#building the fandom from scratch if I have to

[lovedoso]

Day #1 of me advertising manhwas cuz webtoon is blind and cannot see gold

rolling on the floor bcuz I no longer had anything to look forward to every Tuesday. What are the chances lico decide to not have a 6 mo min hiatus this time...

Anyway js found "a man's man" on webtoon and is this not a secret love child between aggretsuko and lookism?

ok, here's the summary:

recently promoted ceo of Samsung- I mean hansung received the news the coworker he fired js committed suicide and his wife divorces him. He then (assumed to) died of alcohol poisoning and regressed 20yrs into the past. No longer give a sh- abt success, he now focuses on saving his team, family, and woo his wife for the second time.

idk if this sounds as exciting as it is but here's my list:

-found family, good but manipulative protag, survivor guilt, light angst, mature side cast, helpful side cast, well written side cast, loyal second chance romance, 100% justice execution, action (boxing & criminal work), woke up in bed at least once with a man, make me excited over a powerpoint, stalker arc, scammer arc, (bout to list off more from my lookism list but I only read 86 chapters)

[redthemarten]

Hi!! I love your wriolette comics so much, they're so fun and adorable 😭💕 Question, do you have a profile in other social media aside from Tumblr?

Hello!!! Thank you so much! QwQ that makes me so happy

As for the social media, well. I do have profiles on a bunch of them, but I have sort of abandoned all of them a while ago (only lurking occassionally). It was too much for me, I've been going through Things™ and couldn't keep up. So currently I post my silly little comics exclusively to tumblr!

That said, I've been thinking of maybe going back to posting on another site as well... so a question to you guys (you, Nenu, as well as my other followers) is: is there any specific place where you'd like to see me hanging out at? Is Bluesky still a thing or what else do Young People use these days???? I can have Neuvi bring Wrio's ass over there, just say a word

[toolshedstool]

getting into a new fandom is waaayyy scarier than it used to be tbh. in my most recent fandom before sp (which im still mostly in, my hyper fixations have just shifted around) i made a lot of dark content, and got messages accusing me of crimes and trying to guess what type of abuse i'd been through over it. can't remember if i personally got suicide bait and/or threats to my well-being, but i saw mutuals get them and that sort of stuff genuinely scares me. i also just have anxiety in general so that doesn't help lol. idk, shit feels so hostile, especially if you aren't interested in keeping up with whatever rules that cyberbully circles make up.

[phoenixiancrystallist]

Month 4, day 13

Anyone remember this animation I was working on? Decided to poke at it a bit more

Anyway I may decide to scrap this and leave it to forever languish in the incomplete pile. Mostly because ProCreate Dreams, despite my excitement for it when it was announced, it a butt to work with and I'm not really having fun with it

Still proud of Clere in his pot tho :3

[ladedanixie]

Ok, I love this show, but if I could get rid of one episode and rewrite another while leaving the majority of everything else untouched. I'd chose---

Seeing Stars and Unhappy Campers. I'd rewrite Seeing Stars and delete Unhappy Campers.

Why?

Seeing Stars should've been a purely Octavia and Loona focused episode. The scene with Loona and Octavia would have hit harder that way.

Unhappy Campers, is bad, I love Millie focus, I like learning about Barbie but its executed badly, and while it is a Millie focused episode, the development and pov is mainly Moxxie's. Moreover, its more about them as couple than solely about Millie. If we wanted to addressed their issues as a couple, we could have done that in Exes and Ohs. Moreover the Barbie stuff we could swap out the Hellbies shot stuff for the Barbie stuff. A more serious parallel to Oops where someone he loves gets hurt, but he chooses family but still loses them anyway.

Also Millie development can be outside Moxxie and Blitz, this episode told us Millie thinks she plain and boring and after seeing Fionna and Cake, she's not too different from Betty in the sense that she does keep sacrificing to keep her boo happy cause he's too in his stuff. You could say Seeing Stars shows that. But we could have had this hinted at before on Millie's side. Have Blitz ask at least once, what she sees in him. When he's so goddamn whiny and single minded. But yeah anyway.

How would I rewrite Seeing Stars?

I would keep it the same up until Octavia broke into the office, and I would have Loona tag along with Octavia.

They would just focus on Octavia's journey, bumbling around L.A., refusing to address why they're there. (Oh hey look Like Fathers, Like Daughters. They are all bad at communicating.)

Blitz freaks about Loona, but then realizes Stolas would be mad, we'd still have that scene be mostly the same aside from Blitz freaking out too. We learn about how Stolas found Blitz in Truth Seekers or we have the gang employ another Hell Hound, maybe even bring back Tex again. Maybe Stolas has an idea of the books last use. But aside from that can't track it because it's in the hands of a rightful user. As well as the limitations of the human world.

They go to the human world, we can keep the Moxxie and Millie hijinks and other things up until the van. In the Van, Blitz and Stolas are freaking out about their girls, and Stolas wonders again why Octavia did this and wondering why Loona went with her. Blitz then ashamedly admits why Loona left and that he's a bad dad, and Stolas assures him he's not. They have a moment, Stolas tries to reach out and hold Blitz's hand to comfort him, just like he did at Ozzie's, but Blitz shuts it down immediately. Stolas is unhappy, looks down at his phone. He tries to bring up Ozzie's, "Blitz I know its not the best time but I just want to say I'm---" he gets cut off and they are whisked into the building.

Meanwhile, Octavia and Loona are still wandering L.A., Loona wants to go to a coffee shop, and Octavia tells her to do whatever she wants, but as Loona responds she spots a pet shop, or a dog pound. Cue trauma as she recalls the day Blitz adopted her. We focus on the hound trying to hurt her, her fear, her huddling into the bed, and distantly we can hear Blitz and the lady talking, same dialogue, "Oh that's Loona, she'll never amount to nothing" until Blitz says "I want to adopt her." "What?" "I want to adopt her." He says, looking right at her while holding the bars, his smile is soft and kind. Loona growls at him, but he doesn't stop smiling. And you see the brief bit of hope enter Loona's eyes, then we transition back to L.A. as Octavia is concerned for Loona. "Hey, hello, are you alright?" Loona gaze hardens. "I'm just fine." "You sure, because you looked like you were having a stroke."

"Can you just fucking drop it? I need some fucking coffee."

Loona leaves Octavia behind. Octavia looks hurt.

Back to the t.v. studio. We can have it the same. (the water joke can stay as well, we can just have someone pour some water on a plant or something before hand to better set up the joke, instead of just having it on a poster in the background, it can still be on a poster. In fact, have a person drink the water in front of that poster, so later when Stolas throws it at the director no one is confused about why he's burning.) Blitz still has has flashback moment, but instead we can see him signing the adoption papers, linking back to that photo on his phone in Ozzie's. Loona is done with the whole thing and Blitz is beaming. But he overhears people saying they are happy to be rid of her sooner than 18, and that she's a good for nothing. Loona is hurt. She heard too. Blitz notices. "Hey, let's go home."

Come back to "no she's mine and I love her!" chaos ensues, ends at lets go find our daughters.

Meanwhile, Honey, I'm in the house is a live taping right, so it could be broadcasting as Loona's in a coffee shop, we see Loona see Blitz calling the pug Loona and sayin "no she's mine and I love her" and the camera tips over as all hell breaks loose, Loona see's Stolas too. And then we have the moment of her throwing her coffee away and going to find Octavia. We can have the sinstagram again or, as Loona is thinking of where to find Octavia, she recalls the common theme of Octavia's wandering. The stars. She finds out where you can see stars and she goes to Griffth Observatory. We have the exchange about smog and cutting her dad slack. When Octavia asks why. Loona apologizes to Octavia and explains why she tagged along. About Blitz, and then says but at least he's trying. There more impactful, and gives Loona more of an arc in the episode.

The girls go find their dads, Stolas and Octavia hug. Loona can still kick Blitz in the nuts, saying "that's for saying you were gonna replace me with a new secretary," then she picks him up and sets him right, and goes "thanks for coming to get me." He tries to hug her, she pushes him away. "Don't push it old man." Then we have the moment with Stolas and Octavia, same as the og, cue fireworks, cute moment. Back to M&M. Everyone goes home the end.

[fiamat12]

Re: The State of the Lukola Union

Part 2: "Mixed Message" - They lost the plot

I've always said timelines matter, the spaces in between matter and always always always motivation matters. So, to anyone who thinks that Lukola would purposely pay for the most chaotic narrative ever that toys w/ fans, teeters on career suicide and puts everyone involved in a less than favorable light (to put it mildly), perhaps it's time to come out of the shadows into the light, to use a BT0N phrase.

This, ironically, has been one big MIXED MESSAGE and a not-so secret secret that has completely LOST THE PLOT a long time ago. This is why we see OGs holding on by a thread and so many new theories/ side plots emerging that make less sense than the one before. But Lukolas aren't crazy and what we've been left with lately is a "Where's Waldo" of finding the plot, and a push & pull that leaves any sane person scratching their head.

To recap this past year, off the top of my head: (see if you can keep up) ⬇️

🦀 Part 2 Papgate - The Antluke faux launch

☀️ Antluke post-Sorrento "break up"

🥚 Lukola Easter eggs (Chaos week - Bless the Telephone, Scrabble, milk T-shirt, Juna, etc.)

🍺🌊 All Points Festival/ Malta - emergence of JD as a decoy

🎥 S4 filming, Polin strong

🇪🇸 Spain chaos w/ A insinuations

🏆 N awards/ accolades, more Lukola Easter eggs (Talk talk, the Wordle, claddagh in Tatcha promos, Time article, etc.)

🛩 Brb - soft launch build-up followed by NYC break down

🤐🤰 SILENT PERIOD w/ N still showing up to events but literally starting to show

🍝 Rome chaos w/ A insinuations

👭👯‍♀️ A's image rehab starring the Sohoes

🗣🚫 SAG announcements & interviews - LUKOLA DENIED. 🚢 Note: Fandom blamed for being too invasive and fandom/ ship wars

🍾 New Year of Lukola Easter eggs - potatoes, Trilogy ring, tan lines, "Thank you so much", Misdirected audiobook

👀 More adjacent appearances from both sides

✋️ "Let's get this done"

💑 SAG awards - Lukola soft launch

🎭 The Sheffield files & tales of a bad Mom

👃Antluke pap pics (Boogergate) & concert (Zombie)

🤐 SILENT PERIOD of almost a month w/ no adjacents

🌷Baftas announcement - flowers, Lukola-coded song, Mother's Day

✝️ Easter in Cyprus w/ the Roumeliotis (sounds like a bad reality show)

📰 Fandom Wire Lukola soft launch articles

🃏Uno Reverso - JD & N at Baftas Nominees party, Cannes, and A at The Baftas pre party & ceremony w/ L (staged pics, etc.)

Anyone able to keep track of the plot there??? Because if you think PR engineered this absolute shiteshow then they're wasting their money. And this last round of pap pics have been brutal towards L's image (take a cursory look at the comments on sm if you can stand it, and you'll see what I mean) - that's not a rebrand, that's sadomasochistic, if purposeful.

Since last summer, all I've seen is Lukola trying to emerge as a couple and constantly being shut down, redirected, reprimanded or restricted...

It's every meme one can find of this ⬇️

When it should have been this a long time ago... ⬇️

For those of us who can see behind the curtain, aren't dazzled by PR fakery, get celeb culture & legalize, and recognize celebs for what they are - REAL fallible people - we've known since the original Papgate, that "Something's rotten in the state of Denmark", or Lukolaland as it were. We're waiting for the happy ending to be public because THAT'S what makes sense, and the only plot that has a through line... 💍👶

Oh, C'mon!!! ⬇️

[shanastoryteller]

why isn't shanastoryteller's tumblr writing on ao3?

i've been asked this before, and i've gotten asked this a handful more times in just the past week, so

i'm going to link this post in my pinned post so it hopefully comes up a little less. i'm going to go through my answer in a detailed way that isn't necessarily all directed towards anyone who has asked some variation of this recently or ever, i'm just trying to be thorough to answer this for the (hopefully) last time

first there's the issue of formatting. there's pretty much no way to move what's at this point about 2,000 prompts over to ao3 in a way that isn't deeply annoying to myself, other users, and anyone who's subscribed to me. i'm not interested in making a new "chapter" for just a couple hundred words, i'm not going to tag 100 fandoms on one work, i don't want have to go to ao3 after every prompt cycle and copy and paste the prompts into the fic, whether that be as a new chapter or just editing a story to contain new material. the masterlist and updating the google doc already takes a decent amount of time and having to do this on ao3 would be both finnicky and time consuming and there's no way to set it up that i wouldn't find myself irritated with the prompts being on my profile period

however, most importantly, it just doesn't jive with how i use each of these websites

ao3 is an archive and dumping all my random prompts on there is an appropriate use for it. however. it's not how i personally prefer to use each site and just because something can go on ao3 does not mean i'm required to put it there

tumblr is my sketchbook and ao3 is my art gallery

the prompts and snippets and random crap i post here isn't thought out, don't necessarily have an overarching plot, or any real substance to them besides the scenes. they're fun, they're usually low effort, and they're things i work on without any real expectation that they'll spawn into a full, fully plotted story or at least not one i'm committed to writing out. i don't like having unfinished works on ao3 and i try really hard not to. if i'm posting something to ao3, that's me making a commitment to eventually (EVENTUALLY!!) completing it and having all my random, messy, incomplete prompts and scraps on there would 100% stress me out

like how sketches often become full pieces, it's not uncommon for a prompt series or random writing to turn into a full fic that gets fleshed out / expanded and put on ao3

The Great Puzzle, wing bones touching, Snakelet, Here Be Dragons, Become Tomorrow, shrine or scar, that is a door, Cartwheels in Cloud Recesses, Ghosts Shouldn't, Little Lion Boy, and Despite the Abundance all started on tumblr

but even in cases where i found a big chunk of the tumblr writings usable and worth keeping, it's not a matter of just copy and pasting it over and calling it a day. a full fic and and a series of random prompts or whatever scenes i've written on here isn't necessarily how i would choose to tell a longform story, so transporting them over always entails a fairly large amount of work on my end

in the case of the great puzzle, i used all that i'd written, it was just the commitment and plot to writing the story through. for wing bones touching, i'm using most of what's already been written, but there's a lot of connective tissue and build up to earn the payoff that i hadn't bothered to write when it was just a prompt series that now has to be put in

there are some series where this is easier than others. the azula and zuko series, for example, would have to be written almost entirely from scratch. it encompasses a huge amount of time and action and earns pretty much none of it - because the format means it doesn't have to.

living blood is one that i'm thinking will probably end up on ao3 at some point because i've written a lot of the connective tissue and build up into it already so it's not such a huge effort to polish it up

"but you don't have to polish it up!" i can hear you saying. "you can just post it as is!"

i said it above and i'll say it again: i could. but i don't want to

i'm saying this with all the kindness and appreciation for your interactions and your comments and your readership but: not everything is about you

i link all the previous prompts in the most recent one. i make a masterlist after every prompt cycle. i have every prompt linked out in the google doc

i'm not opposed to making things easier for your guys, and have spent a lot of time doing so, but i'm completely uninterested in moving my prompts and random writings over to ao3 for all the reasons laid out above, and being asked repeatedly isn't going to change my answer

if you think those reasons are stupid and inadequate and it makes you mad, the good news is this: you don't have to follow me and you don't have to read my work. you're completely and totally free to opt out of this experience

if you find navigating prompts as i have them laid out to be too cumbersome and difficult then, kindly, don't read them

i'm not a professional, a company, or a celebrity. this blog and my writing is neither a product nor a service

the point where prompts are more stressful and irritating than they are fun, the point where sharing scraps of my writing becomes something that turns into an obligation or a drag or too much work, is the point where i stop doing it

[jeantism]

are you interested in helping to create a new Disco Elysium Wiki?

hello! this got mentioned on Tumblr so i might as well post it here.

the Disco Elysium Wiki project (hosted on wiki.gg, not affiliated with the previous group of the coincidental same name) is a group of contributors looking to create a new Disco Elysium wiki hosted off of Fandom. we're also expanding the lore beyond just "Disco Elysium" and adding articles on PJOL and other world-building pieces later on. as the Fandom wiki won't allow forks, we're creating it from basically scratch. it's been a big undertaking but we've made so much progress.

we are in some serious need of writing talent, but we also have roles like coding, organization & lore-collecting. there are many pages that could use your help, even if it's just to critique grammar or add other little tidbits.

the wiki itself will be open to the public on April 28th. we do not expect it to be "completed," just open. right now it is completely onboarding, so there's no public site yet. if you're interested in contributing or checking it out, please consider joining! :]

a preview!

{ID - 1 - The Disco Elysium Wiki Project logo, styled after the DE Logo

2 - A screenshot of the Disco Elysium Wiki Project home page

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Idk if someone has said this before but i find it weird how the fandom insists upon Malleus dynamic with Yuu being one of his core character traits yet he barely interacted with Yuu throughout all of book 7 and doesn’t even speak to yuu in the end of the book either.

Looking back on it, Malleus barely interacts with Yuu in the main story:

Prologue and Book 1 (September) - No Malleus appearance or notable interaction(s) with Yuu.

Book 2 (October) - First meeting with Malleus. He indicates that he is disappointed that Ramshackle has residents now and that he’ll have to find other ruins for his nightly walk. Malleus refuses to give Yuu his name and vanishes promptly after giving Yuu permission to call him by a name of their choosing.

Book 3 (November) - Yuu bestows the Hornton/Tsunotarou nickname onto Malleus. They share the deal they made with Azul; Malleus imparts wisdom onto Yuu that helps them discover the truth to the golden contracts. He also encourages Yuu to keep fighting for their dorm.

Book 4 (December) - No direct encounter with Malleus. Instead, he sends a holiday card to us via Lilia.

Book 5 (spans January to February) - Malleus teases Yuu about how he did not get a response to his holiday card. Yuu then gives Malleus a VDC/SDC ticket, which he is excited about (since it is an invite). He asks if Yuu will be participating in it, but says “Pity” when he learns they are only a manager. Malleus and Yuu meet again after Vil’s OB. He reveals his name and identity, but Yuu continues to call Malleus by their nickname for him. Malleus restores the destroyed stage as a blessing to the team.

Book 6 (February) - Malleus appears at the beginning and end, but does not have direct interactions with Yuu. He provides some information to other characters, restores Vil, and then curiously observes the other dorms reuniting with their respective OB boys. However, there is a scene in which Malleus stands in a destroyed Ramshackle dorm and remarks: “I was disappointed at first when Yuu started living here […] It's the strangest thing, though... With Yuu and the others gone, this place is back to how it was—devoid of life. Yet when I walk through it, I feel a most unpleasant sensation, like briars scratching against my skin. It's returned to the abandoned building I was so fond of before, and yet I'm feeling this way...” At the end of book 6, Malleus appears again but doesn’t interact with Yuu. He restores Vil’s youth and then curiously observes everyone’s jubilant reunions.

Book 7 (spans March to mid-May) - Ortho asks Yuu if they know of any fae, and Yuu thinks of Malleus. Malleus meets Yuu during a Mickey stakeout night arranged by the first year students. He shares a story from his childhood, to which Yuu remarks that he seems lonely. Malleus is surprised by this label but then asks, “What if… What if...there was some way to guarantee you'd never lose your friends, or family, or anything else? Would you wish for that?” and tries to come up with a solution. He then laments that everyone is leaving him, and no one will be left to invite him to anything. Technically, Malleus meets Yuu again a handful of other times in book 7. These other encounters are in a group settings where is focus is on other characters (the ones actively fighting him). Malleus doesn't have other explicit alone moments with Yuu (unless you want to count the time when falling debris traps Yuu and Grim before they can safely evacuate, but I personally don't because the narrative doesn't call attention to this as being intentional on Malleus's part).

If you count direct interactions between them in the main story alone, Malleus and Yuu have only about 5 total. These interactions are generally very short and/or not very substantive. For example, while Malleus does give Yuu advice, it's only once, and Yuu doesn't even formally learn his name or who he is until ~6 months into the year.

I think the fandom tends to perceive the relationship between Malleus and Yuu as being strong due to a few big factors: presentation and projection.

Look back at the interactions throughout the main story. Yuu doesn't even think much about Malleus until book 7 (and even has to be prompted to thinking about it by Ortho), but Malleus acts very... playful in comparison. For one, he keeps returning to Ramshackle at night despite claiming he'll have to find other ruins to fill in for it now that Yuu lives there. For another, he encourages Yuu to fight for their dorm + offers wisdom, is thoughtful enough to send them a holiday card, and is pleased that Yuu is fearless enough to refer to him by a silly nickname. It's also clear that Malleus has an attachment to Yuu, even though he cannot always articulate this well. For example, he seems to tease Yuu about being onstage for VDC/SDC and is disappointed to learn they are only a manager. He also indicates feeling lonely when Ramshackle is left empty in book 6, finding it odd because he usually likes solitary places. Finally, Malleus's sadness is enhanced in book 7 when he learns that Yuu may have found a way home. Twst presents Malleus a certain way because they wish to endear him to the player. They want to make him the player's "special friend". Players can be the only one who see Malleus for who he is. Players get to befriend an OP mage and dark fae prince. He likes you. This is intended to make the players, too, feel "special". However, Yuu barely seems to reciprocate because of their self-inserty nature; how valuable the friendship is relies on personal interpretation and investment in it, because the game barely gives Yuu instances to interact with Malleus.

I should also mention that many will point to Malleus's voice lines as proof of his closeness with Yuu. (Some call his voice lines outright "flirty" and will joke about how Malleus "missed the meeting about Twst not being a dating sim.") Indeed, he has numerous lines which imply doing activities with them outside the scope of the main story. But this isn't unique to specifically Malleus; every character gets fan service-y voice lines aimed at the player, but Malleus's are just called out more due to the importance placed on his role in the main story + the large volume of his fanbase. Personally, I find voice lines (and events too) to be sort of a grey area since they are not necessarily canon to the main story. That doesn't mean that enjoying the voice lines or factoring them into a character's relationship with Yuu is wrong, I just think it doesn't always accurately reflect the actual bond depicted in the main story campaign. They're moreso there so the players can get attached to the characters and daydream up their own connections with the boys. This is why even the grumpier or less friendly characters will be more okay with spending time with you once you whack them on your home screen while also being annoyed at you if you call out to them in the main story hi, Leona.

The other half of it I think is projection. Because Malleus is such a mysterious character and his book is very late in the main story, we did not have a ton of information about him when Twst first launched. This means there was plenty of room for fans to speculate, headcanon, and theorycraft about him more than the average Twst character. This results in a far more personal bond with Malleus, as you, the player, have dedicated significant time and energy to develop fanon lore and feelings around the guy. Players have a tendency to use what little content there is of Malleus and fill in the gaps themselves. This emotional investment can heighten or exaggerate how one perceives the connection between them and this character, which may result in people perceiving Malleus's friendship with Yuu being very strong or very important.

This actually led to several people believing that Yuu finding a way home in book 7 is what would ultimately lead to Malleus's overblot. Instead, it ended up being Lilia that triggered him to pop off, with Malleus even shouting that he doesn't want to lose him. Yuu sort of contributed to it (being another person that was going to leave Malleus + suggesting that they'd want a want to stop their loved ones from going away), but was not even mentioned in his emotional outburst. They didn't speak to each other at the end either. Ironically, this echoes a common sentiment I hear from newer players who play Twst because they heard about the hot goth dragon boy. They entered Twst thinking he would be a super close with Yuu (a first impression formed by watching the fandom from the outside), but then are surprised to learn that Malleus and Yuu don't really have that dynamic unless you go out of your way to look for it or extrapolate from voice lines.

I think one thing that really gets overlooked when it comes to Malleus is how much he also stands to learn from characters besides Yuu. The fandom so often holds Yuu up as special to Malleus (which is true to some extent), but they may also neglect to acknowledge other students. For example, Malleus is delighted in finding a human (Rollo) that actually makes HIM fearful. He also cites "Yuu and the others" when discussing how empty Ramshackle feels mid-book 6 and finds himself curious about all the dorms happily reuniting at the end of book 6. In his Bloom Broom vignettes, Malleus mentions that Ace and Deuce are also very interesting humans. More explicitly, he states that "I'm glad I can use magic because it allowed me to come to Night Raven College," a place where he can meet different people and have these unique experiences with them. And, of course, we cannot discount Diasomnia, especially seeing as how the fear of losing Lilia forever sparks Malleus's overblot.

There's always a possibility that Malleus and Yuu's friendship is made to be of more importance in book 8, especially seeing as Diasomnia will probably be returning as our helpers for that book. However, I wonder if it will really... work??? Since so much of that relationship's strength is dependent on how much the player likes Malleus (and therefore dependent on how much self-projection they engage in with him to fill in the gaps of the relationship), it could fall flat 💦

I feel like a more realistic direction would be to see Malleus take baby steps in reaching out to and connecting with his peers, especially because his strong magic (which he apparently no longer has??) was previously a deterrent that kept him isolated from others. Maybe it could work if Yuu serves as a bridge or someone that facilitates his socializing?

[lukolathoughts]

Dearest gentle readers,

As a GCSE English teacher in the UK, I have taught Of Mice and Men until I am blue in the face. I know the text like the back of my hand. There is a scene/extract where Carlson takes Candy’s dog outside to be shot (spoiler) and the men in the bunkhouse listen and wait anxiously for the eventual gunshot. The tension builds and builds and builds and the characters become more uncomfortable as they wait. To demonstrate how this tension might feel, I would often show my students a video of a balloon getting bigger and bigger and bigger. You get the idea. Until it becomes so uncomfortable you can’t stand to watch it. You know the explosion is coming but there is nothing you can do to stop it. The eventual BANG brings both fear and relief. This my friends, is how I perceive the Lukola fandom at this current moment. Like a kettle whistling away on a stove that no one knows how to turn off. All waiting for the eventual BOOM of the gunshot that feels inevitable. It is in tarot, the Tower.

Of Mice and Men is also a great one for division. White against black. Men against women. Social class. Feels familiar doesn’t it in this day and age? Ironically, next year it is being taken off UK GCSE English exam papers for being too ‘controversial’.  A damn shame in my opinion, as it’s just as relevant now as it was in the 1930’s. Probably even more so. Anyway, in this fandom we have mainly the Lukola’s against the Jakola’s or the Jakeholes as I call them. This narrative was perpetuated by a certain creator after the festival photos of Jake and Nic emerged in August. Until this point it was widely accepted that Nic had been socialising with her ‘gay’ friend Jake and no one batted an eyelid about it. Until those pap photos dropped of a seemingly ‘tipsy’ Nicola staring adoringly up at her ‘friend’ Jake and scratching his arm. Hmm, weird I thought. Didn’t we just have chaos week? Wasn’t the fandom floating on air at this point examining Nic’s ‘drink your milk’ t -shirt and obsessing over Nicola’s insta posts? We knew damn well Luke was home from Italy and we knew he had left two days early alone without his homeboys and most importantly Antonia. What is the meaning of these paparazzi shots taken from the VIP area of the festival. Didn’t Nic just sign with CAA talent agency a few weeks ago? The gears in my over stimulated brain dismissed the photos as Nic simply being over friendly with Jake, as she is prone to be, despite him looking bored and uninterested in her, and I simply went about my day.

Well, we know the rest of the story. The New York stalking incident where a fan practically chased Nicola and Jake down the street. Again, sent to find them reportedly by the ‘creator’. The photos and videos emerged and showed that Nic and Jake were holding hands. It’s okay, he was just leading her away as she has little Irish legs. Now the narrative was well under way and the gleeful Jakeholes had started to creep out from their swamp. The Jakehole ship was rising like an infested remnant of an 18th century passenger ship, spluttering its way across the Atlantic. This is no splendid brand new Titanic, my friends. This is a leaky, wooden, rickety old boat that I’m amazed gained it’s sea legs in the first place.

This was then followed up by the real kicker. The Lukola fandom had been floating on air in joined union and rejoicing over ‘October chaos week 2.0’ as I like to call it. It started with Luke’s cheeky October 3rd post of Polin and ended with the sheer euphoria of BOTH Luke and Nic seemingly on route somewhere. Perhaps, together, perhaps not. But he posts his luggage at an airport! When has Luke Newton ever done this? Nicola then posts herself smiling on a plane and I swear everyone just about fainted in excitement. Oh, the euphoria. Only then spoiled by the stalking incident, which I am convinced spooked Nic and Luke back into the shadows. Then the second lot of Jake and Nic pap pics hit, and this is the one that really hurt. I remember my discord going wild and then me and my bestie wife (she knows who she is) trying to justify the weather for about three weeks in the UK. Not that it really mattered. Distraction or no, the stage was set for the most bizarre few months of my life and undoubtedly Nicola, Luke and Jake as well. What a mess. The Jakehole ship gains some traction and starts chugging away like Popeye the sailor man after too much spinach.

But we’re a stubborn bunch the Lukola fandom. Things behind the scenes were not adding up and anyone with a set of eyes and a smart phone could deduce the real story from Jake’s Instagram. And then like some magic glitter bomb in comes Antonia. Can you hear the song Wrecking Ball by Miley Cyrus screeching in your ear? Because I can. I had done a tarot read that morning and got repeated Antonia cards and most specifically the girl with the snake. My breath caught in my lungs, and I knew she was coming like some willowy Darth Vader with an axe to grind, eating a lettuce sandwich. I quickly jumped on You Tube and gave my warnings. I know it was inevitable. I know a lot of other readers got the same message that day too and I give some of them credit for that. Prepare the ship! incoming attack port side. Boom. I’ve really started to fear seeing bowls of pasta which is ridiculous. I think I have PTSD from pasta gate 1 and 2.

And here my friends is where another division happens. I can pinpoint it exactly for you. Antonia’s pasta video from a Rome restaurant that Luke had been tagged at an hour before. All hell breaks loose, and I mean it. I got a sick feeling in my stomach, not because I believe a word that girl says, but because I KNEW others would. People started jumping off the USS Lukola quicker than I could say, wait a minute, please just wait! There were me and others running around the deck shoving the band out of the way as the death throes of Nearer my God to Thee sound in a haunting melody. I could see the captain of the ship, followed by his foolish crew, letting the water suck them down whole. It was no use, they had jumped all the way down to Davey Jones locker while I still stood on deck, with many others, watching their faces disappear into the murky depths of the black sea.

I do not wish to give Antonia anymore power, but girl I would have been impressed if it wasn’t such a mean thing to do. There is speculation, Luke may have given her the video to distract from some things, that might even be a bit too delulu for even me to comprehend. She also had friends in Italy at the time who could have given her the video, including a dancer friend of hers. She could have simply saw Luke’s location and downloaded a video off the internet. Or she simply was there. I must come to terms with that critically in my own mind as a possible option. However, I do think if she really was there, she would have posted more than some woman making pasta. Admittedly, I am one of those people who like to take pictures of my food, and I bet my arse, Antonia is too. Where is your plate of pasta Antonia? Where are the pictures of Luke’s studio, his hotel room, his shoes? Any bit of evidence you are with him like she used to post incessantly during the world tour to prove her proximity.

We found out later that Luke was not at the restaurant that day. The man pictured was not the owner and just a fan who had a picture with Luke some days or weeks before. The next day after pasta gate 1.0, Luke pushes a bunch of PR explaining he is in Rome to film his first movie White Mars. I felt a lot of energy behind this from him, even if he didn’t organise the Deadline article directly. Antonia was punished accordingly and was in my imagination told by Luke, I will not like your pathetic grid posts on Insta for the whole month of November, so don’t bother. She didn’t post to her grid.

The damage had been done, almost like a tornado hitting and spinning USS Lukola on it’s head. But we were still standing with a new faction of die hard Lukola’s forming. Nothing short of a kissing photo or a word coming from either Nic or Luke was moving us off this ship and that is where we are today. The Lukola’s who jumped, what happened to them? Well, like ghosts of their former selves they spend their time walking along the seabed aimlessly between still wanting to be on the ship but having a new perspective of ‘realism’. We must be realistic, me hearties!! Luke is still most likely with Antonia (eye roll) and Nicola is with Jake (major eye roll, they have left my sockets). I talked a lot about critical thinking in my last blog and I don’t want to rehash it all here, but there is no evidence that Luke has been within the same breathing space as Antonia since last July. I do not count the dodgy Facebook post by Luke’s mother as any kind of believable evidence. No, I also do not believe that Luke’s mother has a beef with Nicola either. Anyone who ever meets Nicola seems to be sucked into her light like a moth to a Dyson hoover. I do not believe Michelle would to it to either Luke or Nic, as I have explained previously.

So, the last week has been a bit exciting for the Lukola diehard’s. Again, here comes another split. Crack, like lightening hitting a road. Nicola appears looking fabulous at the Big Boys premiere in London last Wednesday 22nd January. She was again dressed in black. I should have put bets on it, but I’d win pennies at this point in my predictions that Nicola would be wearing black. Now why is she wearing black again you ask, well dearest gentle reader that is the question, isn’t it? Why does she have a bottle of non-acholic beer at her feet? Why is her dress at the event raising eyebrows? I will tell you why: the Empress, the High Priestess and the Moon repeatedly. It’s as simple as that for me. That is all I will say, because the hate is real guys. I woke up Thursday morning to a barrage of insults. I had not said anything publicly on Twitter about Nicola.

Here now comes the death knell of my one remaining Lukola discord. I woke up to the announcement the server was being shut down. I took my Twitter private to stop the trolls and I thought it was a bright idea to make my own discord server, to hell with the haters. Welcome everyone else. Anyone who disparages Nicola in any way, shape or form in discussions of personal body issues I find disgusting. Talking about a person’s weight is vile to me, it is not acceptable and calling someone ‘just fat’ to explain away other things is abhorrent. We should not be saying things publicly. So now there the Lukola’s who believe one thing and the ones who still support Luke and Nic, but do not believe what they are seeing. That’s okay and we will not force those opinions on others. We will listen and we will wait. We will not comment on Nicola’s body.

There is one last split I want to touch on briefly. The division of the tarot readers. It is unfortunately the case now, much to my inner anguish. I started in this fandom listening to them and loving the readings. I had previously been reading privately on Harry and Meghan Markle (don’t even ask) and I was scared to read on Nicola and Luke because I didn’t want to know that weren’t together, because June 13th broke my heart just like everyone else’s. But these tarot readers were amazing, they gave me hope, and I truly admired and learned a lot from the OG’s. I listen and believe my spirit team implicitly and I will not turn on my intuition. I will not turn my back on Nicola and Luke. There is too much evidence to support they are together. Christmas and NYE confirmed this for me significantly and the fact that Jake got a job in Sheffield yesterday. Good for you Jakey boy, off you go and let the grown-ups carry on now. There are tarot readers who sadly stopped believing, they jumped off with the rest of the frantic Lukola’s and they keep trying to swim back to the surface, before being dragged back down by yet another social media post of the adjacents or paparazzi picture, despite evidence to the contrary.

You know who doesn’t have social media and her readings never change, and she stays true to her heart? The lovely Meghan on YouTube. She doesn’t know about adjacent drama, so they are simply not in her remit and her spirit guides do not address them either. My advice is to follow her lead and listen to what Nicola and Luke tell us, no one else.

It is okay as well for other tarot readers to have different opinions and I respect that, but as public facing roles with large platforms, it is our responsibility to be excellent role models to our followers. We should be supporting each other as women and not disparaging those we read on with our biases. Foul mouthed rants and calling Nicola names is not helpful.

In conclusion, the fandom is a powder keg. We are all sitting in the bunkhouse divided but ultimately waiting for the same gunshot that will snap us back. This might put us all back on the same page, all back to shipping Lukola where we started last year, or this gunshot could divide us further as all factions refuse to see or believe the truth. I truly believe we are coming to the end of this now and one way or another, the truth is on it’s way. We the fandom are the Tower, not Nic and Luke. One way or another, the tower will fall. One gunshot and bam.

[nyxindustries]

Lock Down | Tony Stark

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader Insert, T.S x Fem! Reader x Older x Younger Characters, Tony Stark x Y/n! Reader

Word Count: 2,000+

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, SMUT, Dom! Tony Stark,Sub! reader, Rough Sexual Intercourse, Explicit Language, brief smacking, ‘Daddy’ Name calling, semi-Slow burn (not really), Kinky Sex, Hair pulling, Scratching, Explicit Sexual read, Unprotected sex (Wrap it before you tap it!)

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Overriding the passcode to the lab since your lovely boyfriend Tony Stark officially locked himself in the lab because of stress with a new Iron Man suit.

The doors open to the lab as you step into the cold lab you see in the one single spotlight on above a hunched-over man on the table mumbling to himself as it looks like he’s trying to assemble part of a new Arc Reactor into the Iron Man suit with holograms all around him to help his work.

Setting down the tray of Tony’s favorite food on his desk that’s filled with little gadgets that you assume are new because you’ve never seen them before.

Quietly walking up to him as much as your heels allow as you stand behind him watching him build and solder a piece of metal together. It’s fascinating to you that Tony can get so lost in his work and look so beautiful while doing it, so laser-focused in his eyes with his eyebrows scrunched inward because he’s trying to make sense or putting together pieces of information in his mind, the wrinkles that appear on his forehead as his face goes relaxed.

Clearing your mind as you watch Tony's hand move to an object and your hand quickly covers the object as your free left hand snakes up his shoulder.

"Mhmm" Tony hums as he slowly looks at you and he places his hand on top of yours making you smile at him.

"Hi, how are you doing?" You ask gently and Tony gives you a look as his glasses tilt slightly.

"This Arc Reactor is not responding to the suit and I have no idea why…" Tony says quietly to you as you just nod knowing nothing about how all of this works. You're a SHIELD agent, you fight and try to save the world from aliens if possible.

"Anyways, it’s not your problem. What are you doing here?" Tony asks as he turns to you and you hand them the tray of food, which is two cheeseburgers and fries and onion rings.

"To Bring you your favorite food, thought you might need it. Put on a tray to be fancy" You joke with a weird mimic of an upper-class voice in the word ‘fancy’ making Tony smile but he doesn't laugh and he always laughs at your silliness or jokes. That's when you know he’s stressed as you watch him grab a cheeseburger and take a few quick bites as he shoves some of the fries in his mouth before turning around to the piece of the suit.

"…Tony…" you say but he goes back to soldering making you frown as you look around finding the plus as you quickly pull it out of the outlet making Tony instantly look up.

"What was that for?" Tony asks quickly as he reaches for the plug.

"Take a break! Eat something! Stop locking yourself in the lab!" You say him as you throw the plus across the room causing the soldering pen to fly across the table and fall off so Tony won’t touch it.

Tony giving you a wide-eyed look like he always does when he is stressed and when you decide to give him a break.

"Y/n-….Urghhhh" Tony groans out in frustration as he goes to get the tool but you quickly stop getting in between him and the table.

"No. Take a break." You say to him

"Make me! I need to finish this!" Tony says to you but you push him back.

"No, you’re not. Not today." You say and Tony stares at you.

"And who is going to stop me?" Tony asks and you smirk at him.

"I am, So take a break…" you say and Tony stares into your eyes as you stare back and your hands go to him.

"It will be good for you to clear your, Tone…" you say quietly as your hands slowly go underneath his shirt as he looks down at your hands.

"…y/n….I-I… I don’t have the time…I’m on a deadline." Tony says very quietly and you just chuckle.

"A deadline that’s next week…you have time and enough time to take out your frustrations too." You say as your hands skilled in what they do back off and come out of Tony's shirt as they pull your buttoned-up blouse out of pencil pencil-tight skirt, and start unbuttoning the buttons.

Tony watches you as you help you with buttons there and then until your breasts in a beautiful red lace bra are revealed.

"Take a break…it won’t be too bad." You say in the quietness that filled the air.

Tony's hands go to your waist as he lifts you to the lab table quickly. He takes one hand and clears the table with his arm by throwing everything off in one swoop with his arm, not caring about his work.

"You’re right, a break is what I need…Hey, Jarvis…Shut down the lab with soundproof…no one enters." Tony demands from his A. I just chime as the windows, doors, and glass all go dark and black with security screens from within the glass that Tony somehow installed and shut with security locks.

Staring at you as you feel his fingers crawl up your bare stomach now as his fingers hook underneath your bra and chase around to the hooks on the back that he undoes his one shot your bra falling as Tony yanks your shirt and bra off now, throwing them across the giant lab.

Tony's other hand, slides up your thigh underneath your skirt as he feels no underwear causing him to smirk, you planned this. The older man fingers gently caress your pussy causing you to shudder in pleasure for a moment as you hold your lips close so nothing can escape from them.

Seeing that smirk made your breath hitch in the quiet lab as Tony's eyes carefully trailed you up.

"Oh, no underwear…mhm that’s bad, baby girl…what if someone else saw what’s mine?" Tony questions and you just chuckle.

"Trust me, no one did…took them off right before I came in here…" you say with a smirk on your face as Tony grabs your chin tightly almost making your lips pucker as he forces you to look at him.

"You’re a brat…planning this so I can just fuck all my frustrations out on you," Tony says and you just stare at him.

"Yes." You choke out.

"How badly do you want?" He asks

"I want it hard, daddy." You choke out and Tony smirks at you as he lets go of your chin. It's bright red from his fingers.

"What else do you want?" He asks as he sees your hands slip into his pants you can see the growing tension in his pants.

"To please you daddy…" you say confidently as you push Tony back from you as you slip off the lab table completely undoing his pant button and zipper as his pants fall exposing his underwear and underneath with his hard and his growing cock.

Grabbing Tony's shoulder as you turn him around, pushing him against the table as he stares at you going down to your knees as your fingers hook the hem of his boxers and pull them down as a red throbbing big cock leaking precum springs out in front of your face making you smile. Hands grasping his cock firmly at the base as you start pumping him fast and hard making him groan out Tony's hands go to the side of the table to grip onto them as he looks down watching you as you lick your lips.

Sticking your tongue out as you lick one long strip onto his cock as Tony groans more at that sensation of your tongue as your wrap your whole mouth around him as you slowly started bobbing your head up and down on his cock causing Tony to groan out more audible moans.

Hearing his moans encouraged you even more by each one as you started sucking wildly causing Tony's hand to grab a fistful of your hair as your hands went down to hold onto his thighs tightly.

"OH FUCK! How did you get so good at this, baby? God" Tony moans out loudly as you feel him jerk himself inside your mouth making you look up at him. Bobbing your head wildly faster again as you feel Tony thrust his hips into your mouth causing his cock to hit the back of your throat you immediately felt tears well into the back of your eyes but you couldn’t care less about those tears as you for gag as Tony pushes your head into his cock making you gag even more as your mouth made his cock disappear making groan out.

Tony held your head there as your tongue swirled all around his cock and the tip like a lollipop before Tony removed your head and your mouth with a loud pop coming from the suction you had.

"I want you to take all this cum in you…You’re gonna take it, baby." Tony growls as he lifts you by your hair causing you to smile.

"U-…Y-Yesssss, Tonyyy." You slightly moan out as you suddenly feel yourself against the table staring out into the lab as Tony rips your pencil skirt off of you. Tony smacks your ass roughly a couple of times causing you to yelp as he flips you around making you look at him.

Your hands go to Tony's shoulders as he slides right into he lifts into the table causing you to moan out as your free right-hand goes up to his hair and slides through it as you gently pull his hair in pleasure as your left hand and arm go underneath Tony arm and land on his back as your nails meet his back fairly quickly with his second push into you without warning.

Feeling tight hands on your hips as Tony pushes you into his cock as he starts thrusting, pushing your tightly sealed mouth to moan out and your nails dig into his back a bit more.

The thrusts started to pick up even more causing you to moan even more as you closed your eyes still gently tugging on Tony's hair and your nails dragging against his back because you didn’t know what to do with your hairs.

Clenching around Tony tightly causes him to groan as he starts losing himself he puts a hand on your breasts massaging them as he continues to thrust and thrust wildly into you making you a moaning mess, making you get so so so much closer.

“Oh god…I’m almost there..” you moan out, and as you let go of Tony's hair he pulls you up kissing you passionately as you kiss back.

“Fuck….me too…” Tony moans out as she continues to thrusts as they get sloppier, more drawn out as he starts slamming into you harder as his cock starts to twitch in you. Tony slams into you in more time as you start cumming all along his cock he begincumming inside of you quickly causing him to groan out.

Staring at Tony as you smile at him he very slowly pulls out of you making you whimper at the emptiness. Sitting up from the table as you sit on the edge and feel Tony's cum ooze out of you as he watches with a smirk and as he leans in kisses you again as holds you close to him.

“Was that a nice break?” You ask and Tony nods.

“Oh baby, it was perfect.” Tony says as you chuckle softly hopping down from the lab table.

“Wanna take more of a break in the shower?” You ask and Tony smirks softly

“Deadline isn’t until next week…I can make some room..” Tony says with a smirk as you grab clothes and quickly go to the private back way of the lab that leads straight to your bedroom with Tony he laughs while following you.

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The Stray

Fandom: Call of Duty Pairing: Captain John Price x female reader/ John "Soap" McTavish Summary: Soap needs a place a to crash for a few days, what he finds is more than he'd thought. Length: Medium Warnings: NSFW 21 +ONLY, explicit content, strong language, detailed smut, m masturbation, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v.

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He doesn't take no for an answer.

Johnny likes that about the captain; no nonsense, no bullshit, cut and dry, you never have to guess with John Price who has stated more than once that he hates sugar-coated anything. That goes for food and information, by the way.

Riding shot gun, holding his standard military issued duffel, still holding strong since boot camp many moons ago in his lap, Soap watched as the city lights became sparse. The stacked, snow covered houses and buildings, the noise faded and morphed into faded stop signs and angled parking, was that a town clock tower?

"Yer sure 'bout me crashing at your place? I don't mind a hotel."

"Nonsense McTavish." John said as he rolled his 80's Chevrolet pick up truck to a stop at the light.

As Soap looked around, he realized that maybe this was the ionly stoplight around. Captain lived just outside of the city, nowhere near base, a small town. Smaller than where Soap hailed from even; it felt like a time warp. Gone were modern homes and electric vehicles but older model cars, rusted winnebago's, slanted parking, older brick buildings and a serious lack of a four story brick building in sight.

Instead he saw some young boys chasing each other with snowballs, small piles of snow lined the curb just outside of breakfast diner, a little girl had fallen off her tricycle outside of a pizza joint. Of course Price would live in a town like this.

"My ol' lady wouldn't be too happy with me if I let one of my men pay for some sterile room when we have a perfectly good guest bedroom in wait of use." John chuckled and eased on the gas, shifting gears as the sky bruised and the sun began to descend.

"What size is she?"

John mused. "Perfectly sized."

"Just hope she likes me."

"Aye you'll be a shoe in, sergeant. She maybe a little excited to meet someone new, might rush ya' a bit but she means well." He chuckled again and turned down another street before pulling into a quaint driveway, two car garage, a shovel leaned against the space between. The lights were already on, it surprised Soap to see a little snowman made by the front stairs of the porch.

The captain's house was well kept, maintained and cozy. An afghan draped over a soft looking lounge chair, the loves eat angled perfectly to the TV that HD stood the test of time apparently he hadn't seen a bubble TV in quite some time. A taxidermy pheasant and loon were placed on the coffee table next to an empty glass. There were paintings of farmhouses on one wall, a crocheted cut out of a lion on the other. It reeked of cider, sandalwood, smoke and something that John must've put in a croc-pot before his shift. Whatever it was, it smelled delicious.

"John, is that you?" a voice called out. In shock, Soap remained completely still.

"You know it! brought us home a stray." The captain said hanging up his hat on one of those old school diamond hat racks tacked to the wall, below hung a few coats of military green, muddy boots sat worn and limp on a shoe rack.

"Don't tell me you named it already!"

" 'fraid not little lady; he already came with one."

"Oh rats!"

As soon as he shut the front door, a scratching noise could be heard and as quickly as he looked up he saw a very excited tawny dog came bounding around the corner.

"There she is! Come 'ere ol' girl, did you miss me that much?" John ruffled the dogs fur, her tail winding before she collapsed on the floor for him to rub her belly. She let out a few excited barks before setting her hazel eyes on Soap, wiggling to get herself up off the floor, his loyal companion bounded at him, sniffing and licking at his hands until he dropped the duffel with a thud.

"Oh! you are a friendly one hey." He bent down and felt her curly q's, it almost looked like the dog was smiling at him. A new friend. He moved her collar, little strawberries with smiling faces with a bone shaped name tag; Mary Jo Price. "Ol' girl is a good girl."

"She sure is." Soap jerked at hearing the woman's voice clearer, mid belly rub of Mary Jo, his eyes moved towards the sound. There stood a leaning woman on the doorframe that must've lead towards the kitchen. It was such a stark contrast on seeing a plaid shirt Price had worn early on in the week be draped around a woman's' form versus the captain. It slouched over her shoulder, tied together to her figure by a similarly goofy apron with dancing banana's on it, in a pair of white crew socks.

Soap was stunned, who was this doll strutting around the captains' house, a one night stand who was staying another night, a roommate of sorts? was she dog sitting while John went to work and messed up her clothes? too many gears were working in Johnny's head to piece things together.

"Sorry 'im late, this is sergeant John McTavish, he'll be stayin' with awhile."

"Oh is that so?" She cocked her head at him before setting blazingly friendly eyes at him.

"Thought we could get use out of that guest room."

"Ah yes, excuses excuses. Now let me meet our guest."

A wave of the softest perfume or lotion wafted and hung around like a halo as she walked over, smile bright as the sun, he was expecting to shake hands only for her to swat his hand away.

"Any friend of John's is a friend of mine." She said and hugged him tightly.

"Told ya'!" Price said taking off his jacket to join his hat.

"Told him what?"

"That you'd be excited to meet someone new." He answered with a shrug.

"Um John… you're naked. Again."

"Wha'?"

She pointed to his hands, something shiny on her own caught his eye before lightly slapping his face and returned to the kitchen, Mary Jo following happily, maybe hoping for more pets and a possible scrap of what was cooking for being a good host.

"Oops." John Price made a face and dug into his front shirt pocket after patting his lovingly, Soap's brain was foggy as he was putting two and two together, watching his captain take out a wedding band and slipped it on without care.

He followed him blindly into the kitchen, face as scrunched as a single served napkin.

"Wait… Mary Jo isn't your ol' girl?"

"Wha'?"

"You said in the truck your ol' girl … wait… you're married?"

"Yeah." John said bluntly and opened the fridge to grab a drink.

"To each other?"

The pair turned to look at him. "Who did you think I was? I'm Mrs. Price. Would you like something to drink, dinner is almost ready. You're not vegan are you?"

"No."

"Good! we're having a shoulder roast, John snagged a deer last month and I've been dying to try out this recipe. Water? beer? iced tea? milk…"

"You're married?!"

"Johnny are you okay?" You asked, a soft hand on his shoulder as Mary Jo circled around the kitchen before laying down on her designated bed in the corner by the back door. More fruit and colorful displays, there was even a lemon shaped bowl on the counter with little yellow wrapped candies piled inside.

"John doesn't like to talk about his personal life on base with the company, puts me and him at risk if anything were to happen to him during a deployment, foreign or domestic." You explained.

It made sense but still, the captain could be cold as a blizzard, short, nothing to push or shove so to see you, a bright and colorful extension of him was blowing his Scottish mind.

Dinner was delicious, the bourbon John kept on a little drinking cart in the living room was even better, followed up by a welcoming house tour and showed him to his quarters.

….

Soap woke up to the sound of running water, a few days later, steam and the captains' shower gel of choice warmed through the early morning air of the home. He rolled over and grabbed another pillow hugging it close to his bare chest, fresh sheets, cozy bed, everything was perfect.

Until it wasn't.

The patter of your feet running towards the bathroom could be heard, walls were thin here, as you knocked rapidly before he could hear the door handle. Nothing out of the ordinary.

"John… John!"

"What is it? I'm almost done then you can--"

"No it's not that. I'm ov--" You rushed out in a huff.

"Wha'? 'old on. I can' hear ya' doll."

The shower soon shut off and your voices were clearer through the tiled walls.

"Repeat."

"I'm ovulating." You exclaimed.

"Now?"

"Right now?"

Price grunted and Soap had to cover his face, wondering if he should get up and leave the house for a bit, go for a walk, see the town, maybe the diner was open. But he stayed put, laying there with those fluffy pillows and blankets, he was so warm and comfortable but he didn't exactly want to hear his superior and you get it on.

"Yes. Right now." You answered.

"Well shit, let's do this."

"Language!" You scolded your husband with a slap somewhere on his body.

"He can't hear me."

"You know how I feel about swearing in front of guests. You owe a quarter to the swear jar, mister."

"Fine fine, jus' get in the room and take those panties off this instant, want that pretty cunt on my face stat!"

Jesus H! Soap covered his face with his hands, he was burning hot hearing the exchange and even more so when he could you giggling, running back to your bedroom with a yelp and the slam of your bedroom door just down the hall. Only the bathroom to separate you and even that wasn't enough to drown the sounds you were making.

Clearly you had shed your clothes, your hands had slapped against the wall or headboard, Johnny wasn't quite sure but the captain certainly wasn't some pussy eating slouch by the whines you let out. He covered his ears and rolled over, the soft plush thread count felt light and airy on his bare skin. Which didn't help the situation at hand.

Maybe he should quietly get up and leave the house but then they would know he was listening, not on purpose but he could hear you moaning, muffled sure, but moaning just the same.

"… keep it down or he'll hear you."

"I can't help it when you're licking me like that." You whined out, breathlessly.

"Cover your mouth or I'll find something to keep you quiet."

"Is that an order or a threat?"

John's laugh was bold and carried down the hallway with ease. "Both. Cover your face or you'll be tasting yourself on your panties."

With that he got back to work, your noises and squeals of delight more muffled as you had complied.

Johnny's cock was stirring beneath the sheets, waking to life, urging him to do something. Anything!

He didn't really want to think about his captain and his wife to get off but damn did you sound great. Pleasured by your man, trying for a baby, knowing you were ovulating, knowing for a fact that Price would emptying his balls into your cunt made him hotter.

Fuck it.

Johnny sat up against the smooth headboard cool wood against his naked back as he propped himself up, pulling away the covers, pulling down his boxer briefs as he let himself out.

"Alright princess, on your back, hold them knees up for me." He could hear Price say, his voice a lower, bedroom voice.

"Is that an order, sir?"

"You bet your sweet ass it is, hike 'em up or I'll do it for ya'."

"Ohhh."

Your laugh turned into a gasp just as Johnny grasped his cock, giving it a few wake-up strokes, which didn't take long once he heard you begin to breathe differently, huffing out little puffs of air as your husband was doing god knows what. Whatever it was you liked it. And so did Soap who spat almost gleefully into his large palm, he even spat right on his shaft too for some added help. Small strokes at first, listening carefully with a well conditioned ear, his stomach clenched when you moaned out his name which happened to be his own. Just his luck, he thought mid stroke as he closed his eyes and went a little faster.

"… just a little more, we're almost in ya', all the way."

"Oh god, come on John just give it to me. This needs to take."

"It will honey, it will. Just don't want any damage to your body, no rippin', no tearin', can't mess you up. Can't mess this up." John sighed and pushed forward, filling you up as you sobbed into your hands, muffled begs and pleads, the chants of 'breed me' and 'faster' got Johnny going quicker than he was used to. Watching porn was one thing, listening to it was another but having it so interactively, the pace, the push and pull of the act was something unsuspecting. "That's it that's it, you're lucky I didn't have you on your knees, fuck that pretty throat of yours. You're so good at swallowing me down, look at you, squirming like a worm on a bait line."

"That's not-- uh, that's not an attractive imagine, John." You huffed.

"Suppose not I guess," John chuckled lowly, "but you sure a wiggling around, maybe I do this instead."

Soft slapping sounds hit Johnny's ears, he couldn't make it out just right but…

"Oh look at you! my darlin' lady just loves having her clit slapped with my big fat cock, isn't that right?"

"OH FUCK!"

"I told ya' to keep it down now. Behave."

He did it again and the way you wailed made Johnny's stomach tighten, his pace on his own cock faster with the leaking pre-cum from the tip. He used his thick thumb to circle the head before he spat on himself again.

"I can't help i-it, I've got 8 inches of rock hard steel fucking into me."

"That's it."

There was shuffling and something got bumped along the way, but now he could hear him moving around, grunting at you to get your ass up, spread your legs, hold yourself open for him as he changed positions. Johnny fucked his fist faster and faster, little gasps of his own.

"Princess likes to get spanked, yeah? Doesn't matter where does it, doll? face, tits, pussy, best fucking pussy, her ass. Just a sloppy little mess, yeah? fuck just look at you, held open like this."

"Please sir, breed me," your voice muffled as he could picture your pretty face mushed into the sheets, pillows bouncing, ass bouncing back. You probably looked like an angel. "Come on, fuck a baby into me. You deserve it, you're a good man, even better husband…. fuck yeah, right there! be an even better father, come on baby, give it to me. We deserve it."

"Shit, yeah you wanna' be parents? fuck just playing house huh, let's do the real deal. Mom and dad." John grunted, his hips slamming into yours, skin on skin as Johnny felt a little guilty hearing you two were trying to start a family and yet the image of a juicy cream pie in your cunt made him lift his hips and bite his fist. Cum, ropes of cum spurted out, coating and slicking between his fingers, his body reacting in little tremors as he caught his breath.

"Yes, oh my god yes. Can I cum sir, I'm so close, please?"

"You don't wanna' play Captain Says?"

"Oh god, fine. Captain, please, can I cum?"

Price grunted, slowing his pace to these harsh slams, fucking down into you with each hard thrust.

" 'ave you been a good girl?"

"Yes."

" 'ave you now? you haven't been very quiet, our poor Soap is getting quite the earful this morning."

"Don't say that!"

"Too late."

The thrusts that followed that sentence were obscene and fast, both of you grunting and failing miserably at keeping it down. Johnny didn't mind as he cleaned himself up, listening to you getting railed until you were rendered speechless. Only satisfied moans.

"Captain says rub your clit, cum for me, let it out."

"Oh god, fuck I'm--- I'm-- I'm sorry Johnny! fuck yes, oh my god I'm coming! fuck me harder sir, oh shit!"

Soap stopped cleaning his hands with tissues, pausing mid-motion. In the time he's been here, in your home, he had never heard you call Price, Johnny. Only John and honey. Were you apologizing to him as you couldn't keep your sounds of bliss as quiet as hoped? He smirked at that.

"Give it to me, there you go. Oh lady, you are creaming everywhere. God, hold still and take it, I'm gonna' breed you, breed, breed breed…. fuck!" John made an animalistic noise at the base of his throat, panting for air, for you.

Soap could you two kissing and mumbling words of love for one another.

"Well well, can't have any of this leaking out, now can we, doll?"

The sloppiest of sounds reached Soaps ears and he wondered for a brief moment if he could rub one out real quick. His imagination running a marathon.

"Oh fuck yes John, I love it when you finger your cum back inside me. Uh huh, just like that."

John lowly chuckled and mused that maybe as a formal apology, you both should make him a full breakfast for having to listen to your antics. Johnny's apartment wouldn't be ready for another three days, or so the landlord had stated. Three more days of possible sexual encounters or musings, not that Johnny minded but he if so, he could and would take advantage of bullying the captain about it. Maybe milk him for it too while he's at it, get a nice steak out of his superior.

[deerdoegone]

LOVE INTEREST TYPOLOGY, TWO.

I JUST THREW OUT THE LOVE OF MY DREAMS looking for inspiration for your love interest? maybe you have a fandom-based significant other you want to fit your dr better, or maybe you want to start from scratch and create your own significant other? feel free to use this for yourself or even friends, but this held romantic intentions and was requested.

these are all best for whatever you would like but i see them more commonly in small towns, romcoms, and high school / college realities. geeky articulation with a shy, low, or demotivated social aspect, quirky and humorous when they finally open up. keeper of messenger bags and rectangular glasses, brown converse and silly socks. are you copper and tellurium? because you're cute! get it? no? tough crowd... these things make me think of the following tropes and character labels. THE NERD. THE ACADEMIC ATHLETE. GUY NEXT DOOR. THE CLOSET GEEK.

FACE CLAIMS. marcus scribner. algee smith. justice smith. xu minghao. jordan gonzalez. aramis knight. anirudh pisharody. j.q. quintel. dane dehaan. sam marin. jordan fisher. elliot fletcher. 2000s matthew lilard. 2000s jared padalecki. matthew gray gubler. chidi anagonye. danny pudi. paul dano. cory michael smith. matt bennett.devon bostick, as always. dev patel. freddy carter. tyler james williams. mark eydelshteyn.ivan mok. frank waln. bayardo de murguia. tokala black elk. dakota beavers. phillip bread. tom holland. josh o'connor. lakeith stanfield. daniel kaluuya. lil rel howery. alfred enoch. literally any man who has played spiderman. asia jackson. halle bailey. lola tung. storm reid. emily alabi. kylee russell. minnie mills. maitreyi ramakrishnan. lee joo-won / jooe. reina triendl. tomoko kawase. jazz jennings. amita suman. won minji. amber midthunder. anya taylor joy. ayo edibiri. ayesha madon. ashley argota. billie lourd. benedetta gargari. belissa escobedo. zion moreno. zhou dongyu. margaret qualley. nicole kidman. katheryn winnick. grace van dien. birgundi baker. bailey bass. lee jinsook. tiffany meia. thaddea graham. rio uchida. sheena lim. ramona young. 2000s america ferrera. park so dam. neelam gil. cierra ramirez. haskiri velazquez. doechii. eva noblezada. isabella lovestory is perfect for the closet geek.

PERSONALITY TRAITS. witty. clever. intelligent. incentive. original. aloof. responsible. patient. ambitious. resourceful. loyal. genuine. honest. open-minded. introverted. determined. esthetic. humorous. optimistic. idealistic. committed. carefree. daring. friendly. quiet. shy. strong individualism. thoughtful. well-mannered. unafraid to state their own ideas and opinions. sweet. good-natured. maybe even confident or brave. cutely awkward. analytic. empathetic. driven to do what's right. traits i think align more with the closet geek instead of all tropes are charming. bold. admirable. lively. romantic. leader. debonair. daring. friendly. fun-loving. hedonistic. suave. optimistic. self-reliant. fierce. sociable. idolized. center of attention.

HOBBIES AND HABITS. collecting, maybe comic books or action figures. coding. programming. cinephilia. hacking. reading. board games. cosplay. some form of art, such as drawing or ceramics. video games. photography. studying/researching. puzzles. lego building. something with science or math. blogging. fashion or robotics design. playing some sort of instrument, like the piano. table tennis. scrapbooking. repairing or building electronics. speedsolving.

LOVE LANGUAGES. words of affirmation. resting their lips against your lip, not necessarily kissing. hand holding under desks. puppy dog eyes when they really want to hang out with you. telling you all about their interests and teaching you the rules to their favorite board games. weird, but reading wiki articles together—trust me. melting every time you kiss them. quality time. the whole smiling and giddy attitude when you get mentioned or they get to see you soon. prank wars, but not the obnoxious ones youtubers do nowadays.

POSSIBLE AESTHETICS. for the closet geek, i think of baddie. 2000s party girl. indie sleaze. bloghouse. britpop. mcbling. succubus chic. agejo. kurogal. shoe diva. in general, i think of nerd/geek. prep. office siren. all forms of academia. supernatural (tv show) is an aesthetic if you believe in it hard enough. balletcore. amekaji. twee. kogal. scene. indie. tweemo. related pinboard.

[lair-of-platonic-yanderes]

Platonic! Yandere! Infection AU CYOA

Fandoms: BSD, Genshin Impact, HSR, ZZZ, Black Butler, Mononoke

Warnings: Platonic Yandere, OOC, English is my second language. Survival/Virus/Infection AU. Slight horror (the setting itself, but no one from characters will die).

A/N: A choose your own adventure fic. Same with Platonic Yandere Alphabet, both choices will be written, winner if the poll will just be written first. One choice will lead to an "ending" (With Child! (closer to Pre-Teen!) Reader 'ending' with Platonic Yandere) , second - to another choice. I don't know where it will end with, treat it as an adventure story.

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No one knew where the strange plague came from.

One day everything was nice and calm.

But in one moment everything changed.

Dead rose from the graves.

Infected people start roaming the streets.

The world was broken.

Survivors try their hardest to stay alive.

There were rumors about scientists searching for a cure.

The hope is still here, but it's hard to continue fighting for it.

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Children shouldn't be on their own in this scary, broken world.

You should be with a group of survivors.

Unfortunately, life wasn't fair.

A week ago (you believed that it was a week ago), you got separated from the group you were traveling with.

You were staying in the abandoned building, on the highest level. You were safe.

You looked through the little belongings you had. Your food and water supplies are running thin. You need to do something.

And you should do it now. Because you can't stay here for long. Yesterday, you heard noises coming from the corridor, and you had a feeling that something was scratching on the door of an apartment you were hiding in.

You looked through the broken window. You didn't see living dead or infected on the street.

You noticed a few shops in a distance. Maybe you can find something here.

You turn towards the front door.

You were too scared to search through the building when you got here. Maybe, if you are careful, you can test your luck and find supplies in other apartments.

But search will take time. You can't choose both.

You can search the building. It is relatively safe. At least you could run back here in a proved-safe space.

But your search might be fruitless. That building wasn't always abandoned; people lived here. During evacuation, they might take everything they own, and what they leave might be taken away by other survivors. Besides, there was something in the building at night.

If you search shops, you will actually have a bigger chance. They were left as they were, and there's a bigger chance to find something. But shops are far away. You won't be able to return to your safe apartment today. You will have to find another hiding spot. And it might be hard.

There are smaller buildings near shops, they are not that good for a hiding spot, but you might get lucky.

You must make a choice.

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Status: Healthy

Stats:

Hunger - 100%

Thirst - 100%

Happiness - 50%

Sleep - 100%

Mood - Tired. Scared. You don't want to be alone

Inventory:

Half-full box of crackers - they will become stale soon.

Canned beef - your supply for a 'rainy day'.

A canteen of water - forth of it is full. It's heavy, but it is necessary for survival.

First-aid kit - thankfully, there was no need to use it.

A container with flint and steel - fire is not a toy for kids, but you have no choice. Electricity is a blessing, and fire is available.

Three blankets - at least, you will be warm.

Worn-out Teddy Bear with a closed locket - reminders of days, when world was right

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So, what will you choose?

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Stay and search building

Go outside and search shops

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[slimearchon]

Caleb X MC GN Reader He Spies You in the Arms of Another Man (Not Another LI)

Summary: He spies on you through his surveillance cameras and sees another man with his arms wrapped around you.

Word count: 2490

TW: Stalking, mentions of slight gore, Yandere behavior, possessive behavior.

AN: I haven’t written in a while and it shows. I am very rusty. I hope you like it and hopefully this won't be my last fic for the Lads fandom.

(Not proofread) 

Xavier had been assigned another mission. While he was gone fighting wanderers, you had stayed back in Linkon, doing your usual rounds out in the city. The sun’s rays were bright, and the leather cap on your head protected your eyes from their harsh glare. 

Your usual routine was slightly deviated, with you down a partner the hunter association wanted you to train a newbie and show him the ropes. When he walked up to your desk you really didn’t think to much about it. 

He was polite and calm, first-day jitters probably making him quieter than he usually would be, but you didn’t mind. You showed him around and made sure to teach him a few things. After walking around the city for a while, you both had stopped and gotten some boba tea at a nearby stall. 

The hot day was getting to both of you; light beads of sweat had started to darken your hunter uniforms. When you licked your lips, you had tasted salt. Before you had a chance to tap your hunter watch to pay for your drink, the newbie paid for you. 

“Hey! You didn’t have to do that.” You lightly admonished, “I’m your senior, I should be treating you, not the other way around.” 

He scratched his head, tilting his head back with an awkward smile, “I wanted to say thank you for showing me around.” 

He reminded you of a puppy who was eager to please. You remembered the days you were a bright-eyed newbie like him. You shook your head, a smile on your face.

“Okay, I’ll treat you next time.” You both began walking around again, the tea drink in your hand quickly becoming pebbled in condensation from the hot sun, and it dripped down your hand. Luckily, today’s patrol was a smooth one, no wanderers had disturbed the peace of Linkon today. 

You were heading back to the association to clock out and had just gotten outside the building before a group of three girls ran up to you and your partner. 

“Hey, you guys fight wanderers, right?” The girl in the middle asked, her two friends behind her looking slightly shy, while she was full of confidence. 

You simply nodded, not sure where the conversation was going. 

“Does the fighting translate to self-defence?” She asked, tilting her head. 

“Yes, we are taught extensive self-defence classes while in hunter boot camp.” This time, you responded, standing up a little straighter. Was someone bothering these girls? You scanned the area, but no one suspicious caught your eye. 

It wasn’t uncommon for hunters to help take down a drunkard and wait for the police to get there. Civilians sometimes get a little rowdy, and protecting the peace of Linkon didn’t always mean slaying wanderers. 

“Can you teach us how to hurt someone if they try and grab us from behind?” She asked, putting her hands on her hips. 

“Is someone bothering you?” You asked, shooting glances at the newbie, his eyebrows were raised in confusion and concern. 

“No, I just want to make sure I know what to do in case the time comes.” She shook her head. 

You guessed it was a simple request, your shift still had five minutes left, so you could show her some basic moves until your watch alerted you that work was over. 

“Okay.” You motioned with your head for the newbie to get behind you. 

Out of politeness, he was keeping his hands to himself, you let out a sigh and dragged his arms to wrap around you. To anyone else, it would look like someone was hugging you from behind. You heard a little bit of giggling at the action but brushed them off. Kids will be kids. 

“So if someone has you like this, the first thing you will do is slam your heel onto their foot.” Your booted foot came down on his unsuspecting one. He yelped, jolting behind you. “Next, thrust your elbow back and jab him in the stomach.” You snapped your elbow back and met the softness of his stomach. You heard him gasp in pain. 

“Lastly, to slam your head back into his chin or nose, you want to make sure you injure him enough so he will be too hurt to run after you.” You thrust your head back and connected with his chin. He was quick to release your form, doubling over in pain and bending at the knees while he clutched his stomach and his chin. 

The girls nodded and clapped. “Thank you for showing us.” They chatted a little bit, swinging their arms back and practicing stomping on the ground before waving goodbye to the two of you. 

You sighed, your watch alerting you that you were off work. You raised your hand to your coworker; he flinched but stood still. You gently patted him on the back, “Well, that is it for today. I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

You hummed as you walked away and headed towards your neighborhood. It was only about a fifteen-minute walk from your work. You hummed on your merry way home. You had no clue a certain someone up in Skyhaven was crashing out. 

*** 

He liked to keep tabs on you, making sure that throughout the day you were safe and sound. It was his usual routine, sipping on his coffee as he needed a break from the boring files the Fleet had shoved his way. 

A little pick-me-up, seeing you happy and content, was enough to boost his energy to trudge through the dullness of his day.  

With a steaming cup of coffee in his hand and his other in the air tapping on the holographic screen to pull up his little tab of cameras all around Linkon. He had brought the cup up to his mouth to take a sip, the warm rim of it dancing across his lip, little wisps of steam wafting off the dark liquid. 

The warmth transferred onto his chapped lips and traveled down into his chest and stomach. His evol fluctuated, his purple eyes glowing with fury, his cup in his hand went flying to the wall, his hand not moving an inch as the force caused the hot coffee to spill on his gloved fingers. 

Why was he seeing a man with his arms wrapped around his partner? Why were his filthy hands grasping their waist and standing not even an inch behind them? His brain flicked with images, red everywhere, and hands that were once part of a whole body detached and scattered to the floor.

His chip went into overdrive, as quickly as his anger surged, it was extinguished. His heart, which was pounding so fast, went into a lazy thud. He smiled, the crazed look in his eyes now locked behind controlled pupils. 

With a sense of calmness and precision, he reached over to his gloved hands and began plucking the leather one finger at a time. He would not allow himself to be seen as unkept in front of his partner; he took great care in always looking his best in your presence, and he wasn’t about to stop now. 

He would be seeing you soon, very soon. 

***

You had just gotten out of the shower, you scrubbed a towel against your hair as you walked to your kitchen, eager to get your hands on the mochi ice cream you had promised yourself after a long day of work. 

You hummed to yourself again, your feet feeling lighter now that you were in the comfort of your walls and washed yourself clean of the day’s stress. You opened your refrigerator door and grabbed the box. Your mouth is already watering at the sight of the cold, sweet treat. 

You walked your way back to the living room, prepared to sit down on your couch and watch a few episodes of the drama you were watching before going to bed. You jumped about ten feet in the air, your lifelong “friend” sitting on your couch, his long legs taking up the majority of the space in front of him and the coffee table. 

One boot-covered ankle was laid across his knee. His eyes were watching your every move, the poor innocent mochi ice cream fell to the ground. 

“Caleb! What are you doing here? You nearly scared me half to death! Why didn’t you say anything?” You shot him a glare. You shook your head at him, he didn’t say a word. You were oblivious to his turmoil. 

You bent down to pick up the fallen package and made your way over to him. You tossed his leg back down to the floor and settled between them, the damp towel you had draped around your shoulders thrown onto his lap. 

“Dry my hair while I eat these,” You ordered, facing away from him and grabbing the remote off the coffee table to flick through the apps on the screen to find the drama you had left off on, completely unaware that you were practically prey who walked right into a lion's den. 

It was his fault; he had spoiled you growing up. Your request wouldn’t have been unusual on a regular day, but today was not a regular day, not when he saw you wrapped in another man's arms. 

With professional-level control, he picked up the towel and began rubbing it against your scalp, his pressure was firm enough to get the job done but not firm enough to hurt you. He was always mindful of his right arm when it came to you; one small mishap and he could break a bone without a second thought. 

No, his lovely person would not ever be hurt by his hands, he swore it. Not that he wasn’t above harming those he deemed worthy of his wrath, his brain flashed images of you in another man's arms before it was quickly deleted by the chip in his head. 

“Have a good day at work?” His voice was calm and controlled, his purple eyes looking down observing the way your cheeks puffed up like a little hamster as you stuffed your mouth full of chocolate ice cream mochi. 

“Hm.” You nodded, swallowing down the cold goodness that graced your tongue. Your eyes stayed glued to the screen, drama unfolding before your eyes. 

“Meet anyone new today?” He asked, his hands left the top of your head and drifted down to dry the nape of your neck. One of his hands was gently scrubbing the towel against your scalp while the other slowly wrapped around your neck, his fingers flexing against the soft skin of your neck. 

“Oh yeah, I had a newbie on my team today. I was showing him around.” You lifted your head back, your eyes looking up at him and smiling, happy to talk about your day with him. His sharp eyes softened the moment they connected with yours, not allowing you to see the other side of himself. 

He tapped your nose with the towel, “Eye forward, I’m almost done drying your hair.” 

You shook your head at him, bringing a half-bitten mochi to his lips, “Try one, they are yummy.” You smiled, chocolate and powdered sugar coating the edges of your mouth. 

He obeyed, his mouth parting as you pushed your treat into his mouth, one of his fanged canines grazing against your finger. A babe dancing in the mouth of a devil. He nodded his head as he chewed, the cold treat doing nothing to soothe the bubbling heat his chip was keeping at bay. 

Once your little desert mission was completed, you lowered your head down and began watching the TV again. 

“He was nice, bought me some boba milk tea today from that one boba stall we always stop by when we walk around Linkon when the Fleet finally lets you off their leash.” You shook your head at the Fleet's control over him. 

“Oh? That was nice of him.” His hand still rested on your neck, feeling the way your pulse beat softly against his hand. 

You huffed out a laugh, “Get this, this group of girls wanted a crash course in self-defence, so I taught them a move or two. Poor guy didn’t stand a chance against my awesome skills. I think I will bring him a pastry tomorrow from that local bakery. A way to apologize for roughing him up a bit.” 

His fury eased up a bit at the news. Pride now swirling in his veins at the images of you beating the guy who held you in his arms. Something still nagged at him. You entertained giving gifts to another man? His head tilted, his mouth frowning. “If he can’t handle your punches, then he won’t last long at the Hunter Association. A wanderer would wipe him out in a minute. He doesn’t need a gift for taking a few punches; it comes with the job.” 

“I suppose you are right, I’ll simply apologize to him in the morning and leave it at that.” You nodded. 

His world was suddenly back on the right axis, the hazy tilt was now upright and clear. His hand retreated from your neck, and the towel was tucked onto your shoulders once again. “Did you eat anything other than dessert tonight?” He asked, peering down at you from above. 

You leaned your head back into his lap, your eyes gleaming the blue hue of the TV as you looked up at him and shook your head, “No, I haven’t had the chance, I just got out of the shower when you came.” 

“How about my famous braised chicken wings? Does your stomach have enough room for those?” His long arms had no problem leaning down and poking the side of your stomach. You laughed and swatted at his hand. 

“Caleb.” You squinted your eyes at him in mock anger. “You know my stomach always has room for your delicious cooking. Only the wings, though, I don’t want to eat a heavy meal and then have to go to bed.” 

“Alright, Alright. Wings only.” He chuckled, patting your back to motion you to lean forward as he lifted himself off the couch. 

You claimed his spot on the couch, wasting no time curling up and draping a blanket over yourself. “Caleb, can you also make me some tea? The mochi has me feeling a bit cold now.” You pouted at him. 

He shook his head, “Anything for your pipsqueak.” 

He walked to the kitchen feeling lighter than he did when he entered the apartment. He got together the honey and tea leaves and waited for the kettle to boil water on the stove. As he stirred the honey in the mug, he smiled. Your coworker wouldn’t have the chance to be graced with your apology, he would make sure of that. 

[olderthannetfic]

Two points re the eternal fixed top/bottom vs. verse discourse, coming from a submissive femme bisexual in a butchfemme relationship who doesn't mind either fixed t/b or verses in fiction.

The first one is that I think people are protesting a bit too much about the possibility of queer relationships being influenced by cishet gender norms. Most of us grew up in contexts where cishet relationships and the roles associated with them are THE default and more or less the only examples of romantic relationships, so it only makes sense that we'd carry that over onto our queer relationships or identify to some extent with the roles society gives us. This does NOT make those sorts of relationships worse or less queer or less progressive, but I feel like we've gotten to a point where people get so defensive as soon as you even hint at being somehow influenced by traditional notions of gender or relationship roles that it's sort of counterproductive. We've had notions of bottoming being feminine for 2000+ years, I pinky swear you didn't unpack all your baggage around that by the time you're 22. And you could unpack it and still decide that you like being an effeminate person who bottoms and leaning into those roles and stereotypes as a form of self-expression and signaling what you expect from a relationship and that's okay too (that's what I do)!

The second point is that, especially in fandom, there are stereotypes and constellations of traits that people associate with tops and bottoms that can feel frustrating because they warp everything around them. It's easier with original fiction because if I don't want to read tall top/twink bottom I can look for something else, and in any case the characters are constructed from scratch to fit those stereotypes. In fanfiction it's annoying when characterization and even appearance are warped to fit the stereotypes: two guys of the same height and build suddenly having a huge size difference that was never there in canon is the ur-example. In one of my fandoms there's a pretty, effeminate twink who bottoms canonically and I'm cool with that, but he's also the most utilitarian dresser in the setting and 95% of the fic makes him fashionable and vain and appearance oriented. That man does NOT have a skincare routine. He washes his face with plain water only and has ten pairs of identical black/grey/navy T-shirt and pants combos. And I don't really care if this is a stereotype that comes from bottoms=women or a stereotype within the queer community (I suspect it's actually because he's blonde and rich in addition to being a twink who bottoms), it's just annoying with how much it warps characterization. You do also sometimes see the opposite, in the sense of people trying to force feminine traits or some reversal on gender roles onto, say, a completely generic masc man to be "progressive", and any criticism of how much his character is warped in the process is labeled as "let men be masculine".

Tl;dr even IRL most people don't fit ALL the stereotypes for their type of queer person, and a lot of complaints come down to how fucking boring it is when you warp all fictional characters into the same basic mold. Fixed T/B is cool just for fuck's sake let them have some personality that doesn't tie into T/B common places.

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