#and to be his own person he would gladly identify as male

[shytastemakerthing]

Hi there, can I get a Twisted Wonderland matchup for my OC (in a romantic sense)?

Name: Adriana “Addie/Ria” Jasmine Strano-García Pronouns: She/her Sexuality: Bisexual Appearance: Long and thick curly hair. Dark umber hair colour. Light brown skin (like the Scarabia Dou). Brown eyes. Hourglass figure. 5'2. Personality: She is a sassy, witty and bold former popular mean girl, who became humbled after her ex cheated on her with another girl, but still has a lot to learn in order to become a better and more balanced person. She’s also quite ambitious, analytical and a quick thinking. On the flipside, she’s secretive, cut throat, manipulative, super guarded, even to the point of hiding shit from loved ones, in her own head too much, over thinks things and has some huge himedere tendencies due to coming from a wealthy family. Hobbies: Drawing, painting, improv, photography, playing video games, streaming series, snowboarding, running and hiking What she wants in a partner: I think she ultimately wants a partner who is loyal, understanding and truly cares about her, especailly after being cheated on. She also responds to acts of service and words of affirmation the best.

Extra Facts:

Aspects of her personality are heavily inspired by the animated versions of Alice, Tiana and Princess Jasmine.

She is also inspired by Sokka (ATLA), Poppy (Wild Child) and Naofumi (ROTSH).

She’s an INTP-T and 8w7.

If she identified as male and was a mage, she would’ve been sorted into Pomefiore or Octanivelle.

Hello and thank you so much for your request! I do hope that you like it and I am so sorry for the wait!

Tw: None

I match you with..........

Jade Leech

Listen, he knows what it means to always be guarded. It is something that he clearly excels at in his day to day life, both while at home in the Coral Sea and while at NRC as the Vice Housewarden of Octavinelle Dorm. If there is anyone who understands the feeling, it's him. But that also means he knows exactly when you do start putting your guard up.

Is there a chance that you would like to join him for a hike in the mountains? The moment that he hears that you enjoy hiking, he is silently at your side (honestly, how does he do that?), and then asking if you would perhaps like to join him in the Mountain Lover's Club? He is leaving for a hike this weekend and he would love it if you would join him. He is often alone on these hikes and he would love to have a chance to share the experience with another who shares the same love for nature that he has.

Honestly, I could see him getting into photography as well. While there are some of his mushrooms that he is able to cultivate just fine, but there are others that he finds out in nature that he can't exactly just take. Whether it be because there are little of them or it's in a protected area, he will gladly take many pictures of them. He would love to see what pictures you have taken as well. Consider it a date. Come over to the lounge and he shall prepare some tea and you both can share the pictures that you have taken.

Now, as you are with Jade, you're going to see a lot of Floyd and Azul. Mostly Floyd. They're a package deal most of the time. While Floyd won't terrorize you as much as he does to other people, it's in his nature to at least poke the bear at times. It's simply one of the ways that he shows his affection and that he cares. You're with his brother, so that makes you family as well.

Jade may be a cunning man of little white lies and half-truths, but he knows when to and when not to have that persona of him, especially around you. He is someone who is understanding of what you went through in your past and how that has affected you, so he makes the truth very evident in how he is with you. You could not ask for someone more loyal than he.

Back to the photography topic, if there ever comes a time where you ask if you can take pictures of him in his true form, while he may be a bit teasing about it, he will agree. Where would you like to go? What would you like for him to do? He quite enjoys that you also love this side of him, the real him.

Overall, Jade is a loyal and devoted partner. He will make sure that you are taken care of and that you have all that you need whenever you need it. He loves that he can just be normal (well, his version of normal) while he is with you, and there is no place that he would rather be than being with you.

[rouzuchan]

"Welcome Home"

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈(𝐬): Smoky x GN!Reader (ʏᴏᴜ/ʏᴏᴜʀ) 𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff; oneshot 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: gender unspecified; reader used to be from the Nameless City; mild intimidation

Unlike the rest of the S.W.O.R.D. District, you knew this place like the back of your hand. Through the labyrinth of pipes, its breathtaking views, and even escape routes back when you were cheeky and had to resort to stealing. You shocked yourself with how you kept turning to corners and recognizing structures. 

The buzzing street lights and clanking metal didn't help your nerves. You recalled being terrified of the darkness, especially the nightlife of Nameless City. You were close to just giving out right then. Until a soft crackling and warm heat waves made you quicken your pace.

Peeking the crossroad, you were met by a familiar street. Your mouth hung slightly, a numb feeling overtook your body as you slowly walked out of the corner. Everything felt so different yet the same, the stark change was the tapered black sheet with 'Rude Boys' spray painted in white.

Your gait made it obvious how anxious and reluctant you were, tripping on your feet every second. But your eyes told a different story. Drinking in the scenery, memories of old flashed before your visions. The happiest moments, the gloomy memories, all of it. 

Ever since you got adopted, you returned to your life of minimal solitary. Spending most days alone and lonely. You never wanted to go back to that, your friends swore they wouldn't let you.

In the end, it was your decision. Declaring a promise to return matured, educated, and ready to give their everything to their family.

Suddenly, a swift movement caused you to raise your guard. The road was empty, or at least you thought it was. You swing off your backpack, clutching it towards your body.

As you retreated inside, your back collided with someone's chest. Your body unexpectedly eased, as if it recognized the warmth. But you didn't take your chances.

You rapidly turned around, doing what came naturally. 

The culprit's face was turned, his hand slowly rising to his reddened cheek. 

Oh. You slapped him.

Before you could apologize, more people suddenly spilled throughout the road, surrounding the person you hit. A tall male with tied hair, clearly angered, was about to grab your forearm. You whacked his arm away, backing to the middle. 

They were not pleased with what you did, and for a good reason. "Would you believe me if I said that was an accident?" You blurted out.

"Don't you think—!!" He was pushed away by the guy earlier, his gaze speaking volumes. It made you wanna jump out of your skin. He was the leader for sure. His scruffy brown hair almost covered his sunken yet intimidating ebony eyes. The soft light of the flames emphasized his stern features.

Was it too late to turn away? You could always book a hotel downtown. You felt guilty troubling, from what you deduced, the Rude Boys. Honestly, if they told you to piss off right now, you would gladly (but heartbrokenly) oblige.

He opened his mouth, but nothing came. His brows faintly knitted, concentrating on you. You did the same, intently staring at him, way longer than you should've.

"See? I told you living here wasn't so bad." A finger that wasn't your own pointed at the sunset. The wind brushed through your hair as you heartedly laughed. 

"Hehe, yeah you're right!"

That voice. That memory. Could it be...

"Smoky?" You blurted out, not saying that name for years felt criminal. Once you did, his expression softened into surprise. "Y/n—"

"Y/N!!"

A voice shouted from behind. You turn around to see a young woman with toasted auburn locks running towards the crowd. She stops briefly, her hand covering her slacked mouth. You meet her eyes, finally identifying her. "Lala?"

Her grin widened. Without any hesitation, she rushed to you with open arms. Wrapping them around your shoulder. "You're back!" She said, chuckling. You return her embrace, still whiplashed from the sudden affection.

"Y/n?" You both let go. Facing around, an ash blonde with a prominent mole beside his left nose stared at you in awe. You huffed, giving him a knowing smile. 

Takeshi bellowed a laugh. "Holy crap," he grabbed your face with his hand, turning your head around, shortly placing them on your shoulders. "It is you."

An arm suddenly grabbed your neck, a fist vigorously ruffling your hair. Your throat rumbled in annoyance, you knew exactly who this was. "Look at you, keeping your word. I thought you'd left us for dead!" Pi said through his teeth.

"Let go, jerk!" You successfully pried his arm off. The group was encased with delight and merriment.

Smoky couldn't move, his body all gone numb. You were back. Physically standing there with his beloved family, almost felt like a fever dream. No matter how extensively you told him otherwise, he truly believed you'd be living your best life. Did something happen? Why were you here?

He wasn't prepared for what came next. You met his stare, returning his captivated look. Jesus Christ, he felt his lungs tighten.

Your smile didn't falter as you gave him an acknowledged bow. "I'm home." 

It struck Smoky instantly. That's right. You were home.

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Welcome back."

I'm sorry, I'm too in love with this man. ( *︾▽︾) A little background story: This was actually the first draft of my HiGH&LOW fanfiction before I scratched everything and made a new plotline. I liked how it turned out so I’m gonna post this here as a oneshot. Thanks for reading, and don’t be shy to request, please :)

[colossal-fallout]

@cursedranger121​ asks;  Mikasa x Male Bodied Reader modern setting. MBR Mikasa at a party. I'll let you pick kinks used, but any possessive elements from Mikasa in it would just be *chefs kiss* perfection.

Male Reader X Mikasa Ackerman - Modern AU 

AN: Sorry if this seems a little rushed. I was half way through earlier and Tumblr decided not to save the draft. It’s not the first time it’s happened either... sigh. 

Warnings: NSFW. 18+ Orgasm denial. Smut. Alcohol consumption. Slight possessiveness. 

Your stomach flutters and churns with eagerness and excitement as you pull up to the booming house, the siren call of a night of fun and debauchery calling your name.  

As you step out of the cab, your name is already called over the music from the people spilled out onto the lawn. You turn your head to see Eren and Jean standing with a beer in hand, raising them at you in a greeting. You begin to walk towards your friends as the cab makes its way back down the long, isolated country lane. Historia’s house is ideal for parties. It’s nestled within the middle of nowhere. No one is to be disturbed and the chance of someone calling the cops for a noise complaint is minimal.  

“What took you so long?” Jean asks before putting the glass bottle to his lips.  

“Work.” You sigh, gladly taking a fresh bottle Eren hands you.

The hiss of the suds is like music to your ears as you finally get to have fun with your friends after a long week. You relish the bubbles and foam that dance on your tongue with a bitter tang, the sound of laughter from within the house already lifting your spirits to a higher place.  

Your attention is pulled when Historia calls your name in a greeting and a wave from the porch as she keeps her farmhand boyfriend company as he sparks up a cigarette.  

The three of you slink over and exchange greetings - Sasha's booming laugh ringing from somewhere inside the house.  

"Mikasa's been looking for you." Historia mutters as Jean and Eren head inside.

Your cock twitches in a hopeful flutter at those words. Your eyebrow arcs as you shrug it off casually.

You and Mikasa had been chatting over the months. You'd even went on a date which had to be cut short because work had called you in. You were sure she'd lost interest until Historia lets out a small giggle.  

"She's been looking forward to you coming."

Maybe you still do have a chance?  

Tampering down your eagerness you nod in thanks for that titbit of information as you follow your best friends into the interior of the Hallway.  

Your memories decided to remind you of the moments your eyes had accidentally rested upon her beautiful chest during a conversation or her peachy ass as you headed up the stairs on your date. Her soft skin, her scent... It drove you wild. Those sweet lips and October sky blues along with that adorable little blush she hued whenever you stared a little too long... you were more than happy to see her again.

An hour went by in the blink of an eye as you caught up with your friends and let loose. Mikasa was indeed happy to see you, greeting you with a warm hug and her smile was evident from across the room. You tried to ignore the sly nudging's from Eren’s elbow and the envious pout from Jean as you chatted with the raven-haired beauty.  

At one point, you were about to take a swig of your drink when Annie purposefully knocked herself into you, your suds soaking the front of your shirt.  

“Ah, shit.” You sigh. “What was that for?”  

“Oh, lighten up.” She beams.  

The pink hue across her cheeks showed she was either drunk or just blushing at your presence; which you seriously doubted.  

“How have you been?” She then asks casually, as if you weren’t now patting your chest dry with your hand fruitlessly.  

“Good thanks. Yourself?”  

Before she can even reply you flinch at the surprisingly soft touch of someone snaking their arm around your waist, followed by a familiar scent.  

“Hey.” Mikasa smiles, giving you a little squeeze.  

Annie’s eyes roll. “Do you mind? We’re kinda in the middle of a conversation.”  

All your mind can focus on in your touch starved state is the feeling of Mikasa’s chest pressing against your arm.  

“Yeah, I do mind.” Mikasa smiles in reply. “He’s with me tonight. Okay?”  

Annie shakes her head and walks away, muttering. “Whatever. Not worth my time anyway.”

The raven-haired beauty pushes her nose against yours, her eyes crossing as they focus on your orbs. “You’re all wet. Come on, let’s get you more comfortable.” She laces her fingers within yours before leading you up the stairs, the building still vibrating under your feet from the thumping music.  

You were expecting her to take you to the bathroom to get dried up. But she’s taken you to one of the spare bedrooms, locking the door behind you and guiding you to sit on the bed. A cool and welcomed breeze rolls over you from the open window, the light drapes floating in the updraft. You weren’t sure why you were focusing on that. Maybe you were nervous, as Mikasa begins to unbutton your wet shirt.  

“We’ll hang it to dry…” she whispers, her eyes enlarging as more of your skin becomes revealed to her. You couldn’t identify why just yet, but as her face came close to yours, all you could think about was that beautiful draft from the damn window. Your head snaps away from hers as she pushes the material down your arms.  

Your mouth becomes dry as her now heavy lidded ocean blues close the gap between you.  

“Mikasa… how much have you had to drink?” you mutter, realizing it was your conscience preventing you to enjoy the moment.  

An etch of crimson sketches across her nose as she shyly glances away. “You’re so sweet. Don’t worry. I’ve only had two drinks all night.”

Her hands then slide up your chest to your shoulders, her slender fingers brushing up and circling your back. “Don’t you want me?”  

Of course, you do.  

You gaze down into her eyes, hopeful with a bittersweet undertone of a fear of rejection. As if you would.  

“YEE YEE!”  

Your heads snap to the window as the sounds of Connie and Sasha heading out into the back yard for air carries up on the breeze above the muffled booms of the bass.  

You both let out a small laugh. You adored your crazy friends.  

Knowing she wasn’t intoxicated; your confidence returns - your hands running through her hair as you firmly pull her gaze to yours.  

“I want you too. You’re so beautiful…”  

Her blush deepens as you press your lips against hers, a small moan already emitting from her throat. By the sounds of it, she’d wanted you for a while now.  

You’re not sure how long you’d made out with her for. You’d pulled her down to lie next to you, your hands palming her breasts, her hair and shape. But however long you had been, she was a flustered mess – her hair dishevelled and face deep red as your lips trail down her neck, leaving sucks and nips, her skin darkening as you mark her.  You could tell she was becoming desperate for more as her hips begin to absent mindedly grind on your thigh, her sex desperate for some friction from you. Your own throbbing cock was an indication of your own yearning as you sit up slightly, pushing her onto her back. Your hands fumble her shirt, quickly removing it - her breasts spilling out pulling out an unintentional groan from your depths of perversion.  

“Fuck...” You gasp at the sight of her squirming under you.  

Your cock is pulsing, begging to be inside of her as you pull down her pants and sighing as the scent of her arousal rolls down with the material. Her pussy is small and pink, neat and gleaming as if weeping for you to touch it.  

Your hands harshly  

Grab the underside of her thighs, pushing her knees to her chest as you begin to sensually kiss her fluttering slit.  

“Ah~!” She gasps, her chest pushing up and her grip tightening on the sheets beneath her.  

Her taste is like copper with a nice, sweet aftertaste, your finger stroking and teasing her entrance as your tongue harshly bats against her clit. Her eyes clamp close as her entire body tenses and trembles, the ignition of your act lighting up the kerosene of her yearning for you.  

You push your finger inside of her, followed by a second before you curl them and beckon at her g-spot as she melts into the palm of your hand in gasps and moans. You can’t actually believe you finally have Mikasa like this, the most vulnerable a person could be as you massage her insides with the pads of your fingers, building her orgasm from the very foundation, each wiggle, each stroke making her more and more hysteric, your name now leaving her parted lips.  

“Do my fingers feel good inside you? Huh?” You breathe onto her slit, her head bobbing in confirmation.  

You return to her nub; flicking and licking, your pace quickening as her wetness starts to splash around onto your wrist, her insides beginning to spasm erratically.  

“Ah, I'm... going to...” She whines, almost shy and embarrassed you were about to see her come undone.  

You slow your pace to a painfully gentle rhythm. “Hold back for me baby... wait for me.”  

Her hands run through her hair as you pull out your cock that’s been begging to be freed for some time now. You grab the base of the shaft, prodding your swollen head at her hole.  

“You ready for me?” You pant.  

“Yes!” She sobs.  

With a long push, you groan loudly as her warm insides embrace your entirety. Each bump and ridge rub you in the exact right way as you slide inside, her walls assisting your movement and pulling you in as she sighs deeply, her nails digging into your arms as you hover over her.  

“Shi~~t...” You hiss. “God, you feel so good.”  

Once you’re at the hilt, you lower yourself to her neck hiding your head into the crook while you begin to slowly dip your hips in and out of her, your moans muffled as you bite and kiss her neck and earlobe whispering all sorts of things. Anything your mind musters up about her.  

“You’re so tight...”  

“Oh baby... fuck... it’s too good...”  

Each slow drag of you, her volume and desperation increase slightly, the wet sounds of her cunt sucking you and pushing you are turning you onto another level while her nails sink into your back, your name leaving her over and over.  

“Please, don’t stop...” She begs, her eyes watering from the intensity of pleasure.  

You rut a little faster, caressing her hair as your cock begins to throb with more violence, the deep feeling in your stomach telling you that your time is almost there.  

“Cum for me...” You whisper. “Let me hear that pretty moan as you cum around me...”  

“y/n... oh my god...” Her walls tighten and clamp you in place as you push her over the edge, her silent scream beyond human perception as your rhythm falters, your thick cream spilling out inside of her as you both unravel into the ether.  

[dehliman]

i would love to know your personal VT canon specifically the p.i.e stuff!!! im so interested, your art and designs that ive seen are outstanding and i find it hilarious that both of us seriously just looked at vt and went 'yup this is mine now' and SPRINTED with it. i love that everyone in one way or another, seems to be putting new life into something that holds a place in a lot of peoples hearts and i wish there were more of us

YES!! I am a huge supporter of “these characters are mine,” AND “there’s characters are yours,” IN ADDITION to, “these characters are OURS,” because they mean so much to people

So I’ll gladly give little dribbles about each of the P.I.E. members! Hopefully without doing too much.

[Uhm. Hi, I’m who is like to call “post-post” Miles here to say this was going to be a bulletin post, but turned into a brief rundown of my P.I.E. lore… so… yes]

[[HEY it’s post “post-post” Miles. This is 1,300 words excluding the foot-note. Whoops]]

Johnny “Simon Casket” Ghost was born in 1990 to Gregory and Stacie Casket. They developed DID after their mother’s death (and other… inciting traumas) forming the alters Gregory and Johnny. Simon was AFAB but he and Johnny both identify as male. Gregory prefers to ‘not identify’.

Simon was sent to live with their grandparents, but along the way was stranded in North Carolina where they were then found by an off-duty officer. They lied about where their grandparent’s apartment complex was and managed to run away until eventually being found in an abandoned house, luckily before it was to be demolished.

They were then adopted by Timothy Woods and fiancée, at the time, so technically Johnny Ghost’s legal name is Simon Woods. He insists everyone calls him, at the very least, Johnny.

He met Toast around middle school and they were close up until high school, when Toast was sent to boarding school, where they remained penpals. During Ghost’s school years alone, he would meet Katrina, and though his memories of her are very hazy he remembers she was important, just not what happened to her or why they stopped talking.

Ghost worked what jobs he could to support himself and his parents throughout his school career, keeping in mind college and his dream of being a paranormal investigator. This barely slowed down in college, where he and Toast attended the same university.

After college, Ghost and Toast officially form P.I.E. previously known as just P.I. … Ghost was ecstatic to be able to add “extraordinaire,” to their acronym.

The only members at this time were Ghost, Toast and his fiancée at the time, Mary.

~~~

Johnathan Toast and Gavin Toast were both born in 1988 to Johnathan Toast Sr. (A very funny name,) and their yet-to-be-named mother. Their father died when they were both five leaving them, their grandmother, and their mom with a newborn, Audrey.

Three years later, their mother was arrested leaving the kids with their grandmother until they were eventually separated, none of them able to keep in contact with one another until later in life. Audrey went on to become a police officer, Gavin did his best to continue his father’s research, and Toast went into paranormal investigation.

With his fiancée and best friend, the first few years were easy- as easy as ghosts and demons are. Those years had a very notable turning point when Mary died in a car accident, not long after being married to Toast. It sent a spiral through the entire organization until it very nearly fell apart. P.I.E. ended up closing up, only responding to cases that could be handled by one person without issue. Ghost had to start working more part times again while Toast did his best to keep himself and the company going.

Eventually they had to shut down completely, with Toast out of action and Ghost barely keeping himself together between taking care of his friend, working, and his own mental health. Luckily, they did manage to reopen, and Toast did heal.

He and Ghost worked together to finish the books they were writing before the “break,” adding to and outselling their previously published works. This is a very tangential point in the timeline, but I just really like to think about them both putting work behind the published books. Ghost wrote most of it and created illustrations to go with it and Toasted edited, revised, and added to it.

…

I don’t know how to say this without it being very sudden and without saying too much.

The P.I.E HQ burns down. Which sucks on its own, but sucks double hard because Toast and Ghost were literally living in their HQ in the apartment upstairs and basement.

Good news! After it burns down and they’re both thrown back into having to scrape up money to keep the business up, they end up hiring help.

With a new, smaller, office building as a constant between Ghost and Toast’s many hotel rooms before finding a shitty apartment, and the extra work they have to put in to keep things afloat, they can’t always go on missions together.

So, when Ghost was being taken to his next hunt, his all-too-friendly driver couldn’t help but notice his equipment and offer a helping hand… and Ghost couldn’t refuse, no matter how much he really earnestly wanted to, because he quite literally could not carry in his equipment alone.

What Ghost thought would just be a random dude helping set up his things turned into a very eager want to be hunter following his heels through the building until he, surprising everyone involved, was hired.

Hello, Collin!

Collin’s introduction to the team is very much the same. Ghost’s driver who was roped in to help then ended up sticking around. But they’re different because they’re actually my OC, I don’t know if you knew.

Collin Rose, born 1994, with two older siblings and one younger sister, as well as their half brother, Spencer (another story of its own…) was always skeptical of the paranormal, but it wasn’t until they were out on their own in North Carolina that they really started to invest in the idea, though never acting on it.

They offer a really fresh coat of paint, if you would, to P.I.E. bringing their own life experiences and completely different view of the world to help influence their investigating. They’re easy to teach, but still manage to get on Ghost’s nerves… which isn’t very surprising, since that is not hard.

Don’t know where else to put this, but then joining P.I.E. is what brings back the, albeit cosmetic, title of “P.I.” … which sounds exactly the same as PIE, so means nothing to anyone but the members of PIE. It’s on the badge, though!

…

Now Fred!!

Frederick “Fred,” Hart, [very surprised I don’t have a birth year for him], “Fred,” to all but his mother, who calls him “Derrick.”

Fred wasn’t raised with a particular set of spiritual world views, so he grew up as a kid wholly obsessed with the idea of ghosts just based on the fact that they’re really cool.

Of course, that kind of belief never really taught him how dangerous ghouls could really be so they’re, reasonably, afraid of actual ghosts. Still, that didn’t stop him from running straight to send in an application when he saw PIE was hiring.

He had been watching them for a while. There was a local news segment done about them years ago that Fred still has recorded somewhere. That’s what really sent him into dreaming about being just like the ghost hunters on TV.

He went into PIE with an air of idolization towards Ghost and Toast but was quickly disillusioned when he was a part of the team. Ghost was rude and Toast was different than what he imagined. Ghosts and demons were terrifying and didn’t just push glasses around and make things creak. It was disheartening until he started seeing past the crushed expectations and to how Ghost and Toast were… just some guys. He’d see Ghost sneak a few doughnuts Collin brought for everyone and he’d watch Toast spill the coffee he was trying to bring to Collin, and everything just becomes a lot more real and a lot less scary.

… and also PIE gave him the nickname Spooker, which he cherishes with everything he is. Only second to Ghost, specifically, calling him “Spooks,”

…

And then Ghost leaves without any notice.

This post is already way longer than I wanted it to be, so I’ll just say very quickly that Ghost’s “retirement arc,” happens maybe a month or two after Fred’s hiring and it causes a big shift in how PIE operates. They very nearly go under again while Toast tries to be a boss while also trying to be nice, while also doing his best to train two new hires in a dangerous field on his own, all after his best friend abandoned him. xoxo

•••

If this is incomprehensible, I’m so sorry. I really care about what I’ve made in my head and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little defense about sharing it all. But there are story arcs that tie everything together better than this post can.

Important to note that Jimmy is still a thing, I just didn’t mention him for the sake of simplicity. In my “mind place,” he is a demon that is haunting Ghost. He is NOT an alter.

Simon and Gregory, both Ghost’s actual alters, are not evil. They don’t kill, they don’t try and hurt people, they are themselves.

And, yes, the Spencer mentioned is Spencer Acachalla. His name is now Spencer Atkinson but the Atkinsons are a very different story.

If you’ve read all the way through this, I don’t know what else to say other than just thank you for indulging me in my brain circus

[curtsycream]

Studying for Midterms

Poly!TanaNoyaMoto x Non-Binary!Reader

If you’d like me to make a version that’s specific to males or females I’d gladly do so. I’m starting to use Non-Binary because that’s what I identify as! Also (F/M) and (S/M) stand for first and second major.

“Hey! Pay attention wouldya?”

Your voice rang out around the living room and your three boys started to grow distracted. It was a week before midterms and you took it into your own hands to tutor your boyfriends. Although that proved to be a tough task since their attention spans were not built for a three+ hour study session.

Which only motived you more to get them in tune with healthy study habits. As a double major in (F/M) and (S/M) you made it into a habit to study for a few hours a day to make good grades. While your boyfriends were more focused on the fun side of university.

“But it’s so hard to focus on this stuff baby,” Ryuu moaned in displeasure his head resting on the coffee table. Next to him was Yū who was balancing a pencil between his upper lip and nose. But a quick nudge from Taketora had him moving his attention back to you. It was clear that these three needed an incentive to continue studying at least for a hour more.

“How about this if you guys are able to study for at least one more hour and make good marks on your exams. I’ll do whatever you guys want for exactly 24 hours and I won’t disagree with whatever these things are.”

That immediately grabbed their attention as Taketora shot up out of his spot on the floor. As he did a celebratory dance Ryuu was repeatedly asking you if you would keep that promise. But Yū held a skeptical look on his face as his wide eyes stared into your own eyes. “This better not be a trick or I’ll be very disappointed and not invite you to my games for two months.”

Snickering at Yū claim you nod your head, “Yes I promise Ryuu and no this is not a trick Yū, now will you guys please study now?”

A unanimous “Of course” is heard among your boyfriends as they get to work studying their notes. Smiling at their dedication, although it was compelled out of them, you go back to studying yourself.

Within that hour you guys are eating snacks that Yū complained about not having. As well as spent thirty minutes of that hour explaining to Ryuu and Taketora that they could not drop a class so close to midterms. Which lead to them whining about how hard Chemistry was and that no one could understand it.

“But Kuroo is a Chem Major?” Yū tried to interject while looking through a literature book. Yet he was soon dismissed by Ryuu as he sent his friend a quick glare.

“That means nothing, a normal person can’t be that good at chemistry.”

Nodding along with Ryuu’s statement Taketora rests his head on your shoulder. As the hour slowly trickled down your seating arrangement shifted. Now you were in between Yū and Taketora with Ryuu across from you tangling his legs with yours.

Wrapping your arm around the back of Taketora’s head you rest your hand in his blonde Mohawk. His eyes closing from the gentle yet soothing tugs your fingers provided him with. It As he was drifting to sleep you glanced up at Ryuu and Yū who were bickering while pointing at a textbook. You couldn’t help but smile as they did pleased to be near the three people that made you the happiest.

“Babe is this right?”

The sound of Yū’s voice dragged you out of your thoughts as you moved your attention to his paper. Your eyes scanning the workbook problem before nodding your head. “It’s right, you’re getting really good at this subject Yū.”

Your words of praise only made him blush as he puffed out his chest confidently. “What can I say? I’m a genius after all and it helps to have a smart and beautiful girlfriend.”

Snickering at his words Ryuu raises his workbook in front of his mouth to try and conceal them. Glancing over at him Yū raises an eyebrow before sizing him up jokingly. “What’s so funny Ryuu?”

“That you’re a genius.”

Ryuu’s words caused Yū to shake him by the shoulders in mock anger. With those two continuing to roughhouse on the floor Taketora and you start to laugh.

After your study session with your boyfriends you couldn’t help but be proud when seeing them study on their own. It filled your heart with joy that they became dedicated to studying after the session. Once midterms came around you were surprised yet proud to see their names listed in the 90s on the score board.

“Wow, you guys got into the 100 percentile this time! I’m so proud of your guys!”

Soaking in the praises you sent their way they shared a look before turning to her. “We’d like to cash in our 24hrs of you doing whatever we want.” They said in unison.

This is the end of Studying for Midterms would you guys like a part two that deals with how that 24hrs went. Also if you want to request for this series or another poly ship my asks are open. I will be doing “Dyeing Noya and Yama’s hair and cutting Tanaka’s hair” next.

[yarichin-imagines]

I would love to be in a poly relationship with Jimmy and Yuri

Thank you so much for requesting! I didn’t know if you wanted a scenario or headcannons so I figured for right now, I’d do headcannons. If you want a scenario, or NSFW headcannons, let me know and I’ll gladly do them!

Poly relationship with Toru Fujisaki (Jimmy) and Ayato Yuri

So let’s start this out with how you met and got to know our good ol’ boy Yuri. It seems logical in my brain that he would be the first one you meet and actually have a friendship/relationship with between the two. Realistically, Toru would have an interest in whatever Yuri did. So if you weren’t involved with Yuri, chances are - Toru wouldn’t blink twice at you.

But any-who

Let’s sprinkle some of that fanfiction magic and say despite your gender or how you identify - you ended up at Morimori Academy. You fell from the sky like the angel you are. Or you climbed up from the depths of hell with a purpose. However you came, you ended up in the academy with your mind set on the photography club. Several of your classmates had hinted that you should join said club because its good for the entire school. 

So after joining the hot mess that is known as the photography club, you got the joy of laying eyes on the one and only Ayato Yuri. 

Your initial relationship with the pink haired sex maniac could go two ways depending on how you go about things. 

If your first response is to pull the same attitude as our lovely protagonist Toono, Yuri might find you interesting for only a small amount of time. If you don’t have much of an interest doing the horizontal tango, chances are that it might be a little difficult to form a bond with Yuri right off the bat. But if you’re resilient enough, and take time out of your day to hang out with him, he could grow attached to you very quickly.

Now let’s say you’re like me and would be an absolute HOE in this universe, Yuri would be itching to have a go with you. Your bond would be formed with the base being sex. And if you’re a switch, Yuri is gonna be star struck. In my opinion - it would be easier to form a bond with him this way because it’s an area of common ground while mixed with the chemicals that are released in your brain during sex. It makes him think about you in a very warm hearted way.

He finds himself wanting you to stay longer after each encounter the two of you have. You’d slide out of bed or off of any surface he decided was suitable for that tryst and begin to put your clothes on. And before you knew what was happening, he would be pulling you back to him and keep you by his side until he decides that the two of you probably need some kind of sustenance. 

You would know he was getting a soft spot for you if he began to appear more and more in the hours of your day to day life. Grabbing lunch in the cafeteria? He’s suddenly by your side probably stealing your dessert. Leaving your last class of the day? He’d already be outside, ready for a round in the sheets. 

The thing that would seal the deal for him and how he feels about you would be after you had a particularly rough session with another guy. You would be feeling pretty low since aftercare isn’t a thing of this universe apparently and your first thought would be to go to Yuri. Depending on what time of the day it is, you’d most likely find him in his room.

When he opens the door and sees you standing there covered in red marks with tears in your eyes, he would connect the dots pretty fast. We love our smart boy. 

I feel like he’d take a shower with you and wash you off. It’s his way of saying that whoever touched you - they are no longer on your skin. With Yuri, he shows he cares more than he tells you. He’s not quite good with words. He’d use his shower products and run the suds over every mark on your skin. He’d definitely was your hair too. 

Afterwards, he’d take you back to his dorm and bundle you up under his covers and watch your favorite movie with you on his phone. Of course you’d hardly be able to focus when he’s always leaning over begging for kisses.

But after you went to sleep, I definitely think he’d stare at you - his mind racing. I think it’s hard for Yuri to put things together (outside of schoolwork) so his mind would be racing all night with different thoughts. But in the end, I think he’d whisper in your ear as you slept that he would continue to protect you.

The next morning, you’d probably wake up alone. He doesn’t tend to sleep much or when he does, he’s a restless sleeper. So he’d most likely wake up long before you. 

But - as you’re getting dressed, you’d find one of his rings placed perfectly on one of your fingers. Now it’s your turn to connect the dots. I absolutely do not think Yuri would come right out and confess and ask you to date him. I don’t even think the two of you would have a basic run-of-the-mill relationship. I think the closest thing to what the two of you would have is on open relationship?

Yuri tends to do his own thing and he would expect you to do the same. Continue to be a hoe, he’d like that. But!! You’d be the only person that would be allowed to see him vulnerable or to sleep with him in his bed. That is something he would keep between the two of you.

Now when Toru comes into the picture, things would shift drastically. Initially, he would only find an interest in Yuri. If we continue down the plot of the manga, Yuri would still save him from the rooftop that fateful day. So of course Toru would take a liking to him.

From his stalking ways, he would soon find out that you were the only person going into Yuri’s room each and every night. That is what stirs the burning feeling of jealousy inside him. He wanted to be in your shoes. He wanted to be that close to Yuri.

One day after sneaking into Yuri’s room, he’d stay in there long enough to hear your giggles as Yuri pulls you into his room after dinner. He’d be the one to witness how Yuri let you take out his piercings to soak them in cleaner or how he would let you paint his nails. And from his place under the bed, he’d finally realize that whatever the two of you had, it was pure. 

When he saw how you’d take care of Yuri - physically as well as mentally and emotionally - that is when he started to look at you differently as well. Toru knows that he is not in the right head space and a small part of him starts to crave the warmth and affection that you give Yuri.

That is how his obsession with you began.

Yuri, being the smart cookie that he is, he would catch on very quickly to how Toru’s eyes drifted over you every time Yuri would look his way. And while many guys looked at you throughout the day, there was something different in Toru’s gaze. A longing that no other guy had.

Soon after Yuri began bumping uglies with Toru, he would begin to form a plan. If the way the other male stared at you had anything to do with how he felt, Yuri was going to sniff out whatever it was that Toru was feeling.

Yuri would definitely feel a little protective at first. He cares for you deeply and would not want anything to happen to you at the hands of Toru. 

But when he finds himself also starting to care for the blushing man, he would feel conflicted. All his plans would quickly fall apart as a sense of fear and paranoia filled his mind. It is never in his intentions to hurt you and he feels that Toru having a place in his heart would really bring you down. He knows that you are okay with all of his other sexual escapades simply because you know Yuri does not care for them. But sleeping with Toru while he has feelings for him - Yuri would view that as betraying you in a way.

But you on the other hand - had taken an interest in Toru as well.

His heart almost stopped when he joined you for lunch one day and found you laughing and talking with Toru. When he sat down, you turned to him and almost out of the blue - you asked him if the dark haired male could join you in the bedroom one night. When Yuri nodded, you simply cheered and went back to talking to Toru.

After several interesting nights with the two of them, you could see how Yuri reacted to the other male. It was almost how he started with you. You knew that Yuri would never purposely hurt you. But you could also see what drew Yuri to him in the first place. Toru was a shy boy, never really knowing how to voice his emotions without crying. You felt the pull towards him as well in terms of wanting to care for him. And the sex was always great - that was a bonus.

The more you watched the two of them interact - the more your heart warmed. There was no way you could split them apart. When you entered Yuri’s dorm one night to find him putting Toru in a chokehold with his thighs - simply because Toru wouldn’t let Yuri pierce his ears. And with that, your decision was final.

After an intense round one night, you lay snuggled between the two as you all attempted to catch your breath. There was such a serene quiet over the room that you figured now would be the best time to confront the two about their feelings. So as you played with Toru’s hair as he rested his head on your chest, you craned your neck to look at Yuri where he lay spread out towards the end of bed - his head on your thigh. 

When you confess to knowing about how they feel about each other, both of them would suddenly be on high alert. Yuri would be scared that you were about to leave him and Toru was scared that he might get his ass beat. But when you confess that you like the both of them too and wanted to stay like this with them for a while, they both would look at each other before smiling widely.

It feels good to be accepted for who you are and what you love so when you validate their feelings, they will be on cloud nine.

And tbh, the three of you would be the school power poly couple. I don’t think anyone would mess with you considering Toru would literally fly out of nowhere - ready to beat some ass for you. And Yuri would be the life of the relationship, never letting there be a dull moment.

And now I am going to go cry in the corner because I know I will never get this. Ever.

I hope you enjoyed! I got really caught up in how the relationship came to be and not enough on the dating aspects if the three of you were already together. So if you want a continuation, do not hesitate to send a request in!

- Admin Pinky

[newie-chew]

%Reminiscence%

[part 1]

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“Jae! slow down!”

i panted as i chase after the male student wearing his mint hoodie over his school uniform. the student look behind him seeing y/n catching up to him with a bright smile on her face.

“why are you walking so fast? my god i’m out of breath” i stop in my track after catching up to him while taking a deep breathe.

“you’re just slow with those short legs” Jaehyun snicker looking at me from head to toe. i gave him a hit on his shoulder that requires me to jump in order to reach his shoulders. i pouted at his comment and crossed my arms.

“by the way, i bought the same hoodie as you if you hadn’t noticed by now” i showed off the hoodie that i’ve just bought as Jaehyun smiled shaking his head with his dimple visibly showing. he then proceeded to put on the hood of my hoodie as we walked to school together.

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As i walked towards the main entrance of the new campus i was assigned to, the ambience of the place made me nervous somehow. the university was extremely huge which i bet could contain around 20k students or more if possible. as i got into the main office building, i did some paperwork at the registration counter and was given a pass for me to enter different buildings in the campus. carrying my luggage out of my car boot with my parents helping me surely gave me more time to tour the campus by myself. mom insisted to decorate my dorm and dad wanted to lend a helping hand which got the weight off my shoulder as i get to enjoy the breeze of spring. mom stopped me at the door of my dorm and put on a knit black cardigan over my thin layer of white t-shirt. while walking around campus i met with a guy that looks familiar...is it who i think it is? i approach the man quietly from behind about to tap his shoulder.

“Taeyong?” i tap the strangers broad back as i tried to peek at his side features to identify the person.

“Y/n? Hey! you finally came took you so long huh” he acknowledged my presence and engulf me in a big hug which i gladly accepted embracing in his warmth which soothes my serotonin and made my nervousness in being at a new environment vanished.

Taeyong went back to his friends to spare him sometime today to bring me for a tour around the campus. his friends waved me goodbye as i bowed to them to show respect.

“so how was settling in the dorm? oh before that which hall are you staying in?” he cut himself off to ask another question.

“i stayed at the JackBlue Hall, mom and dad is in my dorm setting my stuff up”

Its been long since Taeyong and i have had our last conversation it was because of the frequent moving of places my family had to go through because of dad’s work. but fortunately, the moving of house wouldn’t be much of a trouble for me now as i have a home to come to after school. the thought of not moving to different places in the city sends me a deep relief. i’m glad i atleast know someone in the campus and for it to be Taeyong would be an ultimate blessing. he has been that cheeky but discipline student ever since our middle school days.

“anddd right here is where your favourite spot would be....the rooftop” taeyong face his back at the door as he look at me and slowly opening the door behind him. the rooftop was decorated with fairy lights and the school’s logo banner it was also sheltered with a panelled glass withstanding itself on a wooden material. there were even benches with tables for students to sit and chit chat.

“wahhh-“ “shhh...not many new students or transfer students knows about this place so keep it down if you don’t want your favourite spot to be cramp” he whispered as he put a finger on my lips to cut me off from my excitement.

“lastly over here, there’s a bbq griller which of course you gotta buy your own charcoal to make it work” he explained briefly which he knows made me smile eagerly.

After awhile of catching up with each other the sunsets, Taeyong brought me back to my dorm greeting my parents on the way out. he then left to go back to his dorm which was surprisingly close to where my hall was located at. i laid on the bed after getting out of the shower, ready to begin my first day in class tomorrow.

[soulmate-game]

It had been a trip to Metropolis. Why would Francois-Dupoint go to Gotham, a crime-ridden city crawling with danger and supervillains, vigilantes that toed the line of being bad influences, and a really high chance of lawsuit, when they could go to the city of Superman himself?

Exactly. No good reason.

At least, that was what they all thought. Marinette’s parents even volunteered to chaperone, deciding that they could survive shutting the bakery down for one week. Marinette had helped raise enough money for the trip that the school could compensate them a bit for their time, and their food, hotel, and plane were all paid for. It was supposed to be a great trip. One to remember. And yeah, Marinette would never forget that vacation.

Because she stood with the rest of her class, watching smoke and dust rise off of the pile of rubble that just dropped on top of her parents. The fight was over. Marinette couldn’t even remember who it was. But even with his son by his side, Superman and Superboy couldn’t save everyone. Nobody could. It was asking too much, to expect any one or two heroes to save everyone when an entire city was being attacked and buildings reduced to rubble.

But that wouldn’t soothe the sight of blood creeping out of the rocks.

That wouldn’t soothe the scrapes on Marinette’s knees when she dropped to the ground.

It wouldn’t smother the sound of her agonized cries.

It wouldn’t heal the burns and scrapes and bruises, the chipped fingernails and bleeding fingertips that Marinette gave herself as she tried desperately, sight blurry through tears, to lift each and every piece of still-hot concrete off, shove it to the side, in an attempt to unearth them. They could still be alive, right? Right?

The fact that she was shoveling what amounted to pebbles off of a hill of rubble argued with her. No. No, they weren’t.

It wasn’t until gentle, but unyieldingly strong hands clasped hers, making them still.

“You’re hurting yourself,” that soft, deep voice came from whoever owned the foreign hands, but she didn’t have the mental strength to look up and identify them. Instead, she resorted to kicking rubble away. The voice sighed. “Back up. I can help. Okay? Will you let me help?”

It had been so long, Marinette furrowed her eyebrows. When was the last time someone had actually asked her that question? When was the last time someone ever offered her help? Legitimate help, not just something superficial.

She couldn’t remember. How should she respond?

Marinette’s tongue darted out, wetting her dusty lips. Her deep breath came in with a disconcerting rattle. Somehow, she managed to nod. The foreign hands loosened slightly.

“Okay. Good—“

“I can’t stop,” Marinette finally managed to choke out. “I can’t— I need to—“

“I know,” the voice said again, endlessly patient. Endlessly understanding. “But you’re hurting yourself, so put these on first. Then you can keep digging.”

With his help—yes, him. She vaguely managed to pin down that the voice was male— she was able to slip on thick gloves. They were several sizes too big, probably belonged to one of the firefighters nearby, her mind numbly supplied. She didn’t care. As soon as they were on, she dropped down and began to dig again. The man who had offered to help did just that, moving just a foot or two away and lifting up impossibly large chunks of concrete before placing them down gently in an open area.

With his help, they were uncovered. They were carried away, under blankets, as best as they could be. Marinette saw none of it. Hands covered her eyes, younger than the voice-man’s hands but almost as strong. The only thing she saw was whatever was left once most of them was taken away. Later, she would thank him. But in the moment she was furious.

“I’m not a baby!” She growled at him, her voice lower and scratchier than usual because of all the smoke and dust clogging her throat. “I need to look at them! I need to remember!”

“Not like this,” the new voice said. When he removed his hands, Marinette saw Superboy. He was probably just about her age, but that offered little comfort for her. At least his eyes were understanding, calm, and empathetic. “You don’t need to see them like this. Remember them like they were, not how they ended,” the young hero advised gently, keeping a respectable distance between them now that he was no longer covering her eyes. He wasn’t even floating, staying on solid ground to stay closer to her eye level. “Today will be hard enough on your mind as it is. You don’t need to make this more painful than it is.”

Marinette could only bite her lip at that, her shoulders trembling. Is this what it took to have someone worry about her? To have people realize that she wasn’t superhuman, that she wasn’t infallible or mentally indestructible? Is this what it took, to finally have people try to help and care for her?

Because if it was, she would gladly deal with Lila Rossi and be held to far too high a standard for the rest of her life. She would rather suffer quietly for decades with that much more gentle pain than deal with this agony right now.

She finally let the tears fall, but they were mostly silent. Only hiccups and gasps for air added sound to her sobs. Superboy gently removed her hands from her arms before she could draw blood on herself, and when she lunged into the touch he drew her into the hug she clearly needed. When she pretty much collapsed into his hold, getting snot and tears over the symbol on his chest, he said nothing. He just held her and shared a glance over her shoulder with his father.

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Lois Lane was an investigative reporter. And when her husband and son asked her to make sure the girl they had sat with for hours after the latest attack on their city would be taken care of, she did not cut corners in her research. What she came up with was less than reassuring.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng. With her parents gone, she didn’t have much in the way of possible guardians. Her paternal grandfather was dead, just a few months earlier of old age. Her paternal grandmother Gina was consumed with wanderlust, not very responsible and not likely to be able to win custody. Even if she did, Lois doubted Marinette would do well in such an unstable, constantly moving lifestyle. Some people would, but Marinette was much like her son from what she gathered from her investigation. She would need stability before anything else. There was her Uncle from her mom’s side of the family, but he only spoke Mandarin so the language barrier was not promising either. The last thing Marinette needed was pressure to learn a new language. If she hyper focused on anything to deal with her grief, it should at least be something she chose on her own. Lastly there was her maternal grandmother, but she had gotten in an accident and passed away almost two years prior.

Luckily, Lois Lane was also a woman of extreme, if mostly secret, political power. She knew several billionaires with political sway, international superheroes, and politicians. Also, not that she would ever tell her husband, but she might have squared away some blackmail and favors that she might cash in with some folks in the legal system if it decided to fight her on her new personal mission.

Nobody got in the way of Lois Lane and lasted long.

But first, she ran her idea past her family. It wouldn’t do any good if they didn’t agree with her, after all. Luckily enough, her offer seemed to be exactly what they had hoped for. Apparently Marinette was the type that was easy to get attached to.

And that was how, after twelve hours of intense phone-call sessions and very, very many in depth discussions, arguments, debates, bargains, and subtle manipulation, Marinette Dupain-Cheng ended up in the temporary custody of the Kent family.

The process itself was extremely complicated and in normal circumstances would have taken anywhere from days to months to complete, but as mentioned before Lois Lane is a secret political superpower in and of herself.

Officially, Marinette’s grandmother Gina assumed custody. Unofficially, her grandmother had plans to enroll her in school abroad in, you guessed it, Metropolis, so that she wouldn’t have to deal with the melancholy memories that Paris would supply her. In doing so, she contacted the Kent’s who were apparently old family friends and asked them to take her granddaughter in for the time being. She was oh so busy traveling the world, after all. And that’s no life for a teenager recovering from grief.

After two weeks to allow Marinette to go back to Paris for the funeral, pack up her things and say goodbye to her friends, she ended up on the Kents’ doorstep with her grandmother by her side. Any attempts to get more information out of the old woman were futile, she refused to say a word on why nobody had mentioned these “family friends” before.

(Lois figured out fairly quickly that Gina Dupain was not somebody to take lightly. The fact that Gina answered the phone thinking that Red Hood was calling was a giant tip off. Lois was pretty sure that Gina knew damn well who her son and husband were, but wasn’t saying anything about it. It really was a shame that she wasn’t exactly prime parenting material at the moment.)

Lois and Clark opened the door together, having been double and triple checking that everything was set up and ready for their new addition. Sure, Marinette wasn’t being adopted or even officially fostered by them, but they would still treat her like a Kent.

“Marinette, hi,” Clark greeted, smiling warmly down at the short girl. “I’m Clark, and this is my wife Lois. If you need absolutely anything, don’t be afraid to ask. Okay?”

The small girl nodded, her hair flopping behind her a bit. Normally she would have it held back in pigtails, but she just didn’t have the energy for that anymore. Maybe she would regain it one day. With that, Gina and Marinette said their goodbyes and she started her life with the Kents.

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It took a while. Luckily the trip to metropolis had already been in the early summer, so Marinette could be excused for the last few weeks of the school term and relax over summer before being forced back into society. Her grades at Francois-Dupoint were finalized, Marinette doing all the extra work during her two weeks in France for the funeral. She had been told it wasn’t necessary and that she could take her time with it but, as the Kents soon learned, Marinette hated being idle.

But even though Marinette was nowhere near healed, it only took a week for her to warm up to the youngest Kent. Jon was a very much welcome presence in her new life. Just about her age, he was always patient with her and never pried for information or asked about why she occasionally couldn’t bring herself to talk. Words just failed her sometimes, she couldn’t get her throat to work. Something would remind her of her parents, or that day, and she would just feel the dust in her throat again and the blisters on her palms and she just couldn’t say a word.

All three of the Kents helped her through these episodes as best as they could, but Jon always stayed close by so she could tug him into a hug when she was ready. As a very tactile person, she really appreciated that.

And somehow he and Clark, despite being very awkward and physically unsure of themselves on the surface, gave the best hugs.

But, even though Jon and Clark had resigned themselves to being slightly more on-guard about their identities than they usually would be at home, they hadn’t quite anticipated just how hard it would be to keep a secret identity. Not necessarily from Marinette, since the girl spent most of her time out in their backyard or in her room, or occasionally going out for short visits to the city with Jon. No, it was the other way around.

Because of course Marinette couldn’t just give up being Ladybug and the Grand Guardian. Fu wasn’t there to take over for her anymore, so she took it upon herself to watch over Paris twice as vigorously. Mostly through keeping an eye on news channels and texts with her friends, general media stuff. She didn’t want to tire Kaalki out.

And this was how, two months after Marinette started living with the Kents, she walked through a portal into her room and was met with Clark and Jon staring right at her. The elder Kent had his arms crossed, posture oddly confident for the man she had come to know, and one eyebrow raised. Jon looked like his smile was about to rip his face in half, and he was bouncing a bit on his heels. Even then, though, Marinette could pick out the slight worry in his blue eyes. In both of theirs.

She immediately jumped backwards and closed the portal. Trapping herself back in Paris.

And instantly crumpling down to moan in despair on top of a random Parisian rooftop.

She was sitting on the very top of the Eiffel Tower when Superman and Superboy found her, and it didn’t take much for her to guess that they had flown straight over from metropolis. Stupid super-speed flight. She drew her legs to her chest, resting her chin on her knees as they floated to her side of her patiently. She had long since separated Kaalki, and sat in just her Ladybug costume.

“I knew Lois could contact you guys, but this is a bit too quick even for you don’t you think?” Ladybug drawled monotonously, looking over at both of the heroes dryly. Now that she was mostly of sound mind and not in the middle of a traumatic situation, she was able to make connections she couldn’t before. She was able to actually observe their faces, whereas before she hadn’t really been in the right mind frame to really commit anything about them to memory. But now?

Ohhh, she knew those faces.

Marinette’s eyebrow twitched as she did a double-take, followed closely by a deep breath. Maybe the glasses and, for Jon, baseball cap, would be a good enough disguise for most people. Especially when combined with the frankly impressive body acting they both pulled off on an apparently daily basis, they felt like totally different people in and out of the suits even if they looked the same.

But Marinette was not a normal person. She was a designer, she had a very critical eye, and she had just spent the better part of the last two months living in the same house as these two. And now she realized that they severely toned down the body acting and general “disguise” of their civilian selves when they were at home rather than outside. She had shrugged it off as them simply relaxing at home and, while she was right, it wasn’t until this moment that she put everything together.

“No masks, seriously? Some day, someone with eyes as good as mine is gonna figure you guys out,” she told them blandly, earning shocked blinks followed quickly by soft grins.

“I would normally sit down next to you at this point, but you haven’t exactly left us any space,” Superman— Clark, Marinette reminded herself— joked lightly. Marinette looked down to the small tip of the Eiffel Tower and back up to him, pointedly raising both eyebrows. Jon giggled.

Rolling her eyes and fighting a smile, Ladybug stood up without any apparently care about her footing. Somehow, balance seemed to just come naturally to her. It was so different from the usual Marinette that Clark and Jon had seen literally walk into a wall on multiple occasions that they had to grin. Seems like she fit right in on their acts-clumsy-and-awkward-but-isn’t trope.

(No, they later realized, that was completely Marinette. Ladybug just brought out a different side of her, but the awkwardness was still there. Just better hidden.)

“I was kinda trying to stay somewhere that nobody else could join me on purpose. You know, I was a little busy catastrophizing about you guys wanting to get rid of me now.”

“What?!” Jon asked, horrified. “No way! Even if we were normal, we wouldn’t just toss you away because we found out you’re a hero. That just— do you honestly think we would do that?”

“No,” she admitted softly, crossing her arms and sighing as she looked down over Paris. Over her city. It was a bittersweet view nowadays. “No, but I always freak out over things like that pretty easily. I’ve had people leave me over less. Sometimes it’s hard to convince myself that anyone else will be different.”

“Marinette—“

“Ladybug, actually,” she corrected with a small smile. “Don’t wanna slip up here. You never know who’s listening.”

Clark blinked, needing a moment to let that sink in before forcing himself to continue. “Ladybug, then,” he paused to gently lay a hand on her shoulder, forcing her to meet his gaze. As always it was soft. Patient. Just like his voice had been that fateful day. And, oh, there were the memories. They had both been there, helped her, and they stuck with her. Even though it hadn’t been their fault, even though they could have easily stepped back and let her deal with own problems and who had her custody on her own, they didn’t. She would have blamed them if they did, who was she to expect heroes to care about her like she was their child? That would be horrendously selfish of her. They saved hundreds of people every week.

And yet here they were, treating her like family.

And there was the phantom dust, clogging her throat. Strangling her words. She opened and closed her mouth, but nothing came out. Clark understood, he always understood, and his grip just tightened slightly. It tethered her.

“Ladybug,” he repeated even more softly. “We are not going to toss you out. Not for something like this, not for anything. You’re family now. You might not have the Kent name, you might not be kryptonian, but you’re one of us. Lois understands. Heaven knows she’s put up with both of us long enough, one more hero in the family is probably not that surprising. I just hope that… that you knowing doesn’t—“

“I don’t blame you,” there we go, her voice finally decided to work again. It came out a little hoarse, so she cleared her throat and started again. “I don’t blame you. I never did. It’s stupid, blaming a hero for things that never would have happened if the villain hadn’t attacked in the first place,” she told them, ripping her gaze away from his to trace over Paris again. “Maybe it’s because I understand that not everyone can be saved. I get it. But I never blamed you. I was actually grateful from the very beginning. You helped me dig them out even though you very well could have just carried me to the sidelines and stopped me from digging at all. And you, Jon, you didn’t complain once when I pretty much tackled you in a hug. You both sat with me as the paramedics looked me over. You didn’t leave until you were sure I was back in my hotel and in good hands. You never got impatient with me. That’s more than I could have asked for,” suddenly her mask was wet, and she roughly swiped away the tears that had leaked from her eyes. “You guys being Superman and Superboy isn’t going to make me treat you differently. It’s… actually nice. Not having to hide anymore, I mean.”

Jon grinned and flew over, enveloping her in a tight hug. Ladybug only chuckled and returned it, never once faltering in her balance. “I know exactly what you mean!” He said happily, making Ladybug laugh even more. It quickly devolved into Jon having to compensate for Ladybug’s balance, since she was suddenly leaning all her weight on him as she laughed her little heart out and no longer seemed to care about her balance at all. Not that it mattered much, Jon was more than capable of keeping her safe at close range like this, but it was cute to see. And for Clark? It was really relieving to see the girl he had come to think of as a daughter laughing so genuinely for the first time. Not a chuckle, or a soft huff of amusement, a full blown belly laugh.

It was amazing.

“Come on. I think you have some explaining to do, if you are comfortable with it anyway. Do you want to fly back, or portal back?” He asked, tilting his head slightly. He wouldn’t force Marinette to use her powers, but he would be lying if he said he wasn’t curious about them. Marinette straightened up, easily regaining her balance on the pointed tip of the tower beneath her, and slipping on a pair of glasses that she pulled… out of her yo-yo?

Wait, why was a yo-yo on her hip her only weapon? Maybe Clark should look into the Paris situation a bit more in-depth. He was clearly missing a lot, and none of what he was seeing was necessarily filling him with joy and confidence. Maybe Marinette could help soothe his worries later, if she decided to explain her abilities to them.

One transformation and a portal later, and all three of them stepped back into Marinette’s room. And when the portal closed and Marinette let down all her transformations, she took a deep breath and looked around. At both men in the room with her. At her bed and all her belongings. At the way this space has become her own. It felt nice. Warm. Welcoming, familiar.

Home.

It felt like home.

And Marinette’s smile hadn’t been quite so wide since before that infamous Metropolis trip.

Part 2

Yes, Lois kept her last name when she married Clark. I just like alliteration, okay? Besides, my story my rules lol :P

[citrus-lady]

Agni Headcanons That No One Asked For But Everyone Will Get Because This Man Needs More Love.

As usual 18+ with nsfw elements. Minors cover your pure eyes. No one asked for this but I just love this man so much I would risk it all for him.

Agni is so loyal and respectful and would rather claw his own eyes out than hurt/ upset or disrespect his s/o in any way.

Agni is the definition of devoted, caring, and passionate. All he wants to do is take care of his s/o and make them as happy as they make him.

He is a gentleman and proves that chivalry is not dead. He opens doors for you, helps you downstairs and out of carriages, carries you when your feet are tired. Part of this is because he spends so much time in butler mode it can be hard to come out of it sometimes but he also does it because he believes that is genuinely how you treat your s/o.

Agni is protective. Not in an overbearing sense or like he doesn’t believe that you can take care of yourself, but more like “ If you’re doing this dangerous thing then I will be with you the entire way”. If you work early in the morning or late at night he will walk you to and from work. If you are cooking and need something cut or something from the tall shelf he’ll help you. That sort of thing.

If you’re being attacked you can be damn sure that he is not going to stand by and let you be hurt. This man would literally die protecting you.

This protectiveness also extends to when you’re sick. As we see in Book of Circus both Agni and Soma take physical health very seriously and believe you should take care of/pamper those you care about when they fall ill. So you can expect curry and soup in bed, massages, couple baths, cuddling, and he’ll even tell you stories/ read to you in bed.

This man loves taking baths together. Not in a sexy way though. Don’t get me wrong, he finds you gorgeous, but in his mind bath time is a time to relax and be intimate. He likes to wash your hair and body and likes it when you do the same. He feels truly at peace when you are just relaxing between his legs with your back against his chest, just soaking in the warm water. That being said, if you did want to get a little frisky in the tub he wouldn’t be opposed.

This protectiveness would only double if you were to become pregnant with his child. BTW he would literally cry if he found out you were carying  his child.

Soma absolutely adores you as well. Not only do you make Agni happy but he sees you in a motherly/sisterly way as well. I feel like in order for Agni to love someone Soma would also have to like them.

Soma knows that quality time is important in a relationship. After all, he and Agni spend every day together and look at how strong their relationship is. Because of this Soma tries to give Agni more time off to be with you. Soma might even invite you to work for him as a maid or tutor or something so that you and Agni can spend more time together. This also gives you a reason to move into Ciel’s townhouse with them and takes some of the workload off of Agni. If they were to go back to India then you bet your sweet ass you are going too.

Since Agni is one of Sebastian’s few ‘friends’ Sebastian is very happy that you make Agni happy. Sebastian respects you not only for who you are but because he respects Agni and obviously there is something special about you if you were able to capture his heart.

Ciel also respects you and is happy for Agni but less so than Sebastian. Ciel is just glad that Soma has someone else to pester now.

Agni would cook and clean for you gladly and he is an amazing cook, even up there with Sebastian. He would be really happy if you asked him to make curry for you, especially if you liked it a lot. Agni would also want to learn how to make dishes from your culture.

Agni learned how to dance for you. When you, Soma, and he were invited to one of the Phantomhive’s balls he asked Sebastian to teach him so that he could dance with you. He had noticed at prior parties how much you had wanted to dance and wanted to learn for you. It was actually really cute and funny because he had to use Mey-rin as a stand-in for you. At first, he was reluctant to do so because you’re his one and only of course, but Sebastian convinced him that A) a dance doesn’t really count as cheating and B) this was the only way he could learn as everyone else in the mansion was male ( I’m sorry if your a reader who identifies as male! Just ignore that part if you are). Later that night he surprised you by asking you to dance and proceeding to waltz you around the room!

Lizzie thinks you are a really cute couple and beforehand she was helping you get ready in a guest room. She positively squealed when she saw you two dancing and then proceeded to try and convince Ciel to dance with her, which he reluctantly did.

If you wanted to dance with Soma, Sebastian, or anyone else that he knows and trusts he would be fine with that but he would not like it if you danced with anyone he didn’t know. He doesn’t trust the person’s intentions. In his mind, almost everyone is after you because he just thinks you’re so great and anyone who doesn’t also think so must be a fool.

This man is a giver, not only in bed but in life too. His main goal in life is to take care of those he cares about and make them happy. He is so loyal and supportive. Honestly would be a great dad. I think as a dad he would be protective without being super strict. Also, he does not believe in spanking his children.

Like I said before, this man is a giver in bed. In his mind, your pleasure comes first and foremost and his pleasure is derived from yours.

He’s going to worship your body and he absolutely dies inside when you return even a fraction of the favor. His natural pace is a slower, deeper, gentler pace but honestly, he’s going to do whatever his partner wants. This man is just so passionate. Not to mention how strong he is and how much stamina he has. He will go as long as you want and as many times as you want. I would sell my soul to Sebastian to see this man in the nude.

This man will give you oral. He will literally spend so long doing it too. You’re going to have at least one orgasm before he even gets to the main course. The king of soft and loving caresses. Caresses your thighs, legs, shoulders, ( breasts if you have them). He also likes kissing your lips and neck while doing the deed.

Is so romantic. Will plan things like romantic picnics and dinners and will set the mood with flower petals and scented candles/incense. He just wants you to know how much he loves you.

Will also do small, casual dates as well. Cooking dates, grocery shopping dates, strolls through the garden, or around town.

I picture him with a kind and compassionate someone. I think his s/o is more down to earth and chill. I can’t really see him with someone particularly childish or hyperactive. I think he gets enough of that from Soma and although he cares deeply for Soma, it can be a bit draining at the end of the day. Plus if his s/o was closer to Soma’s age he might feel a little weird about the age difference. ( Agni is 31 and Soma is 17). Not to say that his s/o isn’t energetic or that he wouldn’t date a younger s/o, but I feel like they are more mature behavior-wise.

Agni would also be really great at handling an s/o with mental health issues or that has a traumatic past/ has been through something traumatic. His patience and understanding mixed with his compassion, caring, loyalty and love would make him an excellent listener and healer.

This man smells like spices and Indian tea. He would also let you braid his long section of hair. This man also radiates heat like a furnace.

[pumpkinparade]

Palpatine, Obi-wan, and tea

So, this is a very stupid idea, but I needed to get it out of my head before I did something extreme like writing fanfic. As a heads up, I've used real-world meanings for various details since there presumably isn't a Star Wars equivalent.

The story begins when Anakin is late for a social engagement. Both Palpatine and Obi-wan are anticipating his appearance. The Sith lord presents a kindly and patient front but fumes at this egregious waste of his time internally while the Jedi pushes his dissatisfaction into the force. He disapproves of the Chancellor, but his former padawan's discourtesy is off-putting. The fact that he has put the Chancellor of the Republic on hold merely aggravated the situation.

The Jedi informs the politician that Skywalker should arrive shortly. He doesn't. The chosen one is with Padmé at present and has forgotten he's meant to be elsewhere. Kenobi ultimately invites Palpatine to offers him some tea aboard his ship while they delay action until Anakin materializes.

Normally, Jedi eschew worldly possessions, but Kenobi owns an old miniature tea set that once belonged to Qui Gon. His tea supplies are generally supplied by colleagues who offer him the leaves when he's not on Coruscant. The ship is equipped with an electric tea kettle and a portable Hot Plate for cooking. He goes about preparing Green tea for both of them when he remembers the Sencha, while excellent in quality, has since gone somewhat stale. It hasn't gone bad, but it has lost some of its fresh flavours.

Jedi are practical(in theory), and tea can be costly.

Lower-income individuals in certain Asian countries have roasted stale green tea to enhance the taste. As this is an accepted practice, he takes the loose leaf tea in his possession, grounds, roasts, and serves it with minimal preamble. Palpatine debates whether or he'll actually drink peasant tea. When Anakin appears, apologizing profusely for the delay before noticing his ex-teacher has brewed tea and claims a cup for himself, supplementing copious amounts of sugar. On Skywalker's recommendation, the Sith decides to take a chance. It's not bad, so he compliments it. The evening wraps up without an event. http://mattchasblog.blogspot.com/2012/05/experiments-with-re-roasting-stale.html?m=1

Later on, the bureaucrat invites the Jedi to attend a senate afternoon tea party. It's an opulent affair. Flowering (Gyokuro) tea with Jasmine flowers bloomed within transparent glass teapots sat next to elegantly designed tiered trays. On hundreds of tables, they rested; the flat surfaces were loaded with the first, second, and third courses, from petite pastries on the top to the tiny tea sandwiches on the bottom, the aggregate sum had been skillfully prepared for the guests. Palpatine had the wherewithal to afford a party grand enough to unsettle a Jedi. To his delight, he had succeeded.

Nearly everyone in attendance had been bequeathed a box of 16 Jasmine Pearls green tea blooms, the dried bundled ball of tea leaves and flowers would open like a plant in "bloom" when placed in hot water.  

Kenobi had "accidentally" received 17,  an unlucky number. In Roman numerals, 17 is XVII. One anagram for XVII is VIXI. In Latin, vixi means "I have lived," the implication being that the person(Obi-wan) is now dead. Jasmine is a plant that symbolizes purity and takes its name from the Persian word "Yasmine". This term translates to "gift from God". Put together; your death is a gift from God(the Sith'ari). Darth Sidious finds himself deeply amusing.

Obi-wan is grateful for the tea, especially since he's recently finished off his supply and always felt sheepish defending the expenditure to the Council. Official regulation dictates that he's not permitted to keep the gift. However, Jedi can distribute the donations to others in the order or, better still, add it to the communal ownership and shared at the temple. There are enough in the box for all parties to experience the high-end tea, so he gladly donates it to the Jedi temple and appreciates it along with everyone else.  When Sidious hears what happened to his gift, he's pleased his secret message was brought to the rest of the Jedi as well.

Obi-Wan is averse to socializing with lawmakers in general and Palpatine in particular. Still, he makes a mental note to invite Chancellor to have tea with him again next time Anakin has them waiting for him as recognition for the expensive gift. Nevertheless, the opportunity doesn't come along until a few months later. Thankfully this time, the tea isn't stale. Unknown to Obi-wan, Anakin is in the middle of winning an illegal pod race. Skywalker wanted to purchase a present for Ahsoka, but as a Jedi, the lack of personal funds to his name meant he had to be creative if he wanted to show the people that meant the most to him how much he loved them, rules against attachments be damned.

This time he has Maghrebi mint tea. Traditionally the drink is sweetened, but he hasn't used sweetener. There is a bowl of rock sugar grown in the shape of tiny purple lightsabers on the counter. It was available if either party wanted to utilize the sweetener. The ingredients, as well as the tea, had come from Mace Windu.

Jedi were generally not meant to accept gifts from clients unless it's culturally necessary for them to do so. The tea was a regifted thank you gift from an ambassador. As the items couldn't be shared equally with everyone, Mace decided Obi-wan, as Anakin's minder had a more significant need for it.

After all the passive-aggressive messages he'd sent at the party, Sidious isn't expecting anything to receive any in return but still looks for any possible messages Obi-Wan might covertly send him through the tea anyway.

His actions don't seem to convey a particular message... unless Kenobi considered serving him a herbal tea that also happens to be an appetite suppressant is a message. Perhaps he intended to inform the wealthy politician that the Jedi felt Palpatine's tea party Palpatine had been too lavish and wanted him to know he'd offended the man utilitarian sensibilities, but that was likely a reach.

The tea itself was one of hospitality, meant to welcome guests by the male head of a family. As Kenobi poured the tea in three rounds as expected of tradition, he wondered if he had missed something and resolves to reflect on it more in the future. Each of the three rounds poured has a different meaning: life, love and death. The sugar represents the sweet aspects of life, and Sidious wonders as the sugar dissolves within his cup if the Jedi is aware of what he's saying about his life by going without it.

The Chancellor certainly knows the symbolism of prolonging the second cup to avoiding the third. Love as a concept was not something he neither wanted nor needed, but he had no fear of it. He drank to the idea without hesitance. If he played his cards right, Anakin's love would pave the way for the ascendancy of the Sith. As for death, he had designs on immortality. He would pass on even the metaphorical notion of his own demise.

When Anakin arrived, he doesn't go for any of the tea. He's tried the tea Mace had given his former master. It's tolerable, yet he has another target. Instead, he seizes the rock candy and laughs when Obi-wan protested that grinding on the purple sugar crystals might ruin his teeth. Nevertheless, he drops the bowl back on the counter after taking two and takes off with Palpatine.

Obi-wan is surprised the next day when the Chancellor has a package delivered that contains four(because four means death) kombucha starter kits(kombucha was considered to have "yang" energy in traditional Chinese medicine) and silver needle tea. As before, Obi-Wan gives the white tea to the temple, but he feels self-conscious. This incident marks the second time the Chancellor has given him something extravagant, and he feels like there are strings attached to the gift even if the politician hasn't said as much.

Politicians don't give gifts without reason—especially politicians who are not friends with the receiver.

Uncomfortable by the thought, he waited until one of his friends gifts him with tea.  It's Bant who visits him first—intending to give her friend Pu'er tea(flavoured with dried honey ginger chamomile) she'd received at a medical conference. Obi-wan explains the situation and asks if he can send the tea to the diplomat as a sign of gratitude. Bant isn't bothered by the question and wishes him success.

Little does he know that although he intended nothing untoward with his regift, Palpatine had, after considering the possible implications, managed to be offended by it. Pu'er tea was often used to treat hangovers(among other things). His former teacher, Darth Plagueis, had once kept several kilos of it in his home. The muun would consume premium Poo Poo Pu-Erh Tea the morning after he'd had a night of excess on Sullustan wine. After he'd given the Jedi kombucha, a very mildly alcoholic beverage, he'd apparently proceeded to criticize the gift by implying he (Sidious) was a drunk who needed it. Indicating he shared the same weakness that had gotten the deceased Sith Lord murdered was exasperating, even if Obi-wan couldn't have identified the reason.

And that's when the situation becomes, for lack of a better word,"serious". Obi-wan thinks they're exchanging gifts, almost they're friends, but he's becoming increasingly frustrated because they're uneasy allies at best. Still, he doesn't want to feel like he owes the Chancellor anything, so the cycle begins anew. His financial circumstances still haven't changed, so he's been forced to regift a few presents from his friends to have something to present to the politician who won't leave him alone.

Kenobi is frustrated by this. He already spoke of the issue with several of his friends. Usually an honest man, he felt compelled to share what might happen to tea they might give him. Always while out of Anakin's earshot. They're sympathetic but unsure what could be done about the man who holds so much power, especially considering the relationship his former padawan has developed with the politician. It's difficult to entirely avoid the man without avoiding Skywalker, who would notice any attempts at evasion and likely take umbrage, even if the Chancellor did not.

Palpatine, for his part, is honestly surprised to learn how very snide Obi-wan appears. He can sense the Jedi's frustration building and is aware it's related to the tea. That said, he hasn't guessed the actual cause. Instead, he believes Kenobi has managed to guess at the intent of his gift and is ostensibly reacting to the Chancellor's actual message.

Amused, he no longer sends veiled death threats. If he does it one time too many time, someone at the temple, likely Yoda, will start asking awkward questions he doesn't want to answer. Yet, he continues to send hidden messages with the intent of antagonizing the Jedi as he proceeds to misread the situation. As the other Force-user's better, Darth Sidious refuses to be out-performed in a game of pettiness by Obi-wan Kenobi.

Anakin assumes they're just two older men who love tea and have found a way to bond over that. He's pleased to finally witness two people he respects burying the hatchet and getting along. Ahsoka doesn't have the heart to tell him that Obi-wan is not happy with whatever madness he's been dropped into. Madame has resigned herself to remaining silent regarding her husband's bond with her former friend. She no longer trusts the Chancellor and knows bringing up her feelings with Skywalker will only end in arguments with the man she loves.

Matters take a turn for the weird when Obi-wan receives cacao maca tea from Quinlan Vos. His fellow Jedi had gotten it from a secret admirer with a crush. After tests came back proving it wasn't poisoned, he'd given the herbal tea to his tea-loving friend.

Like most of the gifts he'd received lately, obi-wan presents it Palpatine. He wouldn't have the ability to keep up with the bizarre back and forth otherwise. He doesn't have the money. He's thankful his friends understand how much he dislikes the idea of being beholden to Palpatine and encourage his efforts to circumvent it.

What he'd failed to account for was the reaction he'd spark by presenting a herbal tea that was viewed, by some, to be an aphrodisiac. Obi-wan himself hasn't realized he'd done anything problematic. Vos hadn't mentioned maca had a reputation because he hadn't known himself. When he'd dropped it off, he'd simply named the vitamins the healers had said it contained.

Palpatine is confused. He's politically powerful and comes from a wealthy family, so it's hardly the first time anyone has been interested in pursuing him. However! Just the other month, they'd been politely abusing one another. There hadn't been any reason for the change.  

Sidious can't decide Obi-wan attempting to insult his virility since maca is reported to help with reproductive health or if the Jedi is propositioning him. He hadn't thought Kenobi was interested in hate-based romantic overtures. That said, making mockeries of a sexual nature is astonishingly inappropriate given their positions. He wasn't offended, the possible slight was far too childish for him to take it sincerely, but he hadn't taken the General as the type of man who would make the insult in the first place. Complicating matters is the fact that the General is Anakin's former master.

He's hesitant to assume the situation would work out in his favour if the Jedi is twitterpated and if he should allow it... whatever it was, to persist. Would developing a relationship with Kenobi hasten Skywalker's fall to the dark side, or would the interaction convince the boy to turn his back on Darth Sidious.

Sexual relationships were irrational, messy little things and far more unpredictable than pretended friendship. He tended to avoid non-transactional sex due to the wildly unpredictable nature of the beast. If an uncompensated connection didn't service his ambition, didn't cultivate his power or influence, it was deemed irrelevant and discarded. An ill-defined situation occupied a troublesome grey area he despised, leaving him in something of a quandary on how to advance his agenda. Sidious knew he'd have to adopt a resolution expeditiously, and that inaction was as much a choice as any other.

[ask-de-writer]

SEA DRAGON’S GIFT : Part 53 of 83 : World of Sea

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Doctor Corin was supervising the recovery of the surgically and medicinally valuable hag venom.  Master Selked was directing the removal of the beaks for use in tool making.  All of the galley crews were on deck, cutting up and cooking down the Hags to make the fireproofing extracts that could be applied to many things.  The ‘hide,’ the big flat cartilaginous spiral that served the Hag for a shell, was being opened, stretched flat and cleaned.  Strong Skins were being flensed and the meat pickled, dried, and cut into big roasts for immediate use.  Their valuable hides were being stretched on frames for drying and hung from the rigging because there was no more deck space available.

The fireproofing extracts prepared from the Hags were applied to rigging and sails as swiftly as they could be made.

Now that they had learned to use it, the catapult had a better use than ship to ship combat.

After a week, during which they also took a much smaller Wing Ray and added it’s delicately flavored meat to their stores, along with it’s valuable hide, bone and fangs, the storm began to break up over the colder waters of the northern latitudes.  

The Grandalor ran north, through the winds and thunderstorms of the decaying Coriolis Storm, for the safety of the Dragon Sea.

When they finally got to calmer seas, the armored hide of the Wing Ray was added to the reinforcing of the Grandalor’s bow.

Far to the south, the battered Naral fleet was assembling and making repairs.  They had been fortunate.  No ships and few lives were lost. Many sails had to be repaired or replaced and much rigging.  A few masts and some spars or yardarms needed replacement.

Everyone was looking with envy at the Dark Dragon and the Soaring Bird.  

Both ships had come through the storm without damage of any kind.  They had been instrumental in gathering the fleet back together.  The two catamarans had such large deck spaces that it was not necessary to raise a shipbuilding raft to make repairs.

Many Captains made careful note of the special storm rigs that had seen the two through.

In ranging about to find the last of the stragglers, the Soaring Bird had come across a broken spar with blown out and destroyed sail attached.  When it was pulled aboard, a line from it was found to be attached to a fragment of railing, trailing broken standing rigging for a mainmast.  When the Naral fleet was all gathered, the fragment failed to match the damage of any ship present.

The Fauline straggled in late, having survived the storm.  In response to questions about the obvious damage and hasty repairs, Skua told a tale of having intercepted the Grandalor as the Fauline was coming north from the Arrakan fleet.  The Grandalor, he claimed, had rammed them clumsily in an attempt to force them to pay provisions and Strong Skins.  They had been saved by the very storm that had apparently taken the Grandalor.

A Council of Captains was called aboard the Dark Dragon, where there was sufficient space.  Hored of the Grython took the meeting’s helm in Sarfin’s absence.  After the usual formalities, the meeting got down to its real purpose.

“It appears that we no longer have to search for the Grandalor,” Hored pronounced.  “We have been able to positively identify the broken spar and rigging fragment.  It definitely came from the Grandalor. The fragment of railing and the rigging that was still attached to it demonstrates that her mainmast went down in the storm.  The broken standing rigging and the way that the spar pivot lashings were ruptured shows that the mast could not have stood.  They must have swamped in minutes.

“I move that we call off this expensive search and get back to the business of life.”

The motion was seconded and passed by a relieved group of Captains.

Captain Hored signaled for the floor again.  “I have two more items to lay before this Council.  The first, and far the most important, is this. The many efforts of Captains Sula Corin and Huld Barsan on behalf of our fleet should be recognized by a vote of thanks and a refund of their reasonable expenses.

“My second item is related to the first.  Let us give them the freedom to fish our entire territory without limit.  They have shown themselves worthy of the honor.  I cannot think of any that I would rather share fishing waters with.”

Sula signaled for recognition and, when Hored acknowledged her, stood. “The offer that you have made is most generous.  Our expenses are already being covered by the Corlis and Barant fleets.  With the damage that you have all had from this storm, we’d not deplete your fleet treasury further.  

“The offer of thanks and fishing rights we will accept gladly.  Not trespassing on your fishing rights has seriously depleted our stores. The opportunity to resupply is most welcome.  You have been generous hosts.”  She sat to polite applause.

The vote was quick and unanimous.

“We must notify the Longin and Dorton,” Hored said deliberately.  “They are starting the map that we commissioned, and working the northerly blockade.  They are presently somewhere about 750 North by 200 West.  Who will volunteer to go?”

Once again it was Sula who stood.  “Captain Hored, we will go and let the Longin and Dorton know the situation.

“There is no urgency to this news.  Captain Huld and myself need to return to our own fleets with the information that we came here to get. From here, it will make little difference whether we go back the way that we came, go on about the globe, or go north through the Dragon Sea and the pole.

“Even with the repairs that we are helping with here, we should be able to get them the news in less than two Wohans.”

“Luve,” said Tanlin, lounging back in her chair in their cabin, “we are only safe ‘ere in t’e Dragon Sea so long as we seek justice under Naral fleet law.  We need on emissary ‘oo can persuade t’em t’ set aside t’eir ruling an’ give us a proper trial wit’ t’e right t’ rebut included.”

Barad rested his chin in one hand and drummed the fingers of the other on the table where their game of Three Dragons had been put aside.  “I can only think of one person that the whole feet would listen to. The problem is, she wouldn’t listen to anything that I have to say.”

“I’ we can convince ‘er, Barad, t’en we’ve ‘ope.  ‘Oo is she — — — Ye connae mean Kurin!”  Tanlin sat bolt upright in her chair.  Pain suddenly flooded her eyes.  “Somet’in’s wrong wit’ Skye!”  She leaped for the cabin door.

“The female Wide Wing?” Barad called after her.

“Aye! Get Doctor Corin!” she called over her shoulder as she shot up the companionway ladder to the deck.  She sprinted for the ratlines of the mainmast and swarmed up toward the Wide Wing’s nest.  The male, Thunderhead, raised his wings and hissed in threat until he realized that it was Tanlin, a part of his flock.  He calmed and hopped to the rail, allowing her to get to his mate.  Skye was sitting the nest, shivering, wings held tight to her body in pain.  Gently, Tanlin picked her up.  She could see the egg that was only partly protruded. She felt the bird’s lower abdomen carefully.

As if he could understand, Tanlin spoke softly to Thunderhead, “She’s egg bound, ‘t ‘appens sometimes t’ paddle ducks, t’.  We can save ‘er but Oi ‘ave t’ take ‘er down t’ t’e doctor.  Ye need t’ keep t’e ot’er twa eggs warm, OK?”  He chirruped plaintively and hopped down from the railing, settling onto the nest.

Tanlin carried the suffering bird carefully down the rigging to the deck, then sprinted to the infirmary.  Doctor Corin was already waiting for her.

“She’s egg bound, Doctor.  I’ we donnae free ‘t, she’ll die!” cried Tanlin in distress.

“Can you push the egg back into her some?” asked Doctor Corin calmly.

“Oi dunnae know.  In t’e Arrakan fleet, we always made a small incision in t’e muscle o’ t’e sphincter,” she answered.

“Try to push the egg back in, first.  If I can lubricate it with this oil, it will probably come out without further difficulty.  If we cut her, there is always a risk of tissue tearing or infection.”

“Hush, sweetie,” Tanlin said gently to the bird, “Skye, we ‘ave t’ put ye on yer bock, ‘ere.  OK?”  The Wide Wing made a small, high pitched cry.  “‘Ere we go, Skye.”  Tanlin laid the bird on her back.  The powerful Sea Hawk did not struggle, even keeping her talons withdrawn into her feathers.  

Tanlin pushed carefully on the egg.  She was able to make it go back in a little ways.

Doctor Corin immediately forced a lavage syringe, usually used to wash blood from wounds, in next to the egg, and squirted in a quantity of oil. He withdrew the syringe and instructed Tanlin, “Massage her around the egg.”

As Tanlin’s fingers worked around the egg, it began to protrude again, then slowly slid free into her waiting hands.  

She held the exhausted Sea Hawk close and triumphantly told her, “Ye did ‘t, Skye!  Bot’ ye an’ yer egg are safe!”  Tanlin tied the egg securely into her scarf and carried Skye back up to the nest. There, Thunderhead hopped back up to rail, while Tanlin put the egg into the nest and put Skye back onto the clutch.

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Author’s note: It’s been two months since Judas and Minji came to fruition and it’s thanks to the Vampire AU. I found the spark to update and I took it! Enjoy! 

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Description: Fate seemed to have other plans in store for Saeran and Saeyoung Choi then what they ever expected. One path that is bathed in the light and the other is drowned in the darkness. They are taking different roads and what will happen when those roads diverge? One time will tell their fates and if they’re destined to be happy or wrought with sorrow.

Vampire AU.

Pairing(s): Choi Saeran/Original Female Character(s), Choi Saeran/Original Female Character(s), Choi Luciel/Main Character/Original Male Character(s)

Past Chapters: Chapter Three | [TBA]

Act IV

“Haha… come on, you mustn't really think that I’m gonna let you off the hook that easy.” 

“Alright, you got me. I won’t steal your H.B.C.”

“Thank you, Luciel. That’s the least that you can do after I nursed you back to health like a cute baby birdie! You ask nicely when you want to have some of my food, okay?” 

“Aye, aye, captain! May I pretty-pretty please have some of your H.B.C.?” 

“Mmm, sure, space cadet, this time I’ll share with you. Next time, though, I might change my mind about sharing with you.” 

It had been a few months since this girl had saved him from meeting an untimely end and he had settled into her life as if she had been the puzzle piece that he had been missing. As if he was supposed to be there the entire time. Minji was a sweetheart and had allowed him to come and see her whenever he wanted a break. 

He would find himself coming to see her more and more throughout the time they had met. It would be at least once a week at first but it had soon turned into him practically living at her place for half of the week. 

Luciel had found safety in the household of Minji Cho. She was a kind and caring girl that had left the family business of hunting behind as soon as she could escape. She had been raised to end the undead lives of monsters that she did not see the monster within. 

She did not believe that all vampires were evil creatures but she understood Luciel’s drive but she did not judge him for what he did. But, she did inspire him to look more deeply into what was happening around him when he was on a hunt. 

Were they truly causing problems or were they just trying to survive? 

Most of his cases from his agency were given to him because people were dying and things had to be covered up. But, there were a few that made him… question things. It didn’t stop his drive to get rid of them but it did make him uneasy. 

You had to cut yourself away from the fact that these beasts were once human to be able to do the job they did. Vanderwood made that clear with him when they told him how they had to kill people they once knew because they were changed. So, that notion combined with the humanity that Minji asked him to look for? 

A recipe for disaster, honestly. 

Humanity was supposed to be one way. The undead was supposed to be another way. It was supposed to be black and white, lines are drawn at the center and nothing more and nothing less. Hearing that someone could have faith in what was supposed to be a growling monster in the dead of the night was enough to make you think.

Minji swore up and down to him that not all vampires were to blame for the disasters. She had been rescued by one when she was young, she wouldn’t go into detail, but she made it clear that the vampire that saved her had a big heart. Their eyes had not been those of a monster, she claimed, they had been warm and full of concern.  

How could you ever think they were evil and simply that when one saved a little girl? 

Luciel didn’t understand but he didn’t argue with Minji’s opinion. He had simply been taught to believe another thing than what she had been taught. He had seen blood-red eyes and he had felt claws against his throat too many times to think otherwise on the matter. Minji would not lie to him, but the fact of the matter was—

Vampires had come too close to killing him more than once for him to think they were anything more than monsters. 

Nevertheless, he continued to march forward and do the job that he had sworn to do no matter what. 

He tried to push that notion away when he was with Minji. He wanted to enjoy the time that he got with her and he refused to waste a second. She needed to be kept away from everything that he was involved in. Nobody knew about her at all, not Vanderwood, not the agency, not the RFA members that he had come to know over the past few months. 

He would keep it that way. 

Love was a liability in his field. Having a family or loved ones meant that if a vampire knew what was close to you… they would destroy them one by one, or worse… things he didn’t want to even consider as an option.

He would not put her in danger and he would not let anyone get their hands on this woman. She deserved to be happy and to know a life without distress. Minji had had enough when she was a child and she had a right to enjoy her life. He made sure that she was safe. No vampires or humans would make trouble for her again as long as he was around. 

After all, Minji was just too perfect and too kind for him to ignore. 

Her hands on his face when she fretted and coaxed over his wounds had been enough to cement his need to have her near him. Any person that saw him dressed up and bloodied and yet had the kindness to take him home to help clean him up was a true saint. She thought that he was cute and wasted no time making that fact known. 

As a matter of fact, in his state of delirium, she had commented that he was pretty, no matter what he identified as. If he had been in the right state of mind, he would have been tongue-tied and flustered by those words. 

Minji just knew how to make a situation feel less like a mess and more like it was going to be okay. It had taken her a while to get him stitched up but she managed to take care of everything in a jiffy. She made a hell of a nurse. When he asked later how she knew how to do that, she only had a sad look in her eyes, when she said she learned when she was a young girl.

He didn’t need to know more after that. 

When he kept coming back to see her after she helped him, it was with the excuse that he needed to be patched up, but he knew that he could have handled it himself. He felt indebted to her kindness but she would not take anything from him. So, he offered his services when he did come around to see her to make up for it. 

She easily got a cute maid to clean up her apartment. 

Hanging around Minji was easy. It was easy to talk to her and he had nothing to worry about except just being himself around her. She didn’t ask questions and she didn’t pry but she did let him know that anything could be on the table if he needed to vent. He didn’t dump things on her but he did like that she was happy to listen. 

Today, for example, she was gladly giving him a distraction from his last mission. 

Her blonde hair was tucked back into a high ponytail and a sweater had been tossed over her shoulders when he showed up early in the morning with a few scrapes and bruises. He cleaned himself up and she cooked breakfast in the meantime. It was no different than any other time that he had found himself in her company. 

Minji teased him and played around when he ate.

It was warm and filling, so much unlike what he had often made for himself. Quick, fast, and easy. That was the way that he lived his life and tasting something that had been made low and slow with love tasted all that much better.

“Better?” Minji smiled when he practically licked the plate clean. 

“Much,” Luciel nodded. 

“I’m glad to hear it,” she took his plates from him and began to clean them in the sink. Her back was to him as she hummed underneath her breath. “You should probably get some rest too, okay? I don’t think you’ve had any tonight. You can borrow my bed for a while.”

“Only if you join me,” he said, rising from the table. 

He strode across the room and rested his hands around her waist with his forehead resting against her back. Minji was a little taller than he was, so he couldn’t quite peek over her shoulder but he could do this. Press his lips against the back of her neck to make her shiver and laugh. 

“Luciel!” she scolded him, “What happened to waiting for marriage?” 

“I just wanted to cuddle,” Luciel chuckled. “If you want to do more, I don’t think that would be all that hard either, baby.” 

She made her own sputtered sound when he pushed her buttons, groaning and giggling at his attempts to knock her off her feet. “Don’t tease, Lucy. I’ll make you pay for these crimes later if that’s the game you want to play.” 

“Oh? Is my kitten dangerously close to thinking on the dark side?” he asked her with a smile. “I dare say that’s the most sadistic thing you’ve ever said to me.” 

Minji turned around in his arms and wrapped her arms around him, “Well, you did wake me up earlier then I’m used to… and you know I’m awake when the sun rises on the horizon, Lucy. You should make it up to me somehow if that’s what we’re playing, and I think cuddling is a fair price for me making you breakfast, don’t you think?”

“Alright, alright. I owe you,” he caved. 

“That’s what I thought,” she said. 

The two of them erupted into laughter together as the cicadas hummed outside the window of her apartment. It was a lovely moment and something that he had longed craved. Enjoying the warmth of somebody’s love is something that he never thought that he would ever be able to experience but being here was enough for him. 

Feeling Minji’s arms around him was all that he needed to keep on living. 

She made no judgments, she only sought to ensure that he was taking care of himself like he promised he would do. Luciel could not have felt happier than he did when he was with Minji. 

He prayed this time he had with her would not ever come to an end. A few years of living in peace like this was ahead of him from this point but this moment of bliss would not last forever, unfortunately. As a matter of fact, it would be three years before this momentary reprieve would be forced to come to a close. 

And Luciel did not know the storm that was awaiting him at the end of this tunnel. 

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Three years. 

It had been three years since Lila had been attacked that faithful night and Saeran had no choice but to transform her into a creature like himself to save her life. He did it during the heat of the moment, and he had no known if it would even work to save her life. 

He had gotten lucky and gotten to her just in time to induce the process. 

The back of his mind was still haunted by the sight of her small body, parlor, and nearly torn to shreds on the dirt like a broken toy left to rot, her hair dampened and clumped up with dried blood leaking from her head, and her brown eyes almost looking through him as she tried to croak something that he could not understand. 

How he had desperately gripped her hands and had to sink his teeth into every part of her body that he could reach as her pulse started to slow down more and more by the moment. 

It had taken nearly two weeks for her body to come to grips with the venom that he had injected and when she awoke, brown eyes gone and replaced with a ruby red, he feared that she would feel the same thirst and lack of control that he had been pressured to give into. Yet, she stared at him, obviously parched but she was still there. 

The woman that he had come to love was still inside of her body. 

She was just a little different now. No longer a petite human who was clumsy and constantly getting hurt because she did everything for her family. She was now a creature of the night, a vampire just as he was, damned to live forever and survive on the blood of others to live. She was no longer hurt, however, and that was what made the guilt lessen. 

Lila had been suffering, so terribly, and had it not been for him, she would have been dead long before he came into her life. They were both okay with this fate as it was now. He had no choice, and she had no choice of what would come. But, they had each other and as long as they had each other, things would be okay. 

At least, Saeran wanted to believe that. 

After he had taken the time to help her quench her thirst as best as he could, the two of them talked about what had happened that night. He had wanted to know who had harmed her and nearly left her for dead. Lila could remember nothing but green eyes and blonde hair before she started screaming and her vision went black. 

Saeran’s stomach twisted in knots when she said that. 

He knew who had tried to harm the woman that he loved and he knew that neither of them was going to be safe if they stayed in this place. It was at that point that he had to be honest with Lila about who he had run away from and why. 

Some of the details… he couldn’t talk about them at length, not even now. 

But, he let Lila know that he had been changed against his will one night and been used as a science experience more or less for a few months. How Rika would not stop until he went back to that place on his accord and that he was the reason that she had been hurt. 

The guilt of that still bothered him, even to this day. 

Now, they were living on the run, going town to town, and exploring the world together as normal as they could seem to the eyes of humans. To anyone that caught a glimpse of them during the evening, they would have seen an average couple holding hands, but if they looked hard enough on a bad day they would see red eyes. 

The thirstier you are, the more red appears, after all. 

Today, Saeran was trying to sort out where they should go next as they had been staying in this most recent location far too long. It was the season where the sun stayed out for such a long time and it was hard to travel at night when your hours were limited. 

They made the best of it, though, it just was not always easy if eyes were starting to be raised. 

Animal blood only sustained a vampire for so long and it would run out of their system much quicker than the blood of a human. 

Still, neither of them wanted to use that option unless they had no other choice but to do that. 

“Saeran,” she said, reaching over to brush her hand against his leg. “You need to rest.” 

They were sitting together in their dingy hotel room on the bed as Saeran poured over his phone to see what he could find. It was hard to hide the trail when both of them were up against an entire group of vampires instead of simply one. They knew what to look for and they could only hide so much when they made a mess. 

“Technically, I don’t need any rest,” he said, quietly. “I realize you’re concerned but I promise I’m alright. As long as you’re with me, I never tire.” 

“That’s always your excuse,” Lila leaned her head against his shoulder. “I know you can handle yourself but you’ve been taking care of us for such a long time. It’ll be alright. I’m sure you’ll be able to find the next safe spot from them.”

“About that…” he trails. 

Lila frowns. 

Saeran looks back at her with that look in his eyes that says he’s got something to say that he’s not happy about saying. He hesitates and then speaks. “About that, I think I have something but I need to go ahead to scout things out first. It’s too dangerous to take you with me because of that last close call we had.”

“So you want me to wait here for you,” she said, quietly. 

He shook his head. “No, I know you would hate to do that. I have a meeting spot that I’ve ensured is safe that I want you to head to. I can’t leave you here knowing they could already be onto us. I don’t put it back her to send hunters, either. So, I need you to keep moving while I make sure that we have a safe place to go.”

Saeran interlocked his fingers with her own. 

Hers were still so small in his. But, there was a firmness in them now that was not there when she was a human. She could fight off anyone she wanted to if it came down to it, but he did not want her to have to go to that means. As long as he could protect her, she would not have to fight. 

“You’re strong,” she affirms. “I’m so proud of you, Saeran. You’re always protecting us and I know how hard that is.”  

“I’m stronger with you,” he murmured. “I would be nothing without you.” 

“And I would not be here if not for you,” Lila said. She meant it, she meant every word of it. She was happy that he had saved her life. She did not see what he did as him taking her life away, if he had not acted to save her, she would have died. 

He saved her, and that was how she saw this. 

They shared a kiss. 

It was a brief one, with them both pulling away momentarily before leaning back into to steal another and another and another. When they were together in this way, it was like electricity was coursing through his veins. He couldn’t resist being close to her and she couldn’t stop herself from trying to cling to him. 

Perhaps it was because they both understood that life was not a given. They had to live each moment like it was the last one they would ever share. It would be this way until Rika and her group were taken down and they could live in peace. 

It would happen, it would have to happen. 

“I don’t want to leave you,” Saeran chuckled when she pulled back. Her forehead pressed against his own. “You make it so hard to leave.” 

“It’s so you’ll come back to me,” she reminds him with a smile. “Now, tell me what I need to do and I will do it. I trust you, Saeran.”

So, he gave her everything that she needed to know. How she would have to travel and how he would meet her late in the night. It was too far for her to make the walk on foot so she would have to travel during the day to get there but as long as she did as she normally did and covered herself, it would be alright. 

Saeran would walk and use the cover of the woods to make sure there were no tracks or markings that would leave to either of them. 

They separated that evening with her in a taxi and him setting off on foot. 

Saeran would scout everything out and ensure that there were no signs of Mint Eye, and Lila would go to a safe area that he knew had no hunters or vampires to speak of. It was supposed to be very simple and nothing more to it, but life had never been kind to these two. 

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Luciel was pissed. 

There was no way to say this beyond those simple words. He was angry and not even the wrath of Satan would be enough to describe what he was feeling. Luciel had let himself become complacent in his new life and his guard was too far lowered. 

They had taken the one person that he cared for and held her like a toy in front of him as a trap. Minji had been kidnapped and was now being used to lure him into a trap. He had come back from a mission only to find Minji’s home in shambles and a note left for him that simply read: You do have a weakness, hunter. 

They had taken the woman he loved and now he did not know what he was going to do. No, he knew what he was going to do. He was going to hunt down every single one of them and rip them limb from limb until they were unrecognizable. 

He was going to make sure that they never did anything ever again just for looking at her, but if they hurt her—

Nothing was going to stop him from destroying every vampire he saw. 

He hated them. 

He hated them all.  

They had taken everything that he had left and now, he had to fight to get it back. He did not even know if they would keep her alive for long. A human in a den of vampires? They would kill her or worse, change her just to spite him if it came down to it. Minji was strong and she knew how to protect herself but one human against a group? 

Odds were not in her favor. 

He told Vanderwood that he had a mission to do that had been given to him alone, and then he set off to destroy the vampires that had taken her from him. They had left him a location to go to but only that, and he would have to buy himself time with this so his boss wouldn’t know what he was doing and that he had been going against the agency’s orders. 

It would not last for long, the lie, that is. 

So, he had to do this fast and hard. It was only a matter of time until she got hurt or he got caught and he wasn’t going to lose against the clock, not again. He had protected his baby brother and he was not going to lose Minji too. He may not be able to see Saeran, but he can see Minji, and that means he has to protect her. 

He followed the note to the exact location and found himself a desolate town late at night. It was foggy out and the conditions were poor. It wasn’t good for human eyes. He made sure to park his car and take out what he needed before exiting and starting to scope out the place. The town was his only clue and he had nothing else to go on. 

It was hardly populated by any means, and that struck him as odd. Most vampires stick to big cities for their targets. It was better for them to go undetected. Murders and crime happened all the time in a city, but not in a small town. 

They were trying to ensure that Luciel couldn’t bring backup or get help, weren’t they? 

It wasn’t going to stop him from killing them. If anything, it made it better because he was going to make sure they were screaming until the end. For every injury and the wound he found on Minji, he was going to inflict it back on them tenfold. 

Luciel looked around, but there were hardly any people in town. He found himself checking each face he walked past for the telltale markers but they were all humans. That made him feel like this had been a dead-end, making him groan and grit his teeth in frustration. He eventually stopped and turned into an alley. 

He made his way to the end of it and turned to make a right for the next block but he walked right into a girl. She was short, much smaller than he was. He almost mistook her for a kid but he figured out real fast that she was a woman. “Oh, I’m sorry,” he said, his voice a little hollow as he found forced joy to not be easy at the moment. 

“It’s okay,” the voice replied. “It happens.” 

He offered her his hand to help and when she stood up, she looked at him and blinked. It was like she knew him, she was tracing his face with her eyes and then something clicked. “Saeran?” she asked, her brows feathered.

“I thought you said that you were going to be back by sunrise. How did you get so here? Was there trouble? Please, tell me you didn’t run into any hunters. We barely got away from them the last time, are you hurt?” her voice is pained, worried, and panicked. 

Luciel finds that he can only stare at her in shock. She said the name of his twin brother, and she seemed like she knew him. She wouldn’t have said that to a stranger and she would not have looked at his face like that if she didn’t know it. 

His mirror image. 

Then, he realized, she mentioned hunters. That was when he noticed her eyes were not entirely brown. There was a glimmer to them that was tinged in red as if she were a… 

No, no! 

All thoughts of Minji are put on hold as he turns his rage onto this woman. Luciel can’t stop himself from slamming the woman against the concrete wall to the right of them with a hard shove. 

Her back collides and she lets out a loud wince but pushes back against his hold with a firm grip that is not human. He is bigger than she is, and he had the upper hand with the way his fingers are around her throat. It takes him a split second to pick up his stake with his free hand and press it against her skin as she visibly panics. 

She looks into his eyes and finally notices that the color is not green, “You’re not… Saeran…” she breathes, horrified. 

“No, you monster, that’s my brother,” he hissed with such venom in his voice it almost burned. “Now, tell me how in the hell you know who he is, vampire. I am already looking to kill the first vampire that fucks with me. I’m going to give you till the count of three or I’m going to drive this into your undead heart and leave you here to burn in the fucking sun.” 

She struggled against his hold but it was no use, no matter how hard she kicked against him, he would not let go. This was a hunter, and this hunter was ready to kill her and leave her for dead just like that. She and Saeran had come into contact with hunters before but he had made her go ahead and refused to let her see what happened. 

But this was the true power of a hunter. They trained for years to kill vampires and Lila, now a vampire and years away from her humanity, was a target for people like that. She did not want to die, not again… not like this! 

“Please, stop!” she pleaded with him. “I can explain everything if you just give me a moment, I promise, I won’t hurt you!” 

“I can’t say the same for myself, monster,” Luciel growled. 

“Saeran didn’t tell me he had a brother,” she tried to reason with him but it was not getting her anywhere with him. “Look, he’s important to me too! I’ve been with him for a few years now. He’s going to be here soon, I told you I was waiting for him! We’ve been together for a long time now and he’s been protecting us from—”

The stake in Luciel’s hands pressed just a smidge harder against her chest. It was silver, and it burned like hell. It burned almost as hot as the fire that had enveloped her body when she was first transformed. 

“You’ve been with him for a while?!” Luciel found his anger rising even higher, not stopping to hear any more. “He’s supposed to be far away from monsters like you! Don’t lie to me, temptress, did you take him away from his happiness to use him as some plaything, I know how you monsters are with humans—”

Luciel was on the ground and the woman was freed from his grasp. The redhead rolled over and sank to a defensive position as he watched a dark figure move the woman behind them. Clearly, this was her partner, he assumed. 

Perhaps they were in league with the monsters that took Minji? This could have been a bigger trap than he thought. 

“Saeran,” the woman said, her voice was trembling from the attack. “Please, wait. This hunter said he was your—”

The hood fell from the man’s head and revealed a familiar shade of red hair that matched Luciel’s. His eyes were green and his skin was nearly as white as a sheet, there were rings under them as if he had not been getting any sleep, and his figure was slim as if he hadn’t been getting fed. He was dressed in all black, dark jeans, a black shirt, and a leather hoodie. Green eyes met golden eyes all at once... eyes that had left met when they were both human, but now, these brothers were separated by more than distance. One was undead and the other was living.  One was a hunter, and the other was a vampire. 

They couldn't have been more different. 

Saeran found himself unable to say anything at all. 

Luciel didn't know what to do, so he just stared at him, and then buried his face in his hands, letting out a painful sob at the realization that his little brother, the one that he had left to protect from their father, and eventually, from the undead, was now the very thing that he had been trying to kill. 

“Saeyoung…?” 

[gimmeyoon]

You’ve Become My Favorite Sin [9]

     ✷ Pairing: Jimin x reader | feat. Jungkook x reader and Yoongi x reader

     ✷ Setting: Angels and Demons au

     ✷ Ratings/Warnings: M for Mature, religious themes, language, violence

     ✷ Word Count: 3.7k

     ✷ Summary: When Jimin started questioning his place in the world as an angel, you took it upon yourself to show him the darker side of life. Suddenly, falling from grace doesn’t seem so bad.

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    Jimin had been silent when _____ had shared her story with him. He felt like an idiot, on the verge of tears as she described heaven to him, a place he knew well himself, but that seemed so foreign at times in her story. She spoke of heaven as if it was someone she loved; someone she loved who broke her heart.

    And when she had finished, tears fell from Jimin's eyes, and she merely stared back at him. He had been so embarrassed by his reaction to her story that he didn't say anything. He had averted his gaze as he wiped the tears from his face, and when he turned back to her she had moved behind her desk and was organizing some papers.

    He should have told her that he would have stopped them. That he never would have let them take her wings from her. He should have said what he truly felt; that he would never let anything bad happen to her, not like Azazel, or he guessed Yoongi now, had. He should have said that he would never leave her. Because he wasn't Yoongi, he needed her to know that. He worried that she might think him the same, the only other male angel in her story since.

    But he couldn't get the words to come out, and soon she was telling him that she would see him tomorrow, and then he was materializing on Earth, somewhere near Cameron's house.

     Now, it was too late to tell her how he felt. To truly say aloud what he knew in his heart to be true; that she could rip the wings from his back and have them as her own. He would give her that, if it meant she would be happy.

      He knew it was foolish, he wondered if she would do anything at all for him, let alone give a part of herself up, but he couldn't deny that this was how he felt. It was a strange feeling, when he had no prior experience with.

    He wasn't sure how it had gotten to this point. Even as she described her Fall, it didn't scare him. He would have gladly fallen by her side, had he been made at that time. Every day it seemed he may Fall regardless, though he would stand alone in heaven. He wondered if she would comfort him the way Yoongi had her.

    As he looked at her, he liked to think that she would.

    Now, they walked side by side through a part of Hell Jimin had not been to before. _____ herself was not very familiar with it, but Jay had said there was a demon around here that might be able to help them with Dragas.

     _____ had hesitated before telling Jimin he was a powers demon. He had to admit that he wasn't thrilled about coming face to face with a demon designed with the exact intent and purpose of ridding the universe of angels, but he would never say no to her. He wondered if she knew that. He wondered if that was why she asked.

    Jay walked ahead of them, leading the way. He had said something about having powers demons as friends, but Jimin wasn't paying much attention as he looked around the courtyard. It was like a university, he realized. Darker, dirtier, but like the universities Cameron had been touring lately. A maze of buildings, teaming with life as the powers demons moved around.

   Jay stopped in front of a door on the second floor of a large building and turned to look at Jimin and _____ before knocking. It was a coded knock, two quick raps, a pause, and then a third. Jimin could tell _____ was saving the information, as she mimicked the knocks with her fist by her side. He wondered if she had a reason to remember that knock or if she just wanted to be thorough.

    The lock on the door clicked, causing the door to creak open, and for a moment Jimin considered that perhaps this was a trap. Perhaps, Jay had figured out that Jimin was an angel, and he had brought him here to kill him. He looked at _____ out of the corner of his eyes, and tried to remind himself that she had asked him to come today. He was pretty sure that she wouldn't do anything to put him danger.

    Then again, maybe she was in on this, and he had let himself fall victim to a demon after all.

    No, she wasn't like that, he was sure. So he followed her into the room and tried not to seem too relieved when he was greeted with what looked like a motel room in need of maid service instead of the murder room he had imagined in his prior anxiety.

    A demon emerged from a smaller room, and again Jimin worked to maintain his composure. The demon was bigger than most that he had interacted with, and he tried not to think about the fact that he had to look up at him.

   It was impossible not to immediately look at his eyes. One was glamoured to look human, a dark brown color, nothing to really pay attention to, but the other was demonic, a black hole filled with nothingness.

   Jimin realized he was staring, when the powers demon meet his gaze, and he tried to look away as casually as possible.

   "Fucking angel," the demon said, and Jimin tensed, almost reaching for _____'s hand on instinct. "Got me in the eye with a heavenly blade, and I haven't been able to glamour it since."

   "Looks bad ass," Jay said, taking a seat at a small table in the corner of the room.

   The demon shook his head, before turning his attention to _____. "Jay said you have a blade of your own to deal with."

   "Yes," she started, moving further into the room. "Dragas got his hands on one and we've heard rumors there's angel magic in the underworld as well. We can't let him get his hands on it."

   "You know who has the angel magic?"

    She nodded her head. "A demon named Taehyung. Have you heard of him?"

    "No, but I have a feeling that's not what you really want to ask me."

    “Jay said you might be looking to retire."

    The demon smiled at this, running his hand through his light brown hair as he did so. "I'm not interested in finding out what happens the next time I come in contact with a heavenly blade."

    "Me neither," she said. "How does being a demon of dominion sound for your next career move?"

     "It sounds like you're promising things you have no right to promise."

    "Me and the boss figured it out," Jay spoke up, spinning a knife on the table. "Anyone who kills Dragas becomes the demon for that dominion."

    "So, you want me to kill Dragas?"

    "It doesn't have to be you," she said. "I'll be more than happy to rid the underworld of him, Jungkook has already asked me if he could several times."

    "Well then Jungkook would be the Demon of Greed, not me."

    "True, but whoever kills him will give the dominion to you, on my authority."

    "And why would Jungkook give up that power?" the demon asked, pouring a glass of a dark brown substance, Jimin wasn't familiar enough with to identify.

    "He's a good dog, Namjoon" Jay laughed, earning a glare from _____.

     Namjoon seemed to consider this for a moment, before turning to look at Jimin. "And you, the quiet one. If you killed Dragas you would give up your new found power just because _____ asked you to."

    Jimin looked over at _____, though he already knew the answer. He would do anything for her. "Yes."

    "Interesting," he poured another glass, and handed it to _____. "Do you torture your dogs often?"

    "Only when they ask," Jay spoke up, earning a glare from _____.

    "I'm about to in a moment, if Jay doesn't remember his manners."

    "Namjoon's one of us now, we don't need manners."

    Namjoon laughed at this. "I don't think Jay was tortured enough."

    "I agree."

    Jay smiled at this, wrapping an arm around _____. "I wasn't tortured at all. None of the dogs are."

    "Interesting," Namjoon said, before taking a sip of his drink. "It seems to be an effective method, if the quiet one and Jungkook would do whatever you asked, even once they had the same amount of power as you."

    "The quiet one is named Jimin," she said, before motioning to Jay. "And this one would do the same. I only surround myself with people I trust."

    "Do you trust me?" Namjoon asked, motioning to her untouched drink. "You could prove it."

     _____ looked down at the glass. "Will you help me take down Dragas in exchange for your retirement?"

    "Will I live long enough to see retirement if I do so?"

    "You know I cannot promise you that."

    "No, but a little optimism would be nice."

    She smiled at this, picking up her drink as she did so. "I think we'll make a great team," she said before taking a sip.

    Jimin fought the urge to rush to her side, and ensure that the drink was safe. He knew she was stronger than him, she could handle herself, but ever since Gaki had removed her jacket, he had been even more on edge than usual. He should have stopped Gaki, he didn't want to say the same thing about Namjoon.

    "I agree," Namjoon smiled, before raising his glass in mock toast. "To taking down a demon for my own personal gain and your own."

    When you materialized in your office a few hours after meeting with Namjoon, you immediately turned to Jimin. You hadn't been able to stop thinking about what he had said. With Jay, off on Earth tempting the masses, you couldn't stop yourself from voicing what you had only dared think for the last few weeks.

    "Did you mean it?" You asked, stepping towards Jimin. "When Namjoon asked if you would kill Dragas, did you mean it?"

    Jimin blushed at this, looking down at his feet. It made your heart flutter in a way you weren't sure was possible until recently. You wanted to reach out to him, but you stood your ground for fear that he had only said what he said to blend in.

    "Would you kill him for me?" you asked, your voice quieter than before.

    "Yes," Jimin whispered back.

    "Why would you do that for me?" you asked, stepping even closer to him. "That's not part of your contract, you don't have to do that."

    "I know," he said looking back up at you. "I would do it though."

    "Your soul-"

    He shook his head at this. "I don't care. I can't let him kill you."

    "But you cried at my story. It scared you."

    His forehead furrowed at this. "I wasn't scared," he said.

    "Maybe you should be."

     He shook his head and closed the distance between the two of you. For a moment you let yourself believe that he was going to kiss you, but you had learned better than to expect that at this point. Jimin was good and he had no intentions of changing that.

    Even saying he would kill Dragas meant nothing more than you were the lesser of two evils. Angels were to rid the world of demons, it was a war that had existed for much of eternity. Even if it made your heart cry out with joy, you couldn't get your hopes up.

    Jimin was good.

    "I am not afraid of you or what you have been through," he said, reaching for your hand. "Maybe I should be, but I am not. I couldn't stop heaven, I couldn't stop Yoongi, I could stop Gaki, but I will not let Dragas hurt you. Do you understand?"

    You nodded your head, looking down at where his hand intertwined with yours. You pushed your hopes down again, but it was harder as you felt his thumb caress the back of your hand.

    "Do you know what scares me?" He asked, causing you to meet his eyes again.

    "Namjoon," you smiled, teasing him for the way he seemed to shrink beside you once the powers demon appeared.

    He laughed at that. "Yeah, kind of, but that wasn't what I was thinking."

    "What were you thinking, angel?"

    "I'm scared that I would do anything for you."

    "I don't think killing Dragas is a sin. They'd probably give you a medal."

    He shook his head. "No, they don't give awards. It breeds pride."

    "My mistake," you reply with a laugh.

    "I'm serious."

    "No medals; I believe you."

    He shook his head. "No, I mean I would do anything."

    "Oh."

    "Oh?"

    "What do you want me to say?"

    He sighs, bringing his free hand up to run through his blond hair. "I don't know. You've been saying a number of things to me since we met, and now you have nothing to say?"

    "I was under the impression that you were upset by the things I said."

    He shook his head, and pulled his hand away from you. "I don't know, I guess I started to miss it."

    You reached back out for his hand, pulling it close to you. "I've been cruel?"

     "No," he said, his eyes flicking down to your lips for a brief moment.

     You smile at this, bring his hand up to your lips, and placing a kiss to the back of it. "Do you pray for me, angel?"

    He smiles back at this. "I don't know where I would begin."

    "Hey, daddy, it's me, your baby boy."

    He frowns at this, but you can't wipe the smile from your face. You let your heart fill with hope as you look back at him.

    "I've been very bad with this demon friend of mine."

    "I'm sure he'd love that," Jimin deadpanned.

    "Oh yeah, haven't you head? He's a big fan of mine."

    "Is that so?"

    You nod your head, before stepping closer to Jimin removing all space between the two of you. You can feel the way his heart beats inside of his chest at this distance and you think for a moment that yours might be beating at the same exact pace.

    "I want to do bad things to you, baby boy. Don't you remember?"

    "Yes," he breathed.

    "And you?"

     He blinked back at you, his mouth parting slightly, but no words coming out.

    "Do you want to sin with me? I fear there's no going back if you do."

    "I thought I made it clear that I would do anything for you," he said, his voice a low whisper.

    You smiled at this, leaning in towards his ear. "Then take what you want, baby boy. I'm yours."

    "I-"

    "Yes?" You move back to look up at him, and smile at how innocent he looks in this moment. So innocent, yet so ready to give himself to you, his demon.

    He was silent for a moment, the sound of your own heart beating so loudly in your ears, you hoped he couldn't hear it. "I don't know what to do," he admitted.

    "No? You haven't dreamt of this moment? Because I have."

     Your smile grows larger as his ears turn red at this, his gaze darkening at the same time.

     "I think about you all the time."

     "And what do you think about?"

     His eyes flicker down to your lips again. You decide that toying with him any longer would be torture to both of you, so you reach up, your hand softly touching the back of his neck, and pull him into a kiss.

     He's hesitant at first, and you try to hold back from devouring him as you have wanted since the moment he walked into that club. But then he's kissing you back, a little sloopily, which you can't help but smile at, and you give into the passion you feel for him. His arms wrap around you tightly, holding you close, almost as if he fears you will slip away from him. The feeling of being in his arms, your lips against his, is euphoric, and for a moment you let yourself think that this is what heaven felt like at one time.

     When you force yourself to pull away from him, he's breathing heavily and looking at you as if you hold the world in your hands. You think you might be looking at him exactly the same way.

     You move to kiss him again, when you sense someone about to materialize in the room. You remove yourself from his embrace, straightening yourself out, just in time for Jungkook to materialize in the office. He looks between the two of you, his eyes flicking to your lips and then back up to you, with a raised eyebrow.

    "We found Taehyung," he starts, a smirk on his face. "We can deal with that later though, if you prefer."

     You glare at him for this. "No, we need to end this now."

     You reach for Jimin's hand, Jungkook's smirk deepening at the movement, and then you're dematerializing from the room.

    Jimin realizes that he is supposed to be focused right now. He is the one after all that Taehyung got the feathers from, so it's his job to ensure they've correctly identified the demon. But all he can think about is the way _____ felt pressed against his body and how he wants it to happen again. As quickly as possible.

     Jungkook had them materialize outside of Gaki's dominion, as to avoid being seen, but the side effect of such a move, is that they have been walking for a very long time, and the need in Jimin's chest has not subsided.

     _____ kept looking over at him, clearly aware of the things running through the angel's mind, and it only added fuel to the fire he felt. He needed to be as far away from her as possible if he was get anything accomplished.

    Jungkook stops outside of a small house in the middle of an empty field and knocks. He looks back at Jimin just as the door to the house opens, revealing the demon the angel gave his feathers too.

    "What the fuck? How did you get here, angel?"

     And it's then that Jimin realizes they have messed up. Of course, Taehyung would be confused to see Jimin in hell. And of course he knew what he was. And as Jimin turns to look at _____, he realizes that she is staring at Jungkook, who is staring at Jimin in turn.

    "That's how you knew who had the angel feathers," he says, after what feels like hours to Jimin but was likely only a slightly longer pause of silence than normal.

    "Jungkook," _____ started. "we will talk about this later, but right now, I need to talk to him."

    "Me?" Taehyung questions, as _____ points at him. "Why me?"

    "A demon wants me dead, and you might be the only one in Hell who currently has the power to do so."

    "Not true," Jungkook interjects. "you've been keeping the other one at your side or at mine."

    "Not now," she hisses back at him, her gaze firm and dark in a way Jimin had never seen.

    "I'm not going to give you the feathers. I did a job and got paid."

     "Give me those feathers, and you can have twice as many once I ensure my safety," _____ said, moving closer to Taehyung.

     Jungkook snorted at this. "If he hasn't fallen by then."

     "Leave," she said, turning quickly towards the principality demon. "Leave or get me killed, your choice."

     "Don't be dramatic," he responded, with an eye roll. "If you cared about your life, you wouldn't have him in Hell every fucking day just to fulfill some fucking fetish you have for your past life."

     "Enough," Jimin spoke up, finally feeling bold enough to stand up to the demons. "We came here to do a job, not fight."

     "Oh, now you're big and bad cause you got fucked?"

     "Leave," _____ roared, smoke swirling around her hands, as she forced Jungkook's body rigid. "Go home and lick at your wounds, bunny. I do not have time to coddle you."

     Jimin's eyes widened as he watched Jungkook try and fight against _____'s power, but to no avail. His body continued to tense against his will, the smoke around _____ growing larger as her eyes turned pitch black. Jimin stood frozen, looking at the two unsure of what to do. He briefly remembered Taehyung, and checked to ensure he hadn't left, only to find him looking as shocked as Jimin was sure he did.

    "Fuck you," Jungkook managed to spit out, his own eyes turning completely black, showing that he was using power, despite it having no effect on her.

     He wasn't exactly sure what willed him forward, but Jimin was reaching out to her before he could stop himself. "_____," he said softly. "it's okay."

      And then she was turning to look at him, and though her eyes were darker than any night sky he had ever seen, he could see it. Her anger, her sadness, her fear, they were all there, and maybe that's what made him intertwine their fingers. Soon the smoke that surrounded her dissipated and Jungkook gasped loudly for air behind them.

     As soon as _____'s eyes were glamoured again, she turned back to Taehyung as if nothing had happened. Not acknowledging Jimin or Jungkook behind her.

    "What do you want for the feathers?"

     "Anything?" he asked, a slight fear in his eyes. Jimin wondered if the same fear was in his or Jungkook's, though he dare not turn around to check the principality demon.

     "Anything," she said.

     "I'm nothing in Gaki's dominion, make me a archdemon of lust and you can have the feathers."

     "Done," she said, reaching her hand out to shake Taehyung's. "I'll come and get you when everything is in order, and until then do not tell anyone about our deal."

     He pulled the feathers out of a small bag strapped to his chest. "Business and a show. I cannot wait to live in your dominion."

     "Don't get used to it," she said, passing the feathers back to Jimin. "We fight like this once a decade, so you'll have to wait another ten years for him to piss me off."

     "Piss you off? You piss me off," Jungkook finally spoke up, earning a side-glance from _____.

     "Every decade?" Jimin asked as he and _____ turned to walk towards Jungkook.

     "Like fucking clockwork," she grumbled, before reaching for his hand and taking them home.

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[fatedfuturist]

things about my interpretation of tony stark. updated june 07, 2020.

here’s my exhaustive explanation for how i am not canon-compliant with the events and characterization of the mcu.

the reason for this is… well, there are several reasons, but i don’t want to stir shit up or just, in general, stomp on anyone else’s love for the mcu. and don’t get me wrong— i do love the mcu! but there are parts i’m critical of for personal reason, as we all have opinions on certain things. bc, yeah, you can love something, or someone, and still be logically critical about it or them.

anyway, here’s where my interpretation differs…

as per stated on my rules: i take inspiration for tony from multiple sources, including the mcu, marvel comics, the television show: avengers assemble, and my own personal headcanons. TONY IS ALSO ASIAN (SPECIFICALLY CHINESE) AMERICAN!!

i will admit that saying this isn’t particularly helpful if people don’t know, specifically, where i differ in terms of my interpretation of our dumbass genius. some of this info is scattered about on my blog, but here, it’s all consolidated into one post.

chen kun is my face claim, and i do use stuff from tony’s story from the mcu as a base. however, there are events and moments from the movies, that i selectively ignore due to personal preference; and then i build on top of my foundation with ideas, themes, and/or events from other sources such as the aforementioned sources listed above.

throwing this all under a read more because, like i said: exhaustive list. very. very. very fucking long. i’m serious– read at your own risk.

howard stark was an extremely abusive and absent father for all of tony’s childhood; tony did actively seek attention and approval from howard because he was rather aware of how famous he was and wanted the acceptance and validation from his dad; there wasn’t much shown in the mcu regarding his relationship with his father, but my inspiration for his father-son relationship comes from the comics;

an example of his verbal abuse: “you don’t want to be a sissy, now do you? stark men are made of iron!” (Iron Man, 1968);

an example of early exposure to alcohol: at age five, howard forced a drink into tony’s hand (which he did drink), stating that it would teach him “to be a man,” and that it’d “put hair on your chest” (Iron Man, 1968);

yes, this means that tony ‘forgiving’ howard in endgame is completely chucked out the window;

tony loses his parents the night of december 16, 1996 (not 12/16/1991), at the age of seventeen;

jarvis, the family butler, was more of a father to tony than howard ever was, and yes, this is why he names his first fully-functioning AI system jarvis;

tony was close with his mother, maria; she was his safehouse, and she taught him to be gentle and loving, and she also taught him the piano, which tony still periodically practices during his own time in private. in an avengers assemble episode, there is a piano in the tower that tony protects twice, which i reckon is because it has connections to his past with maria;

tony ain’t an old grandpa. i don’t see him being older than, like, 35–40 in the present time for my writing (chen kun is 44). this comes from comic and avengers assemble inspiration, which has been fairly ambiguous since they never mention his age. for plotting purposes in the mcu though, yes, he can be like 42–52 if needed.

tony is, by default, single unless otherwise stated. the reason for this is simply because i’m not big on tony / pepper in the mcu, and it’s not because i don’t like pepper (i love her as a character as an individual), but i just saw that the way they were written (so, this, yes, blames the mcu writers) was completely trash; they sort of redeemed it in endgame, but... in general, they had a lot of potential but then some writing choices pretty much ruined the ship for me;

this means that morgan does not exist unless otherwise specified and discussed, though i do enjoy the concert of tony being a dad to his own kid and breaking that cycle of howard’s shitty parenting;

i’m going to be as honest and transparent as i can: i do, for certain, love writing stevetony. they’re my primary ship. not simply in mcu dynamics, but from the comics and avengers assemble. however, like some can attest to, i will never force a ship on anyone. if you express no interest in them romantically? that’s fine. we can write them simply as good friends and comrades. i won’t stop writing or plotting with you if you don’t like them in a romantic dynamic. if you do like it that way? cool. i know it might be intimidating to discuss this given i look like complete trash for them, but i never choose who i will/will not write with based on whether we ship or not;

tony, publicly, hints toward being bisexual and biromantic a lot of the time as he’ll practically flirt with anyone at all times, but he never really openly admits it due to his oh-so ancient internalized homophobia (thank you for that one, howard and societal expectations of the time);

justin hammer is a long time rival in the industry, and often meddles with tony and his work all the time. it’s nothing new. the lack of foundation established in IM2 doesn’t provide much insight into their relationship. long story short (taken from avengers assemble): hammer is a punk bitch who’s jealous and tony is tired of him and will gladly beat his ass any day of the week whenever he drives a tank into his front door (which happens more often than not).

tony is fantastic with children. he loves getting to interact with children because he knows how excited they are to see him and/or iron man (seen in both the mcu and in the comics). this type of attention he’s okay about. if he can inspire children to do good things and be good people and be heroes in their own right, then he’s doing his job;

tony fosters the intelligence and dreams of bright individuals all the time by offering scholarships for high school graduates and post-secondary students, and also provides internship opportunities (equal opportunities regardless of race, sex, gender, religion, disability status, age, etc.)

we only see this occur with peter and harley in the mcu, but there are other kids— like riri williams! tony sees these kids for the bright minds that they have and he wants to help them and keep them safe as he knows these are the brains of the future.

let me run over iron man 3. like i said, i ignore some shit from the movies. tony doesn’t initiate the clean slate protocol, he doesn’t throw the arc reactor into the ocean, and he doesn’t remove the arc reactor from his chest. he will get surgery to get the shrapnel removed because if i were the follow the pain that comes with the comics, tony would literally be always on the verge of death at all times, requiring a chest plate to be recharged constantly to make sure the shrapnel doesn’t get closer– see? that’s a lot and i’m... lazy.

the reason for those choices are simple: clean slate protocol undoes his character progression;

the arc reactor is just a part of him as a person, stands as his heart;

avengers movie nights, (video/board) game nights, and training days exist and you will never be able to pry that out of my hands. tony always shows up fashionably late with coffee and pays for when shit gets broken by thor. team building exercises exist plenty within avengers assemble, including the fact that they share chores and decides who gets to do the next load of laundry from whoever chooses the short stick from the bunch.

tony has had anxiety and depression since he was a child. it just didn’t really flare up and get identified as a real, tangible mess of emotions and thoughts until he’d been kidnapped (and nearly died, at that). it got worse when he failed to address it until after IM3. into the present-day, tony deals with anxiety, depression, and PTSD all the time, but has improved (…sort of) when it comes to handling all of it, and certainly has grown to recognize similar symptoms in the people he cares about;

on another hand, tony has displayed symptoms of ADHD, but it’s not officially diagnosed, and some of these symptoms include, but are not limited to: hyperactivity (staying awake for days on end) and hyperfocus (hyper-focus on work), distractible (easily distracted when he’s not focused on something), rambling (talks a lot and often makes rather intuitive connections due to how busy his brain functions), impulsivity and recklessness (self explanatory), constant need to move around and/or do something (in meetings, he will be moving somehow, whether it’s tapping fingers or feet, or shifting around in his seat);

there are days where he feels inferior due to how human he knows he is (in comparison to most of his team), and other days, he feels as though he’s more machine than he is man. these feelings fluctuate depending on how he’s doing with his mental health, and/or if he hears and/or sees anything about him that points toward either idea;

there is always overwhelming guilt for those he can’t keep safe or people that die; tony doesn’t like to kill anybody (unless it’s robots, because… they’re robots, not human lives); though, if pushed far enough with no other choice, he will throw conventional morality out the window for the sake of protecting all that he believes to be for the good of the world;

tony isn’t jacked. he isn’t captain america fit, but he isn’t particularly thin, either. his body is sort of like a runner’s build (for visuals, refer to valerio schiti’s comic art of tony). i interpret tony’s body as a slight bit slimmer. he exercises, and being in the suit also is its own form of exercise. god forbid we discuss his eating habits, though. and–– he also isn’t short short, but he isn’t tall, either. he sits at 5’10”, which might be a little below the average male, but that’s about it.

speaking of eating habits, simply put: tony can’t cook for shit and that’s it. he’ll try to cook for his significant others’ on the occasion, but he can’t be blamed if he burns everything.

tony isn’t ‘woke’ or perfect, as it’s imperative to remember he grew up as rich and with financial and some social class privilege (since he was rich), despite the abuse and harassment he experienced during his youth. it’s taken him time to recognize this, and he realizes it really doesn’t cost anything to be a better person, which is why he tries to be better when it comes to his tone of voice when discussing certain topics he has no authority to be speaking of, and by taking action with simple manual labour when it comes to chores (so he doesn’t hire other people to do shit for him). he also knows he can’t be a man of ‘all bark and no bite’ when it comes to supporting people and causes, hence why he actively advocates for female and youth empowerment through both words and actions.

in regards to ca:cw events, i would prefer to ignore them. for specific-plotting purposes, this can be dropped, but i prefer the events of avengers assemble when it comes to ‘civil war’. it’s actually really simple:

tony was not honest about his intentions with the team regarding a robot that was initially made for him by howard, which ended up with an ultron reboot that nearly risked loads of civilian lives and the team’s lives;

steve confronted tony about it when they returned back to avengers tower. with tony’s insistence that everything was now fine, steve decided to resign due to tony’s dishonesty and lack of trust in the team;

this splits the team in half, where steve takes— well, they decided to leave since they didn't like tony's lack of honesty— natasha, the hulk, and the falcon to work under SHIELD as the ‘secret avengers,’ and tony, clint, and thor remain as leftover avengers (later with the addition of ant-man and temporarily, spider-man, in some missions);

in the end, they all join back together after learning to appreciate their differences and reconciling under the fact that there wouldn’t be any more secrets that could risk the world, and the team’s safety;

if i am to follow the events of the mcu— between ca:cw and infinity war, he develops nanotech for his armour, which is embedded into his very skin to accommodate for nanobots, which interacts via neural transmissions (visuals here);

tony recognizes that he lost his temper and let his emotions get to him in the moment, which fucked up shit that could’ve been talked through and fixed;

tony is an alcoholic. he recognizes that he always will be, though he’s always working toward sobriety. he certainly relapses every so often when things are rough and he feels as if he has no other options, but he’s aware that relapsing is part of the process of recovery. he has attended AA meetings (alcoholics anonymous), and has been AA sponsors for people in the past;

to skim through the events of infinity war and endgame should these be part of the things you’re curious about (this is getting really long and i’m sure you’re tired of reading this—how have you gotten this far?):

after returning from space, tony took a few months (~ five) to recover from those three months of malnutrition, dehydration, and the wound of thanos’ stab. tony sealed the front of his injury, but he sure as hell wasn’t seen dealing with the back end. during this time, he’s able to regain some muscle mass;

he lives on his own, retreating to the cabin to escape from the responsibilities of being a fallen hero who ultimately failed the people he was supposed to protect.

during the five year gap, he keeps in contact with the other avengers, but very rarely. they’re the only ones who know where he lives;

like i said— tony does not say any of that forgiving bullcrap to howard. victims of abuse don’t have to forgive their abuser, parent or not. let’s just imagine the entire interaction didn’t happen at all;

tony doesn’t die;

he used the infinity stones; but, to maintain consistency with what the mcu established w/ thanos: he sustained significant damage to his right arm, up to the shoulder and neck. it’s gravely scarred. the overall function of that arm also diminished greatly. vision out of his right eye is not as sharp as it once was, either;

a year of recovery and physiotherapy later, tony decides to amputate and go for a prosthetic. he works with shuri and wakandan tech to build an arm;

despite the end of the looming, world-ending thread, tony still battles resurfacing trauma. not every day is happy, but he is working toward recovery. there are days he doesn’t remember chunks of what happened due to the power of the infinity stones; sometimes, he doesn’t even want to remember it, anyway;

tony retires. sort of. for the most part. if the world really needs iron man, he’ll be there;

tony may have handed CEO-ship to pepper, but he still handles a lot of work for stark industries, and that’s what he primarily does post-endgame.

the multiverse and realm-traveling happens a-fucking-lot 

[boredguz]

As promised, here's the translation of my first post:

As my mandatory field rotation comes to an end, I'm still reflecting on the kind of physician/person I was when I came, who I am now, and who I'll be when I return. And, just as promised by this kind of life stages, all those personality changes and tunings come catalyzed by unique experiences, with varying levels of trauma.

No doubt, many of the events that'll stay engraved in my memory long after Ixmiquilpan dust leaves my shoes happened on May the 31st, while on Sunday call day.

The scene couldn't be more perfect: two nurse students on their very first practical learning (with no RN to supervise them due to lack of personnel, such are the rules of places like this), whose will to learn and help matched their nervousness, one Emergency medicine resident, one Family medicine resident, and the ER full of the regular crowd of late pregnant women, diabetic people with more faith on the family friends than common sense, elder people that tried to pull out a Tarzan and stumped upon gravity, and (cherry on the shake) an 8-month baby with aspiration pneumonitis (because, of course, every 8 month old know how to chew and swallow tortillas, this one just got distracted for a second).

It was on this scenario where ocurred an epic episode of a late first-pregnant whose placenta, otherwise well placed, decided to fill an unannounced divorce of the body; and a whole swarm of nurses (who responded the call from inpatient care), physicians and family members struggled to identify the fetal heartbeat (wich we saw fall from a happy 140 to an ominous 65), bandage, catheterize and (most sacred of the sacred) fill up the patient's paperwork for an "it was 2 minutes ago and it was too late" c-section. Heavens be praised, the outstanding surgical and intern team managed to get ahead the binomial (APGAR score: 1/5/8).

Not even 90 minutes after this, and not even 10 after gladly hearing the situation's outcome, we found ourselves again in saturation, with an increasing patients line and struggling to tell real from felt urgencies, thinking than nothing crazier could happen...

And then we heard it

The unmistakable sound of someone running while pushing a wheelchair, joined by two (male amd female) voices begging for help. Looking to the entrance, I couldn't help the mental comparison with those Pulitzer winning photos that went around the world on war times: a half-aged man, with a vacant gaze, reflecting an indescribable pain that kept him semi-connected to reality, half his face burned and bloodied, with his pants torn and scorched and his left upper limb enveloped with a makeshift tourniquet made out of his hoodie.

It wasn't the horrific vision, however, what made me turn my face... It was the smell; an almost obscene impact that, even cushioned by my (extremely protective) KN95 mask, flooded my nostrils: blackpowder and brimstone. That gave us a good idea of what we'd find upon uncovering the hidden limb.

Inmediately we jumped to action: exposing the patient, removing and cutting unnecessary fabric, identifying wounds, telling (in temple, yet firm voices) to our young nurses how much SC buprenorfin give, what solutions use for the IV, how to prepare the opioid infusion; getting someone to clean and prepare one of the (recently vacant) observation beds to put the wounded man... Once his pain got a little less infernal, we proceeded to expose the major damage caused for the explosion: the biggest identifiable structure was a shard of bone (I still can't decide if it was radius or ulna) approximately 10cm long, located way up and... Transversal than it should be. Everything else... Was a mole of blood, muscle, tendons and powder. Not even a trace of what should have been the hand.

One of the biggest disgraces of the times we're living is that, when many units became CoViD centres, we lost our support units for non-insured patients (in this case: Traumatology and Orthopedics); situation that our weekend surgeon -the kind that is very scarce now, the kind You have to convince of not performing, instead of having to beg for a consultation- was aware of, and tried, by his own means, to get a consultation, an external transfer, any light to guide the way. Meanwhile, me and my partner centered ourselves on stabilize the wound and stop it from bleeding, while trying to keep our nurses from freak out: "E, go get 2 compresses packs and iodine; I, get X buprenorfin on Y of saline solution, and bring cast and wadding, we'll make a ferule". I have to say: they performed wonderfully, despite their obvious nausea.

As expected, there wasn't a single chance of transfering the patient, and, given his clinical status and the explosion aftermath, there was an only option: amputation. Our surgeon, showing some pretty good (and scarce in this times) humanity and empathy, talked to the relatives (brother and wife) and explained the situation to them, heard their doubts and grieves, and assured them that everything would be done the best possible way. Yo to that point, the man had a ferule, was dressed, in bed, efectively calmed and aware of the situation.

Almost like a perfectly timed stage, our lab manager appeared with the study results that were delivered one hour earlier, as well as the papers showing 3 blood units ready for use. We had green light. Less than 5 minutes later, with informed consents signed, he entered the operating room.

I fell on a chair, and let go a long, relieved, tired breath; I couldn't believe the events that I had just partake of. I felt amazed by the power of teamwork and the compromise of everyone involved. How we turned a disaster into an orderly directed situation with a clear course and resolution, how two nurseblasts, still shaky, were up to the emotional (and gastrointestinal) challenge, and followed instructions and were decisive. Breathe taken, I told them: "well, let's continue with the others, let's check vital signs..."

At that very moment, a woman who had witnessed everything from the door broke in, upset, demanding immediate attention because "you've taken too much time", for her (20 years old) "poor little boy" that had "serious internal wounds" after tripping and hitting his abdomen with a rock 3 hours earlier... It was a painless 2cm bruise...

[littlemulattokitten]

Dating App Conundrums

Alright so I’ve been planning to do this for a while, and may make a thing out of it just to chronicle the adventure from single to hopefully not, but who knows. 

Basically I decided to research a few dating apps and try them out, since I’m the type of person who’s content to stay home, but also only likes going out with a friend or small group (not alone) - therefore my chances of meeting people are probably in the negatives without dating services like the ones I’m currently on.

This post will probably end up being both a review of some of these apps as well as a master shitpost detailing the adventures of a straight female attempting to find a straight male to date online. And I know Tumblr well enough that at least half the people who read this will have yet another reason to be proud of their not straight orientation. Because good fucking lord the nonsense I’ve seen.

Storytime begins below the cut. This isn’t going to be short. That’s your warning. It will probably be funny at some points though. It’s funny to live it, at least. And I may break it into parts, Idk yet.

Let’s get a few things out of the way first.

Until this experiment, I’d never used dating apps ever. I knew of them. Hated them on principle (dislike them even more now, but we’ll get into that later) and wanted nothing to do with them. I knew a few people who were happily married to a Match.com or OKCupid match but aside from that – I’d never even downloaded Tinder like everyone else I knew in HS and college.

I haven’t actually dated anyone since my first semester of college. On purpose. I broke off my engagement to my elementary school sweetheart (thankfully we are still good friends and our friendship recovered from that near disaster) and I just wanted to focus on myself for a while.

The small handful of relationships I have had that lasted longer than 6 months taught me a lot about what I want in my ideal mate. The one or two less-than-6-months-barely-relationships I had in high school taught me A LOT about what I will never put up with from people.

My “type” isn’t reflective of my dating history. I’ve gotten to the point with these apps where I’m combining their shallow-indorsing metrics with my own personal preferences. Basically going through an aesthetic checklist then scanning through their profile to see if the actual person is equally pretty.

Spoiler, I have to swipe left A LOT.

I’m a very particular person. I’m very introverted and I hate when someone makes conversation harder than it has to be. I can hold a conversation. I just refuse to be the only one putting effort into it. (This makes more sense later)

I’m beyond fed up with dating app culture but my perfect or close enough to perfect guy has gotta exist so most of my accounts will remain I fucking guess.

I’m not necessarily looking for Mr. Forever. I’ll gladly keep him if I find him, but I’m also not looking for a relationship that I know will be temporary. I don’t do things by halves. I want something solid, whether it lasts forever or not depends on a lot of things.

I CAN’T EMOTIONALLY MULTITASK. I can really only give one person my full interest and attention at a time, which doesn’t bode well for these apps bc you gotta be able to bounce form one to the next no matter how excited you were about someone. These apps fucking suck.

Okay. Now let’s begin properly.

I started with Bumble. Yes. I know. Introverted female starting on a dating app that requires her to make the first move. That can’t go badly right.

I damn near have a panic attack every time I get a match I stg. Anyway.

I was skeptical at first. I’m not huge on people knowing a lot about me from the outset (or I wasn’t - i give so much less of a fuck now bc it makes almost no difference on these things) so my profile was pretty threadbare and cold. Now, a few weeks later, my profile is an efficient snapshot with a splash of Slytherin “Don’t fucking test me.”

Did I mention I’m an INTJ Scorpio? Yeah my entire approach is gonna scream that and my Hogwarts house, just you wait.

Round 1 ~ Bumble 🐝🍯

Okay so Bumble is interesting. For those who don’t know, it’s basically Beehive-Themed Tinder except for heterosexual couples, the lady has to initiate conversation. (Either party in a same sex match can message first) She has 24 hours from the point where her and a fella have “matched” to do so, then he has 24 hours to respond and seal the match – ending the time limits.

Bumble also gives you a rough estimate of how far away someone is sometimes. I’ve read articles about how bumble’s location estimate feature has ruined relationships forged through bumble and generally turned women into paranoid psychos over matches. Can. Fucking. Confirm. It’s the most annoying thing ever. Why?

Android vs Apple. That’s literally why.

The way Bumble’s location service is supposed to work is that everytime you open the app, it updates your location based on your phone or computer’s location. As far as I can tell, that’s exactly how it works on my android phone.

Apple users. Y’all are a problem. Not because I give a shit about your iPhone, I don’t give a shit do you ffs, but IOS location permissions can allow apps to update your location without the app being open.

Reread that for me.

Without. The app. Being. Open.

Which basically means if you match checks your profile, they can tell whether you’re where you were when they swiped right (say, 26 miles away) versus, oh idfk, a whole state or two away.

Real specific example I know. Why? Because I ended up unmatching a guy I REALLY wanted to get to know better because of it.

Though, to be fair, guys are really lax about how they behave on these apps in my opinion, which is a bigger problem than the stupid IOS setting.

Allow me to explain.

Dating App Etiquette 

It barely exists, but it should. Here’s the thing. On these apps, you basically swipe right on a pretty face and left on one you’re not interested in waking up to in the morning or sitting on. I’m only being half funny here. I’m convinced people use dating apps more for hookups than their intended purpose. Which, whatever, but for fuck’s sake make BumbleHookup. There’s BumbleDating, DumbleFriends, and BumbleNetwork or whatever. Just make BumbleDTF so we can filter these people out already.

BACK TO THE SINFULLY ATTRACTIVE AND INTERESTING DUDE I UNMATCHED

I’m still kinda peeved about this. In part at myself, but also just in general.

Most people seem to treat Bumble like Tinder. They don’t fill out their profile hardly at all. Have less than 3 pictures, have pictures that make it unclear who’s profile it is, or – my least favorite thing that is almost 100% regional – THEY REALLY FUCKING THINK A PICTURE OF THEM IN SUNGLASSES HOLDING A FUCKING FISH THEY JUST CAUGHT IS ATTRACTIVE. IT IS NOT. THAT’S NOT WHAT THE PICTURES ARE FOR. JUST SAY YOU LIKE TO FISH IN YOUR FUCKING PROFILE BECAUSE IF I HAVE TO LOOK AT ONE MORE MOTHER FUCKING FISH-

I’ve seen a lot of fish in the last few weeks. Like. So many that I’m basically auto swiping left if someone’s profile has less than 4 pictures and one or more contains a stupid fucking fish.

LOOK AT MY FUCKING USERNAME. LITTLEMULATTOKITTEN. IF A SELF-IDENTIFYING CAT TRAPPED IN A HUMANS BODY SAYS THERE’S TOO MANY FUCKING FISH – THERE ARE TOO MANY MOTHER FUCKING FISH.

I can guarantee this won’t be my last fish rant. You don’t understand how many fucking fish I’ve seen.

BUT THIS GUY DIDN’T HAVE ANY FISH IN HIS PROFILE.

So he already had my fucking attention. He was also startlingly handsome – not in a oh you exist off puss and nothing else there’s no other way someone as pretty as you with a penis could exist – but like “Oh. I’d…really like to look at that forever and sit on it if you’ll let me please.”

NOT ONLY DID I FIND HIM THAT ATTRACTIVE BUT HE SWIPED RIGHT ON ME TOO AND READ ENOUGH OF MY PROFILE TO ASK ME A QUESTION FROM THE LOWER HALF OF IT.

I was freaking the fuck out excited.

And frankly the odds of him seeing this are so fucking low that I’ll go ahead and tell you some specifics about the short convo we had, but nothing that could lead anyone back to him obviously.

He’d lived in my home state. First thing he asked was which city I was from. Then he guessed, claiming that guess was based off a beanie I was wearing in my second to last (I think) image available on my profile.

He’d lived in my home CITY. Which means he was familiar with the CULTURE. And would probably GET ME MORE THAN MOST GUYS IN MY AREA.

He worked in an industry/field I knew about and had almost gone into myself.

He was so fucking attractive. I have yet to come across someone who checked ever preliminary shallow box on my want list.

Biceps. Listen. We’re all a little shallow. Biceps do to me what ass and tiddy do to some guys. It’s one of the few really fucking strong visual things I have, followed by dark hair and blue eyes. But he was something of a gym rat, for sure, and I’d gladly torture myself at the gym if that man was going to be in my line of sight at all during the process.

Seriously. I’ve never seen someone who didn’t look like they had to be famous or an alien that made me go “He’s so pretty I want to cry.” EVER. I WANT TO CRY THINKING ABOUT IT BECAUSE WE’RE NOT MATCHED ANYMORE.

And last but not least – like almost every fucking match I’ve ever made, I could count his replies on one hand before he went radio silent.

So, how does this relate to that location issue, you may ask.

Because I didn’t fucking know that Bumble could update your location on some devices without you opening the app.

There’s no online/activity indicator for Bumble except their location updating. Which, when you’re really excited to get to know someone and they suddenly vanish, but they’re more likely than not still online, you might start to feel like you’ve been put on hold.

Life stuff, yes, makes sense, I get it. But these apps have push notifications (which can be buggy) and if you’ve matched with someone, odds are you’re interested enough to check back on occasion (unless you aren’t). So it quickly became a worry game.

Because, like I said, I can’t just say “I’m excited about you, but I’ll keep browsing”. I don’t work that way. Unless I’m not excited about someone, then yeah I’ll keep scatter-shotting. But if I’m not excited to get to know someone why the fuck would I swipe right.

Anyway. After a few days of silence, I was disappointed and getting bitter and the few proverbial bones I’d thrown him had gone unanswered. I knew I was overthinking it and letting my own insecurities get to me a bit, but at the end of the day, there’s a few general courtesies that should exist in online dating culture that don’t.

Why people are afraid or hesitant to say they’re too busy to respond much in their profiles is beyond me. Some guys have the right idea announcing that they’re bad at checking the app and offering their snapchat or telling matches to ask for it.

But even if you’re testing the waters with another match, we’re all on this app for the same fucking reason. Say so. I’m not the kind of person who will need to, because I don’t operate that way on these apps, but I would. Because if that person is really bothered by you finding out if you’re more compatible with someone you matched with prior to them, that tells you something about them.

Would I have been disappointed if that had been the case with this guy? Yeah, kinda. I probably would have felt like his second choice at best, even if he’d come back to chatting with me. But that’s how these fucking apps are designed. Buckle up or unmatch. Fuck your emotions and self-esteem.

I unmatched for my sanity, because that happened a few days into this whole experiment and I wasn’t on any other sites yet. I wasn’t really prepared to deal with this whole thing yet and I didn’t know what to expect. I felt like shit and decided that if he showed up in my feed again, maybe I’d super swipe him (paid extra special right swipe that tells them you REALLY like their face and whatever) but I still don’t know what I’ll do if he does. 

Lowkey hoping it was all a misunderstanding and whatever but like, not at all holding out for that because what are the fucking odds.

And again, my disappointment stems mostly from the fact that I was really excited to get to know him. The idea of finding someone on this stupid app in less than a week who wasn’t forcing his fish pictures in my face, would absolutely be the type of person to encourage my own wellness goals, and who was obviously smart because of his career path, was such an exciting thought. If we’d hit it off and gotten along really well, I’d have been so many levels of shocked and overwhelmingly happy that I just don’t know what I’d do.

When someone who looks like they’re 100% your type actually reads your profile and swipes right – you get excited. I was really excited. I’m still a little sad/disappointed, but I’m basically over it.

Other Misc. Things I’ve Learned On Bumble and other Dating Apps As a Relationship Seeking User

Take every profile with a grain of salt unless it’s so blatantly straightforward. And then still toss a pinch in.

The pretty pretty pretty buff boys who look like their players but their profiles claim they want a relationship? Odds are still players. They will try to convince you there’s 10 inches in their pants. They clearly aren’t smart enough to know that’s biologically uncomfortable for females and the best way to end up in the emergency room with a ruined cervix so don’t even swipe right. They’ll just ask for nudes.

People who use dating sites have some odd, hive mind fixation with The Office.

“Jim looking for his Pam” is in most profiles. I’m not sure why. References to The Office or mentions of The Office are about as common as all the stupid fucking fish.

I live in the wrong part of the country to find guys I’m actually going to share interests with. Just wait until I tell you about my experience so far on OK Cupid. I literally won’t find anyone where I live unless they’re from somewhere culturally similar to where I was born and are willing to move back with me. Because I am not fucking staying in the land of the god damn fish forever.

Most people don’t look at religion and politics like I do. Which is “You do you, I’ll do me, we won’t talk about it and we can peacefully do each other.” I don’t fucking care if your politics contradict mine if that’s the only thing we have not in common. Just make it a blacklisted subject and don’t let one frankly insignificant difference of opinion ruin an entire relationship or potential relationship. And same with religion. I’m not even a little religious. I don’t care if my future husband is unless it’s in my face constantly, he tries to “convert me”, get me to go to church with him, or some other blatant disrespect of my own religious standing. You worship whatever you want. I’ll right fanfiction about magic demon princes fucking their human-born demon queen every which way to Sunday. If religion is that big of a fucking deal for you, be upfront about it. Most people are in their bios. Either way, I’m really fucking sick of people who put too much weight into these two things like they actually decide how compatible you are with someone unless you let them.

I fucking hate fish.

Dating apps need more filters and ways to narrow down searches. 90% of the filters already present are shallow as all hell. What’s a few more.

Primarily let me filter out a few NAMES. This sounds super picky, but I have a really big family. 7 uncles. Over 20 cousins including the few cousins of mine who have kids. There’s a few names that would just be weird and awkward for me to associate with a significant other. If I could filter out my stepdad’s first name (which is disgustingly common but still), my biological father’s name, and a few of my uncle’s names, that’d be fucking swell. You already let me filter by religion and race. Let me filter out some fucking names damnit.

And there have to be people who have traumatic associations with names too like?????

The Office is a funny, good show and all but WHY IS EVERYONE ON THESE APPS FUCKING OBSESSED WITH IT THE WAY I’M OBSESSED WITH HARRY POTTER. I’VE SEEN IT. IT’S NOT **THAT** FUCKING FUNNY. SOMEONE EXPLAIN.

YOU HOLDING A DEAD FISH ISN’T FUCKING ATTRACTIVE SIR. THIS ISN’T THE SHAPE OF WATER. SHOW ME YOUR FACE NOT YOUR FISH.

The dating apps that are probably actually worth using all require a paid subscription.

There’s no real way to advertise that you find sex and physical intimacy very important in a relationship without making yourself sound like a cock-thirsty whore. Not that there’s anything wrong with it, you do you, but I’m looking for someone to be a slut FOR, I’m not one already and I dislike not being able to be upfront about that without being profiled or attracting fuckboys.

WHY CAN I NOT FILTER OUT PROFILES THAT CONTAIN IMAGES OF FISH

STOP WITH THE FUCKING FISH COUNTRY BOYS. ARE YOU LOOKING FOR A GIRLFRIEND OR SOMEONE TO KEEP TRACK OF YOUR TACKLEBOX? AND DON’T TELL ME THAT’S THE SAME THING, MY FAMILY IS COUNTRY. IT AIN’T THE SAME FUCKING THING. ALL THAT FISH TELLS ME IS THAT YOU’RE PROBABLY COMPENSATING FOR SOMETHING.

Judging by the few fish-fucks with their profiles filled out at all – they’re compensating for personality.

With how shallow the filters on these sites are, just go ahead and fucking add eye color, hair, etc. Seriously. If you’re gonna let me be shallow enough to only pick men of a certain ethnicity, and religion, you may as fucking well let me see if I can find a guy with blue eyes, biceps, dark hair, non religious, who doesn’t want kids without reading every fucking profile I come across.

There are way more guys on these sites who want or think they want children some day. This baffles me. But then again my primary reason for not wanting children is pregnancy and giving birth which wouldn’t be their problem so of course they want them.

I just need to auto left-swipe if I see a fish. These apps are shallow anyway. Do not make a fucking fishing joke just because I said shallow.

OK Cupid has a better matching system than Bumble and such, but it’s still irritating as all hell. You can’t choose question categories that are more important. So if I see a 91% match, but he has no sex questions filled out or our sexual compatibility is like…50%...that’s not REALLY a 91% match for me. Let me mark 2 or 3 question categories as priority for fucks sake.

The bulk of guys on these apps fall into 2 categories (for me anyway) – Not enough giveadamn to explain their presence on the site & thank u, next.

Online dating is disappointing as fuck.

I’m seriously going to lose my mind if I can’t get away from the fucking fish pictures. ENOUGH. I GET IT. I NEED TO MOVE.

Seriously – I. Need. To. Move. Back. Home. I am not meant for this part of the country. These good ole boys are meant for someone but it ain’t me and my family is fucking country. I’ve been fishing, ridden 4-wheelers, made shit out of wood for shits and giggles, helped my grandparents in the garden, eaten deer my grandfather or uncles hunted and prepared, helped chop wood, ridden in the bed of a truck, etc etc etc. But ya bitch has lifestyle goals that only include mud at scheduled times. We can go camping, but we should also go out to dinner sometimes and go clubbing or dancing other times.

I was not born with this ass to settle for a man who looks like an angel and acts like one too. Why is no one non-ironically blunt about their sexual preferences?  You cannot convince me that the majority of men lack strong opinions on this subject. SERIOUSLY. IT IS 2019 NOT 1619. God DAMNIT. You’re on a DATING SITE. THAT’S AN ASPECT OF RELATIONSHIPS THAT CAN MAKE OR BREAK THEM. BE STRAIGHTFORWARD.

It’s not even actually about sharing every interest. I don’t give a shit if he doesn’t like Harry Potter much. If he’s annoyed by the level I like it, yeah that’s an issue. Otherwise, be supportive and kind about that kinda shit. That’s all I’m asking for. That’s how I am in return.

I make shit with yarn, write off the wall fanfiction, have a lot of sexual interests I don’t usually broadcast, and don’t understand how dating sites are still this ineffective in 2019.

This is super long already so I’m gonna save the other apps for a separate installment if this one is enjoyed or whatever. Jesus. These apps, guys.

Apps I still need to talk about that probably won’t require this many words each – Hinge, Coffee Meets Bagel, OkCupid (OkC might need a few thousand words).

I’ll probably look into some other niche dating sites too because at this point, what the fuck ever - I just wanna meet someone back home or willing to move back home with me who fits some reasonable criteria parameters. And I’m not even as picky as half the profiles I’ve seen, lemme tell ya. I’m just fucking opinionated. And beyond sick of this experiment already.

Sigh.

If I ever see a fish again it’ll be too soon. Bet the first profile picture on my bumble dash later will be another fucking fish though.

Those who expressed interest: @accio-echo  |  @infallibleangel  | @aconitumluparia  and those who liked are my followers so you’ll see it. This post is so long my browser is bugging out with tags or I’d tag you all too.