#but i cannot confidently say that about us

[sharticleaccelerator]

First, know that statements in my above reblog such as 'Clearly women don't care about them.' were rhetorical examples of the things that a young man influenced by conservative ideas might think, and so are not representative of how I think we should discuss the modern sex dynamic. This talk about men, women, and the dynamics between the two often times devolves into "Men (should do) this, women (should do) that, it's men's/women's fault" as if that's not a deluded way of talking about a society-scale problem. If a demographic underperforms in a sector, the sensible approach is to analyze that sector, determine how what may be contributing to the performance differential, then figure the best social change to restructure that sector to be more fair. It can be tempting to want to assign blame, but blame does not exist on this scale. No individual is solely accountable. The idea of holding a demographic accountable (blaming women/men at large) is just absurd. We cannot assign responsibility to a sex to solve a problem—men must participate in women's issues and vice versa. We need each other's efforts and votes.

So thinking about how the education system disadvantages men, you say that men generally hold the positions of power responsible for the structure of the education system, but that is not necessarily true. Women have always represented a greater proportion of teachers (at least since ~1890), but for nearly 8 years now have represented over half of public school principals (no data found for other administration staff). I can't find an official statement about the split in the U.S Department of Education, but independent sources estimate that over half of its employees are women. Women representing a larger proportion of teachers and staff likely accounts for the underperformance of boys in school, as students tend to do better under a teacher of the same sex—it might be tempting to say that means more men should go into education and so it is 'Men's fault', but as stated in my first paragraph such a thought is delusional. Men and women are not distinct factions.

I didn't say that the right wing is the fault of women. I said that the significant amount of vitriol towards men has had a role to play in pushing young men away from leftist politics, and that the pattern of overt hatred towards men in leftist spaces dissuades men who witness it from participating, but I didn't assign that to women. I assigned it to misandrists. It just happens that most misandrists are women.

We can absolutely fault sexist women who are hostile to men only because they're men. We must fault sexist people. You would ask the same of me, who should fault men who are remorseless about how they hurt the women in their lives. You said it yourself, 'someone who will get hate spewed at them, to try and reach out is a lot to ask.' You can't expect men to participate in progressive discussion if that discussion is accepting of open hostility toward them on the basis of their sex.

I'd like to challenge some of the ideas you hold about the ways you think that society advantages men. The gender pay gap is very coarse data, and often used in ways that reflect a poor understanding of what it actually represents. That women have to earn a greater degree to receive the same pay from the same job comes from a misinterpretation of the Department of Labor's data. The Department of Labor's data does not consider position, only sex and education level. I won't say that a pay gap for the same job doesn't exist—I simply don't have the confidence to say—but the reality that men on average value income more than women in choosing a career likely contributes to what the data actually represents—a reflection of pay differentials between the fields of careers that men and women are respectively more likely to pursue. This still is sexist—it has roots in the devaluing of 'women's work'—but if you pursue a particular career, the difference between your pay and the pay of your male peers will be much less than the gender pay gap indicates. That's assuming it exists at all; some places women out-earn men by the same metrics. It's a good point you make about women suffering greater loss of earnings with children, but in the cases where having children—and more so taking upon themselves the greater burden of child-rearing within their relationships—was a choice, I have a hard time rationalizing this as unfair to women who willingly made that choice. In the cases where children aren't a choice, you're right.

Men are not over-represented in higher education. You give that there are some isolated cases where they are, sure; those are exceptions. In the larger picture women are representing a greater percentage of college graduates each year, and have outpaced men in this regard for the last four decades.

Much of what you hear about the ways women are victimized are played up by people who want to be victims because they're drunk on justifying their hate. This isn't for some radical take like 'sexism is fake', just a reminder that solving real problems requires being rooted in reality. All the more reason to block the detached, chronically-online radfems you see. I wish I'd realized I was replying to one, but then I suppose wouldn't have had this dialogue with you. Silver lining.

I couldn't have said it better myself.

[scrumptiousstuffs]

Can we just take a moment to appreciate how positive and confident (as Khao rightly pointed out), but absolutely humble First is. There's so much conversation about how he's not getting nominated for awards, and I totally see where that's coming from and how valid it is.

But here's First, at ease with his capability but constantly striving to make himself better and do justice to his characters. Him saying that he's built a big shelf to place all the awards in simply shows how optimistic he is and how he knows he'll get his due. And how he followed it up with saying he'd fill the shelf up with YuzuMumu dolls until then... Aarrgghh that's so very humble. It might not be the same but it reminded me of the times when First just randomly says something oddly profound out of the blue.

Also the way he lauds everyone around him for all their effort and every achievement... Ahh to die for!

Nodding aggressively to all the comments above 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️.

I adore this man.

He is super talented. But while I am captivated by his acting capability, it is his off-screen sweet, kind and humble nature that cemented my love for him (not to mention his beautiful smile and effervescent giggles). I also admire his work ethics very much (if only I am half as discipline as he is!).

Khaotung has mentioned previously that First has a big heart to the point sometimes other people take advantage of him. And my heart aches whenever I think about that comment. That's why I can never understand all these antis who keep throwing hurtful comments to him (or KT).

I am also reminded by another comment from a Thai fan on Twitter - she mentioned feeling genuinely sorry for international fans who will never know how funny and sweet First can be. Not to mention how he is such a wonderful and eloquent speaker. I think this Thai fan said this because some of the jokes/puns (or words/statements) from First sometimes do not have the English equivalent. I wish I have a flair with languages so that I can learn Thai easily. But alas, I am left waiting for the wonderful Thai fans to kindly present us (me) with translation and context of what he says...😿

Anyway, I am eagerly waiting for his portrayal of Kant in THK - he will knock this out of the park, just like he did with all his previous acting roles. I cannot wait to see another class of micro-expression by the master himself!!! 😄

Also, can you imagine hating on this adorable man???? ⤵️

Source as above

[shadowwolfmemes]

My blog is NOT a safe place for proshippers!!!

Hopefully, I won't have to repeat myself after this. If you're a proshipper/darkshipper and you come across my blog, make a graceful U-turn and simply GO FUCK YOURSELF!

I don't give a rat's rotting ass if you don't support pro-contact, I still cannot confide in people like you. Here's another thing that I don't understand about y'all. How are you going to call yourself 'anti-harassment' or complain that antis "harass" you, but then go around and interact with antis all willy-nilly to try to persuade them that they're in the wrong?

And no, most antis don't go out of their way to harass you. They mostly block the people they dislike so that the proshippers don't get the chance to interact. The ones that do interact with the people they dislike are just wasting their own time. I suggest that you don't waste your time with them either.

I hate proshippers, but I don't waste my time trying to convince y'all that what you're doing is wrong. That one time I had to interact is when I asked one of my followers if they're a proshipper or not (they were, so I blocked them). Call me a "bad person" for doing that if you like, I will stand by with what I did and I'm not actually sorry for blocking them. :)

Here are some examples of the most popular dogshit excuses they use to try to make themselves look as innocent as possible.

Excuse #1: "They're not real, so why does it bother you?"

It doesn't matter that the characters are fictional, it's still disgusting that people like you glorify illegal material like incest, pedophilia, abuser x victim, child porn, etc.

Excuse #2: "Fiction doesn't affect reality. It can't hurt you."

While it's true to some certain extent, the way it's used in this argument makes it worse. Again, it doesn't give you the excuse to worship pedophilia and other problematic ships that shouldn't be normalized. Fiction or not, some things shouldn't be shared at all.

Excuse #3: "This is just my coping mechanism."

I'm sorry, but this is one of thee most shittiest excuses I've ever heard in my life! In fact, the term 'excuse' is too kind for this. What's another word to describe this bullshit? Glorifying problematic ships is not a healthy way of coping. Why? Because you're manipulating your brain into thinking that whatever traumatic experience you went through should be romanticized. No normal person would do that to themselves and justify it.

Excuse #4: "If you don't like it, just block them."

I do. Like I previously said, I don't waste my time on these people. I want them to stay as far away from me as possible as much as I stay away from them. However, fantasies the proshippers have shouldn't be shared as a normal factor. It's okay to write about dark topics, what's NOT okay is romanticizing/normalizing it.

Before I close this off, I want to say that all of this applies to radqueers, too. Y'all are not slick, you're just as bad as proshippers!

Does this post offend you, proshippers? If it does, good! Y'all are NOT welcomed in my blog whatsoever and I will do anything in my power to make sure you don't get an opportunity to interact with me.

I'll say it one more damn time;

MY BLOG IS NOT A SAFE PLACE FOR PROSHIPPERS AND IT NEVER WILL. ANY PROSHIPPER/RADQUEER THAT INTERACTS WILL BE BLOCKED ON THE DOT.

GO CRY ME A RIVER, MOTHERFUCKERS! BOO-FUCKING-HOO! (This is directed towards the proshippers and radqueers).

[honeygrahambitch]

"Even Will Graham has a better sex life than I do." Jimmy said, as if he had been holding that sentence inside for too long.

Beverly and Brian abandoned the blood samples they were working on and looked at him in disbelief as if they were trying to make sure they got it right.

"One question would be how do you know that?" Brian asked. "I doubt Will is the type to talk about stuff like that."

"That's easy, haven't you seen Hannibal?" Beverly asked rolling her eyes.

"I am not particularly into men."

"You don't have to be in order to tell that someone must excel in bed. It's the attitude."

"Stop that." Jimmy interrupted their banter. "I overheard a discussion between the two of them."

"Do we really need to know?" Brian said as he looked at Beverly for support. However, her opinion was different.

"Share."

"Alright but this doesn't leave the lab. It stays between us." Jimmy said. After all, Will was his friend and he didn't have anything against Hannibal. He was usually not the one to gossip but this felt like something that needed to be debated. "They are having a threesome."

"No way." Beverly said as she elbowed Brian who remained dumb.

"Who's the lucky lady?" Brian asked.

"Why did you immediately assume it's a lady?"

"For more diversity? I don't know how these things work?"

"Can you shut up and listen?" Jimmy cut them off. "I overheard Will asking Hannibal whether their plans for the night have changed. Hannibal had said that they did not and then pulled out this business card and handed it to Will. Will was like- a sport trainer? He will be a handful."

"I told you it's a man!" Beverly told Brian then turned back to Jimmy. "That doesn't prove anything though."

"Maybe if you two listened I could get to the point. So, Will said that and Hannibal was amused and said "I am confident we can handle him. Cannot be worse than the one last week. I was not proud of the way we left his bedroom"."

"Shut up..." Brian whispered. Beverly didn't say anything, her lips parted in disbelief. "And then?"

"Then Will said...damn, I hate that I have to repeat his words but he said..."He was bigger than either of us expected. I mean, for a finance guy, he was quite a challenge. My back still hurts."" Jimmy went on. "And Hannibal was like "the one we are having tonight will definitely be in good shape. I will be there, I am not letting him touch you.""

"Christ." Beverly said. "And?"

"And Will said "As if I need you to take care of me. Remember how the one from two weeks ago surprised you from behind? You were lucky I was there." Then they noticed me because of the stupid coffee machine who started beeping. And I swear to God, their surprised expressions indicated exactly the fact that I was not supposed to hear that."

"Wow." Brian said thoughtfully. "Every week. Good for them. That's how you keep things interesting in a relationship."

"I wouldn't have believed Hannibal would share Will with anyone." Beverly commented.

"Will might have a say in that?" Jimmy suggested. "Anyway, I couldn't believe it. I was afraid I took things out of context maybe?"

"Definitely not." Beverly said. "What else could they have been talking about?"

***

"Do you think Jimmy overhead us earlier?" Will said as he looked for their knives in the trunk of the car.

"I doubt it. It doesn't prove anything. We were quite subtle." Hannibal replied as he put his scalpel in his left pocket. "Ready? He must be home by now."

"Let's go. I don't want to spend the whole night butchering this guy. By the way, what did he do?"

"Insinuated I do not take my physical health seriously."

"He just hasn't seen what's underneath that suit." Will replied, making Hannibal smile.

[starrose17]

Sparring Match - Lucanis x Rook (male elf mage Crow)

My personal fix-it fic for the lack of first kiss between Rook and Lucanis.

This is my Rook:

Also available on AO3.

“It would be interesting to see you fight without using your magic, Rook.”

Rook glanced over at Lucanis from where they sat together at the dining room table. Lucanis was enjoying his favourite coffee roast, Rook his cioccolata calda, both in a relaxing moment of peace as they discussed the days events together.

“My magic is a part of my fighting style, just like how Spite is now a part of yours.” Rook replied with a soft smile.

“True, but you had already heard of my reputation before Spite.”

“Indeed I had, the demon of Vyrantium. But I still wish I could have seen you at your best without his help.”

“And I would like to see how capable you are only with knives, trained by Crows, and not along with your little magic ball of light.” Lucanis waggled his fingers in the air, then paused for a moment as he took a sip of his coffee, before his eyes narrowed and his lips curled with an idea, “Hmm…how about a sparring session? You, no magic, and me…I will attempt to ask Spite to stay out of it.”

“A sparring match?” an equally excited smile graced Rook’s lips, his eyes lighting up at the idea, “Sounds good. But will he listen?”

“He is Spite, more than likely if I tell him not to do something, he will do it, however…” Lucanis inclined his head to Spite, who was currently standing right beside the oblivious Rook, staring down at him with a deep, hungry expression.

“Will you behave?” Lucanis asked his demon, “Let me prove Rook wrong that I am just as good without you?”

Spite leant in close to Rook, who continued to stare back at Lucanis, unaware of the demon breathing in his ear. Spite sniffed him deeply, his nose right in his hair, then grinned.

"Confidence. Excitement!! Yes. Yeeeesss…” he hissed, before looking back at Lucanis also, “but I not promise.”

“He says he will try.” Lucanis informed Rook casually, swirling his coffee.

But then he paused again at the eager look in Rook’s eyes. They stared at each other from across the table, and in that one small moment of green eyes to dark ones, their drinks were immediately put down.

“Help me move the table.” Rook said quickly, and with considerable difficulty they managed to push the huge table back towards the fireplace to give them extra room, moving chairs to one side and creating an open space large enough to move around in.

“So, how’re we doing this?” Rook asked, shaking his hands where two daggers seemed to appear out of nowhere, grasping them firmly as he stepped to the side and stood with his feet apart, a ready stance, “No holding back, right?”

“We aim to hurt?” Lucanis asked, cautiously, just to clarify.

Rook’s lips curled again, “Well if you’re that worried I’ll hurt you you’ll just have to dodge won’t you?”

“Oh I am not worried.” Lucanis said confidently, a true smile on his lips, “Besides, your magic can heal any injuries afterwards, can it not?”

“Minor ones sure. Oh and hurt, not kill. I’m talking to you Spite.”

Spite hissed at him where still stood next to Rook, “He cannot order what to do!”

Lucanis shook his head with a wearily affectionate smile, “If you goad him Rook you know he will come out just to spite you.”

“Sorry Spite.” Rook grinned at a random space beside him, 3 feet from where Spite actually was.

Spite humfed, then turned to Lucanis, "Take Rook down! Prove best! Like him, but we best!"

Making no indication he'd heard him, Lucanis steadied his gaze upon his opponent, "So, ready?” he asked, sliding his rapier from its sheath.

Rook raised his daggers, an excitable aura just radiating off him, and smiled darkly, “Oh I’m ready.”

They then began to move slowly, circling each other like vultures, Rook’s eyes boring into Lucanis’ waiting for that one moment, that one spark, to set off their fight. They both moved with careful steps, Lucanis adjusting the hold on his rapier to match the attacks he knew Rook favoured, Rook moving one dagger higher ready for the defence. The fade around them seemed to sense the changing atmosphere, the air becoming thick with poised tension.

A wisp suddenly floated in through the main door and out again, and then they were on each other.

Blades clashed with parries and defences, Rook flying around Lucanis as blades swished in the air. Rook’s slender elven physic gave him a fast advantage, but Lucanis knew him well by now, and was excellent at blocking his moves. Various grunts and breaths soon filled the air, Rook bringing a blade up so close to Lucanis' face that Lucanis only just parried it with his own dagger in time.

Spinning around he thrust his rapier up just as Rook ducked sideways, Lucanis parrying the dagger aimed for his thigh, Rook sprinting up behind him, Lucanis flipping the dagger in his hand and stabbing it backwards, Rook dodging and coming up beside him to smash his elbow into his face.

It made contact, and Lucanis staggered backwards, hand to his nose which blood had now spurted out of.

 “Mierda! You really went for me!”

Rook spread his arms out wide beside him, dagger still in each hand, and grinned through his panting breaths, “I did tell you to dodge.”

“I see how it is.” Lucanis smirked back, twirling his own dagger in his hand and tapping his rapier against his leg before raising it again, “No holding back.”

They began to circle each other again, letting themselves regain breaths, letting their assassin minds focus on the body moving in front of them.

“It is no wonder you are hard to hit, there is nothing of you.” Lucanis commented, inclining his head towards Rook’s body.

“Advantage me, then.”

“And you know that, which makes it easy for me to anticipate that you will use the sneakiest of moves.”

Rook smiled eagerly, “And what does that mean exactly?”

Lucanis’ foot stepped on something broken which crunched beneath his foot, and in that split second Rook was on him. Lucanis saw him coming however and thrusted forward with his rapier, Rook dropping to his knees and sliding between Lucanis’ legs. But that was exactly what Lucanius had meant, and he turned in time to grab Rook by the scruff of his neck and turned again to throw him forward hard.

Rook landed with oofff bent over the table, but that didn’t stop him. Grabbing Lucanis’ half full coffee cup he threw it backward blindly. It caught Lucanis on the shoulder which threw him off balance, enough for Rook to dive towards him and slash across his chest, which Lucanis dodged just in time only catching the smallest bit of fabric.

The battle begun anew, as they fought so fast it would be almost impossible for an outsider to watch them and keep pace.

“I’ve always wanted to know,” Rook panted hard as he moved quickly to dodge Lucanis’ strike from the left, “How’d you even move around in those boots anyway?”

“They are not as cumbersome as they appear,” Lucanis panted back, jumping backwards away from Rook’s double stab forward, and countering it with his rapier nearly sending the daggers flying, but Rook followed through and spun away from Lucanis’ next attack and skidded backwards, “they are made from the finest Antivan leather after all. They are very flexible.”

Lucanis swung his rapier again and Rook bent backwards almost in half, bending at the knees and then nimbly darting out the way.

“You too are flexible!” Lucanis commented, enthusiastically impressed.

“Oh Lucanis, you have no idea how flexible I can be.” Rook said, gasping for air, twirling his daggers as he grinned right back at him, before lunging forward once more.

Outside the dining hall, having followed the energetic wisp back to the dining rooms door where it wavered eagerly, stood Neve, who had since now been joined by Emmrich and Taash. Neve had been listening at the door for a while now, and had now told the new audience that it seemed Rook and Lucanis were sparring inside.

This caused Emmrich to smile pleasantly pleased as he clapped his hands together, “Oh, it is always good to practise ones skills with an equal opponent.”

“Sure, so long as that’s all they do.” Neve said.

“I don’t follow, dear girl?” Emmrich blinked at her.

Neve gave a smirking look towards Taash, who rolled their eyes.

“Come on,” they said, grabbing onto Emmrich’s arm, “I don’t think you wanna be here when they start fucking.”

"Fu--OH! Oh you really think they’d...?"

"Anyone with eyes can see it.” said Neve, turning back at the sound of a loud crash of something breakable inside, “Well, apart from Lucanis."

"Oh dear..." Emmrich said forlornly, “yes I…even I had noticed our Rook doesn’t appear to get the affection he so evidently wants from Lucanis.”

“Maybe this’ll change things,” said Taash, “getting all hot and sweaty with someone, best way to get naked. You know, I mean if you’re not already hot and sweaty from being naked. Because you’ve been…you know…doin’ it.”

Emmrich stared at them.

Inside, the sparring was getting heated.

“You never saw me at the bar in Minrathous before this all started.” Rook panted hard, as Lucanis threw his arm out and grabbed him around the neck, Rook pulling close to distract him and twisting his arm to let go, “This isn’t the first time I’ve been in a fight without magic.”

“Why didn’t you use it before?”

“I was there to get information, didn’t want to entirely scare the bartender. Althoug-“ he was cut short as Lucanis swiped low and caught Rook’s legs, the rapier slicing through fabric and skin and sending Rook flailing out to the ground, droplets of blood hitting the floor.

Lucanis knew it was only a shallow wound though, and he raised his rapier to strike down, but Rook rolled sideward across the floor just in time, sparks flying where the sword tip hit the stone. Rook then flipped himself up and backwards, pushing hard against the wall and twirling his daggers towards Lucanis in a leap.

Lucanis stepped side-on to make himself a smaller target and ended up half catching Rook in his arms, his rapier dropping from his hand. The momentum of the leap had Rook’s face barely an inch from his own, and in that moment with a smirk on Rook’s lips, and a wide-eyed look from Lucanis at their sudden closeness, Rook head butted Lucanis on the forehead.

“Although,” Rook continued, chest heaving and standing back watching as Lucanis hit the table as he stumbled back, “I did headbutt her when she tried a sneak attack.”

Lucanis slowly raised himself up from the table, breathing just as hard, blood on his face, and smiling like he was having the best time of his life, “I believe that was you with the sneak attack.” He said, picking up his rapier.

“Not my fault you’re distracted by me.”

“Me distracted?” Lucanis exclaimed, as they began circling each other again. “Oh no my friend, I do not get…distracted.”

The dark smirk that came with that word made Rook pause in his circling for just a moment, his heart skipping a beat, and it was moment enough for Lucanis to strike.

Rapier out, he only just missed as Rook got his act together quickly and turned, sliding back-to-back past Lucanis, Lucanis spinning around and swatting at his legs again.  This time Rook was ready for him, and jumped backwards onto the table, turning his daggers in his hands to strike at Lucanis coming up for him. As he did though, Spite’s great purple wings flew outwards and Lucanis backflipped up off the table out of Rook's reach, up so high he landed on the balcony floor above them.

 “Hey that’s cheating!” Rook called out to him.

“Spite did say he didn’t promise!” Lucanis reminded him, before suddenly those wings spread wide again, and Lucanis was swooping down at Rook so fast Rook could do nothing but widen his eyes as Lucanis crashed into him.

Rook was forced backwards onto the table top, skidding several feet, plates smashing to the floor. He ended up with one arm pinned above him, the other pinned at his side, both daggers tumbling out of his hands. They stared at each other, chests heaving with exhaustion, Lucanis kneeling over him with one knee up high inbetween Rook’s open legs.

"Looks like I have you now, Rook." Lucanis stated, in a very superior tone.

But Rook just stared up at him, watching him, breaths panting, both shining with sweat.

"Do you?" Rook asked, suddenly very seriously and quietly, "Do you have me, Lucanis?"

The change of tension was palpable, and the pleased look in Lucanis' eyes melted away into something else, something...softer…and sadder. Their faces were inches from each other, Rook's arms still pinned, Lucanis' eyes seeming to gaze all over Rook's face.

"I...." Lucanis begun, his voice equally as soft and sad, before Rook suddenly hooked his knee up against Lucanis' leg and twisted.

The weak grip Lucanis had on Rook's wrists in that one soft moment now made it easy for Rook to flip their positions. Blinking rather stupidly, Lucanis now found himself on his back, with Rook straddling his waist, and the sharp sting of a dagger being pressed up against his throat.

"Because I'm pretty sure I have you." Rook said, with an insufferable smugness.

Lucanis let out a deep hum that vibrated his throat, and a proud smile grew on his lips. He slowly raised his hands up off the table in a sign of surrender.

“At least…” Rook continued, the smugness now gone out of voice, “maybe one day.”

Lucanis’ own expression fell into a stillness, and he blinked several times as he gazed up at his victor. Rook slowly removed the dagger and let it fall to the table, leaving him simply straddling Lucanis on the table.

Neither of them moved.

“Rook…” Lucanis said softly, a look in his eyes of caution and want all at the same time.

Slowly, Lucanis shuffled his arms backwards underneath him so he could lean upwards on his elbows, Rook having gone very still. But Lucanis didn’t say anything else.  They just looked at each other.�� Rook then moved forward and down slightly, just cautiously, his long hair falling past his ear and shielding his face from view at one side. Lucanis didn’t move. Rook leant down further, Lucanis still just staring up at him. But then eyes were closing, and lips were touching, soft and warm, and thoughts of so this is what it would have felt like if Lucanis had plucked up the courage to go through with their near kiss those few months ago.

Rook’s fingers curled against the fabric on Lucanis’ chest where they rested. He let out a small moan, Lucanis not pulling away when Rook licked his tongue gently against Lucanis’ bottom lip, encouraged and trying to hold back the immediate carnal thoughts of just pinning Lucanis down right now. Both their hearts were still pounding from their exertions, Rook could feel Lucanis’ underneath his hand, and he was sure that it somehow beat even faster.

Lucanis wasn’t exactly kissing back…maybe a little bit, but it was enough. All these weeks, the flirts, the near kiss, Rook understood he did he really did but…

“Did that taste like honey then?” Rook asked in a whisper as he pulled back, his lips barely leaving Lucanis’ to ask the question.

Lucanis didn’t say anything for a moment, but he remained leaning up on his elbows, eyes soft as they gazed into Rook’s.

“And lavender cream.”

Rook all but beamed at him, a smile that showed white teeth and crinkled his nose. He then raised his hand and gently placed it to Lucanis’ forehead where he’d headbutt him, and his damaged nose. A warm heat began, and Lucanis closed his eyes at the feel, the wounds healing beneath hands trained to kill. As he finished, Rook gently stroked the backs of his fingers down Lucanis’ cheek, Lucanis' dark eyes not looking away once from Rook's, as that hand came to rest back on his chest again.

“I know you’re not ready Lucanis. But just so you know, I’m not going anywhere.”

Lucanis finally smiled, a soft, easy smile, “You know, you make it very hard to try to resist you.”

“Then stop trying.” Rook whispered, his voice rough, his eyes darkening quickly as Lucanis moved to lie back down so he could reach out with one hand, placing it cautiously on Rook’s thigh.

“It’s gone quiet…” Taash said, their ear to the door.

“Maybe they’ve stopped.”

“Maybe they’re doin’ it. We should ask the caretaker to make them a fucking room.”

“My! My dear them please enough with the vulgarity!”

“What? You want them doin’ it on the table where we eat??”

Lucanis’ hand felt warm and so, so tempting on Rook’s thigh. Rook closed his eyes and let out a small sigh.

“Lucanis, you say you find it hard to resist me but…you have no idea what you…Lucanis, just…tell me. What’s happening here? Are we…are we starting something? Are we going any further tonight or…?”

Lucanis’ other hand came to rest upon Rook’s other thigh too, and Rook would have been ashamed of the ease in which he felt a trembling shiver pass through him, if not for the fact he was very rapidly getting turned on and still wasn’t sure exactly what Lucanis wanted.

That was a first kiss, and Lucanis…he’d been tortured, imprisoned, had a demon possessing him, had the mess with the Illario and the Crows still to sort out, there was so much to this man but all Rook wanted to do was…

“You really want to be involved in my mess?” Lucanis asked softly, but seriously.

“I do, I really, really want to be involved in your mess.”

Lucanis let out a small chuckle at the desperate enthusiasm in Rook’s voice, and Rook grinned rather sheepishly.

A silence passed between them, and Rook could see the decisions and thoughts passing over Lucanis’ eyes. Eventually, Lucanis raised one of his hands, and cupped Rook’s jaw.

“Come here then.” he whispered deeply, relenting, and Rook all but melted on top of him.

Their lips met again, Rook’s body lying on him now, kissing him with all that desperate enthusiasm that Lucanis was now allowing him to have.

“Wait, wait,” Lucanis chuckled into their kiss again, Rook pulling back with a what now look on his face, “Slower Rook, slowly.”

Rook pulled himself together. He didn’t want to turn Lucanis off with his over enthusiasm, so this time, he closed his eyes gently as he kissed him, slowly, purposefully, the feel of Lucanis’ arms coming up around him making his heart race again. He wanted this man more than he could put into words. The taste of coffee on his lips, the muscles beneath the clothing, the sweetness of his words and his voice, oh, his accent.

Lucanis was very much kissing him back now, the feel of his tongue sliding against Rook’s, the heat radiating off him, the little moan caught in his throat when Rook nipped at his bottom lip.

“You have people. Outside door. They listen!”

“What?!”

Lucanis broke the kiss so fast to look up he banged his head against Rook’s. Spite was standing right next to them, grinning and alternating between looking at them and the door.

“What??” Spite said to the disgusted look Lucanis was giving him, “I not desire demon! I not care!! But people here! It funny!”

“Excuse me a moment.” Lucanis said, and Rook, looking at him oddly, let him stand up and watched as Lucanis walked to the door and swung both doors open wide.

The audience outside, now all the companions they had, all turned on the spot and walked away, suddenly springing into forced conversations pretending they had not all been pressing their ears against the door.

Spite stood next to him, still grinning, “See? Funny!”

“Okay,” Lucanis sighed, turning to look at him, “We need to sort out what we are doing, if Rook and I are…”

“I already say! I not care!”

“Well I do!”

“Well I can’t leave!”

“Then we need to find some kind of arrangement.”

“Why? I not care!”

Rook watched this one sided conversation with fascination, “Spite causing problems?” he asked, as he walked over to stand with Lucanis, watching the other companions disappear quickly.

Though he did notice Taash looking back over their shoulder at him, and winked.

“I hate to say this Rook, but…I think I need to figure what to do with Spite before we…become closer.” Lucanis said, choosing his words. Rook raised an eyebrow at him, but Lucanis just shrugged, “You said you wanted to be part of my mess.”

Rook’s eyebrow remained raised, before he sighed, smiling and accepting the fact this was not going to happen anytime soon.

“That I did. Okay. Just…tell me I can come and kiss you whenever I want?” he asked hopefully, his hands coming up to softly clutch at Lucanis’ biceps.

Lucanis gave him a crooked smile, “That, I can do.”

Grabbing Rook gently by his slender waist, Lucanis pulled him in close, capturing his lips in a confident kiss, that once again had Rook melting against him.

“Eheh heh.”

Lucanis opened one eye through the kiss to see Spite standing right beside them, watching. He broke the kiss to turn his head and glare at him.  Rook, who had very much been into that kiss, turned to the empty space beside him, then looked at Lucanis with an amused smile.

“Mess?”

“Mess.” Lucanis growled.

[justthatspiffy]

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[kitnita]

wyatt johnston & jason robertson postgame   —   DAL vs COL;   game 4   —   05.13.24

[hey wyatt, obviously these types of facts aren’t what you’re focused on, but you’re the only other player — the only other guy who’s ever had a short-handed goal and a power-play goal younger than twenty-one in a playoff game is wayne gretzky. how does that hit you?]   uh, um — it’s cool. yeah, i mean … yeah, it’s cool, um, i mean, i’m just … tryna do my part, in helping chip in, whatever that may be. um, yeah.  [hey jason. what’d you think of wyatt’s play — obviously, poking the puck away from makar, it’s just a fantastic play at the right time.]   yeah, i mean … credit our penalty killers, doing  a really good job. um, yeah, it’s a very confident play by him, um, trying to take advantage of it, try to produce, i mean, offense when he can — um, i mean, that wayne gretzky stat is pretty neat. um, yeah, i don’t — you don’t see many, uh, guys under twenty-one kill penalties, in itself; surely not out there scoring on the powerplay too, so, it’s a tremendous achievement. um, and it just shows how, how well and how prepared and how hard he’s come. and, i mean, it’s only gonna keep going up from here.

[saetoru]

with no disrespect fem doesnt equal she/her tho it would be easier to just say reader uses she/her

bro she’s fem! bc i said she’s fem! like fr y’all nitpick over everything. reader was referred to as suguru’s “sister” and used “she/her” pronouns and had a pussy like that’s very fem to me thanks !!

[starbuck]

if anyone was wondering, i’m currently reading published RPF about F. Scott Fitzgerald for *checks notes* my job, so that’s how my life is going.

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

preemptively sorry for how fucking long this is it is YOUR FAULTT THOUGH!!!! large bowl of seeds for u. it is almost 2am sorry.

SO. there are. two ways to assign the prime defenders powers etc. the first way is just, like, categorize their existing powersets within the prt framework, & the second is to give them entirely new abilities based on the way worm works. delightfully, all the powers they Do have work really well for the most part, so even that doesn't require a ton of shuffling.

categorizing their pre-existing powers:

wiwi-- breaker w/ a shaker subclass. neither of them rated very high, but that's already a rare and versatile enough combination!!

dakota-- brute babeeeey!!! brute/mover its so straightforward. hell yeah babey. i don't know what he'll end up looking like post-heart removal & stuff but my guess is that'll end up looking more like a mover/striker.

vyncent-- now THIS one gave me trouble. i... hm. to say this without talking about stuff that i don't think has come up much already, (hey!! you're at that clockblocker pov! directly related to what flechette says!) i'd call him a grab-bag cape, irt the greats at least. post-greats-- again, i don't know what his powerset will look like after this arc! but if he's going all in w/ the fire magic, that would for sure be some striker shit! :]]]

giving them new powers... man i'm reining myself in so hard from five more paragraphs on Why exactly i'm saying all this.

wiwi still breaker for sure, maybe breaker-master, maybe master-stranger. yknow. powers are fluid, the prt categories are pretty rigid. i... don't know. enough about his situation yet to be clearer than that vague idea yet-- i really like the idea of him just. ditching his body & using a noncorporeal form but he still has to keep an eye on his body i think that's great. the noncorporeal form would b able to change its visibility but still b limited by proximity to the body. & fluctuating energy shit powered by fluctuating amounts of recent-death in the area, maybe probably also limited in that it's only accessible in his breaker form.... also i think u will appreciate this style note from the [UNNAMED PARAHUMANS TTRPG] i'm referencing a lot here.

dakota--in this situation he probably would not. have that mechanical heart and shit. he' would still be a mover/thinker-- thinker rating is for faster mental processing + senses imminent pain for the people in his immediate vicinity. not danger, just pain; it immediately registers ambiently & can be generally traced back to whoever it is. no he can't turn it off ever, it manifests as feeling a similar level of pain, yes it works on himself. + mover-- he can fucking fly. no super strength, just very fast flight & the general "won't splat himself flying into something" capabilities, which meshes well w/ the faster processing & reflexes. i'm split on how exactly this would work mechanically but i will NOT go into that now. i am also not going into the 15k discussion in my brain on why dakota 'notoriously bad at thinking about things' cole would be a thinker but u gotta trust the process ok??

vyncent-- trump!!!! somehow this is the only straightforward one to me? he can copy powers at the full strength or ability level of the original for an unspecified amount of time that's usually 1-30 minutes by touching the cape. crucially, he doesn't have any edge on how to use these powers + can easily misuse or become extremely overwhelmed by them. he's easily the most powerful out of the three of them <33

ashe-- ashe is NOT HERE currently and also it's 1:30 am so i gotta go fucking sleep soon BUT they would be a master. easy. :o) they can make some lil guys n do stuff with them!!!!

in general these are pretty fucking cracked abilities, all of them would b oosely above a seven or so in a number rating once they're really settled in their powers-- this is mostly because i'm assuming that they would still be heirs-apparent to the prime force equivalent, which would b the triumvirate :]] anyway. good lord. this is like the cliff notes edition of what i've been thinking and scribbling in the notes app for the past several hours. sorry if it's fucking incomprehensible. gn!!! <333

AAAAAH FUCK YESSSSSS OKAY OKAY OKAY my response is probably going to be equally as long. so it's fine. oooouh buddy.

I KNOW WHAT BREAKER MEANS NOW !!! I dontttt think ive learned shaker yet. breaker is like.... breaking the laws of physics/shifting planes or whatever. PERFECT for william hell yes. for putting them actually in worm world ... ughhhh breaker/master william is REALLY cool. I havwnt learned stranger yet but i think he would develop a complex over being classified as stranger <3 (like how weld doesn't like that he's classified as a brute even though that's not exactly what it means, he just doesn't like the word) . GODDDD just thinking abt putting pd boys in worm is fucking me up haven't they been through enough. I want to see them all in a fit of despair. william ditching his body is SO good I miss when he would do that, also the powers being limited by how far away he is AND THE AMOUNT OF RECENT DEATH IN THE AREA. holy shit. that's so fucking good . im sure he would not overthink at all the fact that he is stronger when more people around him have died . I'm sure he'd do awesome in the leviathan fight for sure for sure .

DAKOTA BRUTE <3 DAKOTA BRUTE/MOVER I LOVE THIS A LOTTTTTT hellbyes. awesome. it's so perfect for him <3 worm world I'm SURPRISED u didn't stick with brute for him. eyes emoji. I trust your judgement but now i am Thinking... Hmm..... YOU BRING INTO QUESTION something I have been thinking about. and I'm going to probably get derailed a little here but stay with me. how the way powers manifest directly relate to the trigger event. because for a WHILE before we learned taylors I was like "OH i bet the powers are going to be directly related to what traumatic thing happened to them" and then we learn about taylor and grue and a couple more and I kind of lost that theory because while you can. technically draw relations between their powers and their events it seemed like too much of a stretch to do . HOWEVER now my thinking has changed AGAIN and I think the powers ARE related to specific trigger events but it's not as straightforward as "oh something scary happened to you with bugs so now you have bug powers" I think it's gonna be more complicated than that. WHICH. THE WAY THIS RELATES. BACK ON TOPIC NOW. to DAKOTA . assuming his trigger event is still he and katori falling off the building I think it's AWESOME that his powers would manifest as FLIGHT for one. and the fucking. pain sense thing. fuck me up. dakota extreme hero complex cole would be so fucked up by a power where he ambiently senses pain from the people around him at all times and cannot turn it off. I'm sure he would feel so normal about being around william chronic pain wisp 24/7. also I can SO CLEARLY imagine how this power specifically would lead to him getting super overwhelmed in chaotic situations like he does in canon. and just fucking. bolt out of there because it's too much. again. he'd have such a wonderful time in the leviathan fight

I AM AT CLOCKBLOCKER POV !!!! actually technically I'm on kid win pov now but I haven't finished his chapter yet. vyncent grab bag cape..... yeah... I think it would be EXTREMELY funny imagining the PRT in pd world trying 2 classify vyncent like. what the fuck does this kid do . what do we do with him. hes got other guys in his head that give him powers. is he a master??? no he can't fucking control them. is he a striker??? only SOMETIMES. is he a blaster?? AGAIN ONLY SOMETIMES. cannot classify him bitch!!!!!!!! giving him worm powers though.. UGH. being able to touch someone and COMPLETELY copy their powers but only for a short period of time???? I fucking love that a lot. he WOULD be the most powerful out of them!!! I can hear taylors inner analysis dialogue about him now and it's very similar to the clockblocker "DONT LET HIM.TOUCH YOU" panic. loooove imagining this playing off of the rest of pd,,, i know there was AT LEAST one time where he had william sort of transfer some of his ghost powers for a minute? I think it was during the lich fight in the theatre but i just remember vycnent floating and going intangible and NOT KNOWING how to control it or anything. loveeee that. in world dynamics I feel like vyncent would be a late addition to their team (instead of coming from another world maybe he just. had his trigger event happen way later than the other two..or something.) and not trusting them as much at first/being REALLY shaky using either of their powers but after a while being really comfortable in a fight with using either Williams or dakotas powers in a fight. Just like. imagining the fluidity of how they'd work together in a tense situation assuming they're not being complete dumbasses <3333 UGH it's really good

AAAASHE ASHE ASHE IM SOOO SO GLAD YOU INCLUDED ASHE IN THIS I miss him.so much every day. from what I know so far master involves having/making/controlling some sort of minion (cannot think of a better word than that rn) AND I THINK THATS REALLYYYY perfect for ashe. i assume he would actually work pretty closely to canon in that his limitation would be the book? or if he doesn't have the book maybe his limitation would be a) having only a few different types of things he could summon (the big hand, the water fairy, duck etc) and/or b) only being able to control them.for a short amount of time after they're summoned so he has to be quick about dismissing them. can't keep the demon hand around for too long or it might start picking things up and throwing them at random. putting teammates in danger bc he can't control it anymore etc etc. alsooooooo in clockblocker pov they VERY briefly mentioned the possibility of having secondary trigger events (?!!!!?!?!) and you know I locked onto that SO FUCKING HARD. ashe being born with powers and then his secondary trigger event being his mom's death <3 im.NOT even going to attempt to talk about how the trickster would work in worm world/if it would even exist in this setting bc i don't know enough about the types of powers and things yet..but just know. I am keeping this in the back of my mind "this is a fun surprise tool that will help us later" style

[muppetbyers]

ive said it before i’ll say it again but just because el is brought up in mike and wills conversations doesnt mean theyre actually talking about el

[red-moon-at-night]

I don't think I'm mentally prepared to go through this voting ordeal again with Amane because. I know deep in My Bones she's gonna end up being the first prisoner to receive 2 guilty verdicts isn't she. Isn't she.

[sourkitsch]

Two things that are true at once:

I am not nearly as mentally ill as I’ve convinced myself I am

I am far sicker than I’ve convinced my friends that I am

[fortes-fortuna-iogurtum]

what is this?? gurt attempting to write a fanfic that's lived in her mind for like 3 years?? the night after inventory at her store wrapped up when all she REALLY wants to go is sleep for a whole week????

[waylouder]

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