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strawberrymochin · 8 months ago

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"satoru, let down the infinity.....I'm sorry yk." You look at him with your half lidded eyes. You hand pressing onto the invisible barrier of atmospheric pressure build by gojo's curse technique.

Satoru gojo was mad at you. A rare occurrence in the household. He had a scowling face since last week, refusing to talk to you, to the point he's even avoiding to look at you. It was kinda your fault though, forgetting the day he was supposed to come back after dealing with a long mission.

You just happened to run out of veggies, and needed to run errands for the fushiguros bentos, and while shopping you just got a bit carried away— only a bit— and continued to hop in the mall for another three hours. When you came home you found the door unlocked and a fuming satoru waiting for an explanation for why you didn't answer any of his messages.

"Ahh, toru sorry, i kinda forgot you were coming back today........" Since then he has been giving you silent treatment, not even letting down his infinity to hug you.

However, today you decided you need to apologise.....and a make up with him. Thus you came up with —

Gojo gulped as his eyes travel down your small frame. Prepped up in a red lingerie, laced tight around your curves, with small bows attached to it.

— an apology gift.

you plump ass full on view, so does your tits. Fuck he thought to himself, how can he refuse when you're like this infront of him. Even if you didn't wore that lingerie, he would have had the same effect. You were just too precious. He was mad on you, but staying away from you blinded by his ego was painful— even more painful than you confessing that you forgot the day of his return.

"Toru," you voice trickled down like honey, slow and sweet, lacing with his jumbled thoughts, " lemme make it up to you," he could feel his dick getting harder and harder inside his pants, that's how you had control over him, which even you were unaware of— he could just cum from listening to your voice.

"Lemme love you." The barrier weakened enough to let your hand graze on his chest, till it was down completely.

You push him on the bed swiftly pushing your hair out of the way, kneeling down as he raises his torso, with his help of forearms.

Your hands unbuckled his belt, lowering down the bunch of fabric separating you from him. His shaft springs out, warm and hard, blossoming with his glossy slick. Gojo lets out a breathy moan as you grab hold of his cock, massaging it, as you brush the pad of your thumb on his tip, causing it to twitch letting out more of his precum.

You look up to him, his jaw slight open, eyes clouded with lust, as his breath keeps hitching on your subtle movements. You kiss the crown of his cock, not breaking eye contact with him. You knew his tip was more sensitive as more of his precum leaked out, and you didn't knew if you were high or this was lowkey your kink, which you discovered just today, there was a sudden urge within you— you grazed the tip of his cock, still leaking precum, on your lips, as if applying a lip gloss.

You slipped his cock between your lips, keeping your teeth out of way, about to give him a proper "apology" blowjob but before you could do so, you felt something hot and creamy overflowing your mouth, enough load to make you gag and choke till his substance mixed with your spit , drooled from the corner of your mouth.

"Haaa–ahh....hmmhmh....mmh" He came just from you drawing your lips over his tip. His face was all flustered, chest heaving, and you didn't even start properly.

Swallowing his load, you try to pull back, when you are suddenly stopped by a hand tangling its fingers in your raven locks. Satoru let's out a breathy moan, trying to grip his composure.

"Do you forgive me now toru?"

"Not yet."

"Then?" You frown.

"Milk me and I might consider that."

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sunflowerhae · 4 months ago

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Ch. 23 The Big One™️

Do you answer the door, do you not answer the door? Do you answer the door, do you not answer the door?

To be honest, you were too scared to even go NEAR the door, what with the person on the other side pounding on it at 9 in the morning. You had just gotten back from Jaehyun’s house and looked like a hot mess. What if it was Giselle on the other side, ready to ream you a new one for ditching her last night at a party SHE invited you to (god you really needed to apologize properly)? What if it was Jaehyun ready to demand where you ran off to - as if he even has your new address?

You felt sick. All morning you’ve felt sick, right from the moment you woke up in an unknown bed, with a stranger laying next to you. Sure, you dated Jaehyun only three years ago, but three years is enough time to turn even our closest friends into strangers. The minute you woke up and saw the sleeping boy who you once found beautiful, you couldn’t stop the silent tears from rolling down your face. God, what would haechan think of you? Sure, he didn’t know about jaehyun quite yet, but that doesn’t mean he couldn’t be disappointed - it couldn’t mean you can’t feel bad. And boy, do you feel bad. Even if haechan doesn’t see you like you see him, you cant help but feel like you cheated on him. Maybe it’s delusion, but you don’t care - you inadvertently hurt him but hurting yourself.

You were thankful you could just sweep this all under the rug, right after you give your friends SOME form of explanation for ditching Giselle last night, and it didn’t hurt to put on a brave front for them and pretend you were proud of yourself - just for your own dignity. You won’t see jaehyun again, but at the very least you can make it seem like you used him and left him just like he did you - would they be proud of you then? Definitely not after you realize you sent it not just to your friends, but to HAECHAN and his friends too.

Lord kill you know.

Maybe it’s for the best. Maybe by showing haechan that you can also like someone else, it will help you get this silly fantasy out of your head that Haechan actually likes you. Maybe he’ll say “oh! Y/n this is GREAT - we can go on double dates together” and that will heal you of the disease called love you currently have. Probably won’t - but maybe?

Well, regardless of that, you have to face the music. That’s why, with a deep breath, you pull the front door open - not bothering to check who’s on the other side. It’s not Giselle staring back at your in anger, or even Jaehyun in confusion - but it’s the boy you were just thinking about, staring at you in disgust. The both of you just stand there for a moment, taking it all in. You actually haven’t seen Haechan in a week - the last time being you briefly passed each other in the hallway and stopped for the casual “how are you” “fine and yourself” before going on your separate ways; pretending like you never knew each other as more than neighbors; pretending like he doesn’t occupy your thoughts 24 hours of the day.

The moment is over, you realize, when Haechan shoves past you and turns around to stare at you from his place in your living room. He looks like he’s ready for battle - a determined look on his face and his feet stood rigid like poles. You slowly trail after him, breaking from the path to branch off into the kitchen - still in his line of sight but not quite near him. Haechan scoffs at the irony.

Close but so far. Just like she has been from the moment I learned who she was.

“Would you like some water?” You ask, not looking at him but instead with your back turned towards the cupboard.

“No, that’s not why I’m here,” you stop with your hand midair - the tone of his voice shocking you. Haechan has never yelled at you, never raised his voice in anger, never even had a sharp undertone that couldn’t be passed as humor. Haechan has never given any sign that he was even capable of getting to that level of anger, at least not with you. But as you hear the shake in his voice - the unmistakable presence of fury - you understand that there’s another thing to haechan that was omitted from you. “Im here because you need to explain to me what I saw.”

You turn to him slowly, and send an almost humorous look that shoots shockwaves down Haechan’s body. He could never in his right mind deny your beauty, or deny his love for you. No matter how angry that look made him, because it meant that you weren’t taking this as seriously as he meant it to be taken, he cannot deny his feelings.

“Haechan, what are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about those pictures, y/n. What the fuck was that?”

“Oh, those little things? I don’t know what you’re asking me haechan but I’m sorry I sent them in that group chat, I meant it to be a private thing” you shrugged, going back to getting two glasses of water, once again turning back to the counter.

Even though you couldn’t see him, Haechan shook his head in disbelief, not seeing how you could be so nonchalant about all this. “I don’t care about the group chat, y/n. Why were you in some guys bed?”

You laughed at this, “well haechan, when a boy and a girl like each other very much-“

“Y/n! Stop acting stupid- I’m serious!” He looked at you, seemingly exasperated by your behavior. You raised your eyebrows at the boy, coming up to him now with two glasses of water. You tried handing him one but he just softly pushed your hand away, shaking his head while turning away with a sigh. You rolled your eyes as you set both cups down on the coffee table, choosing to match Haechan’s energy somewhat by standing along with him. You don’t know why, but you get the feeling you should prepare for a fight - maybe because Haechan is acting like you both are about to fight right now.

“Haechan, I’m confused right now. Why does this make you so angry?” It’s Haechan’s turn to act like you’re the crazy one, what with his eye roll and quick snap of his head to your face - like you just asked if the Earth was round.

“Because Y/n I’m worried about you! What the hell is going on with you these past couple weeks? You’ve been running around to parties and sleeping with strangers and you haven’t been talking to ME at all! Is this a cry for help?” Now it was your turn to be mad. Who exactly does this kid think he is?

“Yknow what haechan - I will not have you come into MY home and treat me like this. SIT DOWN,” You point to the couch, angry that you have to treat a grown man like a dog. The “man” in question huffs, but still does as told and plops down on the seat behind him, still as antsy as ever with his leg bouncing as he waits for you to continue, “I’m going to be straight with you haechan, my LIFE is going to parties and running around. I’m not a student or an office worker, I am an entertainer professionally. My friends - par Jaemin - are professional entertainers. We don’t just sit at home all day - occasionally we GO TO PARTIES and NETWORK with other entertainers. As for the STRANGER, one it wasn’t a stranger at all, but in fact someone I’ve known for YEARS and have a history with. Two, if you MUST KNOW as my friend it won’t be happening again, but if it does or doesn’t really isn’t any of YOUR business. And lastly, let me tell you - there’s a reason we aren’t talking right now, haechan. Because I never know WHO I’m going to get! Will it be the Haechan who plays games and loves to go get food at 3 am and stay up watching all the twilight movies in order, or is it donghyuck who keeps secrets and doesn’t tell his friends he has a crush on a girl. I get that you want to know about my life, but you can’t get mad at me for not talking to you when it’s not like YOU talk to ME. I haven’t received texts that you want to hang out or anything from you! Meanwhile you SEE I’m busy working and yes haechan I know I should have been more communicative to a friend but can you blame me when lately I feel like I barely even know you? You have no right to storm in here like this and demand I tell you anything when you’re the secretive one in this friendship!” You release a big sigh, finishing your rant and staring at the boy who looks back in shock.

You’re right. Haechan knows you’re right, on all fronts. It’s everything he has told himself and what everyone has been telling him these past couple weeks. He feels nothing but shame as he looks at the ground. God, he’s really fucked up. He took a beautiful opportunity and turned it into nothing but a lie. He knows this is going to hurt, but he can’t keep lying. There’s just one thing he doesn’t understand before he owns up to everything.

“What girl?” Haechan looks at you in confusion as you finish taking a drink from your glass. You look back in equal bewilderment, and annoyance. Is that really ALL he got from that?

“What do you mean what girl, Haechan?”

“You said not telling you about a crush on some girl - what girl.”

“Huh? The girl you said you had a crush on that went to your school? The one Ningning told me about - haechan are you feeling okay?” You look at Haechan, and watch as the realization turns in his head, and his eyes go wide like saucers. Before you can understand what’s going on, Haechan springs from his seat and starts pacing around your living room, “Haechan, you’re scaring me.” You mumble out as you stand as well, following the boy with your eyes.

Suddenly he stops in the middle of the room, back where he began, and he turns to you - only for you to see the fear in his eyes. Before you can even comment on it, Haechan is bursting, “y/n, I lied.”

Your head tilts in confusion, Haechan taking this as an opportunity to keep going, “there was no girl - never any girl. Ningning panicked when she was talking with you because the girl she was talking about was…you. I like you, a lot. And I thought you didn’t like me back and it would be easier to lie about it so you could forget and then years and years down the road I would confess over a cup of coffee and you would laugh because the damage was done and forgotten. But, regardless of that I lied and I’m so sorry and I hope you can forgive me.”

Your head was reeling. If you didn’t have a headache before, you definitely have one now. First, haechan is mad, now he’s apologizing for lying - and he likes you. Haechan likes you. Now you feel especially shitty about those pictures.

You plop back into your seat with a sigh, your eyes focused on the floor as you process this. Haechan, thankfully, stays quiet - letting you have your moment. After what feels like forever, you look back up at Haechan in determination, “I forgive you. And I like you too”.

Haechan starts laughing maniacally almost immediately, like someone said the funniest joke he’s ever heard. This goes on for 20 solid seconds before his laughter fizzles out as he realizes you’re not laughing with him. Then, his eyes get even wider than possible and he softly asks, “wait, really? But what about Jae-I mean..that guy?”

You shrug with an apologetic sigh, “it was a drunken mistake, haechan. I felt so bad for it after and yeah I was playing it up in the group chat but honestly, I felt like an idiot. I like you so much and I was just so petty about us not really talking and the whole name situation that I acted before thinking. I’m so sorry, do you forgive me?” You hold your breath, hoping he’ll get the memo that you’re completely serious.

Thankfully he does, as he immediately attacks you in a hug that has the both of you almost falling over in the chair. You laugh into his neck, and you both stay like that for a moment before he’s pulling himself back and looking at you in awe, “of course I do - oh thank GOD! Fuck, y/n you have no idea how happy I am! God I KNEW jaehyun wasn’t right for you and I’m so glad you decided not to get back with him!” Haechan’s laughing, the smile on his face is blinding.

And just like that, your world comes crashing down and the sickness returns. Your breath catches in your throat as you slowly push Haechan off you in..fear. Haechan is confused, and rightfully so you guess, but you can’t calm yourself down as you stand up from your chair and back away from him.

You’ve always prided yourself on your memory. Ever since you were a little girl, you could solve memory games faster than anyone in your grade, you’ve always been able to remember obscure details about someone that they said in passing - and you’ve ALWAYS been able to recall what you’ve said to people.

And you know for a FACT you never told Haechan Jaehyuns name. There’s only one place you’ve ever publicly mentioned him - and that place is your twitch. You typically save your twitch videos and upload them to YouTube, but you’ve already looked through every single one and deleted any mentions of jaehyun from any form of your media. You did that probably a year ago, to officially say goodbye to him. You know there’s no videos of the two of you online - you’ve SCOURED the internet. And most of all, you know for a fact that there’s no fanmade videos that mention the both of you - Jaehyuns company made sure of that before he debuted. So that means….

“Haechan - how do you know who Jaehyun is?” Haechan’s face goes pale as he realizes his slip up. You both look at each other in silence for a good minute, waiting to see who will move first. Haechan knows there’s no point in gaslighting you. If you could remember to be scared just at the mention of Jaehyuns name from Haechan’s mouth, he’s already been caught.

“Y/n…” he finally gets out, and you know what that means.

Almost like a whisper - because you’re too weak and ill to get anything else out - your voice cracks as you ask, “how long”. Haechan goes to speak, but you know he’ll try and bullshit you, so you repeat yourself louder this time, “HOW LONG HAECHAN”.

He sighs, giving up. This is what he wanted, after all. This is what he chose when he decided to lie to you, “two years-“ you gasp and turn away from the boy in disgust, “renjun introduced you to me”.

You were played for the fool. How many times did you tell your friends that haechan just…gets you. How many times did you ask yourself how it’s possible for someone to know things about you before you even say it - for someone to be so in-tune with your needs like…he studied them. “Oh my god,” you groan out, feeling like you’re going to throw up. You see out of your peripheral vision that haechan tries to shuffle closer to you, possibly trying to comfort you as you lean on your counter for support. You immediately stand up straight and back away from the stranger in your living room.

“Are you a stalker?” You yell.

“No, god - y/n! You moved in here AFTER me,” He yells back, “please I understand why you’re upset but you have to know it’s not like that!” He pleads, but it goes in one ear and out the other. You look anywhere else but at haechan, feeling panicked.

“How much did you like me…how much of a fan were you..” you ask now, secretly knowing you won’t like the answer.

“I don’t think I should say-” The boy is red, redder than before. He knows he’s close to crying but he’s holding on as much as he can - as much as anyone can while his world tumbles down.

“-TELL ME DONGHYUCK, HOW MUCH!” You interrupt, practically begging. Haechan flinches at the use of his full name, and sighs, feeling the first couple tears drop.

“I…I had a picture of you in my room.”

And there it was.

You gasp, shocked. The room is rigid - even your cats have scattered at the ice cold feeling surrounding the two of you. Your chin wobbles as you stare at the pathetic version of the boy you loved, standing in front of you now. No amount of forgivesness can heal this, you think. Haechan, desperate now, tries one last time to step closer; to invade your bubble and life more than he already has. You’re not letting him get a fast one on you though, because what you need right now is for him to leave.

You take a step back in fear, anger, and shock. You point to the front door, and as confidently as you can muster, you tell the man, “get out, now.” Haechan looks at you, not in shock, not in sadness or guilt, but..in acceptance. Like he knows there’s nothing else he can do or say; he knows he fucked up.

He walks to the door normally, although he doesn’t try to hide the tears anymore. He sees that you, too, have started crying - which angers him even more. As he makes it to the door, he turns back to you one last time and says, “I understand I fucked up. I can’t imagine how you’re feeling right now. Just..please, if you find that you need answers - you know where I am.” And he doesn’t wait for your reply, instead just walking out the door, and you don’t wait to see him off before slamming it shut and locking it behind him.

Your reply never would have come.

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notafunkiller · 1 year ago

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somebody to lean on

Summary: Bucky gets a surprising phone call and finds out you’re in the hospital.

Pairing: director!Bucky Barnes x actress!reader

Word count: 2.4K

Warnings: 18+, age gap (r is 24, Bucky is 36), angst, teasing, language, pet names, boobs play, no mention of y/n.

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He can understand, right? He doesn’t even look that angry.

You sigh, trying to fix you T-shirt and hair before approaching them. You expected Steven to wait for you since he’s the one who drove you here, but Bucky? He was working for the whole day. Did someone from set call him? Do they somehow have his number?

You shyly step forward, and Bucky turns his head. It’s like he’s a different person. He looks so sweaty and tired and you don’t know if the filming was hard or it’s because he had to come here.

“Hi.” You welcome him and get on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “I’m all good now.” You try to take your bag from Bucky’s hands but it’s not possible, his grip is so tight. You look at Steven. “I’m all good, we can go back.”

“Look-”

“You’re not going back. Not today.” Bucky pauses after every word as if he’s trying to keep his composure.

“But I’m fine,” you tell him, trying to find his eyes. “I promise. I don’t want to delay anything.”

“It’s okay, they started to film with your double so no delay,” Steven gives you a sweet smile. “But you should take today off at least.”

“But-”

“Let’s go home,” Bucky answers without hesitating, and you don’t get to even say goodbye to Steven properly as Bucky simply leads you toward the exist.

“James...” He is so quiet that it makes you feel weird. “I’m sorry they called and interrupted you. I had no idea they will... they insisted to have this checkup, but the set doctor said-” you stop when he opens the door for you without saying anything. Was he even listening?

You get in and take your bag when he hands it to you as quickly as possible.

The last thing you want is to be a burden for him. You don’t want him to see you as a kid. And you don’t him to get called every time you do something. He’s not your parent.

As soon as he’s in the driver seat you try to reach for his hand. “I apologize a hundred times; I really didn’t want to disturb you. I know you are busy...”

Bucky lets out a puff and finally looks at you. “Is that it? You’re sorry for disturbing me as if you’re my employee?”

“I don’t know what to say.” You’re on the verge of crying now, and Bucky can see it.

“You got hurt.”

“I am fine...”

And you really are, you’re not lying.

Bucky sighs. “Just... let’s just talk home.”

His home that became yours too or is he going to drop you off to your apartment?

You cover your face, trying not to cry.

Bucky’s opening your door before you get to finish taking off your seatbelt. You let him take your bag and help you get out with a sigh.

“Thought you’re gonna drive me home.”

He looks at you with raised eyebrows. “We’re home, aren’t we?”

“I mean my apartment.”

“Is that your home?” You can sense the hurt in his tone even though he tries to hide it. He still cares at least…

“No, bubba, you are my home.”

His eyes seem slightly warmer as he takes off your coat and your shoes despite your protests, and then his.

“Are you gonna talk to me now?” You ask softly.

“You lied to me.” He isn’t accusing you, he simply states it. “And you hid. And you put yourself in danger.”

“James-”

“Let me finish, okay?” He’s looking at you without trying to pretend he isn’t about to cry. You fucked up... “You put yourself in danger, and I had no idea what you were even doing! I had no idea you even trained, I had no idea you had to be checked by the set doctor, then you went to a hospital.”

You bite your lip ashamed, but you don’t open your mouth. He asked you to listen to him.

“I went crazy when your sister called me all panicked, accusing me of not telling her you’re hurt!” He’s pacing around the living room as he speaks. “Natasha told her. Natasha knew... yet she didn’t call me. You know why?” He isn’t actually waiting for your answer. “Because she thought my girlfriend would call me first.”

“Jamie-”

“You didn’t call me.” He stops walking and kneels in front of you. “You didn’t trust me, did you? You don’t trust me. At least not enough to share this with me.”

“No, don’t say that, I trust you.” You reach to touch his face and when he doesn’t pull back. you cry happily that he didn’t reject you. “I trust you and I love you.”

“Then why did you not tell me, huh? You were in the hospital and I... I thought I’ll die. Right there on set. You have no idea what type of thoughts had been in my head. I thought I will never see you, and I didn’t get to say...” He closes his eyes. “Do you understand how fucking terrifying that is?”

You’re fully crying by now, imagining what he’s saying, picturing yourself in his place. You’d die, too. Right on spot.

“I didn’t think. I wasn’t thinking like this. I wanted to prove that I can do this.” You take a deep breath. “That I can do a fucking fight scene. It’s just work. You’re so busy and... important, and you don’t have to deal with my silly work things. I don’t want to be your burden even though you didn’t make me feel like this. I didn’t mean to lie or worry you. I am dumb for not realizing how this is for you, but I wanted it to be a surprise. I wanted to push my limits. And I just slipped today. It’s not a big deal, I swear.” You keep stroking his cheek as you move your T-shirt up and your pants a little down with the other hand to show him your scratches and bruise. “It’s not that bad, see?”

He chokes, bringing his flesh fingers to your bruise before caressing your skin. You close your eyes enjoying his touch.

“You don’t have to prove any fucking thing, do you hear me? You’re incredible. You’re so smart and intuitive, and I am never fucking busy for you!” He sighs. “If that’s how I make you feel, you should leave me, okay?”

You open your eyes, panicked. “What? Are you breaking up with me?”

“You don’t deserve to live like this. You are not just enough, you are everything.”

“James!” You start sobbing, bringing your lips to his face, then down to his shoulder as you hug him. He’s absolutely the most wonderful person in the whole world, and he didn’t deserve this. “Don’t say that. Ever. Don’t ask me to leave you ever again!”

“You’re hurt.” He repeats.

“I’m sorry I hid it from you. It’s not something you did, it’s never about something you did, you’re perfect.”

Bucky snorts. “Lies.”

“Except for when you leave the lights on in the bathroom.”

This makes him laugh, and you laugh too, happy that he’s in a better mood. You do hate telling him to turn off the light every day, but that’s not the point.

“Please, don’t lie to me... don’t hide. This is unbearable.”

You lean back, letting him go. “I promise. I didn’t want to hurt or worry you. Or interrupt you.”

“Bubba, it’s work. It comes on second place. Always! I want... need you to call me. We are a team, not strangers.”

“I am sorry,” you whimper, emotional after hearing him. He’s absolutely right, you’re a team. He always got your back, and you got his.

“It’s alright as long as you understand what I mean. We can try to work on it together.”

You melt, looking at him, still not believing how beautiful he is. How smart he is. How he cares more about you than his job.

“You’re all mine,” you say without thinking.

“What?”

“You’re all mine and you care about me more than directing.”

“Did you really question that?” He asks surprised.

“I mean... you’ve been directing before you met me. That’s your priority because that’s your passion.”

“You are my passion and my family. You are my priority,” he says it so fiercely and firmly that the need to kiss him overwhelms you.

“God, you’re so hot!”

He smiles. That smile you love so much…

“How are you doing this? I cannot stay upset with you even for a minute.”

“I’m your family,” you proudly repeat and teasingly peck him.

“You are. You are my reckless baby.” He tries to kiss you this time, but you turn your head. “What was that?”

You giggle, and when he tries again, you give him your cheek. You know this is gonna drive him crazy a little bit, and that’s exactly what you want.

“This is not nice!”

“But you know what is?” You smirk. “You coming all over my boobs.”

His eyes immediately fall on them, and you make sure to push him further by getting your hands under your shirt, unhooking your bra and taking it off awkwardly but quickly before bringing your tits together and presenting them to him. “They’re all yours if you want.”

Your hard nipples are visible through the thin material of the shirt, and you see him fully distracted.

“Come on, daddy!”

“The buttons look quite sturdy.” It’s all he says before they’re flying across the living room; your shirt ripped and pulled until it reaches the floor. He looks drunk as he stares at your chest, and when he leans in, you grab your left boob and feed it to him before he can do it himself. You let out a long moan at the same time he does.

He places his head on your other boob, tickling you a little as he sucks on your nipple with desperation.

“God, sooo good!”

His hand on the side of you tit gives him more control, and you moan every time he squeezes and licks your skin.

“Daddy, please...” you didn’t know what you’re asking him to do. But you feel so sensitive and wet, and his tongue is incredible.

But he knows. He knows! He lets go of your nipple with a pop and turns to the other breast, giving it the same treatment, while, at the same time, he wraps his hand around your hair and pulls.

He tightens his grip, then loosens it. He’s playing with both: your nipple and your hair, and you’re almost floating.

“Pull h-harder!”

He doesn’t edge you, thankfully, even though you expected him to, and pulls your hair just the way you like it and brushes your nipple with his teeth at the same time before sucking it with force. And you come before you can warn him.

Your head falls back more and you instinctively wrap your hand around his hair, trying to keep his mouth there. As if he wanted to move…

“Thank you, I really needed that.”

Bucky understands he has to let go and he kisses your boobs one last time before you pull him up by the shirt until you can kiss him.

“I didn’t know you can come like this.” He looks like an excited kid. You had no idea, either. You never came while playing with your nipples only.

“I didn’t know, either, old man.”

Bucky groans. “Old man again?”

“My old man.”

He kisses your neck this time, careful not to leave hickeys. He did it once right before a filming day and you were so embarrassed when they had to put extra make up on, but it still didn’t get covered, so they gave you a polo T-shirt.

“You know I am gonna try this again, right?”

“Sucking my nipples?”

“And making you come.”

You smile, touching his bottom lip with your thumb. “Beginner’s luck.” You tease and he instantly gasps.

“You did not say that to your old man!”

He intends to tickle you, you can sense it right away, but he stops himself as soon as he notices your bruise on the hip. His face falls. Shit...

“Hey, it’s okay!”

“No, it’s not.” He leans in to kiss all over it so softly you barely can feel it.

“God, I love you. I cannot believe how soft you are right now after you pulled the shit out of my hair!”

Bucky’s eyes lighten as he looks at you. “You act as if you don’t want it rough. Do I have to remind you how you begged me to fuck your throat?”

You groan, feeling how your cheeks get hot as you remember the night he probably refers to You really did. You were so turned on by his look that you were ready to jump on him right there at the table. “You don’t remind a lady of things she does when she’s weak. It’s rude!”

“Weak?” Bucky laughs. “Then you are weak almost every day.”

“I love you and I am sorry.” You let your lips linger on the dimple of his chin that you adore.

“I love you, too.”

You look around. “You ripped my good shirt!”

“Not again,” Bucky snorts. “Why do you act as if it doesn’t make you horny, huh?”

“You cannot be serious. Of course not!” You’re lying through your teeth and he knows it.

“For this lie, I’ll tie up your hands nicely next time.”

“James!” You gasp. You wouldn’t be able to touch him. “You cannot do this to me!”

Bucky’s metal thumb touches your bottom lip.

“Keep going and I’ll blindfold you too. Then edge you, then-”

“I get it!” You interrupt him, aware of where this is going.

“Do you? Cause you’re quite a brat.”

“You love that I’m a brat, don’t lie.”

Bucky’s smile is so cute that it makes you smile, too. “I do. I really do, now let’s take a shower.

“What?”

“What what?” He asks you as he stands up.

“Aren’t you going back to work?”

“Nope.” He’s so casual as he says it, and you can’t believe it.

“Bucky...”

“It’s James, and I’ve already told them. Nick will take care of it, don’t worry. You’re my priority, I’ll keep reminding you until you stop forgetting.”

You feel yourself melting again.

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considerablecolors · 6 months ago

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⚠️ SPOILERS FOR S4 & DISCUSSION OF SA ⚠️

hey so umm THEY NEVER ADDRESSED ALLISON TRYING TO ASSAULT LUTHER IN S3 WHAT HAPPENED HELLO. I KEPT WAITING WITH BATED BREATH TO SEE HOW THEY COULD POSSIBLY ADDRESS THAT TOPIC WITHOUT FUMBLING IT AND THE ANSWER WAS JUST. TO NOT EVEN TRY. I GUESS.

"everyone in the family is mad at me because i changed the timeline" ok yeah sure but I CAN THINK OF ANOTHER REASON TO BE MAD

and before anyone says any shit this is 100% not an excuse to be racist and sexist or to hold allison to different standards than your favorite white male characters. part of what made that scene in season 3 so disturbing to me was the fact that the writers chose to have the only black woman main character in the show do that to a white man. she's one of two women in the core siblings cast at this point. she's also a character that initially, while prone to making mistakes and abusing her powers, always loved her family. in fact, her love for viktor and insistence on not giving up on him even when he was hurting the others was one of the main themes of the first season.

why did we have her do that of all people. why did we have anyone do that at all. it was completely unnecessary to do (and to SHOW ON SCREEN) but to have the gall to do... that... and then not even address it and have allison and luther act completely normally to each other...

ALSO UM. luther canonically not remembering his first time having sex because he was under influence, getting mind controlled by his sister to almost get sexually assaulted, and then becoming a stripper despite showing basically no interest in the actual aspects of it... girl am i going crazy or is this not a coincidence, in a competently handled show this could be an exploration of the way sa victims will end up sexualizing themselves but no. instead we get jokes about him wearing thongs 24/7 and A FLASHBACK TO HIM AND HIS SISTER THAT TRIED TO ASSAULT HIM DANCING TOGETHER LIKE THAT'S CUTE. HELLO. ARE YOU THERE LITTLE GIRL ON A BICYCLE IT'S ME I JUST WANNA TALK.

also here's the deal. luther is also not perfect at all. none of the siblings are, that's the point, but specifically, luther was incredibly shitty and abusive to viktor in season one. but the show took the time to properly address it, have characters act differently towards each other as a result, have luther explicitly apologize to who he hurt and show genuine remorse, and throughout the next three seasons they took time to have him make up for it.

allison didn't get that chance, and that leaves such a bad taste in my mouth, and not even in the context of the show itself as much as the real life implications. im white, so i can't really give much of a genuine perspective and may be looking into things too deeply, but... the fact that allison consistently tends to be one of the most villainized characters in the show and portrayed specifically as manipulative and abusive and selfish... as the only black woman in the show since season 1 (unless i am forgetting someone)... feels so so so gross. (also having ray leave her and her child offscreen like come the fuck on)

everyone is talking about the treatment of five's character lately (and RIGHTFULLY so, believe me), but... allison AND luther i am sorry i am so so sorry they did this to y'all omg

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askadrianalucardtepes · 11 months ago

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"Hey everyone, apologies for being away for so long. Truth is, I am so, so tired at the moment. I got to enjoy a lovely trip last week which helped me relax, but I've admittedly not been doing so hot lately. I look forward to getting back to answering your inquiries soon, but I might require some more time because I am just... Exhausted, for now. Mentally and physically. Overwhelmed, underwhelmed, antsy, anxious, you name it, I'm currently feeling it. I'm receiving some support for my current state and I hope for it to improve soon, but until then, please, bear with me. I just need to take it easy for a while, I think."

[OOC] I say that all in character, but it applies to me irl. My social anxiety has pretty much tripled in the span of about two weeks and I am constantly exhausted because my body cannot properly rest. Some of my worst social fears have kinds come true unexpectedly and I'm working through that very slowly now. I miss this blog so much and I want to get back to business soon, but I first need to talk to my psychologist a bit more and get some more support so I don't feel so tired 24/7. It gets lonely sometimes, I'll admit. It sucks to feel like I can't lean on anyone anymore because I'm too afraid. But I hope to make that better and become better myself, too. Sorry for the vent/rambles, I just want to keep you all in the loop of what's going on behind the scenes. And maybe it does feel nice to blow off a little steam like this. But I disgress. I can't wait to get back to work here and I'm sending you all so, so much love! Much love, Adrian

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thelunarfairy · 1 year ago

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(Apologizes if an incomplete ask sent through, I was asking a question but the Internet cut off :<)

My question was though, how much can you analyze about the English lyrics of No. 7 (anime intro)? The lyrics supposedly explain some of the story and you're the best theorist I know who can put this in an organized post XD

(Sorry if you've been asked this before haha feel free to ignore if so and have a great day!)

I looked at the Japanese and English versions, and well, to better organize the meaning of the song, I'm going to write it here in a more objective way, it will be easy to understand the meaning as you read the lyrics.

This is because the Japanese version has a lot of wordplay and puns, the English version translated it literally and in the same way as the Japanese, which made some passages confusing.

Let's get started (this is the full version of the song)

So now let me tell you the story of number 7

1 Huh? Eh? Instantly happy and sad, even the past and the future 2 Two shadows appear within the rumors (the passion turned into nothing, it's just a story) 3 A sweet fruit mixed with the unreal 4 Yes, yes, even if I tell you repeatedly 5 Look, look, you're not listening properly (passion turned into nothing, an endless story) 6 After all, the boring thing is the ugly reality 7 Morning, day and night, like ten winds and five rains, rumors circulate 8 Without becoming pure in heart, turning my back against the unchanging mirror 9 I Want Some Magic, Say Seven Mysteries, That's Not Perfect 10 But We Are Struggling Because We Are Incomplete

11 Swinging the blade, words, too far 12 Wearing the smiling mask of lies (you in that place) 13 They Were Hurt Because Of Someone Else 14 Between sin and punishment, in that place where no one exists 15 Surely He Is There So now let me tell you the story of number 7

A secret history I heard from somewhere

16 It's a secret just between you and me 17 I will not lose to you, memory nor the brittle truth 18 Let's catch up, it's a reality like a rumor from some time ago 19 Every night and morning seems stupid 20 The dance of the second, the third morning, the fourth twilight 21 First, second, third, fourth 22 Mirai, Misaki, the mirror that doesn't see, the silent solitude 23 Is it the first? the eighth? Wait, there's no eighth 24 Until the four o'clock stands, if you repent, 25 It becomes four pains, eight pains 26 Trouble Towing in Seven Rounds 27 Hits, punishment 28 Come, come strange mystery 29 My body's habits, everything, are never perfect, so We are struggling because we are incomplete

Swinging the blade, words, far away 30 Please reach out, the laughter, the overlapping lies 31 (he is still there continuously) 32 I blurred the details while pretending to be fine 33 Between sin and punishment 34 Alone, placed in that place 35 Surely he exists

36 Hiding the past, blinding the eyes in front of the destiny that is coming to an end 37 I changed once, so I will change again The answer is clear

Swinging the blade, words, far away Wearing the smiling mask of lies (You alone) Were hurt because of someone else Between sin and punishment In that place where no one exists Today it also exists

So now let me tell you the story of number 7 Hey tell me about the continued story

ANALYSIS

Let's use numbers to better analyze the excerpts

1 = could mean that Hanako is happy now to be having fun with Nene and Kou, but at the same time sad about having to deal with the past and the future (Nene's future death)

2 = This excerpt is very emblematic, but "within the rumors two shadows appear" could refer to the twins "the passion turned into nothing, it's just a story" they would be in love with each other and what remained of that story would be murder. There is also the possibility that he is referring to Nene, since Hanako-san now has an assistant. Two shadows, and the passion that turned into nothing, an impossible love.

3 = A metaphor about the contrast between reality and a distant desire

4 and 5 = Hanako's story is being told little by little and someone (it could be Nene) is not realizing the details between the lines.

6 to 10 = Complaints about how reality is terrible and he wants to experience something unreal, not just him, but the other mysteries, everyone feels incomplete and is looking for something that reality cannot offer, something that they cannot achieve but they really want it. And specifically about the mirror, he says it is unchanging, confirming that no matter what he does, nothing will change.

11 to 15 = reference to Tsukasa's death, the murder. About how Hanako lied while creating a fake smile. He hurt Tsukasa, and he went to the place where nothing exists "Surely he is there" and the verses mention the sin and punishment that Hanako has to take responsibility for.

16 to 18 = Probably Hanako talking about his past with Nene. He says he will "reach him" that is, he will tell her the whole truth.

19 to 29 = references the other mysteries and how they are all fighting to create a better version of themselves, even though they are imperfect. In addition to, of course, mentioning a little about their feelings.

30 to 35 = reference to Tsukasa, he wants Hanako to show what he really feels, at the same time that Tsukasa "blurs" the way he feels "I blurred the details while pretending to be fine" "Alone, placed in that place" "he is still there continuously" reference that Tsukasa was left on Hanako's boundary and hides that he feels sad about it.

36 and 37 = it's a little difficult to know if the speaker is Hanako or Tsukasa, the excerpts fit for both, but it's probably more linked to Hanako, since he's the one hiding the past.

OTHER CONSIDERATIONS

Place where nothing exists = boundary, Hanako says that when he enters a boundary, the person ceases to exist in the human world while there.

Swinging the blade = stabbing, direct reference to murder.

In that place where no one exists, he is certainly there = clear reference that Hanako believed that Tsukasa was on the boundary

In that place where no one exists, today he also exists = reference to Tsukasa's return.

Hey tell me about the continued story = about the story we are following now

CONCLUSION

Basically it's Hanako talking about himself, about the mysteries and about Tsukasa. We also see many parts where he talks about how he feels, but in short, that's it.

The lyrics of this song change subtly according to the translation you are looking for, but the general meaning is this.

That's the way I interpreted the opening lyrics, other people may have different ways of seeing how they work, but for me that's it.

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late-to-the-magnus-archives · 2 years ago

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Pinned Fanfiction Post! Updated 9/25/24.

Psst… there's a way to support my writing now (and thank you Kraiva, Som, Charlie, Flamia, Bree, and more who encouraged me to do it).

Fandoms:

The Magnus Archives

Malevolent (Podcast)

Deviser (Podcast)

I'm bad at updating this, my apologies! It's all on AO3, folks.

Latest:

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BIG BANG: BUT IT BEATS THE DARKNESS AO3 || Tumblr

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"T" IS FOR TOMB - a bittersweet sad post-TMA one-shot AO3 || Tumblr

The Magnus Archives x Malevolent

CORRUPTED, chapter 24: Fogged. A Tim Stoker x The King in Yellow weird romance because I am strange. AO3 || Tumblr

Loads of Surrogate updates, as per usual. :) The last few:

Like Father - Faroe makes a dangerous decision

Message Received - Kayne bitching because we were too busy to write

Strained - the beginning of fallout from Faroe's choices.

Nightingale - Something with Arthur is very, very wrong.

FINISHED FICS:

(This needs some serious revision! For now, be sure to check my AO3 profile until I get this part cleaned up.)

THE MAGNUS ARCHIVES

AND EAT IT, TOO

The voice gets under his skin. Is it pleasing or terrifying? Inside his head or out? Is it even real, or is his still-human brain just cobbling monster-sounds into something he can comprehend? It’s impossible to get out of his head, whether literal or not. Doesn’t matter, though, because the answer Michael gives is a terrible one, and ends the same way: Gertrude could protect herself, Jon can’t, and he’s going to die for her sins.

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A THOUSAND WORDS

It’s coming, Jon. You know something is; something that itches, that nags, that hides just out of view. Our glorious future is coming.

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It’s a stupid-drafty manor—huge, never properly lit, all its frippery fraying at the edges. It has literal skeletons in the walls. It has a foyer right out of Crimson Peak, an empty cement hole with crumbling cherubs in the back yard that might have once been someone’s idea of a pond, and a library with more cursed books than Gerry could shake a match at. The part of Gerry that once used Sharpies to blacken his eyebrows loves this place with a truly unholy passion. If only it didn’t belong to the reason the world was going to end.

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TULIPS IN SPRING

Martin crawled back into bed like he’d crawled through the burned-flesh hole in his heart, and knew he still loved Jon. Martin knew Jon loved him, too. Jon had thrown away godhood for him, like it hadn’t mattered. Maybe it hadn’t.Jon loved him, and that meant they could fix this.All Jon had to do was wake up.

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CRUCIBLE

Martin's been having dreams.He doesn't understand them. Surely, if Jon had ever looked like that, with unreal wings and a crown of spinning eyes, he would have remembered. But his memory isn't working as well as it should right now, and Jon never blinks. Martin is afraid.

Inspired by The Watcher’s Crown by @raynecreates

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INSTANT NOODLES (crack fic)

At least his new hobby kept him occupied in the evenings, when too much time to think turned to wretchedness. It just so happened that much of his life was public. On the internet. As part of some gods-damned podcast. There were no words for how fascinated he was. This was his story—and yet it wasn’t. It was focused on Jon, for some bloody reason, which made no damn sense, since Jon showed up at the very end. Well. There was no accounting for taste.

Note: This is nonsense. Full apologies to Jonny and Alex, who are 100% the creators of my favorite podcast, The Magnus Archives. This is a work of fiction, etc. and so forth. Take it as the joke it's meant to be. Written because I wanted Jonah to suffer.

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SHORT STORIES FOR TMA APPRECIATION WEEK, 2023

Just what it says on the tin. Silliness, angst, and crossovers incoming.

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THIS DARK THING THAT SLEEPS IN ME - Rusty Quill Big Bang 2023

This is a DARK AU; it is not a kid-fic, though Jon is young. Bittersweet ending ahead. Spoilers for the whole show, though this is very much an alternate universe. In a world where the End won and Jonah Magnus is its Heart, the cycle of death and rebirth is a given: no one lives past thirty, the Other Fears scramble for scraps, and any infant without an Alignment—called Uncertain—has until the age of ten to be claimed, or they are sacrificed. Jon, an Uncertain child, knows things he shouldn’t, has memories he shouldn’t, and also has a purpose: apparently, he’s been called to do what no Aligned person can do and stop Jonah. Sometimes, there is no happy ending, only the right one. Jonah broke the promises he made to take over the world, and Jon is here to make it right. “I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me; all day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity. Clouds pass and disperse. Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables? Is it for such I agitate my heart?” ― Sylvia Plath

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MAGNUS ARCHIVES x MALEVOLENT CROSSOVER

I PREFER MY HEART TO BE BROKEN

Jon feels seen in a way he has not since the Panopticon, examined from cell to soul, from ankles to ego. Does that feel good or horrible? He doesn’t know. He tries to see into this thing, just a little, but just that glimpse is enough. Fear shortens Jon’s breath, shivers up and down his form, because this thing is a god.

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MALEVOLENT (PODCAST)

BUT IT BEATS THE DARKNESS - Malevolent Big Bang 2024

Serial killer Wallace Larson has been murdering children for his ritual, and the cops won't stop him. Private investigators Parker Yang and Arthur Lester choose to get involved... and everything goes wrong. Interrupting the ritual leaves Parker missing, Arthur in chains, and a piece of the King in Yellow in Arthur's head. But this piece knows who he is, and knows what he wants: to complete his ritual and rule Earth. Unfortunately, Arthur is incredibly stubborn, maudlin over his missing partner (stupid Parker Yang), and John, it turns out, is not the only piece of the King seeking power right now. It's a race against time, and John has a heavy handicap. With Larson in pursuit, a trail of murdered victims in their wake, and a host whose body is failing, John is determined to win at any cost... even if the cost includes Arthur Lester.

"It may not be much light but it beats the darkness" ~ Charles Bukowski, The Laughing Heart NOTE BEFORE READING This is part one of a Darkthur fic. There is violence and bodily harm. This fic was written in tandem with Kraiva's IT MAY NOT BE MUCH LIGHT, and is intended to be read together, though both are standalone. For the fullest experience, read the corresponding chapter from each fic. We'll be linking the connected chapters in the end notes of each. The incredible art in chapters two and eleven are by @wurmeon. The breathtaking 3D models in chapter six are from @iconiccookie.

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WRONG - spoilers for part 43

There is a thread where it all went wrong. Where Arthur, lost, has lost his hope. Where John makes a choice to teach Arthur what it means to be human.

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HERETIC- an Oscar one-shot:

What road remains for a man whose purpose abandoned him?

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Blood and Sand:

When John Luke was nine, Parker stopped writing back. It took a while before John Luke was sure, before he allowed the worry to slither into his bones, and take flavor and color away, and leave only trembling cold behind. Parker had never been quiet this long. Something had happened. John Luke Yang wants his brother back. When he learns about a wish—offered by a god, in exchange for winning some kind of game—he's willing to leave everything behind in pursuit of it. But the Dreamlands are not safe, and the King in Yellow has gone mad. The Games are not designed to be survived. Luke has fallen into deep and dangerous waters. Fortunately, he won't be swimming alone.

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They Both Just Gotta Be Dicks (Intermezzo spoilers):

Not much surprises Kayne anymore. A melting Arthur manages.

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All that Glitters (crack-fic one-shot):

John and Arthur, Lester and Doe, going mano a mano against their greatest foe: 1970s Arkham bureaucracy.

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Fragile (Intermezzo spoilers):

Arthur got low in Larson’s house. He hit bedrock; he admitted, brokenly, that they won. John didn’t let him drown. Which is ironic, because John was already drowning.

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Double the Popcorn (Intermezzo spoilers):

You think there’s anyone I haven’t seen? Fucked around with? Followed? You think there isn’t a version of you I haven’t tweaked to be the very d-d-darkest you could be, with flesh in your fingernails and blood in your cheeks like a really fucked-up squirrel? I. Have tried. Them all. And pal… they don’t fucking work.

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God of Cowboys and Fools:

Well. No time like the present. “I am the King in Yellow, and you are now my slave,” I tell him, because that is the truth and we might as well get it done. He is a god, awakened in the crater of his birth. Somewhere out there is the Wizard he needs to ensure his misplaced immortality. Now, if only the Wizard would just do as he was told instead of fighting back, they could get on with the business of living forever.

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SACRAMENT - an Oscar one-shot

Arthur and John are long gone from Oscar's life, and whatever they did has left more than one wound in the world. Oscar's is obvious. Scratch's is not. Oscar certainly hadn't planned on encountering the malevolent spirit ever again, but now that he has, he faces a choice.

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BOYO

Warning: this is a dark fic. I liked me boyo’s anger, and he was just scuttered enough to make this work. To join me hitting the prop, and hitting too much. To not know when it was time to stop, and to follow my lead as we went far beyond. Wasn’t quite perfect. Didn’t have the rhythm yet. But I knew he’d get it; musical lad, or I’m a whaler, and I’d get him singing my tune. The fool died, and my boyo stood there, panting, blood everywhere, and hit the body again just because. Fuckin’ beautiful, that was to see.

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THE INCIDENT - a one-shot for the @malevolent-fanzine

Arthur and John are in Arkham, getting their burgeoning P.I. business off the ground. And then Kayne asks for a favor, and everything goes to hell.

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TRY, TRY AGAIN - a one-shot for the @malevolent-fanzine

The King in Yellow worked for a month to get Arthur to spill the information he wanted. Eventually, he got what he wanted through a made-up Bostonian, Adam Fry. What happened in the month before Arthur woke?

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CONFESSION

There’s a trick to confession, if you want to keep another from hearing what you said. But not hearing it don’t make it not true, don’t make it go away.

I fear Arthur’s truth, so big and bright. I fear ours together may strike like flint and leap into devouring flame.

An Oscar one-shot

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PEDANTIC

Arthur Lester is the best IT architect in the world, and the reason Carcosa, Inc. has its fingers in every pie. Government, medical, everyone in the world uses its systems. Arthur is also going blind, with a rare genetic condition that can’t be fixed. The looming depression is bad. He can’t imagine a life where he can’t create anymore. Arthur nearly gives up… until a deeply annoying cybersecurity programmer prods him into trying something new. Great, right? Now, if only this John Doe weren’t clearly hiding something so wild that not even PI Parker Yang can dig it out….

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PET

Arthur loses John. Hastur loses Arthur. Yellow does not deserve what happens here.

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PUSH

They survived. John got his promised body. They're free. But Arthur is still blind, and now, he no longer has someone in his head, helping him around. He's not all right. It's all coming out of him in anger. Today, John needed a break... and, left alone, Arthur tries a four-legged substitute. It goes about as well as can be expected.

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NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY

Angst warning Things happen when we age. Unavoidable things. Until death do we part.

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CLOUD CITY - MALEVOLENT BIG BANG 2023

The sun never rises in Cloud City. Owned by distant gods, the world creaks along in techno-magical paralysis, making Contracts with spirits, and limping along in isolated enclaves while monsters run wild in the Wastes. Five years ago, Arthur Lester, a private investigator, made a Contract with a Summon called Hastur. The deal? His soul in exchange for the identity of his daughter's murderer. Until the time Arthur's soul is ripe for harvesting, Hastur will give him power, and eventually must find Faroe's killer. If he doesn't, they both die, so failure is not an option. Hastur, however, is not a normal Summon... and it turns out he's come here and chosen Arthur in order to stop a threat that will destroy the entire universe if it succeeds. Unfortunately, humans aren't meant to channel power like Hastur's, and Arthur's body is beginning to break down. It's a race against time to solve Faroe's murder and stop the incoming threat before he simply drops dead.

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YELLOW CITY - A CONTINUATION OF CLOUD CITY

Arthur Lester has been taken by the King into the Dreamlands. Arthur Lester has gone quite mad. As promised, Arthur will suffer… but his presence will have a bigger effect on the future of Earth than anyone planned.

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THE BIRTHDAY SONG

Very much post-canon. Very much fluff. John has a body. Arthur has his sight. They've figured it out, working in Arkham, making their way through life, and John, at last, has chosen his birthday. It's all fluff from here, folks.

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WORTH THE PRICE OF A BOTTLE OF POP

So, anybody want a crack-fic with Kayne, Arthur, and too much sugar even for an Outer God?

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FIVE TIMES JOHN WANTED TO SEE A MOVIE, AND ONE TIME KAYNE MADE IT SUCK

In which Arthur struggles with right and wrong, bemoans the Hays Code, tries (and fails) to define love, and gets a second chance.

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SURROGATE

The beginning of the series, Surrogate: The Director's cut.

The King in Yellow has a plan. The first part works, and Arthur Lester is broken. The second half blows up in his face. John has gone mad, and Hastur’s adopted daughter is upset, but that’s not all. It turns out a certain Outer God wasn’t done watching that show, and when he arrives with director’s notes, not even the King in Yellow can refuse him.

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DEVISER (PODCAST)

DEVIL

Dad knew he'd failed with humans. Dad did not know he'd succeeded somewhere else.

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RED

Son likes painting. Son likes red.It makes him feel some odd things. Things he doesn’t really have a word for. He really likes the way it looks splattered on his hands.

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ena-joelg-spotted · 7 months ago

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introductory post !

helloo my name is cloud (they/them) and i just wanted to do this for fun :)

TAGLIST

ena-spotted: ena spotted in art etc! whoohoo

not ena-spotted: unrelated content like ask answers or personal updates

ena-news: any news about ena! (dream bbq when)

ena-queued: ena posts i've queued up!

NOTICES

if my main blog @popcorn-milk likes your post but doesnt reblog it, that means its in the queue here! my queue is usually pretty short, so just wait a few days and your post will be up on the blog.

this blog may contain light swearing, light blood, and 100% will contain eyestrain, bright colors and webcore/weirdcore themes. i try to tag everything properly, but please keep yourself safe!

my ask box and post submissions are OPEN! please keep topics appropriate and kind, i will delete anything hateful and ignore anything off-topic.

this is inspired by the miku-spotted blog! (we're on their list of -spotted blogs! hooray!) so for sure check them out since they do a lot of cool work!!

FAQ

is this official?

nope! im just a fan looking to collect ENA stuff on a sideblog. i'm not affiliated with nor have i ever contacted joel g or anyone working on ENA.

is this a roleplay account/will you answer questions in-character?

nope! this blog is just reblogging art etc

can i send you art through your inbox?

absolutely! if submitting any art, make sure to attach a link to a post i can reblog! and post submissions are available as well.

do you take/reblog NSFW art?

NO! i am a minor, and the worst thing that may be seen in any reblogs is light blood or eyestrain, which will be properly tagged.

how consistent will posting be?

whenever i see something cool, ill reblog it! i regularly go through ENA-related tags as well. feel free to tag me in ENA art so i can reblog it! and apologies for any repeats, ill try to be careful not to reblog anything twice.

does this blog include salesman (white and red) ENA?

most likely not! salesman ENA is very very cool but this is a "regular" (blue and yellow) ENA centered blog :)

language(s) spoken?

just english! if theres any errors its just me being a dumbass

is this inspired by other -spotted blogs?

absolutely! i wanted to get in on the fun and havent found any other special ENA blogs ^_^

update log

posted: 6/29/24

6/29/24: added more FAQ Qs and As

6/30/24: edited an answer and added a Q&A

7/9/24: added a new tag, edited some question answers and added notices

#not ena-spotted #ena #ena joel g #ena blog

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onippep · 2 years ago

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Is it fine to talk about certain scars now?

................. Which ones. Guessing, for thematic sake, you mean these?

[gestures to his top scars]

I, uh, guess so. Pfft.

So, a little recap-- born in Italy, moved over here when I was 16. Shit happened at 19. Came back when I was 24.

[TW FOR MENTIONS OF CHILD ABUSE, WAR, GENERAL UNPLEASANT QUEER EXPERIENCE STUFF, TRANSPHOBIA + HOMOPHOBIA]

We lived in a super-rural area when I was a kid, so I had no idea what all of that was about. I'd find myself doing things that boys would do and I'd get slapped around for it, or never really liking girls. All my friends were boys. I had a lot of body hair for my age. It was weird to my family.

I got a taste of big-town culture from my cousins and uncles and aunts; they're eccentric, and I'm pretty sure one of my aunts was gay (she never married). I got along with her pretty well, but god, my madre hated her, pretty sure. Haven't seen her in a long time.

Bottom line, I was the "weird kid" of the family, so my parents figured (Also as Italians) to give me a brother and sister, see if they could socialize me properly. Maybe they fucked up the first time. Worth a shot, right?

While my madre was pregnant with my brother, we moved here. Maybe city life would do me good. I was thrust into a highschool barely knowing any English, and naturally flocked to the outcasts and socially awkward weirdos that would get tossed around by bullies and such. It was brutal. I met a girl that disguised herself as a boy and went by a boy's name. I met a boy that had a crush on one of the bigger boys of the school. It was a bunch of new experiences that... for some reason, even with my upbringing, didn't feel foreign or weird. It suddenly aligned with me, and I didn't really think about it until I looked in the mirror one day and wanted to throw up at how I looked. I tried dating a girl I got along with. Being a teenager sucks. That shit hits you like a truck and bleeds like an open wound that you have no idea how to stop.

Not that I had the time to find a way. I did bad in school, got held back a few years, and within that time aggressively took my identity into my own hands-- I'm not who my parents thought I was, I hated my name, I hated them, I hated everything. I got quiet. I hated myself because I wasn't the easy, good-grade getting child that was born loving the body it was in.

One day, my dad gets me alone. He asked me what I wanted to do after High School. I said art. He asked me again. I said art. He said that was the wrong answer. I asked him what he wanted me to say instead.

"If you really don't believe you're a girl, then it's time to be a man."

I thought this had good intentions until I was at the front door of bootcamp with some fresh scars on my chest, a few years of testosterone, and...

[sighs]

...

Uh, what was I-- right.

Right, yeah, I was pretty much fully out a few years after I was... discharged. I had a fling with Anton. A few women. Some men. Tried the bisexual label for a bit but found out I was just a full-on homosexual.

...Did I get the surgery before or-- no, I think I...

[blanks out for a few minutes]

...[scratches his head] I-- sorry, I think I got something mixed up. I think I got top surgery after 'all of that'. Shit's scrambled in here.

...

...Right-- I was a fully out transsexual gay man by... I think I was 35? It wasn't a huge focus of mine though since I wanted to try and start my own business. My family knew hard they fucked up with me so they kept their distance-- I let them know how much they failed me (after many years of thinking I was the screwup). Eventually they started using my new name. It was sudden, and there were no apologies.

I couldn't get my art degree, sssooo... Peppino's Pizza it is. Yippee.

Met Gus a year or so after I opened it, connected with a few of the Italian community on the outskirts of the city, uh... then I...

[pauses again]

--Sorry, this, uh, wasn't a really happy story, but I just. Wanted to say that it was worth keeping myself alive to see myself big, fat, hairy, balding, and smiling in the body I've got now. And happy with the men I've decided to let into my life to love me and this body. It's...

It's something. Better than nothing. I understand that now.

#;peppino speaks #;pizzacanon #cw at this whole thing i think but ill. put some specifics #cw abuse mentions #cw transphobia #dysphoria talk #cw homophobia #GOD THIS IS. UH. WOW OK HANG ON #;pizzawhump #THERE.#SORRY IN ADVANCE YALL IT CANT RLLY BE AVOIDED W AN OLDER CHARACTER #long post //#emeto mention

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youhideastar · 1 year ago

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hi! i love to be seen aright, and especially amends, and i was wondering if you’d be inclined to talk about flower’s submission? as an outsider to his and vero’s particular dynamic i found myself struggling to understand aspects of their relationship sometimes. i’m really curious as to what really makes flower tick!

First of all, thank you so much, that is so kind of you to say! Real quick, if others are wondering about the fics: To Be Seen Aright and Amends. Second, I am taking the question to mean "why does Flower want the kind of relationship where, in his dom's words, 'everything Marc-Andre does is my business'" and not to mean "I am very familiar with this kind of relationship but I'm curious about this couple's particular protocols." If I read the question wrong, I apologize; this response is going to be very off-point. 😂

So the truth is, I am very much the wrong person to answer the question of why a 24/7 BDSM relationship (i.e., a relationship where the dominance and submission dynamic extends beyond defined "scenes" into everyday life) would appeal to the submissive partner, because that kind of relationship has zero appeal to me, as either partner. 🤷‍♀️ Writing Flower's scenes in the TBSA series was, therefore, an exercise in (hopefully respectful) curiosity and empathy: given that there are many people who do find a 24/7 relationship appealing, I tried to put myself in their minds (aided by first-person writing that, unfortunately, I no longer have working links for) and ask what it is they might get out of that kind of relationship that would make it appealing. The results of that thinking are on display in the series, mostly in Flower's scenes.

I don't really feel comfortable opining on the question beyond what is present in my fiction, because, again, I'm the wrong person. There are many folks who are in 24/7 relationships who have written thoughtfully about why that's something they value and desire, and for me to presume to speak for them would, I think, be disrespectful--and also kind of silly.

That prompts the question, perhaps, of why I wrote such a relationship into TBSA at all--and the answer to that question goes to why I wrote TBSA in the first place. That's a long answer for another time, but the tl;dr version is: I was really pissed-off about domism, role policing, and the privileging of 24/7 relationships above others (at least at the time when I was more plugged-in to those conversations than I am now, which was almost 10 years ago - maybe things have gotten better. I hope so.), and I wanted to write about how fucked-up all of that was. BUT I wanted to be SUPER CAREFUL not to let "writing that it's fucked-up to act like people who don't want a 24/7 relationship aren't real subs/doms" unintentionally turn into "writing that it's fucked-up to want a 24/7 relationship and there's something wrong with those relationships." Which it easily could have. For that reason, if I was going to write the story responsibly, I had to include a positive and sympathetic portrayal of a 24/7 relationship. And so: Flower!

I know this almost certainly doesn't answer your question, and I'm sorry about that! I hope I at least understood your question properly, and explained in a satisfying way why this is the only answer I can really give. Feel free to follow up with another ask or a message if I got the question wrong or anything I said here sparked additional questions!

#hockey rpf #to be seen aright #fic asks

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rosietrace · 2 years ago

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Melodic Misconceptions 🎹

Track 24: Unwanted interactions

Synopsis: Victoria Shard was a former member of the popular idol group [ Poisoner ] from NRC corporations. After discourse with her group leader, Victoria decided it was best for her to leave and pursue her solo career in a record label run by her parents.

It had been half a year since her separation from her old group, and Victoria had never been more successful. But now she has a new problem. She must return to NRC corporations in order to mentor the seven idol groups.

Ellis Clawthorne is a member of [ (Co)-connect ] the most recent group under NRC'S belt. With no experience as an idol, Ellis must persevere in order to succeed and pursue her dreams.

Will both girls be able to adapt to their current situations?

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Author's note: NEW TRACK! The hiatus is no more >:)

On the other hand, the valentine's event is still going on, so if you'd like to request, go on ahead ^^

My mortal enemy, writer's block had been bothering me while I was finishing up this track, but honestly? FUCK writer's block

I'd like to apologize in advance if this track didn't reach the expectations everyone had :') But hey, you can't please everyone

I hope you enjoy this track!

"Now, to simplify what we've already discussed, 'No' questions are questions that can easily be answered with 'no'."

Ellis nodded determinedly, taking down notes as Mayuu and Victoria continued to teach them how to respond during interviews.

She wasn't surprised that Yuuta already knew most of the things they were discussing. Charming as he may be, everyone in the group acknowledged that he was on the manipulative side of the morality spectrum.

Juvia raised her hand."Um, how do we handle responding to rapid-fire questions?" She asked, unsure about what their answer would be.

Mayuu hummed, "Only answer the questions that you can answer."

Victoria nodded in agreement."Exactly. However, don't answer every single question that you can answer."

"If you're trying to send a message about the kind of person you are, you can't send that message by being defensive over something as trivial as a question from a reporter."

Everyone took those words in, sucking a breath before continuing to take notes.

"Now, when it comes to reporters, it's easy to ignore certain questions."

Mayuu looked at the group with a slightly more serious expression."That kind of thing doesn't apply as well to a sit-down interview." She stated, resting their hand on their hip.

Victoria narrowed her eyes before she harrumphed."Indeed. So it's important to find a way to redirect their questions in a way that you can properly answer them." She crossed her arms, sitting down on a nearby chair.

Chizuko arched a brow at her."And how do you suppose we do that?" She questioned, wondering what kind of answer she'll receive.

As Victoria was about to respond, the door suddenly swung open. Revealing Aguri Harper.

Or rather, Y/N L/N.

Aguri panted, clutching the doorknob for dear life, sweaty and exhausted. Victoria took note of the navy blue sweater that hugged his figure and complimented his body extremely well.

She rose a brow at them."Aguri… What exactly are you doing here?" Victoria stood up, slowly walking up to the esteemed actor.

The rest of (Co)-connect decided to remain silent, including Mayuu. They'd naturally want to see how this would unfold because of the revelation that their mentor essentially went on a date with Aguri.

After wiping the sweat off their face, Aguri sent Victoria a sarcastic smile.

"Happy to see me?"

"Not exactly. You interrupted something between me and my colleagues."

As much as Ellis utterly despised Aguri, she couldn't deny that she was already invested in their conversation.

Aguri formed a tight-lipped smile for Victoria."Good to know…. Now, shall we?" He extended his hand, waiting for her.

For a moment, Victoria looked at Aguri, then back at (Co)-connect. And in spite of her hesitation, she took Aguri's hand before begrudgingly wrapping her arm around his own.

"Let's hurry this up…" she muttered, quietly enough to make the group unable to hear her but loud enough for Aguri to hear her.

He snickered, escorting her out of the building."No promises, princess." The group heard as they made their way out of the building.

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"You've humiliated me in front of them."

"How is picking you up for a hangout humiliating?"

Victoria scrunched her nose."Because one wouldn't exactly expect you to take me on what's essentially a date." She noted.

"For the last fucking time, it isn't a date-" Just as Aguri was about to groan, his face went pale.

Victoria noticed his change in expression and began trying to catch his attention. But she stopped when she heard the sound of heels clicking, getting louder as the source of the sound approached.

Runako Miyato. Also known by her pseudonym, Chu Bae-ron.

The woman in question took one good look at Victoria and whistled at Aguri."I'm guessing you finally caught the big fish, sonny."

Although Victoria was confused for a moment, it didn't take long for her to understand the meaning behind Runako's words after witnessing Aguri's unusual reaction to it.

She smirked, giving Aguri an amused look in her eyes."Sonny?" She repeated the term of endearment, taking note of the flushed look in Aguri's eyes.

Runako hummed before assessing Victoria's appearance for a moment. She had heard of the renowned idol from Aguri, as well as the numerous rumors, scandals, hardships, and accomplishments she's achieved in her career.

Not taking a second to hesitate, Runako extended her hand to Victoria."Runako. Runako Miyato, sister of Chizuko Miyato." She introduced herself, and a smile slowly spread across her face.

".... But I'm assuming you already knew that, didn't you, Shōri-san?"

Victoria looked back at Runako with a blank-eyed stare. All sense of expression disappeared from her face as she shook Runako's hand.

"Yes. I'm already aware of you, Chu Bae-ron."

Aguri laughed awkwardly, trying to avoid conversation as he suddenly took Victoria by the arm and walked past Runako.

"Hahaha, loving the interaction, but we really must be on our way, Runa. S-Sorry!"

Runako turned around, crossing her arms as Aguri did the equivalent of sprinting out of the building.

"Yup, just as I expected…. The boy's hopelessly in love."

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Koral walked around, greeting everyone she came across with a friendly smile.

Although the workers of NRC felt perplexed by her gesture, they couldn't deny that the photos of her didn't do her justice.

Koral was radiant. Not at the levels of people like Vil or Victoria, but she certainly had an appeal in her childlike appearance.

And of course, she knew that. She saw the appeals people had over her appearance, and so she did more to reel them in.

And that effort?... She was sure that they weren't in vain. Despite what "he" had done to heighten her career, Koral believed that it was her own efforts that brought her success.

Out of nowhere, Koral bumped into someone.

Ellis. And she was with Carol and Yuuta.

Although Ellis stumbled, Carol was there to support her and quickly helped her regain balance.

But in the case of Koral, she stumbled before falling onto the ground.

Yuuta internally cringed when she started whimpering, almost to the point of tears. He had to temporarily look away from Koral's direction to refrain from vomiting on the spot.

Ellis, rightfully confused, awkwardly helped Koral up. And she flinched when she finally took notice of Koral's aesthetic.

An aesthetic similar to her own. And if Koral's hair wasn't redder than Ellis's, she would've looked like her doppelganger.

"Um…. Are you okay?"

Koral nodded bashfully, turning away with a light blush.

Ellis seethed while inhaling sharply. From the moment she saw the blush on Koral's face, she knew that it was an act.

"Y-Yes…. I'm okay." Koral finally responded. Yuuta's eyes narrowed and he took it upon himself to subtly pull Ellis away from Koral.

Ellis nodded, somewhat confused and even more cringed."Uh- Great… I'm Ellis Clawthorne, a member of (Co)-connect!" She managed to exclaim with a horrible attempt at a grin.

As much as Ellis didn't want to admit it, she was genuinely suspicious and weirded out by Koral. She couldn't even properly comprehend that Koral pretty much became Vil's new manager.

So she wanted to get this conversation over with.

Koral smiled back, oblivious to the sheer awkwardness of the atmosphere."Nice to meet you, Ellis! I'm Ichigo- I mean Koral! Koral Larrane…" she greeted back, that bashful smile quickly returning.

Before Ellis could think of a response, Yuuta dragged her past Koral so they could reach the dance studio. As for Carol, she gave Koral a one-note apology before catching up to Yuuta and Ellis.

Yuuta quickly groaned once Koral was out of his line of sight."FINALLY… That girl was pissing me off." He admitted loudly.

Carol pushed up her glasses, annoyed with Yuuta but also silently agreeing with him."Because of course, she does, Yuuta." She muttered.

Ellis hummed in response."Yeah…." She trailed off.

".... I don't think I wanna get into another conversation with her."

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Taglist

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@oseathepebble @geminiiviolets @twsted-princess @knights-escort @kiranarina(welcome to the taglist! If you don't mind ^^||) @celiica @terrovaniadorm

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pykanico · 1 year ago

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Day 24 - Matching

Fic if you want to read every posted day : https://archiveofourown.org/works/51386731/chapters/129854215

Emmet has one of his bad days – again, he laments himself – the sort of bad day where he has a lot of difficulty using his illusions, to hide his zoroark features which are….sightly more difficult to hide than when he was a zorua.

“I feel like I got rip off, am I not supposed to be better at hiding them???” He could only let out a sigh, Here are the consequences of not living with another Zoroark when he should have, FUCK--

The problem was mostly all around his eyes, some red recognizable marks were visible, it could be passed as simple eyeliner, that he rarely – nearly every weekend – used….

but he hates not matching with his brother – specialty at this time of the year, ironically, even more after ‘the scene’ he made in front of Ingo…. – That made him remember that he was technically not his real twin… That made him remember that his friend was gone, that made him remember that it was, soon, the anniversary – he wouldn’t have forget it, he never did, even if he didn't think actively about it, but sometimes he wish he could - … He don’t like the situation…

Of course, he doesn't have anything to hide properly his red marking, It slipped out of his mind last time they were out shopping to buy the make – up he usually uses for this case, That was just his luck, He would have felt a bit less tense if he had it.

What a bad start of day, to an already bad week.

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It was a rare sight, but sometimes his young twin would apply reddish eyeliner all around his eyes, usually days like that, He knew that Emmet was not in a good mood, Ingo did see it time and time again, Still, that wasn’t a problem, some joke from Ingo calling him dramatic usual lift his spirit with a light chuckled from his part, and he was back to normal, every gear back to place.

But this particular view, happening around this particular week of the year, where his brother, loses his normal amount of ‘energy’ is a bad sign.

If look close enough, Emmet body language felt sluggish, he doesn't do his usual prank that lights up the mood in the gear station, if nobody was looking Ingo could take a glimpse at Emmet, who seemed at the limit to blow up in any moment – again, a small part of him whisper.

He tensed at that whisper….That was bad and Ingo knew better than ask what was the problem, He didn't want a repeat of last time, It didn’t end well, Emmet was overly apologetic for having a meltdown on him, and he still apologizes about it now, while it’s been years – when Emmet shouldn’t apologize at all to feel like that, Dragon, Ingo should have been the one apologize to have push it when He didn’t want to talk..even if it light up some of his suspicion, it didn’t felt good to have done this

That does not mean Ingo doesn't have a plan for this precise situation, Oh, far from it, he will never be thankful enough for his – embarrassing, and nonexistent – Goth phase he had, and Elesa knowledge of make – up.

With that and the help of one of their depot agent who is in the loop – Jackie did say he had an idea to distract his Twin, but Ingo is not sure he wanted to know what precisely – he was able to disappear into their share office without any suspicions.

hen he was back at his brother's side, he could not help his euphoria as Emmet turned to talk to him and froze, his expression passing from angry, to confusion, to a light amusement.

“verry pretty brother but why?” his brother was starring very intensely at Ingo’s newly applied eyeliner, tilting his head curiously like he was trying to read Ingo’s mind.

“Well, Emmet, to be in our best condition, I had made the observation that matching was needed, As such, the decision to follow this new safety procedure to prevent any possible accident to be made.... also I wanted to do it”

It seemed that the answer was enough, his younger twin's tense smile seemingly relaxing even if his lack of energy was still present.

“I see, well let’s get back to work Ingo”

As they start to walk in the direction of the multi-battle train, Emmet’s starts to talk a bit.

“I am Emmet, and you will not believe what the emergency that Jackie wanted me to check out was...”

#pokemon #pokemon au #zoroark emmet au #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #my fic #submas #novembmas #subway boss ingo #subway boss emmet #Illusion of Replacement AU

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laineystein · 1 year ago

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If this is weird you don’t have to answer it but I was wondering what sparked your interest in WW2? Not to say that Jews can’t like WW2 I just feel like it’s not common and it’s always fascinated me a bit especially because I think you said once that you have shoah survivors in your family? again if this is weird you can ignore it and I apologize lol

Not weird!

Have I answered this before? I feel like I have. But I’m happy to share again!

I am the grandchild of two Shoah survivors. I grew up very angry at the goy world and I didn’t understand how the entire world had turned a blind eye to the atrocities of the Holocaust and everything that led up to it. It was mind boggling to me that other people (goyim) were living lives completely separate from this genocide. And I didn’t have stories about non-Jews during this time. Until I was 21 I really didn’t have much interaction with the goy world at all. So I started reading about the war and what was going on in their world at that time. I was still angry, maybe even more so, but it gave my anger even more context. And I felt kind of valid in my anger…which I can’t really explain and I feel like I’m not articulating it properly here. Being the granddaughter of Holocaust survivors entitles me to anger and a million other emotions; knowing what happened surrounding that horrible time gave my emotions confidence. Nobody could ever say I didn’t understand what was going on. People *did* turn a blind eye to the growing antisemitism in Europe. People did know about the camps and said nothing. The world was fighting a different war than my family and my tribe and my family and my tribe would forever be fighting a different war, even when this particular war ended.

More simply - in general, I love history. It fascinates me. I love knowledge and learning. I think the knowledge that makes you uncomfortable is the knowledge you really need to learn because that’s the world and some aspects of it are never going to change. And a lot of it still makes me angry but when I compartmentalize it, some of it is courageous and inspiring and I think a lot of people were backed into a corner and thought they were doing the right thing. (I’m referring to 18 year old Allied soldiers who thought they were fighting for their country but just ended up watching their friends die and living in horrible conditions for months. I’m not talking about Nazis. Fuck Nazis.)

Regarding BoB - that premiered right around 9/11. And for 24+ hours I thought my parents were dead so when they finally got home, my dad sat down to watch it (he loves Spielberg) and with everything going on, he felt bad telling me I couldn’t watch it too. It was probably not appropriate for an 11 year old (read: it was NOT appropriate for an 11 year old). But he let me watch the entire thing with him. And he, the son of Holocaust survivors who knows far more about what my grandparents went through than I do or ever will, thought the Shoah episode was…fair. He got me the box set (it was before I left for undergrad - it was 5 VHS tapes and I actually put it in my carry on). I ended up watching it anytime my life was stressful. Midterms and finals. Sleepless nights in the army - I made my entire team watch it and they actually liked it. I watched it a lot in med school because I was really fucking miserable and had no friends so I just spent a lot of time in my apartment by myself. It was just a weird comfort watch when my life was chaos - but I almost always skip episode 8 because again: compartmentalizing.

The more I talk about this the more I realize how weird this is (my hyperfixation, not your question) but whatever.

Tachles there ya go 🙃

#lainey things #this is a weird rant you’re welcome #tw: Holocaust #tw: shoah

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erralinadventures · 2 months ago

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So, I'm bored, so decided to do this! I'ma just...fill it out for Sparta (My favorite character in my little universe)

1) I've jumped between a few. Some examples are, Kano from MK and Heisenberg from RE8.

2) It varies to due immortality and eventually outliving them, but the current best friend is Kinnio, because Gym Bros

3) 'Undead Lullaby' by JT Music, 'Stay Dead' by Aviators.

4) No current love interest, no N/A

5) No.

6) He is very good at a LOT of things, again, due to immortality and having a long life, but he prefers to blacksmith. Even if it's modern day, people find swords cool.

7) He's already fantasy so this question doesn't really apply.

8) He likes to blacksmith, fight, and unwind in...less great methods. Being a demigod of Alcohol has perks I guess.

9) He enjoys working out, though he doesn't need to. A canon fact is that he does not need to work out to keep muscle, as his lineage grants him that benefit.

10)...no, he does not care for himself mentally.

11) I was listening to music, 'Undead Lullaby' specifically, and I realized that a undying demigod would be cool. So I slapped some trauma on that bad boy and went from there.

12) Actually yes, I will not talk about it much, but a friend of mine and me have made our worlds connected. Sparta spends a lot of time in his world, and some of his characters have leaked over into mine. His friends over there would be a cafe owner and a serial killer.

13) He doesn't really consider them a rival, but he once turned a Orc into a sentient Warmech, and the Orc vowed revenge. Despite the Orc wanting to be turned into a Warmech.

14) So, this leads into the other world my friend made. 2 characters he cannot help but get violent upon seeing is a alien military general and a supposedly dead medieval king. Both for family related issues.

15) No. When he isn't doing his 'job' as a blacksmith, he typically faces off against things so other people won't have to. He considers this his only purpose in life, and he feels horrible if he ever tries to settle down and stop.

16) Yes, in fact they are both divines, and he often visits them on holidays. He always brings gifts for his mother no matter the time of year.

17) He is in fact a parent of two. He does think one of them is dead though. His son supposedly died, but was saved by a scientist, and his daughter happily lives with him.

18) He/Him.

19) Bisexual. Though most of the people he gets into relationships are women, men are not off the table. Love language...haven't really thought about that. He typically likes being close to whoever he would care about, and is known for being very overprotective.

20) He actually has a weapon he made himself which is a hook on the end of a 50 foot chain. The chain bends to his will and can be used for many things, such as restraining, slashing, or climbing. It also is a great belt.

21) I don't really have one, apologies.

22) Fighter all the way.

23) Sometimes. He doesn't require sleep, and the only time he sleeps is to like delve into his own head. If he is asleep, good luck. If he's awake, he'll be there in a few minutes.

24) He can play most instruments, but he prefers guitar. He thinks it makes him look cool.

25) He is a great singer. He doesn't sing often though.

26) I don't actually know many flowers.

27) Fantasy Creature: Pheonix Real Creature: Bear probably.

28) I don't know many, so can't really answer this properly.

29) He'd probably be confused and just turn it into a ton of pictures of beasts he's defeated.

30) New friend yay.

Fuck it, OC brain rot won. Get ready for the Secret Ask List

1) Does your OC have a voice claim, if so who?

2) Who's your OCs best friend? How did they become best friends?

3) What song describes your OC?

4) What song describes your OC and their partner/love interest?

5) Do you ship your OC with a Canon character? If so who?

6) If your OC is in a fantasy setting, what profession would they be in the modern day?

7) Vice-Versa! If your OC is in the modern day, what fantasy class would they be? Would they be a different race?

8) What hobbies does your OC have? What do they do to unwind?

9) How does your OC handle their physical health? Do they take care of themselves?

10) How does your OC handle their mental health? Do they take care of themselves?

11) What was your inspiration for your OC?

12) Does your OC interact with other people's OC? If so, who's their best OC friend?

13) Does your OC have a rival? How did it start?

14) Who's a character your OC cannot stand! It's on sight when they see them!

15) Will your OC ever retire? Do you see them making it?

16) How's their relationship with their parents? Are they alive?

17) If your OC has kids, are they a good parent? Do they ever feel guilty if they have to leave them?

18) What are their pronouns? What would they like to be called?

19) What's their sexuality? What's their love language both giving and receiving?

20) If they fight, what's their weapon of choice?

21) What song best describes their relationship with their enemy?

22) Fight or Flight? Are they a lover or a fighter?

23) Is your OC reliable? Can I call them up at two in the morning if I have a flat tire?

24) Can they play any instruments? If so, what do they play?

25) Are they the kind of person who can't resist a good song? Can I catch your OC singing to themselves while they do the dishes?

26) What flower do you associate your OC with?

27) What's their spirit tamagotchi? Or an animal you associate them with?

28) What clique would they be in? (Draw them in the clothes of said group!)

29) Imagine a mood board for your OC! What's on it? (Make it if you want!)

30) My OC and your OC are friends. This isn't a question. I'm not asking. (How do they respond?)

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