairclips of his roommate while Kaveh runs his hands through his hair. And when the time is right, Alhaitham can see the pretty unblemished nape of his roommate. Tempting to touch and a sight that only he can be blessed with.Ā 
ā€œItā€™s blasphemous to use our godā€™s name in vain, Senior.ā€ He retorts.Ā 
ā€œAnd youā€™re a prick for making the entrance a hazard!ā€ Kaveh snaps back immediately. Alhaitham has to hide a growing grin behind his hand as he hums in acknowledgement to what he was saying.Ā 
ā€œUgh!ā€ Kaveh plops down onto the sofa, directly beside Alhaitham. And the smile grew beneath his hand as Kaveh scoots even closer to him. His knees knocked against Alhaithamā€™s and his warmth immediately warmed up Alhaithamā€™s right side. Kaveh crosses his arms and grumbles under his breath. Kaveh whips his head to the side, avoiding his eyes despite sitting so near him.Ā 
ā€œDid anything interesting happen today, Senior?ā€ He asks but all he gets is a side glare accompanied by a very cute angry pout. Now this wonā€™t do. Alhaitham has entertainment when he plays his cards right. And most of the time, he has an opportunity to satiate his twisted desires he keeps hidden. Seeing Kaveh being cute and angry is an opportunity to tease him. To burn his curiosity of how many expressions can he show him with a few words. Moving just a bit closer to drape his body on Kaveh. Relishing how warm the sun is on his skin, with just a few layers of cloth preventing him from being burnt. Alhaitham asks again, this time leaning closer to his space. His breath hot and loud as it leans close to Kavehā€™s ear, he asks sincerely. ā€œWonā€™t you tell me what happened to your day, Kaveh?ā€Ā 
ā€œHmph!ā€ He takes sick pleasure in the blush that dusts his ears and cheeks. The way it is evident that his tactics are working to break down the walls Kaveh had put up. But right now, he wants his attention on him. The anger from the card was still simmering in his blood and he wanted Kaveh to soothe it. To make him forget the anger thatā€™s wants to blow up and track down the poor excuse of a potential candidate. So he smiles and breathily whispers into Kavehā€™s left ear. ā€œApologies for leaving my shoes around, Senior.ā€ He adds an extra effect to persuade him by nipping his ear once. Alhaitham can feel a wicked satisfaction when Kaveh shivers and breathes in shakily from the action. ā€œIā€™ll be good next time by putting away my shoes properly.ā€ When Kaveh bites his lower lip, he can tell he relented quite easily to his apology and is more than willing to talk now.Ā 
With that, Alhaitham closes the book he hasnā€™t read since he picked it up to signal that heā€™s giving Kaveh all his undivided attention. ā€œNow I want to know how your day has been, Senior.ā€Ā 
He canā€™t help but feel pleased when Kaveh pouts cutely at him.Ā 
ā€œIā€™ll be holding your word to see you actually do it, Alhaitham!ā€ He says before lighting up to tell him about his day. ā€œBesides, my dayā€™s been through the gutter. But something interesting happened when I was going home. You wonā€™t believe it Alhaitham! I was passing by Puspa Cafe when one of my past clients came up to me with their acquaintance. Msā€¦ā€ Kaveh stops his monologue to remember their names. Alhaitham has to stop his words from teasing him when his face scrunches up in concentration. Kaveh is keen on remembering their names when he taps his finger on his lips. Maybe Alhaithamm should change his race into a glove that gets to be kissed by Kavehā€™s lips. When he snaps his fingers when he remembers their name, his ruby eyes meet his own with stars glittering around it. ā€œMs. AbĆ©lia, she commissioned me for a greenhouse in her parentā€™s land. I met her and her companion Ms. Iris at the front of Puspa Cafe- oh!ā€ Kaveh is excited. Alhaitham can tell just how happy Kaveh is when he fumbles with opening the giant box from his client.Ā 
ā€œMs. Iris is apparently their family friend and sheā€™s a makeup artist from Fontaine. They gave me a gift from their new line of makeup products for making their greenhouse.ā€ Kaveh says as he brings out the makeup products one by one.Ā 
Alhaitham, with no knowledge of extensive makeup beside the usual kohl and a few lessons from Kaveh, was taken aback by the quantity. On the coffee table, Kaveh had moved aside the book pile and the gifts to make room for at least 4 cases of eyeshadow, eyeliners and other products Alhaitham doesnā€™t recognize. ā€œThatā€™s quite excessive for a simple greenhouse.ā€ Alhaitham says as Kaveh grabs the last two products that catches Alhaithamā€™s eyes.Ā 
They are two small cases with a glass window softly held in Kavehā€™s hands. From where he looms over Kaveh, the products seen through the glass window are two shades of red. One case has a lighter red almost a bit pink shade while the other product has a peach almost skin-like color with a pink hue in it.Ā 
Kaveh huffs at his comment, ā€œWhile I agree that it is excessive for a gift, the greenhouse was not simple at all! It was one of the most stressful commissions and it was within 7 weeks, Alhaitham. Seven!ā€ Kaveh pouts in annoyance while Alhaitham remembers how much Kaveh suffered through that commission. Not only was the time and the clientā€™s preference of design difficult, the materials had a delay and the glass panes were switched out with a cheaper quality. Alhaitham remembered Kaveh being angry. Angrier than he had ever seen Kaveh be. It devolved to Kaveh reporting to Cyno about the situation which turned out that the company from Fontaine had been embezzling their funds. Alhaitham took the liberty to quickly report on time about the situation to the Iudex of Fontaine.Ā 
The amount of stress Kaveh had been through that time was enough for him to collapse at least thrice within the day. Trips to the Bimarstan were frequent for a week with Cyno carrying him to emergency care and Tighnari was stationed to watch over Kaveh during the last few days of construction. Nothing about the process of building and designing the greenhouse was simple but in essence it is a simple greenhouse in Alhaithamā€™s eyes. Where was Alhaitham? He took on the task of making sure Kaveh slept at night. Forcing him to eat and bathe while coercing him to lay on his bed, right beside him.Ā 
Alhaitham snaps out of his thoughts to tune into Kavehā€™s recount of the commission.Ā  ā€œ-ly, Ms. AbĆ©lia was a bitā€¦ difficult to coordinate with but sheā€™s much better than the other clients who always sacrifice safety and design for cheap materials.ā€ Kaveh settles on that before he takes notice of the products still clenched in his hands. Kaveh sighs in annoyance, ā€œAnyways. Here.ā€ Kaveh offers one of the products to Alhaitham who in turn opens his hand and lets Kaveh place the product on his palm. Alhaitham relishes the small graze of Kavehā€™s finger on his hand.Ā 
ā€œAnd what is this Senior?ā€ Alhaitham examines the small case, the one Kaveh had given him was with pink peach shade. He observes how Kaveh opens his case with deft fingers. ā€œItā€™s lip balm, dear Junior. They said it moisturizes the lips and itā€™s extremely helpful in the desert since it can remove the dryness whenever we have an expedition there.ā€ Kaveh says as he brings out his pinky finger and takes a few swipes on the lip balm. He carefully smears it on his lips and smacks them with subtle pops.Ā 
Alhaitham barely pays attention to what Kaveh was doing but he hums in approval at how helpful the product will be in the future. Maybe he can ask Kaveh to give him one. Butā€¦ ā€œWhy does it have color? Are there ones without any shades?ā€ Alhaitham questions as he looks up to Kaveh only to freeze at the sight. Specifically the sight of Kavehā€™s lips that has taken a reddish-pink hue. The pale lips he sometimes reads are now covered in a beautiful shade of red that has a glossy texture. It looks soft and delicate like a flower petal. He can tell Kaveh is talking from the way those lips open and close around words but Alhaitham is stuck watching those kissable lips convey words that cannot reach his ears. And when Kaveh stops, he sees those lips stretch into a cheshire grin that taunts him. Alhaitham looks at those lips one last time before he focuses back on Kaveh. The beautiful man in all his blonde and ruby glory is smiling teasingly at him. The same man who is taunting him with those luscious and soft lips.Ā 
ā€œAlhaitham?ā€ Kaveh blinks in confusion, tilting his head to look questioningly at him. Alhaitham just nods, not knowing what Kavevh said or what he was thinking anymore. He focuses back on those glossy pink lips and looks away. ā€œNothing.ā€ He replies before picking up another makeup product on the table to inspect it.Ā 
Archons. he really wants to kiss this man.
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The next few days were unbearable for Alhaitham. Some days when he woke up, he would be greeted by that same beautiful man preparing breakfast for the both of them. While other days he would have the honor of waking up the ethereal beauty sleeping peacefully surrounded by an array of colors. But what happened was that the gifts were coming in a steady stream. And Kaveh? He decided to try out anything he can use on his body. And Alhaitham? Well he was at the mercy of this oblivious blond.
It took a whole new level of restraint to stop himself from pouncing on the man. Whenever they bickered, Alhaithamā€™s eyes would flicker down to those pretty glossy lips that said each word like a godā€™s prophecy. Kaveh was still using the same lip balm that was given to him a few days ago. Whenever they see each other off, Alhaitham has to anchor his hands to stop himself from chasing after those beautiful golden locks. The scent of a new shampoo Kaveh was testing out was a mix of flowers. It wasnā€™t potent but it also wasnā€™t subtle, it was enough to catch Alhaitham off guard though. It paired perfectly with the new rose perfume Kaveh was given by a client from Inazuma. It fits him so well that Alhaitham suggested buying more of it for Kaveh. When Alhaitham comes home to see Kaveh creating designs after designs, he canā€™t stop himself from appreciating how obliviously smart and foolishly dedicated this man is. During breaks before dinner or lunch, he sees Kaveh spreading lotion on his hands and arms. He rubs his fingers to test the texture before massaging it sensually into his skin. It took Alhaitham a few minutes to uncross his legs to avoid being seen by Kaveh how indecent heā€™s been just by watching him. The final straw was when Kaveh would take care of his fingers on the coffee table. The way he attentively cuts and files his nails. Then he brought out a gift in the form of nail polish. And Alhaitham didnā€™t know just how beautiful Kavehā€™s hands are until he presents his nails with a muted red polish coloring his nails. Alhaitham had to punish himself with a very very cold shower when he imagined those hands holdingā€¦ something.
Alhaitham has to hand it to himself for resisting a wonderful temptation Kaveh is to him. Yet tonight, the chains he put on himself are crumbling by how annoyingly gorgeous this man is in his drunken stupor.Ā 
It was their monthly night out with Tighnari and Cyno. This time, they have Cynoā€™s pseudo-brother, Sethos joining them for the first time. Alhaitham tries to drown out the noise of the tavern with his headphones yet Kavehā€™s voice cuts through it and ends up being his comfort tonight. As he reads his book and converse with his companions, he sneaks a few glances at the blond talking animatedly in a flurry of hand gestures. He drinks alongside Kaveh but not at the same pace as him. He refills Kavehā€™s glass who in turn drinks with stars blinking from his eyes. He observes how Kaveh switches his expression every millisecond Alhaitham takes his eyes off him. He observes how Kaveh would lightly place the glass on his lower lip. Still talking to their companions before drinking it with grace. When he places down his wine glass, he is intently focused on the tongue that licks away the remaining wine that threatens to drip down those pretty lips. He canā€™t help but let Kaveh indulge just a little bit more just to watch Kaveh lick away the wine from his lips. He wonders how those pretty and delicate lips would wrap around his fingers or how that tongue would lick his thumb when he teases him. He just lets Kaveh be, especially when he gets to watch his roommateā€™s lips be stained in a blooming subtle red. Heā€™s using a new product of lipstick that got smudged and left a red stroke beyond his lips. He has half a tipsy mind to reach over and wipe the imperfection but the other tipsy half wants to smear it more and leave Kavehā€™s lips messier than the wine glass with his kiss mark.Ā 
By the time Lambad gives a warning of closing time, Alhaitham moves to grasp Kavehā€™s hand. The alcohol in him is starting to affect him when he caresses the hand littered with the smallest cuts and slightly calloused by his career. He doesnā€™t remember when he leans in close to Kaveh but he commits to memory the blush on Kavehā€™s cheeks that spread farther down his neck. His breath hitches when Kaveh shivers from his breath and decides to whisper softly into Kavehā€™s ear like it was a forbidden secret no one but them should know. ā€œLetā€™s go home, Kaveh.ā€Ā Ā 
He hears a stifled gasp and a sharp inhale of a breath from their companions. Alhaitham doesnā€™t know if it was the tipsy mind in him from an indulged wine-drinking session or the tipsy mind from getting to hold an irresistible temptation in his arms. What he knows is that Kaveh lets out an airy breath, it sounds needy and - Kavehā€™s hands had gripped his sleeve and hid his face into his neck. So close that Alhaitham can smell the remnants of that same new shampoo Kaveh has been using. He grips Kaveh firmly as he stands to pick up the blond into his arms. He bites his tongue in frustration when he hears Kaveh whine needily near his ear.Ā 
Ā He turns to address the three,ā€œSee you two around, and it was nice talking with you Sethos.ā€ In a subtle rush, Alhaithamā€™s blurry vision only clears up when he arrives right in front of their home. His hand balances the weightless man in his left while unlocking the door with his right. He toes the door open and closes it with the audible click of the lock. The clatter of the keys hitting the ceramic bowl is drowned out by Kavehā€™s little mumbles right beside his covered ear. Grunting with little effort, Alhaitham sheds both their shoes off their feet and enters their home with haste.Ā 
Alhaitham deposits Kaveh on his bed and moves around his bedroom with habitual ease. He snags clean clothes and towels, hoping to clean up before going to bed. He takes off his headphones, gloves and other extra fabrics and sets them on his study table. He turns on the lights in the bathroom and runs a bath slowly filling up with warm water. As soon as he steps out of the bathroom, he sees the person of his desires nodding off on his bed. Alhaitham pauses by the doorway, he watches how Kaveh breaths with a hitch and hiccup here and there. He spots his face still has lipstick smudged beyond the shape of his lips. He approaches the man slowly before bending down to meet him face-to-face.Ā 
He admires how the moonlight shines on him. It creates an ethereal aura around his delicate features and enhances the other-wordly beauty Kaveh has. He always knew the man was beautiful- No. He is so beautiful that he could be considered an angel or a god. His blonde hair could be mistaken for gold if not for the small flecks of brown at the tips. Those ruby eyes are shining gems that never seem to dull no matter what the world tries to do to dim its light. The cute button nose would scrunch up when his emotions would run high. And those lips- those lips. They are like delicate flower petals, soft to the touch and fragile like glass. When Kaveh had started to frequently use lipsticks and lip balms, Alhaitham couldn't seem to keep his eyes away from those lips. Covered in a light sheen of gloss always colored with hues of pink or red. Like a wildflower blooming with different colors, he is interested in having those lips touch his own.
One day.Ā 
But for now, he reaches out with his hand and gently traces the dark circles beneath his eyes. He caresses shapes and lines around his eyebrow down to his cheek. He carefully wipes the smudged lipstick away and is content with how he looks more beautiful. He rests his hand on his cheek and pinches it lightly.Ā 
ā€œKaveh.ā€Ā 
He says the name like a prayer. It is laced with honeyed fondness and love. He pinches those soft cheeks teasingly before trying again to wake up the blonde on his bed. ā€œKaveh.ā€ A little murmur is followed by a groan of annoyance.Ā 
Ah, there it is. Alhaitham feels like the floor disappeared beneath his feet. Those ruby eyes squinted open and stared at him with all its attention, just on him. He feels his own lips twitch at the corner when he pinches just a tad too hard and the whine of pain echoes in the room. It is quite fun to tease him like, all sleepy and unaware of what he does to Alhaitham. Besides, the pinched pained expression on Kavehā€™s face is quite a cute sight to see.Ā 
ā€œKaveh, cā€™mon. Letā€™s go take a bath.ā€Ā 
Kaveh does a sloppy job of trying to slap his hand away. All the while he groans out, ā€œNooā€¦ā€ Kaveh tries to fight the pinching Alhaitham by wiggling away from him. Alhaitham in turn chases after him, keeping up with pinching his cheeks until he huffs angrily at him. Eyes wide open and pouting at him. ā€œHaiyiii- Wanna sleeepā€¦ā€Ā  He groans with a hushed tone, ā€œLet me sleeeep.ā€ He shakes his head as he struggles to keep an irritated expression on his face. Alhaitham just chuckles with amusement as he tries to urge Kaveh to the bathroom. ā€œBathe first, weā€™re dirty.ā€ Kaveh merely groans and tries to resist Alhaithamā€™s attempts to bring him to the bathroom.Ā 
It takes a few tries of push and pull, a winning fight for Kaveh. Alhaitham sighs and gives up on trying to force Kaveh into the bathroom. He goes back to turn off the running water and calls out to Kaveh, ā€œAt least change your clothes, Kaveh.ā€ He hears him groaning before a faint, ā€˜okayā€¦ā€™ resounded followed by a heavy thud on the floor.Ā 
Alhaitham comes back to see Kaveh flopped on the floor like a corpse from a crime scene. Sighing again for the nth time of the night, he helps Kaveh up from the floor. He plops him back on the bed and leaves to grab a shirt and underwear from the clean pile of clothes he had gotten in the beginning. He wrangles Kaveh awake to assist him in changing his clothes. And it was a struggle for Alhaitham to keep his hands to himself.Ā 
Kaveh wakes up once more mumbling in irritation but complies to Alhaithamā€™s wishes. He starts by taking offĀ  Alhaitham clenches his fists to stop it from roaming around Kavehā€™s body. When he takes off Kavehā€™s shirt, he lets his greedy fingers brush against his skin when he forces Kaveh into one of his shirts. When he sheds Kavehā€™s pants, he uses the tip of his fingernail to lightly scratch a long line on Kavehā€™s leg. Watching with great interest when Kaveh shivers from his touch. He has to be quick in changing his underwear unless his hands start to wander off to do indecent things. It is a losing battle for Alhaitham when he looks up to see Kaveh pouting cutely at him. Kavehā€™s hands curl around either side of his head but it retreats as soon as he leans into it.Ā 
He picks up Kavehā€™s dirty clothes and eyes Kaveh clambering up his bed. He has to stomp on his desires from jumping this man as Kaveh grabs his pillow and passes out once more. He observes how Kaveh is curled around his pillow, in his clothes, on his bed and snoring quietly into the night. He scrutinizes how Kavehā€™s lips are slightly open. Puffs of his breath escaping from those red lips. He stays there just watching, restraint heavy on his limbs. He should go and take a bath now before the water gets cold but the sight before him was something he is trying to burn into his memories. It doesnā€™t help that he spotted Kavehā€™s lipstick sticking to his pillow in the shape of a faint kiss mark. Huffing in sexual frustration, he canā€™t help the little bout of jealousy that tore a hole through his mind. If Alhaitham ditches taking a bath and changing to his nightly clothes, he might be able to take the place of the pillow and feel Kavehā€™s lips sticking to him. But if he doesnā€™t bathe right now, not only would it be a waste of water but the sticky residue of dried wine on his arm will disrupt him from having a good nightā€™s sleep. Scowling, he turns around to clean up before going to bed. Why must these things keep him away from having Kaveh. One small thought that is slowly growing to consume his consciousness echoes in his mind:
It shouldā€™ve been him, marked by those tempting lips of his.Ā 
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Kaveh always remembers everything when heā€™s drunk.Ā 
Believe him or not he remembers all of it. How he would pull Cyno into a crushing hug. Despite how many times Cyno asks him to unhand him to play TCG. Pouting at Tighnari and whispering his sadness while his head rests on his lap. It is always accompanied by a furry tail tickling his face when he cries. But most of all, he remembers nights when he passionately complains about his handsome roommate who argues with him. Recalls clinging to said roommate who indulges him with bridal carries and wine. Or how he would wake up first, sleeping on Alhaithamā€™s bed, space invaded by a body hugging him. The scent of oakwood and ink snapping him out of his fantasy to him panicking to wake up and get out of bed.Ā 
Thatā€™s why this morning, he had a frenzied wake-up call beside Alhaitham. He had rushed through the worst hangover pounding in his head. Not only was he late, he had to return home to get the materials he forgot for another clientā€™s meeting. He didnā€™t get to eat lunch as he had to run out and catch the third client.. By the time Kaveh arrives home with a bag full of rejected blueprints and a low energy Mehrak in his hand, it was already past sunset. He enters the house discouraged and exhausted with a migraine forming pounding right behind his eyes. Heā€™s glad that the door to the house was unlocked even though he didnā€™t bring his keys once more.Ā 
Kaveh sits on the floor and sighs, resting his head onto the cool wooden walls of their home. He takes his time hooking his fingers in his shoes and slipping it off. Wincing when pain flares up in his wrist and his eyes as he drags his arms to sag on either side of his body. He takes his time to recollect himself surrounded in his misery and pain. He thinks back to how his day went and it just causes a sting in his heart to appear. He didnā€™t get to eat today, just a small cup of coffee and a snack. Snackā€¦ Oh yeah, itā€™s his turn to cook dinner. He wonders what Alhaitham would want to eat for dinner. That got him to slowly stand up. This time, he takes measured steps through his hazy sight to make his way deeper into the heart of their home.Ā 
ā€œAlhaitham. Iā€™m home, what do you-.ā€ Kaveh calls out to his roommate. He cuts himself off when he spots Alhaitham cooking dinner. ā€œOh, youā€™re cookingā€¦ā€ Kavehā€™s mind canā€™t seem to keep up as he carefully sets down his belongings on the sofa. It is his turn to cook, he should be cooking but he feels so happy to not be the one cooking right now. He hears a muffled hum but it gets drowned out by the migraine that just grew heavier in his head. He sags down on the sofa with a grunt of pain, reaching over to bury his face into a pillow. His eyes feel like theyā€™re about to fall out. His head feels like theyā€™re about to split in two and create a new Mehrak like Zeus. His wrists are aching and his hands feel like lead with how tense they are. Ugh. Why did today have to be the worstā€¦ How long must he sufferā€¦Ā 
ā€œKaveh?ā€Ā 
His eyes snap open and he shoots up in alert, two heavy hands weigh down his shoulders and his fright shoots up through the roof. ā€œKaveh, itā€™s just me.ā€ Oh. He threads through his ball of anxiety, imagines unraveling the strings to calm himself down. Fuck, he fell asleep. His eyes snap to attention to find Alhaithamā€™s face hovering close to his. ā€œI would let you sleep more, but dinnerā€™s readyā€ Dinner? We eat together at 6pm but the sun is just setting. Did he doze off for too long? He can feel Alhaithamā€™s hands gently help him sit up. Kaveh is still feeling a bit confused and disoriented from a very abrupt wake up call. What was he thinking about again? He feels the rough hands of a writer tug him to stand, leading him to the dining table where he sits obediently. Kaveh tries to trace back his steps before he took a nap on the sofa. Still disoriented from dozing off, he doesnā€™t hear the plates of food being placed on the table right before him.Ā 
What was it? What was he thinking aboutā€¦ ā€œKaveh.ā€ Ah fuckā€™s sake. The dayā€™s been so stressful that Kaveh canā€™t keep up anymore. His hands come to rest on his face with a wounded groan rumbling through his throat. The palms of his hands press onto his forehead when the migraine comes back full force. The smell of the food wafts through the air with the intense aromas of herbs. It makes him nauseous at the same time hungry from half a day of not eating. And the sound of utensils and plates clattering from where Alhaitham continues to serve food. Groaning, he squeezes his eyes in concentration and stave the migraine from growing any biggger. ā€Thank you for cooking.ā€ Is all he can say through the pain and whatever Alhaitham says gets drowned out once more to his misery.Ā 
It takes him a few minutes to keep himself steady. To actually have coherent thoughts in his head but itā€™s a struggle for him to keep one single thought running. The smell, the sound, the fucking piece of shit of a migraine in his head kept hitting the worse parts of his brain. Fuck, why is it so painful? It takes him a couple of seconds to realize that the noise he kept hearing suddenly turned off. Like a switch flicking to turn off a light. His eyes snap open as he feels another pair of hands trail from his ears to his hands. He looks up to see Alhaitham there, his headphones nowhere to be found on his ears or his neck. What? Where-. That gets Kavehā€™s attention to break one of his hands from Alhaithamā€™s warm hold. His hand meets the familiar shape of headphones that are on his ears. He knows the shape, the way it feels in his hands because he was the one who created them. Kaveh is the one who provides Alhaitham with new noise-canceling headphones, each one either a replacement or an upgrade from the last. Most of it though is the latter.Ā 
He looks up at him in shock. Why- Why is he giving this to him? Why did he put it on him? Alhatiham breaks away to sign with his hands. ā€˜Use it for now. Focus on eating first.ā€™ Is what he says before he sits down right in front of him. And Kaveh? He feels so much relief. The headphones had a domino effect for his current predicament. When the noise settles to a silent hush, the scent of the food starts smelling delicious. His migraine is slowly dissipating, enough for him to focus on eating. Per the request of Alhaitham, of course. Though, there was nothing he could do to stop his eyes from feeling like theyā€™re bleeding. He looks down on his plate filled with food. It looks delicious. Kaveh was normally the one to cook their meals daily. So it is a rare occasion for Alhtiahm to cook for them. Even more so for him to serve him food on his plate. But he has no energy to complain right now, he just feels grateful for doing this.Ā 
Alhaitham and Kaveh eat in silence. The same kind of silence that would be cut through by stories and bickering they would share. But today is just a moment of rest. Days like this would make Kaveh uneasy but when he looks at Alhaitham, he feels calm. Like there is no rush to do things or catch up with the world. To Kaveh, it feels like he is living in Alhaithamā€™s world. The silence may be loud for Kaveh but itā€™s not overwhelmingly loud when Alhaitham is there. When Kaveh takes his time eating, he feels his chest a bit lighter than before.Ā 
Kaveh tries to help in cleaning up but was barred from Alhaitham to even stand up. His hands sign quickly to threaten him with breaking his models and ruining his blueprints if he stood up. So Kaveh sits there, eyes closed as he listens to the muffled sounds of life in the kitchen. His thoughts wander off as he thinks about what he should do to fix Mehrak. Her battery is a substitute after a run-in with some hilichurls. He has to ask Madam Faruzan for that, probably tomorrow. His blueprints need to be redone with the new designs. Though heā€™s thinking of dropping one of his new clients he met today. He knows that he shouldnā€™t drop them immediately butā€¦ Who the fuck does this motherfucker think he is. Trying to trick him into building a slave trading hub in Caravan Ribat, Kaveh had half the mind to sic Mehrak on him when he proposed it to him in their meeting. Heā€™ll just visit Cyno to report the proposal to him. He'd rather not spend the night in jail for an attempted murder. Oh yeah he has-Ā 
ā€œKaveh,ā€ This time it was clearer. He can hear the worried tone in his baritone voice when he says it. His hand flies up to touch his ear and heā€™s surprised to feel skin instead. ā€Is your migraine better now?ā€ Alhaihtam asks him. He looks up at him and heā€™s mesmerized. This junior of his is quite a troublesome kid, that cute face of his has small signs of worry plastered on his face. The little furrow of his brows, the twitch of his lips, and his eyes had hardened over with worry. Kaveh smiles and nods. Alhaitham is really cute, especially when he tries to hide how worried he is.
Alhaitham takes his silent nod as a sufficient answer for now. His junior is very obedient. He knows he lied but still decided to let it slide. Kaveh has to focus on Alhaithamā€™s lips when they start to move. his mind canā€™t process the words he said at first. ā€œā€¦On your bed-ā€ Bed? He finally got to focus on the tail end of his sentence but bed? What did he do with the bed? ā€œIā€™ll be in my study if you need anything and,ā€ Oh heā€™ll be in the study, he must be finishing up his personal research. Thatā€™s when Kavehā€™s eyes switch over to the package in Alhaithamā€™s hand. Oh, he didnā€™t see that a while ago. When did Alhaitham get that? He mustā€™ve been holding since he came back from the kitchen. ā€œYou have a delivery.ā€Ā 
Those were his parting words before he and Alhaitham had gone back to their respective rooms. One retreats to his study while Kaveh returns to his room. His hand is holding onto the package he was given. He spots his blueprints and Mehrak on his working table. His migraine is just a dull throbbing now, but nothing like a bath and a good rest tonight canā€™t be fixed. However he has blueprints to work on today and there's still a problem with Mehrak. It takes Kaveh a few minutes to start moving again. The longer he stays stagnant, the more work piles up on his shoulders.Ā 
He settles down on the chair of his vanity. It was a routine to check on himself before taking a bath and working more on blueprints. He sets the gift down on the vanity table and looks at himself. He grabs cottons and a makeup remover. Wiping away the slightly disheveled makeup on his face. Along with it was the stress of the day and the heavy exhaustion that clung to it. Maybe he should take a break todayā€¦ Work can waitā€¦ right? He should probably ask Alhaitham to read to him again, he always loves how Alhaithamā€™s voice sounds. It is smooth and low every day but when he reads to him, it would turn gravelly and gruff. How his silvery tone would say the words with ease, the same way when he speaks another language besides Sumerian. It would be a good time to sleep with Alhaitham tonight.Ā Ā 
With an almost clean and bare face, he turns his attention back to the gift sitting innocently on his vanity. Who would send a gift this time? He carefully opens the box and lifts the lid to see whatā€™s inside. Kaveh scans the contents of the gift. There are two tubes of lipstick. He picks up one of the tubes and is mesmerized by the way it was packaged. The inside of the tube was reflecting a deep red gloss within that can be seen through. Kaveh smiles as he lifts the tube to the setting sun. Loving the way the red shines through and ignites a light of inspiration within him. Maybe he should make a stained glass design with this red. It looks nice in the lamp light, he should see what it looks like in the sunlight tomorrow. Glancing back at the box he sees a letter.Ā 
Putting down the tube, he picks up the letter and reads it.Ā 
ā€˜Dear Architect of Sumeru,
Thank you for accepting my commission to design a house for my daughter. Although it was unfortunate that you could not stay longer to witness the wedding of my family, I heard through the grapevine that you are well-known to be the fashion icon of Sumeru. With that in mind, I am gifting you a product I have been experimenting with for a few weeks.Ā 
I call them, ā€˜Lip Tints.ā€™ The idea of this product is that once it dries on your lips, it will stain your lips without smudging like normal lipsticks. These two are my trial products and even though it is supposed to be a gift I would like to ask a favor. Please write back to me a letter of any feedback from using them.Ā 
Other than that, thank you once more, Architect of Sumeru for the design. I wish great tides of luck to your life.Ā 
Sincerely, Mrs. Myriam Castex
23rd Countess of the Noble Family of Castex
Kaveh feels the smooth texture of the paper, smelling a hint of Romaritime perfume on the letter. He soaks in the faint scent of the perfume by resting the paper on the top of his upper lip. Blushing just a bit at the letter, ā€œFashion icon? of Sumeru?ā€ When he mutters it, the more disbelief he has laced in his tone. He shakes his head, thinking that Mrs. Castex was jesting at the idea. It was a stretch to say he was an icon, but he could not deny that there are times where he has made a change in Sumeruā€™s fashion throughout his life.Ā 
Kaveh sighs, setting the letter down, he turns his attention back to the lip tint tubes. He tests how it works, surprised to open it and almost spill the lip tint onto his vanity. A quick heart-stopping moment, Kaveh tries on the lip tint.Ā 
He smears the gloss onto his lower lip first and shivers when an intense cooling effect settles on his lips. Thatā€™s one feedback to give back, it was too cold on his lips. He tries it on his upper lips and is taken aback from smelling a whiff of strawberry. He waits for it to be damp, almost dry to try and dab it on but he stares at himself in the mirror and realizes- itā€™s too red.Ā 
ā€œOh shit-ā€ Kaveh scrambles to get tissue to try and remove as much of the product from his lips. Careful not to get the tint on his skin. He closes the lip tint to gather more tissue and is horrified to see his fingertips as red as his lips. Rubbing his finger together, he canā€™t help but be impressed when it didnā€™t smudge. It stains his fingers in very distinct red around it. Looking up to the mirror, he smacks his lips to feel it dry from wiping and sees that it is the same red. ā€œItā€™s a success, that's for sure.ā€ He says, leaning close to the mirror to get a good look of how the lip tint worked. Not only achieved such a glossy finish but the cooling effect he felt had made the lips look plumper. It wasnā€™t obnoxious but it was a subtle difference that he felt from smacking his lips.Ā 
He smacks his lips again, licking it to test if itā€™ll smudge. He can taste the strawberries now. He looks at it a few more times, moving his head left and right. It gives such good results, especially for a trial product. He licks his lips again and is greeted with the strawberry flavor. Though it is a bit faint now that heā€™s licked the remaining product on his lips. He licks his lips again and hums in satisfaction.Ā 
ā€œI wonder if Alhaitham would like the strawberry flavor.ā€Ā 
It takes a while for Kaveh to even register what he said beneath his breath. He blushes with a light shade of red dusting his cheeks. He shakes his head and covers his face with his hands. He stammers as he realizes the weight of his words. He just admitted he wanted Alhaitham to kiss him! He kicks his feet, flustered with embarrassment and shame. In his mind he can see images of them kissing. Alhaitham hooking his fingers on his chin and pulling him to a chaste kiss. Or Alhaitham licking his lips and commenting on the strawberry flavor before devouring him with earnest desire. Even better- NO!Ā 
Shaking his head more to try and get rid of his thoughts that continue to pester him. Unwilling to be a victim to himself, he abruptly stands up from his vanity and attempts to flee from his thoughts that follows him to the bathroom. When heā€™s sitting in the bathtub soaking in the warmth of the water, his thoughts continue to torment him with his deepest desire. He looks into his reflection when those images evolved into full blown scenes and ignited a fire of forlorn hope in his heart. Itā€™s a bad idea to ask Alhaitham now to sleep in his bed. Not when he doesnā€™t think he can help himself from avoiding making eye contact with him. He blushes once more and dunks his face in the water out of sheer embarrassment when he thinks about sleeping beside Alhaitham. Whining into the water when the idea just doesnā€™t go away immediately. The image he has of Alhaitham sleeping right beside him, his lips look chapped and lonely without his lips meeting him.Ā 
Iā€™d love for him to kiss me too.Ā 
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It was one of those nights.Ā 
Nights where Kavehā€™s pain would flare up in agonizing pain. Old scars reopen and bleed out for the world to smear his blood in dirt. The voices in his head would start shouting, overlapping over one another to remind him how much of a fool he is. Tonight like every other night like this, he spends it in the Tavern. Lambad is somewhere nearby to limit his drinking and remind him to go home. Making sure to keep the perverts and the creeps away from him while serving him. Even though he had finally asked Tighnari for help about his drinking addiction, the limited drinks he has is not enough to keep the thoughts at bay.Ā 
So when he hits the final drink of the night, he takes it as a sign to finally go home. He thanks Lamad over his shoulder and stumbles through the cold night of Sumeru cityā€™s streets. He leans on the front door in his semi-drunken moment as he enters his home. The silence is loud and creeping up on his feet as he rushes to make it to his room in one piece.Ā 
His room is still cluttered. He hasnā€™t gotten to deep cleaning his things as his drafts and inspiration take the space on the floor and on the walls. He staggers around his drafts on the floor before he reaches his bed. It was also covered with shit that he canā€™t be bothered to clean up at the moment. So when Kaveh collapses on his bed, all his things go up in the air. He listens as blueprints, models, pencils and paper let gravity pull them down. He can hear it clatter to the floor and wonder how much- just how much it would be a pain for him to restart if those models ended up broken. He whines at the thoughts and crawls over to the edge of the bed to take a peek at the state of the models. However his eye catches a sharp glint through the dim room.Ā 
Ah, right. The lip tint is still unopened. Kaveh had lost one of the tubes to the cluttered mess in his room but the one he held onto was sitting on his blanket. He never got to find any use for the lip tint. It is too extravagant for a simple outing despite it yielding great results. But there were no grand meetings or parties to attend to use the lip tint.Ā 
Sighing, he wonders what Alhaitham would have done. What would he say when he finds Kaveh bumble around the house, in all his despair. Would he berate him? Would he find amusement in his sorrow? Even though he knows heā€™s not that cruel, he canā€™t help but think that Alhaitham sees him as a burden. Hahā€¦.Ā 
Kaveh grabs the lip tint above him. Holding up to watch how the liquid contents inside glimmers faintly. It reminds him of how beautiful Alhaithamā€™s eyes are. How when the sunlight hits at the right angle, he can see the glint of teal and orange when he stares at him. It reminds him of the divide between the forest and the desert. Where the sand mixes gently with the greenery and the peaceful coexistence they have of each other. It does fit Alhaitham quite perfectly. If Kaveh is like the forest always blooming with vegetation and color, Alhaitham is the desert. He is calm like the desert weather with the driest humor known to man. He has harsh words like the wind that nips at your cheeks and he had seen Alhaitham angry once. It could be compared to the most volatile sandstorm Sumeru experienced during King Deshretā€™s reign. It didnā€™t build up, it didnā€™t warn travelers of its presence until it burst through the air with a vicious intensity.Ā 
Kavehā€™s eyes soften, what is he doingā€¦ What can he do? The divide between him and Alhaitham has been their relationship the entire time. Just like the sand that never mixes in with the grass because when it does, Kaveh doesnā€™t know what lines heā€™ll be crossing if they did. If they had crossed the boundary between it, what would happen? Would the flowers continue to grow in sand? Will the desert spring forth a long-lasting oasis? How about the dunes, will they crumble and drown the hills and mounds? Will the grass continue to spread until it covers the sands like a blanket, forever forgotten in time?Ā 
But what would actually happen? This brings Kavehā€™s thoughts to a halt. What would actually happen? He never crossed those lines, always afraid to ruin their relationship twice. He always tiptoes around the divide and watches Alhaitham from the forest. The sandy winds brush against his cheeks when Alhaitham stares at him from the desert. Kaveh sits up, wondering the same thing again. What would happen? What would actually happen if he crossed that blurry divide between them? Because how long- How long can Kaveh continue to brush off his feelings?
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Sneaking into Alhaithamā€™s room is easy. Despite what he says of how he is a light sleeper, Alhaitham sleeps like the dead. Sometimes when Kaveh spots him napping on the couch, his heart would lurch at how still he looks. Unmoving, faintly breathing and peaceful. It is a terrifying sight to come home to. Some days Kaveh has to wake him, confirming that he is truly and utterly alive and not dead- not dead like his father. Other times, he just keeps an eye on him. Watching the faint rise of his chest from his breathing while he works beside the sleeping man. Thatā€™s why, it didnā€™t take much effort to get inside his room.Ā 
On unsteady feet, Kaveh manages to open Alhaithamā€™s room to see him sleeping contentedly. He enters the room quickly and plops himself down to sit on the edge of the bed. He lets the bed bounce under his weight and doesnā€™t worry much about waking Alhaitham. He takes his time to gaze at the man.Ā 
Kaveh canā€™t help but feel so vexed. Itā€™s unfair- itā€™s truly unfair how handsome this man is. Here is the man of his desires, the reason for his joy, pain, anger and every emotion he feels, sleeping with a peaceful expression. Unaware that Kaveh is suffering, depraved of the bits of love he feeds him in little amounts. He leads him on and on only for him to stray him away from the path.Ā 
Honesty, itā€™s unfair.Ā 
Heā€™s just too perfect.Ā 
He is too perfect for Kaveh. Money and titles aside, Alhaitham is his perfect muse. From the day he met him in the Akademiya, he had seen just how handsome he was. The notebooks and sketch pads heā€™s filled with doodles and imperfect recreations of Alhaitham. He has so many blueprints drenched in teal. He has hands stained in tael and eyes craving to see teal. So many drafts heā€™s thrown, so many fantasies heā€™s dreamed of, they cannot compare to the real thing right here. Itā€™s a wonder why a man like him is living in this filthy world. Better yet, Kaveh imagines Celestia herself predicting this. Or rather, she is the one who made sure this man is born. A man born from alexandrite crystals, shining in teal and green. Itā€™s as if she took the time to sculpt by hand the beauty of this man. She makes way for the strong jawline that carves a path down the slope of his neck. Where she blessed him with muscles meant to embrace him in the warmest embrace. Itā€™s quite a sight to see it bare without any cloth clinging to it. Looking back up to his closed eyes, he knows that beneath them lies a deadly set of eyes. How the teal is surrounded by topaz to balance the intense blessing sheā€™s given him. Sometimes Kaveh can not stare at these eyes for long. Terrified that heā€™ll be caught in a trap by the predator lying inside him. But the beast is sleeping soundly through the night, at the mercy of his hands. His. Kavehā€™s hand brushes away the silver lock. In his mind, he can see silver wine pouring on his hair to be stained in lustrous metal. Quite a perfect match, a literal muse of the Heavens is given to him, an artist.Ā 
His beauty cannot be compared to his own. How can he compete with a man sculpted by a god? How can he be known to be beautiful and ethereal when Alhaitham exists? He doesnā€™t understand how Alhaitham could think heā€™s pretty. Why does he look so content with hugging him? So satisfied with holding his hand or carrying him home? Such are mysteries he cannot answer. Yet.Ā 
Yet. This manā€¦ He chooses to stay by his side. He chooses to indulge in his greed, his desires and chases after him when he runs too far. He picks up his broken pieces and takes the time to help him put himself back together. This man- this man sleeping before him. He will be ruined. Kaveh will ruin him with his filthy hands. The muse that he spends days and nights trying to perfect on paper will be tarnished- by his own hands.Ā 
Kaveh smiles in bittersweet sadness. Just how cruel must he be? Here he is, reaching the lowest of lows to commit a heinous crime against the Heavens. Defenseless against the hands that dare touch the work of a god. But Kaveh is resolute. Determined to know the results if he crosses lines they blur. To fantasize a world where his own greed will not destroy another treasure. He wants to Alhaitham. Not as a roommate nor a research partner. Not just as a junior or the Grand Scribe. No- no. He wants Alhaitham. The one who stays by his side. The one who picks him up on drunken nights and sleeps with him in ungodly hours. The one who comes back to light the fire of hope in his heart and watches him be consumed by the fires he creaetd. He wants Alhaitham-Ā 
He needs Alhaitham.
With that, he carefully opens the tube of lip tin in his hands. The glossy color of red reminds him of the passion he held for arts. Maybe in some way, he wants to let Alhaitham know that he needs him like he needs art. He needs him to be there by his side the same way he needs art to create life. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath to steel himself. Heā€™s about to do it, heā€™s about to pour all his desires onto himself and drown in it. With the lip brush in hand, he makes sure to smear a generous amount on his lips. His heart wonā€™t settle down. Itā€™s pounding against his chest as he reaches out his left hand to touch Alhaithamā€™s face. Making sure to keep his touch as light as a feather. He leans in closer, shivering when Alhaithams breath brushes against his ear. He gently places a soft kiss just right beside his chapped lips. He leans back to admire his work and mentally pats himself on the back. It looks perfect on him. The kiss mark is evident with the way it contrasts against his olive skin. Kaveh cries, tears falling down his cheeks as he licks the remaining lip tint that is burning on his lips. Alhaitham is just too perfect.Ā 
He lays his head on Alhaithamā€™s chest. Heā€™s done it, heā€™s done the impossibleĀ  He gazes up at Alhaithamā€™s sleeping face. Wondering just how many times must this man crumble his world of misery. How does he make him feel so alive? It is a blessing to feel his breaths rise up and down, his heartbeat beating beneath his cheek. This man is so perfect that it hurts for an artist like him to destroy it with a kiss. His perfect muse is tarnished by a human. At the same time, he cannot believe it. He lives with an intelligent man whose words would wrap around Kaveh in a bittersweet embrace. He has all his attention captured with every argument Kaveh can come up with. He is the ideal man of everyoneā€™s dreams and Kaveh has him in his hands. Every touch he gives makes Kaveh crave for more. Every word he tells him soothes his pain and Kaveh? All he can give his miseries and sorrow. Offers him his shattered heart and he holds it- cradles it in his hands like it is precious. Alhaitham who stays despite the rift, the bridge they refuse to acknowledge or rebuild.Ā 
Alhaitham deserves better. This muse of his, this man of his life desires. He deserves better than a broken debt-ridden artist. He shouldā€™ve settled with someone else, someone who is just as perfect as him. Someone who does not bicker or nag him around. Another artist that can recreate his beauty. Someone who can map out his face without any mistakes the first try. He deserves someone better than him. But at the same time, Kaveh will not let him go. He will not hand him off to another artist. Because Kaveh is an artist, with a muse like him living by his side. He can accomplish another kind of creation, something that can surpass this worldā€™s worth. Because Kaveh needs Alhaitham.
He is an artist. The greediest one to live.Ā 
Kaveh slowly rises on his hands. Hovering over Alhaitham asleep, he wonders, what would he think when he wakes up. He takes his tube of lip tint and smears more on his lips, to the point where it almost drips onto Alhaithamā€™s abs. He wipes away that small drip, intent on not getting a smidge of a mistake on Alhaitham. The canvas before him doesnā€™t deserve an imperfection. It deserves perfect marks of an architectā€™s kiss that plant themselves on planned paths. One starts on the corner just below of his green diamond gem. He follows along to the left of his breast before planting one on each nipple. He is drunk on his greed, his desire to make this man his. His lips are reapplied once more with a generous coating before he leans over to his left arm. He places two kisses there, silently thanking these firm muscles for carrying him home. His right arm is kissed with a firm mark. It was always this arm that crowds around Kavehā€™s space before he is pulled in for a warm embrace from the scribe. By this point, Kaveh is breathing heavily. Lightheaded as he finally got to live out his deepest desire. He rests his head to catch a breather before heā€™s back to hovering over Alhaitham. He counts his kiss marks. One by his lips, two, three- five, nine marks are planted.Ā 
Looking down, he licks his lips when his eyes land on his abs. He drops down to kiss two marks on it. Ah. His mind is hazy from the feeling of success prickling his skin. He greedily takes his tongue out to trace the middle of his abs down to his navel. His saliva glistens under the moonlight, he swipes a few licks on his stomach. He takes the garter of his pajamas to bring it down enough to plant a wet kiss slightly above his crotch.Ā 
It takes Kaveh a great effort to extract himself from Alhaitham. He examines his marks, how it brings out the sharp lines and soft edges of his body. His hands are twitching, wanting to draw this moment, burn it in his brain and make sure to never forget the opportunity he was given. He smiles so wide that his cheeks are aching. He scoots over to the other side of Alhaithamā€™s bed. He feels giddy and joyful, swings his legs up and down like a child. He snatches back the tube of lip tint and brings it up to the moonlight. The way it shines a red hue in his eye gives him a sick pleasure running down his arms. He should write a letter soon to Mrs. Castex that this product is successful. Not only does it tint your lips a deep and seductive red, it is a great product for paintingā€¦ And marking. He can still feel his lips aching from the intense cooling burn of the lip tint. And the thought of doing these indecent things to Alhaitham again sends a jolt of delight in his aching lips.Ā 
ā€œYou sure enjoyed yourself thoroughly, Senior.ā€Ā 
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He looks back with giggle, a cheshire grin. ā€œWhatever do you mean, Junior~?ā€Ā  He crosses his legs haughtily as he stares up at Alhaithamā€” His Alhaitham. Painted in his marks littered around his body like the stars that connect the constellation. He giggles once more, so utterly pleased with how Alhaitham towers over him from where he kneels. The hot weather of Sumeruian nights seems to enhance the divine look on Alhaitham. A bit of sweat slowly trickles down the side of his head. Kaveh himself looks up with a grin before his expression turns shocked in an instant. Almost like he had expected the unexpected but is not prepared for it. He gulps in anticipation when all he can see is the dark stare Alhaitham gives him. That stare either full of anger or full of desire.Ā 
Alhaitham is almost taken aback by the sly grin on Kavehā€™s face. Itā€™s quite hilarious in his eyes. An angel that blessed him with kisses, golden threads of hair framing a delicate face. Looking back at him with a devilish smirk and a greedy look in his eyes. Alhaitham finds it amusing to see the irony.Ā 
ā€œWas this your plan all along?ā€ Alhaitham asks. In an instant, he pulls Kaveh towards him. The bed squeaks as he traps Kaveh beneath him, his arms resting on either side of his head to trap him. At the same time, he takes notice of the way Kaveh looks up at him like heā€™s hung the stars up and gave him the moon. Alhaitham feels his tongue go dry and his heart beat faster in his chest. This angel, the angel heā€™s been chasing for years and years is finally in his arms. All sprawled out on his bed, bathed in the ethereal moonlight. Looking up at him like he was the god he serves, with red carmine eyes wide awake. Skin flushes from the hot Sumerian night and breathing heavy from the blessings he bestowed onto Alhaitham.
ā€œTo tease me while I sleep?ā€ He says, leaning in closer to his ear. His breaths tickling Kavehā€™s neck and sending goosebumps down his skin. ā€œKissing me like you worship me, angel? Is that what you were up to?ā€ Kavehā€™s breathing turns heavier. Squirming at the intimate contact and the words that burn through his soul. Alhaitham has to restrain his hands that scramble to escape him. He whines in protest, fighting back in a futile attempt against a so-called feeble scholar. Alhaitham has to pin down his arms and rest his forehead against his, forcing Kaveh to look him in the eyes. ā€œTell me Kaveh, was it your plan to enjoy yourself without me knowing?ā€Ā 
An observation he takes notes of when staring into his eyes is how evident Kavehā€™s irises shake. How he has to swallow and weakly exhale with trembling efforts. It takes a few hesitating seconds for Kaveh to answer with a very meek nod. ā€œā€¦yesā€¦ā€Ā 
Archons, has Kaveh always been this obedient? That fiery blond with a short fuse would have snapped at him by now. He would have defended himself or redirected the conversation away from him. He would have fought back even more to try and escape his hold. Denying over and over again the evidence Alhaitham has presented to him. Instead, this man with wine wafting through his shirt is letting himself be pinned down to the bed. Trapping himself between the bed and his body.
And it makes him wonder if he should go on. All the possibilities Alahitham has thought of, this is the least expected scenario he saw. Because it would be wrong of him to continue. It would be a crime against their relationship if Alhaitham tread on the blurry lines they have established. However he reasons with himself that Kaveh had stepped on it first. That Kaveh had wiped off the lines with his foot and flung himself onto him. For Alhaitham, itā€™s only right to reciprocate his actions. He is a human filled with desire. The opportunity he has right now is currently whining, his hips brushing against him to rub his hard on. Fuck this man is going to be the death of me.Ā 
ā€œMaybe I should punish you, Senior.ā€ Alhaitham murmurs against his neck. He licks a long strip up Kavehā€™s neck, laying his tongue on his pulse. Alhaitham leaves a trail of butterfly kisses up his neck, nipping his ear a little bit. Overjoyed at hearing those heavy breaths turn ragged by his teasings.Ā 
ā€œMay-Maybe you shouldā€¦ā€ Kaveh whispers back. Alhaitham shifts his grips on his arms, lifting Kaveh up with ease to prop him up on his pillows. Fuck. Why does this man have to be so enticing- so utterly sinful. Alhaitham has to hold back another shudder when a filthy lick of heat crawls its way up his spine. Kaveh is still breathing heavily, licking his lips once and a while. A soft glittering layer of saliva coats his pretty red lips. Staring up at him with the same desire he has in his eyes.Ā 
Alhaitham swallows a pit of anxiety into his throat. Everything theyā€™re doing, it all feels wrong but oh so right. Theyā€™re crossing borders that are never meant to be crossed. They are doing things out of mind and in the moment, no thoughts just desire and instincts. It's exhilarating and terrifying at the same time.Ā 
ā€œTell me you want this.ā€ Alhaitham whispers to Kaveh lips. He doesn't realize he is that close until he feels Kaveh suck in a breath. ā€œā€¦push me away now or else I wonā€™t stop.ā€ Kaveh can feel the words on his lips to their breaths syncing in with their desires.Ā 
There is a moment when carmine eyes meet teal ones, before Alhaitham gently brushes their lips together. Closing his eyes as he savors the soft lips touching his. His grip loosening as both him and Kaveh experience a moment only reserved for themselves. Archons- his lips are what Alhatiham imagines it to be. They are softer than the flower petals he rubs between his fingers. He smells a hint of strawberries when he shifts his lips to another angle. Never letting another second, another year, another decade separate them again.Ā 
Fuck. This is what Alhaitham has been dreaming of since their Akademiya days. This is what heā€™s been missing the entire time. How long has he imagined this scenario since his junior days? How long has he longed to tangle his fingers between those golden strands? How long has he dreamed of fucking this man beneath him? If this is a dream, itā€™s a dream Alhaitham is willing to take advantage of. Even if it means not having this man in his arms when he wakes. But the taste of strawberries on his tongue and the smell of Padisarah perfume is enough to let Alhaitham know that this is real. This man beneath him, the man heā€™s kissing, is real.
When he pulls away to catch his breath, he canā€™t help but love him the way heā€™s always had.Ā 
When they pull away, Kaveh whines, tears glazing his eyes. It feels too much for him. The way Alhaitham kisses is so tender and so loving, so patient and understanding. So very unlike the brash and prickly Alhaitham he knows. The way he looks at him with such a tender look is so foreign. And he doesnā€™t deserve it, Kaveh doesnā€™t deserve that look. Does Alhaitham not see? He had defiled him- had taken advantage of him when he was asleep. Why is he looking at him like heā€™d built the Sanctuaries and the Temples? Why is he looking at him longingly with that fond and loving look?Ā Ā 
It is painful to hear himself sob. No less even feel it get caught in his throat. He can hear himself cry out from the amount of emotions piling up in his chest. This time, Kaveh hooks his arm around Alhaithamā€™s neck and captures his mouth in a searingly hot kiss. The one that makes your insides melt from lack of oxygen they refuse to breathe in. The hot honey dripping from their tongues burns their skin. Their lungs screaming for air as Kaveh sloppily tries to hold on to their kisses.Ā 
ā€œKaveh-ā€ Kaveh doesnā€™t give Alhaitham a moment to speak nor a moment to break this illusion he has. He merely pulls him back to the kiss, tongue intertwining with his in desperation.Ā 
Alhaitham has to force himself to pull away. His lips taste like the salty tears from Kavehā€™s eyes. He has to tug at his hair to avoid being pulled back in. ā€œKaveh.ā€ He says, breathless and worried. What happened? Why is he crying? It breaks his heart to pieces when Kaveh responds back with a sob. The kind of sob that wracks through your body and hiccups through his throat. ā€œKaveh please, whatā€™s wrong?ā€ He asks, had he done something to him? Did he hurt Kaveh? Archons forbid heā€™ll never forgive himself if he did. Heā€™s done it once, he wonā€™t do it twice.Ā 
ā€œKaveh-.ā€
ā€œā€¦why?ā€Ā 
Alhaitham rests his hand on Kavehā€™s cheek. His hand curled around his hair loosens to join his other hand to cup his face. ā€œWhy what?ā€ He asks back, his thumb gently caressing his cheek. Wiping away the tears overflowing from those pretty ruby eyes. Even when he cries, Alhaitham can see how alluring Kaveh is. Where most might find it disgusting for him to cry, Alhaitham can see the real Kaveh beneath the tears, the Kaveh that is insecure and broken.Ā 
ā€œWhy do you look at me like- like that?ā€Ā 
Alhaitham pauses his movement, what does Kaveh mean? Is it the loving look heā€™s giving? Is it the soft look he has in his eyes when he stares at the sun in his arms? The angel he has trapped in his arms? ā€œWhat do you mean, Kaveh?ā€Ā 
ā€œWhy do you look at me like you love me.ā€ Kaveh all but sobs out, his chest heaving as he cries. He cries and cries in his hands, tears flowing freely like a broken dam. ā€œLike you actually want me here.ā€ And if the cries didnā€™t break Alhaithamā€™s heart to pieces, the confession Kaveh makes shatters those pieces to dust. It hurts. It hurts more for him because he has always loved Kaveh since the very beginning. Had held that torch tightly for him and never allowed the burning embers to extinguish. He has always waited for Kaveh to approach him, to give him even a smidge of attention. He accommodated Kaveh, and had always put Kavehā€™s needs before himself. To hear him doubt his affections, his touches, his love for him makes him want to burn the world, to get rid of the pain that riddled them both.Ā 
ā€œWhy wouldnā€™t I love you?ā€ Alhaitham scowls back, the pain in his chest hurts. The same way when his hands squishes Kavehā€™s face in retaliation. Gripping his chin tightly in his hands as he emphasizes his words. ā€œWhy would I kiss you if I didnā€™t love you!ā€Ā Ā 
ā€œBut I took advantage of you!ā€ Kaveh shouts back, shaking off his hands from his face to prop himself up. Sadness, regret, anger, every emotion Kaveh feels is present in his eyes. He The way he sobs with his entire body, doubling over in disgust. The kind of disgust not at Alhaitham but at himself.Ā 
ā€œI snuck into your room and started touching you! I defiled you! I- marked you and ruined your perfect skin, your perfect body. I- You should be hating me! You should be angry, disgusted because fuck Iā€™m such a horrible person.ā€ Kaveh sobs out. ā€œI- How can you love me when Iā€™m like this, Alhaitham?ā€ Kaveh says, gesturing to all of himself.Ā 
ā€œHow-.ā€Ā 
ā€œDonā€™t you dare finish that sentence.ā€ That gets Kaveh to shut up. Alhaitham has never felt anger like this. The ice cold anger that freezes his blood and makes way for the rage that starts to boil in his heart. Because how dare Kaveh see himself like this. Like he is unworthy of love. Like he is meant to suffer alone forever. He has spent years and years waiting for him and when he is finally in his arms, he doesnā€™t get to pull away. He doesnā€™t get to have the chance to escape him again. Not again.
ā€œYou donā€™t get to tell me what I should feel, what I should be doing. So donā€™t you dare doubt my feelings for you.ā€Ā  Alhaitham starts, forcing Kaveh by the chin to look at him straight into his teal eyes. ā€œYou donā€™t know how long I dreamed of this. How agonizing it was to not kiss you every time you cook me meals or sit beside me talking about your day.ā€ He gives a chaste kiss to his right eyes.Ā 
ā€œI always wanted to do this ever since you talked to me in the House of Daena.ā€ Another kiss on his nose.
ā€œI always wanted to tell you that you donā€™t need to prove yourself to me.ā€ A kiss on his cheek.
ā€œI let you drink till you forget your pain. I let you sleep with me when you're distressed, I let you fill my ears with the noise only I can tolerate. Hell, I even let you fix my headphones and make me new ones when you feel like it, Kaveh.ā€ A kiss just beside his lips.Ā 
ā€œBecause I love you.ā€ By this point, both of them are in tears. It is one of the only times Alhaihtam sheds a tear and this man is one of the people heā€™d let himself be vulnerable to. "Please believe me when I say that I-.ā€ Alhaitham pauses. He tries to gather up all the years of love and devotion he has for Kaveh. He pours all of it in a cup and coats all those words in it to get his words across.Ā 
ā€œI truly and utterly love you Kaveh.ā€Ā 
And Kaveh does. He does believe him when he hears him say it with such profound reverence. He does believe him when kisses his tears and his worries away. Washes his doubts in his love and leaves behind the devotion he has for him. By this point, Kaveh is sobbing again. Not from pain, nor sadness or anger. No. Heā€™s weeping from how happy he is, how unbelievably lucky heā€™s become to be worshipped by the man he chased after. Heā€™s rendered speechless by how patient and loving Alhaitham is and he wonders just how he got so lucky.Ā Ā 
He hiccups through the sobs that try to tear a hole in his chest. Takes a few breaths to center himself to respond back. Gulping down his anxiety and worries because Alhaitham is here. He should say the words as easily as he did. Yet why is he struggling to let those words pour out of his mouth? Alhaitham has said those words as easily as he could berate Kaveh for his awful choice of clients. He sobs in frustration when the words are caught in his throat.Ā 
ā€œI-.ā€ He starts, stumbling over his words to get those words out. And fuck, it breaks him apart when Alhaitham gazes at him with all his attention. He merely holds his face in his hands like heā€™s holding the world in his palms. He waits for him to say the words he wants to say. Not minding his attempts, stumbling and gurgling through his tears to say the words. Heā€™s just there, patient and loving him every second heā€™s awake.Ā 
ā€œI love you too, Haiyi.ā€ He whispers to him, like a secret that should only be shared to Alhaitham. ā€œI really love you too.ā€ He weeps into the palm of his calloused hands. Kavehā€™s hands come to cradle Alahtihamā€™s resting on his face. He nuzzles into it, allowing his lover to brush away the tears on his face. He can Alhaitham shift before his chapped lips meet his. This time, when they kiss, itā€™s gentler. Less hurried and desperate because they take their time to savor each otherā€™s presence. Now that they know what their hearts want, they finally slow down to experience the present together.Ā 
Alhaitham has a hard time trying not to devour Kaveh. His tongue pries Kavehā€™s lips loose, slipping into his mouth to delicately press their mouths closer. Their tongues sliding together in a slow, sensual motion that has Kaveh moaning. His legs flexing on either side of Alahithamā€™s hips and the delicious scrape of his fingernails digging into his hands. He has to keep Kaveh in place when he tries to take over. His attempts to quicken the pace or rush through the moment are halted by Alhaithamā€™s hand moving to take hold of blond tresses.Ā 
For Kaveh, itā€™s unsurprising for him to know now that Alhaihtm is a great kisser. Presing deep into the architect as he settles with a slow but sensual tempo. His teeth sometimes clack against his, but it somehow does the job of stealing the very little air from his lungs. And not only that, itā€™s good.Ā 
Itā€™s really good.
Thereā€™s no way of telling how long they stay like that: making out against the sea of pillows on his bed. One thing Kaveh does know is that the familiar heat is burning in his stomach, It leaves him aching and craving for something or rather- someone to relieve it for him.Ā Ā 
ā€œSomeone down here is excited.ā€ Kaveh murmurs on Alhaithamā€™s lips. Acknowledging the tent forming in his pajamas. He brings both his arms up to curl around Alhaithamā€™s chest. Moving his hips up to drag both their hard ons together. Sending pulses of pleasure twisting deeper in his gut.Ā 
ā€œThatā€™s because you're here.ā€ Alhaitham murmurs back, breaking the kiss to trail butterfly kisses down his neck. He tugs at his shirt, trying to get him to take it off. He doesnā€™t have much of a choice when he is manhandled into stripping. Suddenly, lips attack his skin with little purple-red roses, leaving messy marks just like this messy man lathering him in saliva. Kaveh jumps at the sudden pain blooming on his neck, realizing that Alhaitham sunk his teeth in. He brings the back of his hand up to muffle his moans, whining at how good Alhaitham is making him feel.
Alhaihtamā€™s hands wander and grope at every area he can touch, before settling on his hips.. ā€œHah- donā€™t.ā€ Alhaitham all but growls, .ā€Let me hear you.ā€ He says as he kisses his way down to his hiccuping chest. Kaveh gasps when Alhaitham licks around his nipple, latching onto the sensitive nub. Kavehā€™s hand find its way to silvery locks, clutching at it as Alhaitham makes a point to bite lightly around the pink bud in his mouth. He lays his tongue on his nipple, gazing at him with that hungry look in his eyes. His other hand comes up to tug at the other sensitive nub. Rolling it between his fingers, thumbing at it and scraping it lightly with his fingernail.Ā 
His reward? The sweet desperate moans Kaveh lets out from his mouth. The sharp pain from his scalp as his hand bunches up and twists with a handful of his hair in his grasp. ā€œOh- oh, mmn-! Ha-haiyi. Ah-Ngh~ā€
Alhaitham pulls back once more, the string of saliva breaks apart from the distance. His breaths are ragged, heavy with arousal pooling in his stomach. He shoves his face into Kavehā€™s abdomen hoping to stave off the growing heat in his body. He can tell that heā€™s close to cumming. Everything about Kaveh just makes him lose all his senses and brings out a different side of himself. Every needy moan and sobbing whine has the erection in his pants throbbing in pain. He wants to cum- fuck he wants to cum.Ā 
Not yet, he wants to cum inside Kaveh. He has to be patient, he wants to build up the arousal within them. He wants to leave Kaveh shaking and craving for more before he starts to fuck him.Ā 
So he goes back to his trail of kisses he left on his cheste. Going lower and lower until he can shuck off Kavehā€™s pants . Practically ripping the fabric a bit at his rush to sttrip Kaveh bare naked. Alhaithamā€™s hands shoves itself inside his pants. Practically ripping the fabric a bit at his rush to strip his bare naked like a newborn.Ā 
ā€œWai-Haiyi- donā€™t ru-augh~!ā€ He is a beast. A literal beast. This man he has always known to have the best restraint on himself is different with those chains off. The way he grabs his ankles and drags him closer, almost folding him in half out of desperation to keep him close. ā€œHa-!ā€ Heā€™s breathless, and even more so when Alhaitham makes sure to give his lips attention. His hands shoving itself between his legs forcing his thighs to part further.Ā 
ā€œNo underwear, Senior? You sure are a desperate to be fucked if you went out like this.ā€
ā€œAh! Oh- oh fuck-!ā€ Kaveh tries to strain his voice lower, not wanting to be too loud to drown out the little grunts and groans Alhaitham makes. Fuck, where did Alhaitham learn this?! He squeezes the meat of his thighs in his hands. Jiggling the fat that spills out between his fingers. He had swiftly leaned down enough to take a bite of his thighs. Licking the area close to his crotch, kissing it and licking it up like sweetcandy.Ā 
ā€œHaiyi!ā€ His hands had made a home in his silver locks. Tugging at it when he bites a bit too hard on his thighs. Leaving a very red mark on his skin. Painful as it is, the pleasure floods back when he starts to suck on his inner thighs. He keens when his teeth take hold of flesh, gnawing at it like a dog bone to chew on. He cries out in pleasure, his back arching up to chase after the feeling all the while trying to coax Alhaitham to relieve the pain in his cock standing proudly between them.Ā 
ā€œPlea-.ā€ He gasps in shock when he feels his tongue lick up his thighs. Trailing a path towards his cock before it feels it prodding at his hole. Oh Celestia. It's all too much for him to keep track of where Alhaitham is. One moment he is prodding at his hole with his tongue, next thing you know heā€™s suddenly appearing in his vision.Ā 
He hiccups through a breath, his eyes are watery from their crying session and the onslaught of pleasure heā€™s been subjected to for the past hours. Minutes actually. His breath is stolen by him kissing him again. Light, chaste and sweet. The heat in his stomach is a flickering light slowly growing stronger with each passing second. He moans a bit into the kiss when Alhaitham ruts his hard on on his own.Ā 
ā€œI wanna fuck you-.ā€ He manages to say with a strained tone, thick with lust. A deep flush colouring his skin; disappearing down his chest. He looks so disheveled and dazed with his pupils blown out with lust. He licks his slightly swollen lips and holds his gaze with Kaveh.Ā Ā 
ā€œPlease.ā€Ā 
Is all it takes for Alhaitham to manhandle him again. This time he drags him in, towards him. Forcing his legs apart, the painful stretch of his inflexible limbs has him crying out in pain. But fucking hell, the pain mixes in with the sudden blooming arousal that spreads from the kisses he lays on his calves. It has him reeling in from the shock and the realization that this man can practically bench press him every day. He has to look away in embarrassment as Alhaitham holds his ankle up in his hand. Licking it sensually as he trails wet kisses down his leg.Ā 
His fingers prodding at his hole as he distracts Kaveh with kisses on his leg thatā€™s resting on his shoulder. Fuck he looks so handsome.
ā€œWaI- Haiyi. L-lub-NGH!ā€ His warning falls on deaf ears. He didnā€™t even see Alhaitham move away to swipe a bottle of lube from his drawer. Nor did he hear the loud pop of the bottle opening. All he knows is the icy cold liquid dripping onto his hole makes him jump. Before an intense pleasure rips through him from his fingers digging inside him.Ā 
Archons, his Haiyiā€™s hands are so big.Ā 
Bigger than his own hands. His fingers are long, thick and calloused from years of writing and reading. And not only that, theyā€™re rougher from the swordsmanship he learned throughout the years.Ā 
They feel so- so good against his skin.Ā 
Especially when it drives inside of him. Fucking his fingers into his ass with only two- archons he doesnā€™t even have all of his fingers in him and heā€™s this wrecked. ā€œNa-ngmmmmā€¦.ā€ He whines when his fingers curls against his prostate, intent on giving it a harsher scrape each and every time it buries itself back inside him. Itā€™s as brutal as it is delightfully toe-curling delicious. It leaves him aching as punishing throbs of pleasure punches a breath out of his lungs. He has to hang onto Alhaithamā€™s arms, as his fingers work their way to skillfully unravel himself.Ā 
The sounds that echo through the quiet room are too much to hear. Loud, wet squelching and dripping from his ass. The little grunts and groans his Haiyi lets out rumble through his chest and pusles through him where he embraces him. Holding onto him like a lifeline as he picks up the pace. Pleasure and shame build up so fiercely that he loses the strength to hold on to him. He merely lays there beneath him, whimpering and squirming in the bigger manā€™s grip.Ā 
ā€œHai-iyi-.ā€ Heā€™s trembling like a leaf. He feels hot, speaks of pleasure crawling up his spine with each press of Alhaithamā€™s fingers in his prostate. ā€œNgah!ā€ A particular angle has his thighs quaking, shivers wracking across his sweat kissed skin.Ā 
ā€œMo-more.ā€ He stutters out. He canā€™t stand it much longer. The arousal that slowly built up, coiled tight inside him is making it hard to breathe. He knows the sensation from years of fucking himself silly with his own fingers and toys. The tight knot of pleasure that threatens to burst inside of him and leave him jolting in blinding pleasure. Heā€™s so close, heā€™s so close to the edge. He needs more. ā€œI- please! I need more.ā€ Heā€™s practically sobbing at this point, begging for Alhaitham to quicken the pace. To drive his fingers harder and faster, make him orgasm from his fingers.Ā 
ā€œNo.ā€Ā 
And Kaveh wails. He wails in desperation, chasing after the fingers that suddenly left him empty and needy. The tiny tremors running through his body have him sobbing at the intense sensations that came and went as quickly as the wind. ā€œYou get to come on my cock, and my cock only.ā€ Alhaitham says, kissing him on the forehead. And Kaveh is still lost to the sensation, gasping into the bed sheets from the sudden change.Ā 
ā€œShh..ā€ Alhaitham hugs him, wraps his arms around his waist and whispers in his ear. ā€œTake a deep breath.ā€ His hand rubs against the base of his spine, slow and comforting. It takes him a moment to come back down from that building edge of pleasure. Teetering between pain and pleasure. It becomes bearable in a few seconds, breathing hard into the crook of Alhaithamā€™s neck. Struggling to claw back a hint of composure to come back to reality. The hand on his spine moves in small, gentle circles, trying to ground him down from floating away too far.Ā 
ā€œAre you okay?ā€ Alhaitham asks, leaning up to press a kiss on his cheek.Ā 
He nods, trying to focus on the haggard breaths coming from his chest.Ā 
ā€œYour words, Princess.ā€ Princess? Fuck, heā€™s going to nicknames now. And he doesnā€™t like the way his arousal spikes up from the nickname. Itā€™s the sinful heat that spreads through his body and leaves him feeling vulnerable in all the right ways. ā€œY-Yes.ā€ He stutters out, unwilling to give him a look of how that nickname had him craving for more. Heā€™ll never live it down and he for sure knows Alhaitham enough that heā€™ll tease him every moment he gets.Ā 
ā€œGood.ā€ Alhaitham shifts back up to place a quick kiss on his cheek. ā€œI canā€™t wait to fuck you.ā€ He whispers in his ear. Adding another chaste kiss for effect before pulling away from him eliciting a whine from Kaveh.Ā 
Kaveh always knew that Alhaitham was handsome. His sketchbooks were always filled with doodles and imitations of Alhaitham. The colors he used as mock ups would involve shades of teal and green. There were times where he would time his arguments correctly to barge into Alhaithamā€™s room. Catching him wet and dripping from a hot shower, his lower half wrapped in a tight towel. It was one of the moments Kaveh would do to gain inspiration for his works. Yet, those times were during his pining. Moments where he longed and yearned for Alhaitham.Ā 
This time however, watching Alhaitham undress before him is a one-of-a-kind moment Kaveh would forever engrave in his mind. His hand catches the fabric between his fingers and pulls off the offending material off his body in one fluid motion.He throws his pajama trousers aside, quick to pull off his underwear too. And fuck- Witnessing how his cock springs out of its confine is so erotic. The smear of pre-cum on his stomach makes Kaveh want to lick it off, he wants to have a taste. Especially when copious amounts of pre-cum dribbles down his length, dripping onto his stomach. He shivers when he feels the hot liquid meet his damp skin. It feels so hot, itā€™s like lava on his skin. He moves his eyes back up to meet Alhaithamā€™s, looking at him with a dark hungry look in his eyes. It makes Kaveh drool just a bit, in his mind however, heā€™s bleeding a river from his nose.Ā 
Those calloused hands are digging back into his plump thighs. Forcing him to strain his legs even more to keep himself spread open for him. ā€œStay like that, Princess.ā€ He orders- no. He instructs him to obey, giving him a choice he doesnā€™t command him. His tone sounds different, heā€™s heard his commanding voice in the Akademiya Office. It doesnā€™t hold the same authority heā€™d lace in his tongue. This one is soft, patient andā€¦ different. The kind of different that doesnā€™t make him feel like a slave or an employee. He sounds like his lover. Which gives a whole new emotion swelling in his heart.Ā 
ā€œPle-Please-.ā€ Kaveh hiccups out, hands holding onto his thighs with a tight grip. ā€œBe patient.ā€ Is all he hears and he sobs in anticipation. The heat pooling in his stomach is burning inside and out. And it feels unbearable to stay like this, almost like heā€™s- heā€™s presenting himself- to Alhatiham. But at the same time, he wants to be good for Alhaitham- he wants to be good!Ā 
He jumps when he feels his hands holding onto his hips. Before moaning when his weeping cock rubs against Alhatihamā€™s. He legs twitch and flex as Alhaitham rubs his cock against his in a slow, tantalizing manner. Teasing him as he slips it down to his hole, feeling the tip strain to stretch him open. But it slips away, going back up to grind against his cock with a soft drag that sends a jolt up his spine.Ā 
His junior is so mean-! Teasing him when he knows full well how much he wants this, how much he needs him inside him, filling his hole up with his thick girthy cock rubbing against him. The heat in stomach is burning so much but it doesnā€™t snap, it doesnā€™t let him go over the edge of a blinding orgasm. He just keeps building it up, and up until he canā€™t handle the heat spreading to his chest and burning a mark in his soul.Ā Ā 
ā€œHai-Haiyi.ā€ He sobs, his hips trying to rub against his cock while trying to stay still at the same time. ā€œPle-Pleas- fill- please-!ā€ Heā€™s weeping at this point, his mouth trying to voice out his pleas to beg and ask him to fill him up. Heā€™s been good- heā€™s been good.Ā 
He whimpers, a strangled gasp knocked out of his lips when he feels himself being filled up slowly.Ā  He has to force himself down onto the mattress when the head of his cock pops itself inside his rim. Before the long and slow drag of his cock stretching him inside. Filling him up until he can feel his throat constrict until heā€™s grappling to breathe in air. He whines. The overwhelming pleasure flooding his senses is intense. The tears in his eyes blurs his vision as he has to tighten his hold on his thighs for security.Ā 
Kaveh has a hard time adjusting to the size of his cock spearing him open becuaese fucking hell-! He feels so big, just sitting inside him. He can feel the shape of it in his stomach and in his throat. His breath hitches as Alhaitham ruts into him in slow and deliberate thrusts. The mind-numbing pleasure flares up the heat in his abdomen. A few careful thrusts, tentative and almost exploratory as he takes his time with him.Ā 
ā€œNgh-Ahā€¦!ā€ Kaveh hiccups, moans and gasps, trying to get his breathing under control.Ā 
This annoying junior of his really wants to break him. Itā€™s a struggle to keep himself together as Alhaitham moves on to slowly pull out until the head of his cock catches at the rim. Before slamming back in with so much force it pushes him up the pillows. His juniorā€™s breath is hot and desperate and the drool from his mouth hits his skin, making him jump as his senses are assaulted in random intervals. Clawing down his thighs, he can feel the marks heā€™s making on his legs the same way he can feel Alhaitham scratching his hips.Ā 
It isnā€™t long until Alhaihtam gets tired of teasing him. Kaveh can tell from the way he stopped, taking a moment to realign himself. He can feel the twitch and the throbbing pleasure and the deep grunting from the man above him.Ā 
Itā€™s a shame he doesnā€™t have time to prepare himself.Ā 
He is dragged in to be crammed into Alhaithamā€™s arms. Hiccuping as his cock slams back inside him, filling him up until the hilt. Itā€™s rubbing against his prostate in a way that makes his whole body shake. Sparks of pleasure creeping up his spine as he sets a steady rhythm. Heā€™s so wound up. His neglected cock still aching, bouncing heavily between his legs, twitching with each thrust inside of him.Ā 
Fuck itā€™s not enough- itā€™s not engouh.Ā 
ā€œMo-more-.ā€ Kaveh gasps out, arching his back into Alhaitham, trying to take over the rhythm he set. He wants more- Archons he wants more. ā€œWant more- Haiyi, please!ā€
ā€œSo impatient.ā€ Alhaitham snarks, snatching his arm to remove his thigh from his grip. Pulling at it until he lifts Kaveh up until heā€™s half-sitting on the bed and on his cock. ā€œYou are so insatiable, Princess.ā€Ā 
Itā€™s all the warning Kaveh gets before he pounds into Kaveh in a way that has him bouncing on his cock. He feels helpless as he clings onto Alhaitham like a leech. Arms struggling to wrap around his hug frame, hands trying and failing to hold onto his shoulders. Heā€™s just there, plastered on his skin and holding on for dear life. He feels vulnerable, barely able to do anything but clench his hands and brace himself for the onslaught of pleasure filling his bones.Ā 
Each slap of Alhaihtamā€™s hips against his ass comes with a deep moan in his ears. The kind that shakes through his core and sends a molten surge of pleasure in him. He canā€™t keep up with the brutal pace as Alhaihtam doesnā€™t give him any mercy. The way he moves his head to the side to kiss and lick his ear. Sending another lick of arousal as he listens closely to the wet saliva invading his ear, the tongue that teases his lobe and dips inside his ear canal. He squirms in his grip, desperately trying to hold on longer as he can feels the impending orgasm threatening to break. Heā€™s so close-!
He knocks his head back, trying to rip himself away from the filthy noise. He leans in to press his forehead against Alhaithamā€™s, the violent heaving of his chest hits his lips. He whines when Alhiatham shifts his position to thrust his hips up until heā€™s hiccuping. Heā€™s so happy, so good, it feels all too good for Kaveh. He presses a kiss on his lips, heart burning from the lack of oxygen in his lungs.Ā 
ā€œTha-Thank yo-!ā€ He gasps out between the kisses. He can feel it, heā€™s so close. The head spinning pleasure trembling in his body as the violent jabs of ecstasy punch him deep inside his gut. He feels filthy. His face is wet from the tears that rolled down his cheek and the sweat layering his body. Stomach turning over itself as the knot threatens to snap at any moment. Fuck!
Ā ā€œI-I love you. Haiyi, ngh-! I love you!ā€ Kaveh wails out, His whole body jerks in his hold when his orgas rips into him, blinding white stars cover his vision. He almost leans back like a puppet that got its string cut. He clenches down on Alhaihtam cock, jolting as he feels him pick up the pace faster.Ā 
ā€œI-I love you,ā€ Alhaithamā€™s hips stutter a bit when Kaveh lock up in his hold He has to hold onto him tightly when Kaveh crumples into his chest, sobbing at the intense orgasm tearing him inside and out. ā€œKaveh I love you too-ā€ He slams deep inside Kaveh, filling him up until heā€™s spasming in his hold.Ā  He groans when he feels his orgasm wash over him, and the feeling of Kaveh tightening his hole. Almost like he wants to milk his cock dry.Ā 
He takes a few minutes, feeling their pounding hearts in their chest. Holding onto Kaveh as he hiccups and gasps, tightening his arms when he tries to move a bit more.Ā 
When he feels like heā€™s had enough of a rest, he pecks Kaveh on the cheek. Wanting to give him a bit more comfort before he sits up a bit on his knees, dumping Kaveh on the bed. Hissing as he forgot how sensitive the both of them are. He listens to Kaveh let out a wet moan as he bounces back onto the pillows, his sultry hold clamping at the pleasure that hikes up his body again.Ā 
He leans back to see how debauched Kaveh looks. Blond hair a mess, cheeks ruddy and red with tears decorating the sheen of sweat on his skin. He looks back down onto his stomach where he finds him still dripping from the orgasm. The ribbons of cum painting his skin, on his abdomen reaching his chest. He looks at himself and realizes that the same was on him, sticking to him. Alhaitham hovers above him, kissing him deeply, gently dragging his cock out of Kaveh. Swallowing all the protesting groans as he pulls out, a bit of cum dribbling out of his hole. When he breaks the kiss, he looks at Kaveh one more time, appreciating just how beautiful he is, how this opportunity he was given was worthwhile.Ā 
Alhaitham collapses on the pillows, right beside Kaveh. Kaveh himself is lying snugly between his pillows with cum still clinging to his skin. Heaving like heā€™s having an asthma attack, dazed from their love-making session. Alhaitham wraps his arms around him, slowing his breath deliberately to have Kaveh match his breathing.Ā  Hands coming to stroke his back comfortingly. Waiting patiently for Kaveh to calm down to coherently talk to him sober. And definitely not drunk on his love.
ā€œHeheh~.ā€
Kaveh chuckles, having calmed down. ā€œWhat are you laughing about?ā€ Alhatham asks, amused at how anything Kaveh does makes him fall in love with him more.Ā 
ā€œI never imagined things would turn out like thisā€¦ā€ Kaveh admits quietly, a somber look in his eyes as he looks off far into the distance where Alhaitham canā€™t reach. What does Kaveh mean by thatā€¦ Is he talking about their relationship? The sex they did? For someone as rational as Alhaitham, he overthinks just as extreme as Kaveh. With that, he props himself up on one arm to properly address Kaveh. ā€œBy that, you meanā€¦?ā€ Alhaitham trails off, hoping that Kaveh would fill in the blanks heā€™s missing. Heā€™d really love to know what heā€™s thinking now, with their heart peeled off of any layers.Ā 
ā€œI never thought weā€™d be fucking right after confessing.ā€ Kaveh laughs wholeheartedly, it just amuses him so much how quickly their relationship had progressed. It makes something inside Alhaitham to be embarrassed. A little flustered at the admission but at the same time, he doesnā€™t have much experience in romance like his Senior.Ā 
ā€œAre you blushing~?ā€ Kaveh teasingly asks, a giggle following right after when Alhaitham plops back down on the bed. Eyes refusing to meet him.Ā 
ā€œShut upā€¦ā€ He does not pout, no matter how much Kaveh teases him with a pinch to his cheek and a kiss on his forehead. He merely murmurs it beneath his breath before pulling Kaveh into an embrace.Ā 
Kaveh chuckles again, scooting closer into the embrace until his head rests on Alhaithamā€™s chest. His ear directly beneath his heart, listening to it beat with life.Ā 
ā€œā€¦ā€
ā€œā€¦ā€
ā€œWhat now, Haiyi?ā€ He asks, a hopeful look in his tone. From where he rests on his chest, Alhaitham canā€™t see the scared and bitter look in his carmine eyes. Alhaitham thinks for a moment. What now? If anything, thereā€™s nothing right now. They confessed, they had sex, although they did skip a few steps into marriage but that would be for another day. Why would he ask that, is there something wrong with what they had done? Have they skipped so many steps that the regret in Kaveh is finally settling in his conscience?
ā€œAre youā€¦ Are you upset?ā€ Alhaitham asks. Is he upset at him? Why else would he ask that without expecting a specific answer.Ā 
ā€œNo! No, no Haiyi, Iā€™m not.ā€ Kaveh shoots up from his place, leaning in to reassure Alhaitham that heā€™s not mad. ā€œIā€™m really not Haiyi, I justā€¦ā€
ā€œI justā€¦ I-ā€¦ā€ He trails off, coming back down to rest his chin on his chest. Neither turning away or avoiding his gaze, heā€™s just searchcing for the right words to ask. ā€œI- wh-what are we now?ā€ Kaveh asks sincerely, confusion brewing inside him and stirring a mix of emotions in Alhaithamā€™s. Are they not lovers? From the last thing heā€™s read about romance, usually people who have confessed are assumed to be lovers. At least, that only happens if both parties agree to having that kind of relationship. Does- Does Kaveh not want to be lovers?Ā 
ā€œDo you notā€¦ want to be loversā€¦?ā€ Alhaitham asks, doubt in his heart and pain in his chest as he asks that. But the blush spreading across Kavehā€™s cheeks gives him a bit of hope to light up in his chest.Ā 
ā€œOf course, I want to be! I just wanna make sure-.ā€ Alhaitham cuts him off by pressing a kiss on his forehead. He lets his lips rest there, heavy and grounding. ā€œI really love you Kaveh,ā€ Alhaitham admits, the words flowing right off his lips easily. ā€œI want to stay with you.ā€ He murmurs back before giving back another kiss on his forehead.Ā 
This throws Kaveh for a loop. Wondering just how long has he dreamed of this? How long has he imagined this scenario over and over again? Does Alhaitham really want to stay with him? Will he not be disgusted with him? Will he really love him just as he did tonight? Will he not regret it?Ā 
ā€œYouā€¦ You really donā€™t mind being my boyfriendā€¦?ā€
ā€œDo you want me to fuck you again to prove my point?ā€
Flustered, Kaveh hits him lightly on the chest. Stuttering out excuses after excuses that become an incoherent reason to his thoughts. ā€œI would love nothing more than to be your boyfriend, Kaveh.ā€ Alhaitham admits, his hand pushing Kaveh up to place a kiss on his red lips. ā€œThe same way I would love nothing more than for you to be mine too.ā€Ā 
Kaveh breathily laughs at that, ā€œI love you too, Haiyi.ā€ He says, ā€œI would love to stay with you and your terrible interior designs.ā€Ā 
Kaveh continues laughing before he abruptly squeaks in surprise. Shuddering as Alhaithamā€™s two hands snake down to take Kavehā€™s ass into greedy palms. Fondling and squeezing as he shivers at the attention. ā€œWa-Wait!ā€ Alhaitham ignores his plea, taking the time to squeeze it harshly. Before he kneads it with his finger, pressing deeply into the muscles. Kaveh squirms in his grip, red-faced and keening at the arousal pooling back in the pit of his stomach.Ā 
ā€œYou are so endearingly annoying.ā€ Alhaitham states. Watching as Kaveh comes undone from his hands and the overstimulation running in his veins. He really is twisted as he enjoys doing this for a few minutes, an evil smirk twitching to show itself on his face.Ā 
ā€œHaiy- Haiyi! It was a joke, plea-please, ā€˜m sensitive- ngh!ā€
ā€œAll the more reason to tease you more, Princess.ā€ He wants to build back up the heat they shared just a few minutes ago. He wants Kaveh to understand how he wonā€™t stop, how he wonā€™t restrain himself again after years of patiently waiting. He just wants to love Kaveh and make up for the years he never got to do.Ā 
Which is why Alhaitham is in the mood to tease him, until heā€™s shaking like a leaf. As his hands play with his ass, his mouth plays with his ear. He licks and nips at the flushed ears. Syncing his movements from both endsĀ  to create the desired outcome of Kaveh moaning and clinging to him like a lifeline. Without warning, he lifts one of his hands up, only to bring it right back down. Hard.
ā€œAH-!ā€
This elicits a sharp cry from Kaveh, left hand grappling to take hold of his shoulder. Nails digging into his skin as he ends up trembling, ears burning red and thighs tightening from the pain. Alhaitham smooths over his ass, paying extra attention to the burning spot heā€™d just slapped. ā€œIf you have the energy to doubt me, then you have the energy toĀ 
ā€œN-no wait- Haiyii-.ā€ Kaveh tries to stop his hands. One hand gripping his wrist, weakly tugging at it with fading strength. Gasping when he tugs him up, dragging his body up against him. He can feel the filthy smear of cum spread on his stomach onto Alhaithamā€™s hip. He hiccups when he feels his fingers dig back inside his hole. He has to bite down on his lips as Alhaithamā€™s other hand comes to rearrange his legs to sprawl around his chest.Ā 
ā€œLet me love you more, Kaveh.ā€ Alhaitham pleads, almost pouting up at him. Making sure to curl his fingers against his prostate and brush his fingers lightly against his back. ā€œI want to show you just how much I longed for you.ā€ He smiles up at him, knowing full well that the imperfect, ruined face he has on is enough to convince Kaveh to stay up all night.Ā 
Kaveh is breathing heavily, half-sitting on Alhaithamā€™s chest. Being teased at by his boyfriend while he pouts up at him with puppy eyes. Why does his junior have to be so cute? His sly and coy junior is toying with him from behind like itā€™s an everyday habit while pouting up at him with pleading eyes. The closest he can get to him begging. Kaveh sits there, contemplating for a few seconds, almost sobbing when he takes a bit too long in his decision.Ā 
Which is why it is to no oneā€™s surprise when the inevitable outcome is him folding like wet paper. Nodding meekly as he is devoured once more by his new-found boyfriend and longtime crush.Ā 
Poor Kaveh, a weak man for his junior.Ā 
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His eyes are the first to wake to the sunlight beaming down on him. The Sumeru sun has always been unforgiving, even more so in the desert. So you can imagine how harsh it is to the eyes when you wake up. He squints to adjust to the bright light and blinks away the remnants of drowsiness. The sunlight is so bright, it always makes his eyes burn. Nevermind the nights working with the lamplight, the sun always brought a different kind of pain. Yetā€¦ He doesnā€™t feel the need to complain about the sun right now.
Rather, heā€™s thankful for the sunlight to bless this man right beside him. Well, he should probably call him his boyfriend or his lover- His partner. It gives him a burst of joy blooming in his heart just admitting that new reality they brought. The light reflecting on his partnerā€™s silver hair is brighter. It would be a joke to call him an angel despite his devilish nature. However the light makes his features softer.Ā Ā 
So this is what it feels like to have the forest and desert coexist. He imagined it would be their two worlds competing to conquer one another but it isnā€™t. When Kaveh closes his eyes, all he sees is an oasis. Cradled inside the divide between their two worlds. Instead of the flowers and the trees spreading their healthy roots into the dry dunes, it merely blooms new flowers on cactus. Instead of the desert drowning the shrubs and the vines in its grains, it merely offered gentle breezes and fluttering sands to keep them company.Ā  They didnā€™t need to sacrifice their worlds for a, ā€œbetter,ā€ one.Ā 
They just made space for the world they merged together.Ā 
Kaveh smiles at the thought. They made space for themselves in their own worlds. One where they can be together and be separate without sacrificing their own needs and space. Kaveh is more than happy to sit in the oasis with Alhaitham resting peacefully. However, the Sumerian sun is glaring intensely from the window. Itā€™s signaling for Kaveh to do the inevitable as the day goes on and on without them knowing. He sighs forlorn at the thought of leaving Alhaitham here on their bed. Heā€™s spent his waking hours admiring his partnerā€™s face. This time more lovingly, more open, more honest than the facade heā€™s been using. But they have a busy day today, or rather, itā€™s Alhaitham who has a busy day today. Itā€™s Thursday today, which is one of the busiest days at his job.Ā 
He props himself up to sit up. Looking back once more to the sleeping man beside him.Ā  Unsure of whether heā€™s awake or not, he still does something even he himself is surprised to do. He leans down to kiss him on the forehead. A small greeting to start his day.Ā 
He swings his legs to the side of the bed. Gripping the bedside table as a lifeline to aid him in standing up on shaky legs, Kaveh has to stop himself from falling. Damn this sexy man and his stamina. Itā€™s difficult to try and walk right now but he makes due by hobbling his way to the kitchen. Where he starts the day with preparing a simple but hearty breakfast for the both of them.Ā 
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ā€œALSWPOEIU-ā€Ā 
Kaveh yells out in surprise when he hears something slam down nearby. He whips around to see Alhaitham standing there. Fuck, he didnā€™t hear him come into the kitchen. What is he doing? Heā€™s just standing there, hunched down with his hand planted firmly on the kitchen counter. He feels a bit nervous, why is he just standing there?Ā 
Ā ā€œA-Haiā€¦yi?ā€ Kaveh calls out but jumps back in fear when he peaks up through his silver locks. Judging by the heavy breaths heā€™s exhaling and the dark look in his eyes, Kavehā€™s in trouble. Deep trouble. But He doesnā€™t even know what he did wrong! Did- Did he misinterpret his words last night? Were they said during the moment, not his truest desire?Ā 
ā€œKaveh.ā€ Alhaitham growls it out, voice hinting an unavoidable danger. ā€œWhat did you use!?ā€ Kaveh flinches at the guttural shout Alhaihtam had used. Heā€™s not used to hearing that from Alhaitham but it quickly disappears when his eyes follow Alhaithamā€™s finger pointing at the-...Ā 
ā€¦Ā 
ā€œPft- PWAHAHAHAAHHA!ā€
Kaveh bursts out laughing. The kind that has him holding onto his stomach for dear life from the sheer hilarity of the situation. Alhaitham grinds his teeth at his partner, cackling at him and his misery. His partner who is the culprit to the evident kiss marks littered across his body.Ā 
ā€œDonā€™t laugh.ā€ Is all Alhaitham can grit out from sheer embarrassment. Alhaitham wouldnā€™t have minded it any other day. In fact, he wouldā€™ve been ecstatic to show off the marks his partner gave him. But today is not the day for that since he has a meeting with Inazuma delegates. The last reports he remembers from Panah is that the Electro Archon and the priestess of the Grand Narukami Shrine will be present as well. Fuck. He only has five hours to figure out how to remove the marks before his meeting in the afternoon. And his partner dying of laughter is not helping him with the crime he committed.Ā 
ā€œWHEEZEEEEE-ā€ His partner really ticks him off. ā€œKaveh. Do something about this.ā€ Alhaitham scowls at him, positively irritated at his lover. At the same time, he canā€™t help but sigh fondly at him. Itā€™s a wonder how bells ring in his ears when Kaveh laughs like a dying bird. He moves from his place, approaching Kaveh and crowding him into the corner of the kitchen counters.Ā 
ā€œI- HAHAHAHA I canā€™t-.ā€ Kaveh wheezes out. Still holding onto his stomach in pain before taking a deep breath to try and compose himself. A few giggles slipping out of his lips every now and then. He wipes a tear on his eye as he coughs out the amusement in his lungs. ā€œI-It- Itā€™s lip tint. Itā€™s a *hehe* kind of lipstick that stains your lips without smudging it.ā€Ā 
ā€œThen find one. I have an important meeting to attend today.ā€ Alhaitham all but pouts. Annoyed at the turn of events and at his lover for ignoring his plight. Seriously, what is he gonna do if he canā€™t take off the kiss marks? For once heā€™s actually thinking about his public image since the Inazuman delegates are here for their Archon and their nation. And looking like he got mauled by a certain pretty blond man.Ā 
ā€œAs the Grand Sage?ā€ Kaveh fires at him, flipping the eggs on the pan.Ā 
ā€œActing Grand Sage.ā€ Alhaitham spits back, rightfully stressed at how relaxed his lover is. ā€œDonā€™t change the topic, Princess.ā€ He grits out, coming to corner Kaveh on the kitchen counters while he cooks breakfast for the both of them. Which Kaveh promptly rejected with a push of a hand as cooking and horniness can lead to quite a disastrous and destructive fire. Though the flushed red on his ears tell a different story as he didnā€™t wholeheartedly reject his presence beside him while cooking.Ā 
ā€œDonā€™t worry Haiyi~. Iā€™m sure itā€™ll disappear after bathing.ā€ He purrs out, a spatula waving in the air to emphasize his point.Ā 
ā€œI already tried that when I washed my face.ā€ Alhaitham snarks back, wrapping his arms loosely around Kavehā€™s waist.Ā 
ā€œDid you try it with soap?ā€
Ā ā€œ...ā€Ā 
ā€œI thought so, weā€™ll see when we shower together.ā€Ā 
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ā€˜Dear Mrs. Myriam Castex,
Thank you for the gifts you have given me via mail.Ā 
I am writing to inform you that the lip tints are successful products! I have been testing out one of the tubes you have sent that has a strawberry flavor. Some problems I have come across are the minty aftereffects when it dries. It stings a lot not only when applying but also the little wounds I have on my lips when chewing them. The shade of the color is too bright for everyday use, may I suggest that there be other shades before launching the product?Ā 
And the main problem I came across is that the lip tints are quite effective in their goal of not smudging. It worked too well.Ā 
I am quite embarrassed to admit it but I have tested out the product on my partner during anā€¦ intimate session. And It has been 3 days since then, 5 days once you have received this letter. That the kiss marks have yet to disappear on their own even after washing and removing it with regular makeup remover. I had to help my partner cover up the kiss marks on his face with makeup which is only a temporary fix for now.Ā 
Once you receive this letter, please send a product to remove the lip tint on normal skin.Ā 
Sincerely, Kaveh of SumeruĀ 
Light of Kshahrewar
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History and Theory of inconstant and polar law
(The) Law, that can be a readable object or an object that lets read (and is thus formed from the marks/ 'mauls' and clammy missives/ trajecories that are called letters because they are objects that let).
There is a phrase by Walter Benjamin that is also used in reference to Aby Warburg, precisely because of the impulses that drove Walter Benjamin in the mid-twenties (once again unsuccessfully) to connect with the Warburg library. These impulses lie in what Walter Benjamin calls the magical and mantic practices in censored passages (passages he himself cancelled) of the pile of fluttering notes or sheets of paper called his historical-philosophical theses. Censoring is also a magical and mantic practice, especially before the ' expropriation of the diviner and fortune-teller'.
Benjamin shared with Warburg an interest in that part of Roman law which is so subliminal that some deny that it was Roman law at all (even Marie Theres-Fƶgen, who originated the history and theory expropriation of the diviner and fortune-teller, denied that the magical and mantic practices, the juridical cultural techniques of the Roman censors, were law).
What jurisprudence needed of it was declared an auxiliary science as a precautionary measure; today we also speak (and believe it to be generous) of neighboring sciences. Warburg became famous for his knowledge of this part of Roman law: this applies to his work on the measurement and administration of time, his knowledge of calendar history. He gave a famous and legendary lecture on Rome (not only Lacan) in 1912 in the library that today belongs to the Max Planck Society and bears the venerable title of Hertziana. Thanks to his knowledge of the measurement and management of time and his knowledge of the history of the calendar, he succeeded in deciphering the iconographic program in the Palazzo Schifanoia in Ferrara. This knowledge goes hand in hand with a knowledge of astronomy and astrology, furthermore with a knowledge of the history of alchemy and hermeticism - and always with a knowledge of magical and mantic practice. It was from an encounter with magical and mantic practice, the 'Reigen' or dance that became known as the snake ritual, that Warburg first began to develop his history and theory of Roman law, or of a law in which antiquity 'survives'. Neither Warburg nor Benjamin would come up with the idea of therefore committing art and irrationality to one another and 'outdifferentiating' law and art in this respect. But neither of them belong to the Critical Theory, Frankfurt School, non-Benjamin department. Benjamin is even the founder of the Critical Theory/ Frankfurt School/ Department Benjamin.
So there is a sentence that comes from Walter Benjamin and that Georges Didi-Huberman related to Aby Warburg in his book on the atlas or anxious, gay science. Reading what has never been written: this is something that Benjamin and Warburg would develop as a routine, technique or procedure. Writing that does not stand: even stretched this far into e realm of polemos, is how I want to interpret it. The magical and mantic practices have to do with a reading beyond the concepts of scripture, beyond writing and beyond standing. Other graphics and other choreographies also become legible here, those that are not 'understood' on their own and thus do not merge into the concept, that are not writing and that also do something other than stand, stay and be constant in it.
The knowledge of such magical and mantic practices is archived in Roman law, among others, in a material that is subliminal or minor. According to Cornelia Vismann: The material is not written and by that constituted and authorized, is not a constitution of Roman law and offers Roman law no constitution, only versions, only versions and thus twists and turns, only traffic. This material only administers and is only administered, constantly sorted without ever being in/the order. It is in the form of a file (i.e. also recorded, lamented, accused and desired/filed), is sometimes confused with what a book is supposed to be, but is and remains file material, full of lists, tables and images. The material is so unstable that from the 19th century onwards, with its national and university efforts at homogenization, systematization, authentication and appropriation, it is considered too dubious to seriously share in the pride of the essence of Roman law. This may even be why Mommsen left the editing of the unstable and therefore dubious material to his student Otto Seeck. In this respect, it is questionable whether this material, which cannot be committed to either heterogeneity or homogeneity, is text. Fabrication it is. The most famous material is the notitia dignitatum (the material that can also be read as an atlas and shows piles of tables on tables).
For a history and theory of inconstant and polar law, I suggest exploring the affinities between what Aby Warburg calls Gestellschieberei, what LĆ©vi-Strauss calls bricolage, and what Jesper Svenbro calls ant trails in his history and theory of cultural technique 'reading'. South America comes to mind, because it is a place where the ants are constantly running and chipping away at the leaves (presumably because here a flat-rate summeriness still occupies the other three seasons). In Germany,we do "StoƟlĆ¼ften" on planned dates, in Brazil the ants leave with the leaves, the wohle year throught: these are sequences, sequences, because everything that occurs here also occurs there, only in different sequences.
Such ant trails are service routes of bricolage, 'Gestelle werden geschoben' along them - and these are also to be counted among the thorough, founding, bargaing, tricky but advancing lines: That would be a working thesis. Ants that take off with the leaves also allow something, but they also defoliate. Ants also sort, even if they sort the leaves in the way that is not only described on the leaves of Benjamin's theses, but also in the way that happened to Benjamin's leaves, i.e. even if they contain tilts, turns and twists that are accompanied by catastrophic and apocalyptic whirls.
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colorpickinglesbian Ā· 7 months ago
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History of the Lesbian Flag
Since I run a blog that's all about appreciation for lesbians and our current flag, I thought it'd be fitting to make a post about lesbian flags of the past and how we (more or less) settled on this design!
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The first lesbian flag was designed by Sean Campbell in 1999, who was working as a graphic designer for the Greater Palm Springs Gay and Lesbian Times [1]. It has a solid violet background in reference to the tradition of violets as a symbol of sapphic love. The inverted black triangle is used to represent remembrance and reclamation for the lesbians who were marked "asocial" during the Holocaust, much like how the pink triangle was a common symbol in the gay men's community [2]. The labrys was already an established lesbian-feminist symbol of women's strength and self-sufficiency due to its association with the Amazons.
This flag was more of a niche success than the versions that would follow, for a number of changing reasons. The first is that this flag was created at a time when it was just starting to become commonplace for individual identities to have their own flags as opposed to everyone being under the rainbow; the bisexual and transgender flags were both only around a year old. The second reason this flag hasn't seen widespread use is the controversial use of the black triangle. To an uninformed viewer, the inclusion of a Nazi symbol on a flag can be alarming. There is also debate on if lesbians should reclaim the black triangle, as it was most commonly applied to Romani people. The third and most contemporary criticism of this flag centers around its adoption by transphobic radical feminists, due to the lesbian-feminist history of the flag.
There is a current movement to revive or slightly redesign (by removing the black triangle or adding trans-positive imagery) this flag, as some people connect with the empowering and historically significant symbolism or simply think that the most widespread design doesn't reflect their aesthetic or connection with lesbianism.
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The second flag wasn't meant for the whole lesbian community, but it became pretty widespread: the Lipstick Lesbian flag. This flag was created in 2010 by lesbian lifestyle blogger Natalie McCray to represent the hyperfeminine sub-community of "lipstick lesbians" [3]. The shades of pink and red, fittingly, represent common shades of lipstick, and the kiss mark is in the upper left corner in the tradition of the bear and leather flags.
In 2013, a version of the flag cropped to exclude the kiss mark was posted on Tumblr, where it was described as a general lesbian flag representing the whole community [4]. In 2015, a DeviantArt account dedicated to uploading high-resolution versions of pride flags posted the version without the lipstick mark, mentioning that it is a variation of the lipstick lesbian flag but still framing it as a flag for the whole community [5]. The admin later revealed that the omission of the lipstick mark was simply due to the difficulty of upscaling the image to a higher quality without the original vector.
This design was moderately successful until racist, biphobic, anti-butch, and cissexist comments from the creator were uncovered c. 2018. The flag was already facing replacement efforts due to its "lipstick lesbian" association making it uninclusive of butch lesbians.
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2017-18 was a very fortuitous time for lesbians to be in search of a new flag. Social media use was reaching new peaks and the microidentity boom came with a huge wave of new flags for the queer community at large. Concurrently, there was a big push for inclusivity in the queer community that birthed the Philadelphia Pride flag to explicitly include people of color, the first time the LGBT rainbow flag had seen a revision since it was cut to six stripes in 1979.
It was not difficult to find lesbians willing to try their hand at making The New Lesbian Flag. There were so many interested parties, in fact, that multiple community surveys were conducted to pick a design! (I had the joy of participating in some of those surveys in favor of the 7-stripe flag that this blog is dedicated to.) On the DeviantArt account that posted the lipstick lesbian flag with the kiss mark removed, there are 212 variations under the "Lesbian WLW" category.
Pictured above are three of the most successful variations that came out of this lesbian flag explosion. The design on the left was created by Jace (AKA anurtransyl), with 5 shades of blue and purple representing community values like trust, freedom, and pride. The design on the right won the which-lesbian-flag survey; it was created by Marion (AKA apersnicketylemon), and the four stripes represent different subsets ā€” trans, femme, aspec, and butch ā€” of the lesbian community. The center flag was created by Lydia, the same woman who brought Natalie McCray's bigoted comments to light. It is commonly referred to as the Sappho flag because its violet shade is a direct reference to Sappho's poetry, while its other shades represent the community values of strength, fragility, and healing.
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Separate from the evolution of the community lesbian flag, some lesbians were making flags for subsets of the lesbian community. While I won't cover these in detail, the one relevant to this story is the butch flag created by Mod Q of butchspace.
People were naturally attracted to the idea of smashing the butch and lipstick flags together to create one representing the whole community. Olivia (AKA shapeshifter-of-constellation) created a very familiar design (alongside some proposed variations) in July 2017 to little fanfare [6]. No meanings were provided for the stripes, but Olivia mused back and forth with some other community members about meanings that could be ascribed beyond 'butch, femme, and other'. She proposed a couple more variations, but ultimately seemed to abandon the design.
The current design originated in June 2018 and was designed by Emily Gwen [7].Ā¹ By the end of the week, the meanings for the stripes were finalized: gender non-conformity, independence, community, unique relationships to womanhood, serenity & peace, love & sex, and femininity.
There are many reasons why this flag was successful.
The retained stripes from the lipstick lesbian flag allowed it to retain recognizability; someone who has only seen the previous iteration can see those stripes and infer that the flag has something to do with lesbianism.
The stripe meanings were decided with input from the community, resulting in associations that include lesbians of all kinds in a respectful way. Olivia's design faced criticism for implying that all lesbians exist on a continuum from butch to femme, so Emily Gwen's uses "gender non-conformity" and "femininity" to include butches and femmes while including all lesbians on every stripe. Trans lesbians provided feedback in the replies of the original post as well as sadlesbiandisaster's ask box stating that they felt having trans and nonbinary lesbians on their own stripe separated them from the rest of the community, so the white stripe was changed to "unique relationships to womanhood."
Marketability. Emily Gwen allows people and corporations to make and sell merchandise with her flag design on it. Despite the community's attitudes towards rainbow capitalism and the unfortunate financial impact on Emily Gwen personally, this allowed the flag to proliferate.
The color combination is pleasing to the eye. This is obviously a matter of opinion, but it seems to be a widely shared one! This design received its "sunset flag" nickname very early on, which tends to be a positive indicator for longevity of a pride flag.
Catherine Becker created a five-stripe derivative of this flag to facilitate printing [8]. Oversized flags have been a historical issue for the LGBT community, most notably with Gilbert Baker's original rainbow flag which had the pink stripe removed due to poor availability of pink fabric and the turquoise stripe removed to allow for it to be split in half on each side of the San Francisco pride parade route. The simplification turned out to be a good move, as it is the most popular design used by corporations like Disney and Spencer's Gifts.
Anecdotally, Emily Gwen's design is still the most popular at pride parades and online. It's the one we see handed to celebrities like Lucy Dacus and LOONA. It's the one we see proudly displayed in the icons of lesbians online. It's recognized by governmental organizations, universities, news and entertainment publications, and gay heritage organizations.
To close out this recounting of lesbian flag history, I leave you with two of my favorite memes about lesbian flags.
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Ā¹ Despite its visual similarity to Olivia's flag from the previous year, both designers attribute this to convergent evolution and deny any claims of plagiarism.
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kermitthesog Ā· 1 year ago
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Percy Jackson character ratings
Percy: 10000/10 (I would actually die for him)
Annabeth: 9.5/10 (a little annoying sometimes but overall bbg)
Piper: 10/10 (so misunderstood but sheā€™s so nice and stuff love herĀ šŸ«¶šŸ«¶)
Jason: 100/10 (MY MAN JASON OMG RIP WE LOVE YOU)
Frank: 10/10 (heā€™s just a teddy bearĀ šŸ˜­šŸ˜­)
Hazel: 10/10 (sheā€™s so sweet)
Leo/Bad Boy Supreme: 100/10 (heā€™s the super-sized McShizzle, man!)
Reyna: 10/10 (fierce praetor man Iā€™m scared if I donā€™t give her 10Ā šŸ˜°šŸ˜°)
Nico: 10000/10 (I will sink into the ground if I donā€™t but also heā€™s my little gay boy soĀ šŸ„°)
Will: 10/10 (my little sunshine boyĀ šŸ«¶)
Grover: 10/10 (heā€™s just cute)
Bianca: 8/10 (we didnā€™t get much of her but she sacrificed herselfĀ šŸ˜©)
Zoe: 10/10 (I CAN SEE THE STARS AGAIN, MY LADY??????)
Thalia: 9.7/10 (ok pine treeĀ šŸ„°)
Silena: 10/10 (a spy but still was good in the end like Luke)
Beckendorf: 10/10 (would recommend)
Luke: 8.5/10 (he was good in the end but like Annabeth stop simpingĀ šŸ¤Ø)
Rachel: 8/10 (not my fav but sheā€™s a coolĀ artsy fartsy)
Juniper: 9/10 (not much from her but sheā€™s sweet from what I can tell)
Chiron: 7/10 (cool centaur idk tho)
Meg: 9.5/10 (a little bit annoying but kind of been through shi- and ends up being really nice to Lester)
Sally: 100000000/10 (BEST MOM EVER)
Gabe: -1000/10 (gross ratšŸŖ³šŸŖ³Ā Iā€™m glad he died)
Paul: 10/10 (best dadĀ šŸ„ŗ)
Dionysus: 11/10Ā šŸ˜ŽšŸ˜ŽĀ 
Poseidon: 8/10 (only bc dad vibes)
Athena: 3/10 (she a little annoying inĀ Mark of Athena ngl)
Hestia: 13/10
Apollo/Lester: 10000/10 (NOT GONNA GIVE EVIDENCE JUST READ TOA)
Hephaestus: 6/10 (I mean idk heā€™s ok ig)
Ares: 0/10 (abuses most of his children and is meanĀ ā˜¹ļø)
Aphrodite: 6.5/10 (yeah ok make Annabethā€™s love life ā€œinterestingā€Ā šŸ¤Ø)
Zeus: 2/10 (horny toad/ 2 only because you somehow made Jason Grace soĀ šŸ¤ØšŸ¤Ø)
Hermes: 1/10 (YOU BLAMED ANNABETH FOR LUKE YOU STUPID DOOKIE UH UH NOT A GOOD CHOICE)
Hades: 10/10 (supportive father/husband)
Tyson: 100/10 (BABY GIRL)
Mrs. Oā€™Leary: 10/10 (so sweetĀ šŸ˜˜šŸ˜˜)
Ella: 11/10
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ihaveatypeanditstrickstergods Ā· 6 months ago
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OC Smash or Pass: Kore Tsiphone
Tagged by: @yloiseconeillants (technically she tagged anyone who hadn't been tagged yet, but I fall under that umbrella, so thank you!)
Tagging: gonna spread the love and say anyone who hasn't been tagged yet but wants to do this :)
Rules: pretty self explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the ā€œotherā€ label can be used for ā€œsexuality misalignmentā€ (ie: oc is femme and youā€™re gay, vice versa or you arenā€™t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc).
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Quick Facts:
Height: smol (about 4'9" I think?)
Age: Mid-late 20's (time is a weird soup)
Pronouns: she/her
Gender: cis woman (but also angy)
Sexuality: pansexual
Pros:
Ride or die for people she cares about. Feeling down? She will drop everything to give you a hug. Need to move some boxes? She's your gal (she will put off hugs if she's holding a box). Need to bury a body? She's down. Need to make a body? Greatsword's already out, baby.
Always down for a good adventure, misadventure, or shenanigan.
Surprisingly good culinarian, will cook for you (especially if you don't mind her getting a little experimental).
Borderline encyclopedic knowledge of what there is to do for fun in any particular area. Admittedly sometimes her definition of fun is wrestling wildlife that's not particularly fond of being wrestled, but don't tell me you've never wanted to see a tiny au ra punch a bear (and more often her definition of fun is something like a kickass picnic spot or a festival or a really good place to get food).
The above said, she is conscious of what people around her are comfortable with, wants to be sure they remain comfortable, and if there is danger, she will stay between you and it as long as she is physically able.
Cons:
Flighty and allergic to one-on-one commitment. She's not looking for anything serious and probably will never be.
If you boink, you will end up with bruising or bite marks
Occasionally forgets that she has an unusually high danger threshold and needs to be reminded that not everyone is as much of a thrill seeker as she is.
Will not open up emotionally until she's at a boiling point.
Probably drinks a little too much and thinks she can hold her liquor better than she actually can.
Details:
Spent almost as much of her early life at sea as she did on land--still very comfortable around boats and a capable sailor.
Non-monogamous and prefers on-and-off flings to longer commitments.
Big fan of erotically charged sparring matches
Hilariously bad at dirty talk, her actions in bed speak a lot louder than her words. Big into battles for dominance.
Not particularly touchy but tries to maintain a similar level of physical touch and affection as what she receives from a partner.
Prefers to keep relationships private--not a fan of big public displays of affection.
Really likes being on top because looking down at people is a novel experience.
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