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genshin-side-piece · 9 months ago

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I have a yandere Neuvillette concept that has been haunting me, especially in regard to how you write him cause I really loved your series on him :3c

So imagine a Neuvillette after he kidnapped darling. He understands why you're upset, and though he will not let you go he does feel a little guilty about keeping you with him. He justifies it by telling himself (and you) that it is for your own safety and protection.

BUUUUUUT imagine Neuvillette judging a trial where the defendant did the EXACT same thing. They kidnapped someone and help them against their will for several months. The defendant implores to him and the audience that they did it to protect the victim, they did it for love.

I think Neuvillette has overseen many trials where the defendant broke the law but still had a sympathetic reason to do so - like a person who killed in self defense or someone who stole to survive. Unfortunately, I don't think there is any canon material that explores this (as far as I know - hopefully I am wrong), but I think a non-yandere Neuvillette would not let his judgement be completely clouded by the defendant's motives. They still broke the law so off to Meropide they go, but he knows when to be lenient and understanding about it.

Back to yandere Neuvillette, this trial puts him between a rock and a hard place. This defendant did the exact same thing Neuvillette did to you, he understands their motives very well. If this is a post-Archon quest Fontaine then he has complete control over the defendant's fate. Should he judge this defendant fairly, as he had with millions of ever? If he sends the defendant to Meropide, then doesn't this mean Neuvillette is guilty in the eyes of the law as well? Deep down, does he secretly think he is above the law? That his darling's well being is more important than any legislation?

But if he declares the defendant not guilty then what will this mean for the future of Fontaine? Other criminals may see this and realize that doing things for "love" is a morally sound motive to the fair Iudex. Crime, especially kidnapping related ones, might increase! The people would question why the Chief Justice declared someone not guilty when they CLEARLY committed a heinous crime. Victims of similar crimes in Fontaine might not see Neuvillette has a pillar of justice, but of someone who undermines it (a harsh realization that you had to go through when he kidnapped you).

I imagine that whatever Neuvillette's decision is, he's a little shaken up after the trial. He goes home and seeks your (unwilling) comfort, pulling you into his arms for an embrace, even if you protest and try to slip away. He treats you a little differently afterwards; maybe he relaxes on the rules and regulations he enforced on you and gives you a bit more freedom, or maybe he doubles down on his decision to keep you and gets more frustrated when you fight back.

This made me so happy! TY for sending! 😊 I love to talk about this kind of stuff. I wish I got to do it more. I'm placing this under a cut, with warnings just to be safe.

Warnings: Yandere Content, Implied Kidnapping, Implied Captivity, my bad writing, anything else I missed, 18+, Minors DNI

Neuvillette's grey area. It's my favorite thing about him.

Here's what makes him fun. He knows how to work the law(s) to his advantage. We see that with the traveler in 4.1. Neuvillette "invents" charges for the traveler to be sent to Meropide. He does so by getting them to commit a petty crime in the form of eating Furina's discarded cake. The traveler is unaware of said crime until they're sent to the actual fortress. Only then do they realize that Neuvillette pulled a harmless fast one on them. Later, we see him do it again when he goes behind Furina's back for the sake of the nation. I'm sure he felt horrible about it and tried to apologize afterwards, but he still went through with it because there was a greater good that needed to be fulfilled.

Same kind of principle applies here. Your safety is everything to him. Up until he finds you, he believes you to be in mortal danger. I imagine the moment of you just walking out all fine was a bit anticlimactic for him, but he would definitely take that over the alternative.

Through the power of his office, Neuvillette tricks the reader into coming with him vs taking them by force. The confinement portion gets a little stickier in terms of the laws. Neuvillette's reasons for taking you are sound. Those same reasons carry through to him keeping you. He was worried. He was concerned. As one of the leaders of Fontaine, he's merely performing his duty in protecting you. He can't guarantee your safety from the perceived threat if you go home. No, it's better if you stay with him until the threat passes, which could be never btw. Just because the serial k*ller has been caught, doesn't mean there aren't others who would seek to do you harm. The mafia/cartels or even the fatui are still lurking. All it would take is one report that lists potential targets with a description that vaguely matches yours and he's set with his excuse.

Just as an aside, in my mind, Neuvillette carries some built in immunity. He has a sterling reputation. It’s not fully mentioned in the story, but even if he were accused of a crime, who would believe that person? He’s the Chief Justice of Fontaine. Someone who is purposefully written above reproach in the eyes of the population. He’s not infallible, but I feel like it would take a ton of convincing for anyone to believe Neuvillette had broken the law. Then there’s the matter of who judges him? Neuvillette is the judge. Who judges the judge in a nation with no archon?

In terms of the poor soul that has found their way before him, Neuvillette would 100% find that individual guilty regardless of his actions. Laws are laws and Neuvillette's main purpose in the story is uphold those laws. Where it gets iffy is how that person is sentenced. What is the appropriate level of justice for the crime? One could argue that the reader has already extracted a specific level of justice from Neuvillette based on how they treat him. How he feels about the trial afterwards is an interesting debate. Where Neuvillette and you start vs where you end in the series are two very different places. Since we’re talking specifically about the post-archon quest relationship between the two, I’m not sure how shaken he would be. The relationship is in a very different place from where the first story picks up. I can see him visiting his past feelings on the subject and briefly questioning specific things, but in the end it doesn’t matter to him based on how the series ends.

Still, for the purpose of this though, I can see him going home and bringing you close. How willing you want to be is up to you. 😊

#genshin impact #genshin #genshinimpact #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin x reader #yandere neuvillette x reader #yandere neuvillette #neuvillette #chief justice neuvillette #neuvillette x reader #genshin fanfic #genshin impact fanfic #anonymous asks #anonymous

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jewishcissiekj · 9 months ago

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Since Asajj Ventress appeared in recent media and is set to appear in future shows and Star Wars content, I've seen a lot of people starting to read Dark Disciple. but besides that book, there are so many stories featuring Asajj over her 22 years of existence. So if you are looking for some recommendations and entry points to Asajj outside of the TV shows, here are some recommendations to get to know her a bit better, in both the Canon and Legends timelines:

(for anyone looking for a definitive list of everything she's ever been in, I also have that)

for anyone looking for just the list of recommendations without all my babbling, scroll down to the bottom, it'll be there.

Canon

Dooku: Jedi Lost Audiodrama - Script by Cavan Scott, preformed by full cast (also available in Script format) Starting off, this masterpiece. Telling the dual story of Asajj and Dooku, Jedi Lost is genuinely some of the best Star Wars content out there, in my opinion. Taking place early in The Clone Wars, it tells Asajj's journey battling her ghosts and uncovering her Master's history. It requires only the context of the prequels and The Clone Wars, and I wholeheartedly recommend it to anyone who likes the Prequels, Dooku, or Asajj.

Brotherhood - by Mike Chen Continuing with the book that serves as an introduction to Asajj in canon (chronologically), Brotherhood presents an interesting take on her first meetings with Anakin and Obi-Wan. She's far from the main character here, only supporting the book's plot as the villain and the initiator behind some of the troubles Obi-Wan faces on Cato Neimodia. This Asajj is more calculated, working behind the scenes while still facing off face to face against Obi-Wan and Anakin, and it uniquely handles her character. The book is a Clone Wars adventure taking place before and it requires only the movies' and TCW's context, once again. *While technically taking place after Hyperspace Stories #5, it contradicts that issue's events and makes more sense if it takes place before, so I listed it first (for more info on the contradictions you can go here)*

Star Wars: Hyperspace Stories #5 - Written by Amanda Deibert, with art by Riccardo Faccini (Variant cover by Cary Nord) Taking place shortly after Anakin's knighting, before The Clone Wars show, this is a short and interesting comic story for Asajj. While tying into an over-arching plot of the series, this issue stands alone well. Simply put, Asajj is sent to retrieve a mysterious item by Count Dooku and encounters Anakin and Obi-Wan in the process. It has fun art, fun dynamics, and it's really good.

Worthless - a short story from Stories of Jedi and Sith - written by Delilah S. Dawson with an illustration by Jake Bartok This one is not as set on the timeline, but we do know it takes place while Asajj is still working for Dooku. In short, without too many spoilers, Asajj falls into a pit and has to trust on a Clone Trooper's help to get out. The story is a part of an anthology, but it completely stand-alone on its own. If you can read it on its own, I recommend it, but the rest of the book is also very much worth it if you want to buy it for the story. Dawson captures a version of Asajj that rarely gets attention, before the Nightsisters, and manages to show her identity and tell a wonderful story without that tool that's often overly used (in my opinion).

Star Wars Adventures: Return to Vader's Castle #3 - Written by Cavan Scott with art by Francesco Francavilla & Nick Brokenshire Jumping forward in the Timeline, we have another Asajj story by Cavan Scott! It has Bounty Hunting, A baby Sarlacc, pretty art, fun coloring, and Asajj. So what's not to love? Like Hyperspace Stories, Return to Vader's Castle also has an over-arching plot, but that's 4 framing pages of Vaneé being a bitch and has no effect on the rest of it. Solid stuff. (it is also the source of the first picture in this post)

Sisters - a short comic story from the Age of Republic Special - written by Jody Houser with art by Carlos Gómez Next, we have a wonderful short story taking place just before The Clone Wars episode "To Catch a Jedi". In just a few pages, Jody Houser brings conflict and personality to Asajj's time on Coruscant. And there's gorgeous art.

Legends

While Legends, and especially the comics, have some of my favorite stories with Asajj, it's hard to recommend individual issues. They can be stand-alone but still connected and ingrained in the ongoing story of the comics. But I tried to hand-pick the best for introduction and knowledge of who Asajj is a character there. So I won't recommend the 12 issues she's in, I set myself the limit of sticking with the same number of recommendations I had for canon.

Star Wars: Republic: The New Face of War - 2-issue Comic arc - written by W. Haden Blackman with art by Tomás Giorello Although I'm assuming you all have at least a passing familiarity with Asajj's character, introductions are still important. And, yes, Asajj first appeared in a different comic and after a month or so in Clone Wars (2003), but chronologically, in-universe, this is her first appearance. The Face of War is comprised of issues #51 and #52 of the Star Wars: Republic comic series, and although Asajj is only in the last page of #51, it's necessary context. This one isn't a must for me, but it sets the ground for her. And it's good. Giorello's art brings a unique perspective to Asajj's character, and by that I mean it may not be to some people's taste. So take your pick with this one.

Star Wars: Republic #53 - written by W. Haden Blackman, with art by Brian Ching If the last one isn't a must, this one is. It is a stand-alone adventure, almost feeling like a (better) TCW episode. Obi-Wan is off to infiltrate a Techno Union base with a team of all-star legendary Jedi that are introduced, and everything goes wrong when they run into the Confederacy's best, Durge and Asajj Ventress. I say it's a must because it establishes the nature of the rivalry between Obi-Wan and Asajj, and gives us such a sense of who those people are. It also lays the foundations to my next comic recommendation.

Dark Heart - short story by August and Cynthia Hahn This one, a 1784-word story, originally published on Wizards.com as a part of The Living Force roleplaying campaign, is definitely not a must, but it's barely 2k words, just read it. In all seriousness though, it captures Asajj's essence and I just. love it. You can read it right now, that's the link in the name, it's up online for free legally. While it is a part of the RPG campaign, I read it individually and had no trouble at all.

The Cestus Deception - by Steven Barnes (The Japanese cover is prettier and has Asajj, ok?) Obi-Wan Kenobi and Kit Fisto head to the planet Ord Cestus to try and convince Ord Cestus's government to ally with The Republic. But under the surface, a mysterious scheme had developed and it gets messy. Never ask me to write a publisher's summary. Asajj is the villain of this one, and I don't have much to say about it, but it is good. Fair warning: it hasn't aged the best in my opinion, and not even in a politically correct sense, some of the descriptions and relationships were questionable at best. If you like Kit Fisto and political adventuring and Clone Wars fights and a mascarade ball, if I remember correctly, this one's for you. It's not much of a story for Asajj but it is a fun read.

Star Wars: Republic #60 - written by W. Haden Blackman with art by Tomás Giorello I have never ever not once said it but this right here is my favorite Asajj story of all time ever. It does require context, though, so here's it: after the battle of Jabiim, Alpha-17 (Legends Arc Trooper, you may have heard of him) and Obi-Wan (a staple in Asajj's stories, he needs to gtfo women's business) are blown up and declared dead. Turns out Asajj Ventress has been holding them in her castle on the planet Rattatak and this is the daring story of their escape. In this issue, Asajj's origin story is revealed, before the Nightsisters had anything to do with her. More than any other Legends issue, it differentiates greatly from anything you know about Asajj in TCW/Canon. She's a warlord, with armies at her beck and call, a military commander, And it's fun. Her origin story is told in this issue, and it's such a great story that shifted my understanding of her a lot. The art, once again, is by Giorello, keep it in mind.

Yoda: Dark Rendezvous - by Sean Stewart (Japanese cover, once again) Last but certainly not least, the Legends Clone Wars book I've heard the most positive reviews of, and was not disappointed in the slightest. It is as good as they say. The story doesn't focus on Asajj, and she isn't even the main antagonist, but she gets a meaningful role in it and has her place and her arc in the story. It's also my favorite approach to how Asajj would act when she has to deal with children. Worth the hype and an excellent book to read unrelated to Asajj.

Alright, that's all! I hope you check out at least one of these, they're all great. As said before, I also have a complete list of everything Asajj in chronological order. Feel free to ask me anything about the list and the things in it. I can also give a complete comic reading list for her, since it's a bit more than just the issues she appeared in. For anyone struggling with the accessibility of these recommendations, I have a hopefully comprehensive guide in the complete appearances post. And now just this list because I promised that:

Canon 1) Dooku: Jedi Lost Audiodrama - Script by Cavan Scott, preformed by full cast (also available in Script format) 2) Brotherhood - by Mike Chen 3) Star Wars: Hyperspace Stories #5 - Written by Amanda Deibert, with art by Riccardo Faccini (Variant cover by Cary Nord) 4) Worthless - a short story from Stories of Jedi and Sith - written by Delilah S. Dawson with an illustration by Jake Bartok 5) Star Wars Adventures: Return to Vader's Castle #3 - Written by Cavan Scott with art by Francesco Francavilla & Nick Brokenshire 6) Sisters - a short comic story from the Age of Republic Special - written by Jody Houser with art by Carlos Gómez

Legends 1) Star Wars: Republic: The New Face of War - 2-issue Comic arc (Star Wars: Republic #51-52) - written by W. Haden Blackman with art by Tomás Giorello 2) Star Wars: Republic #53 - written by W. Haden Blackman, with art by Brian Ching 3) Dark Heart - short story by August and Cynthia Hahn 4) The Cestus Deception - by Steven Barnes 5) Star Wars: Republic #60 - written by W. Haden Blackman with art by Tomás Giorello 6) Yoda: Dark Rendezvous - by Sean Stewart

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stardust948 · 26 days ago

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ATLA Tiny Person AU

Lore:

A rare birth disorder that causes server dwarfism.

Dense bones.

Grows only to 5 to 6 inches.

Cannot live completely independent because of their size and lack of accommodations. Specialized doll houses are often made/ordered by caretakers that have electricity and running water.

Parvum-humanus, Latin for small humanoid is the official term.

It has been around for centuries but just now being studied like other neurodiversity spectrums.

In ancient days, it was rarer or less reported. People were abandoned at birth, believing to be changelings, or sold to the circus. There’s a good chance there’s a subgroup of survivors living out in the wild with their own communities hidden from human society.

In present days, they become brief celebrities, some more famous than others depending on marketing skills, and can make a living through online work or staring in movies (like playing fairies or scifi stuff.) Some become advocates for Parvum-humanus rights.

Fire Family:

Version 1

Zuko and Azula were twins. They were the first identical twins recorded to have Parvum-humanus. Ursa was not aware she was pregnant with twins because it was so faint on the ultra-sound. She and the doctors believed she was giving birth to a pre-mature stillborn despite carrying to full term. Imagine their surprise when not one but two tiny babies the size of fingertips came out.

Ozai was not pleased.

He did not want the attention of being father of two medical “anomalies”. This lead to many behind the scene fights with Ursa but due to public pressure, they don’t divorce.

Zuko and Azula have each other to rely on. They share a special bond both from being twins and tiny people.

Financially, life is good because of their fame and family’s business. But Ozai and Azulon completely ignores them out of shame. They still have Ursa of course, who is very overprotective, and Iroh and Lu Ten. Eventually Mai and Ty Lee who they befriend at school.

Version 2

Zuko is the only one with Parvum-humanus. The fame is short lived, since he is not a twin in this version.

Ozai was not physically abusive but was neglectful and emotionally abusive. He forbidden Zuko from leaving the dollhouse and showered all his attention on Azula. Zuko had overheard him many times saying he doesn’t have a son.

Azula used to play with him thanks to Ursa’s encouragement. She was a little rough, but thankfully Zuko’s much stronger than he looks and the kids still have fun together.

Ursa and Ozai do end up divorcing with Ozai’s neglect and ablism towards his son being the final straw. Zuko and Azula were 8 and 6 by the time of the divorce. They get joint custody over Azula but the courts barely acknowledged Zuko because raising a child with Parvum-humanus is not that “costly”.

Zuko blamed himself for the divorce, despite Ursa’s efforts to comfort him. Ursa was even more overprotective and Iroh had to ease her back often. He conviced Ursa to let Zuko attend public school so he could be around other kids again.

It’s tough at first. He’s not outright bullied; it’s more of the passive-aggressive talk behind your back type. But eventually he befriends the gaang and all is well.

Version 3

No spirit shenanigans this time. Zuko was born with a rare condition where the fetus develops but doesn't grow much in size. Most of the royal family did not know Zuko existed, believing he died at birth. Ozai was highly displeased and had nothing to do with him.

Azula and Zuko were close when they were younger and often played together. Zuko's pretty tough despite his size and could handle Azula's games which Ursa made sure didn't get out of hand. Azula eventually pulled away due to Ozai's insistence that she was too old to play with toys.

Thankfully, Ursa always stuck by Zuko's side. After she's banished for poisoning Azulon who ordered Azula's death, she took Zuko with her. But unfortunately, they were not out of danger yet. Ozai sent assassins after them to tie up the loose strings. Ursa and Zuko are separated and Zuko is forced to fend for himself while vowing to avenge his mother.

#idk if i'll turn any of them into full fics #just throwing ideas out there #atla #atla au #atla modern au #tiny person au #fire family #zuko #azula #tiny zuko #tiny azula #ursa #ozai #tw abuse #tw ableism #g/t #giant tiny #atla g/t #star's writing

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stellas-starry-sillies13 · 7 months ago

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YAYAYAYAYAYAYA MATCHUPSSS

I'm a girl and I'm looking for a pjsk matchup!

my personality?? um, god I'm an annoying motherfucker. when I find someone who's willing to listen, I will yap for hours about my interests. I have hpd, bpd(?), and adhd which is super duper fun totally 😐 but I think I'm funny maybe idk? I'm really insecure and I like actually can't find anything good about myself 😓 maybe I'm a fast learner? I'm sort of a nerd like, I'm in accelerated math 🤓

things I'm most sensitive to? idk what this means but ig I hate bugs and clowns and vomit and that shit. also when my s/o isn't giving me attention I would literally start screaming crying shaking.

my number one talent is simping. 💀 I have a shrine for 2 different people and when I have a crush on someone they're all I talk about 😭

my hobbies are drawing, writing, playing pjsk, and screaming lyrics of songs I like really loudly. I've also been getting back into dance lately that's pretty sigma. age range is 13-15 and there are no characters i don't want to be matched up with

what i want in an s/o? think of seo changbin from skz 🤩 jkjk (only slightly) i want a s/o thats nice to me, is at least slightly taller than me, (5'4), is funny, has decent fashion sense, and a real nice voice (but I suppose that's all the pjsk boys..)

what i don't want in an s/o is as I stated earlier, someone who doesn't give me attention, someone who puts me down, someone who brushes off my interests, and someone with a bad hairstyle /hj

yeah ty!! if this ask gets sent into the void I WILL cry!!!

' . < Project sekai matchup No. 1~! > . '

A/N: omg you do good in math??? You sound like a good s/o already. Girl if you like think think im sure you can find good stuff abt you. Liiiike you have a nice humor you made me crack a smile several times while reading this. Also idk youre just a fun person. ADHD? I xan relate. Its not confirmed but i probably do have it. Liek seriously whenever im doing my my math i just randomly start daydreaming and my mom always has to snap me back to reality. Thankfully she finds it funny lol and doesnt scold me for it. Also we're the same height so yay. Also same age range. We kin eachother fr.

Anyway! For the grand reveal, I match you up with....

` . < Rui~! > . '

A/N: Im sorry when you said you want someone who shows you attention i immediately thought of rui.

He will listen to every single detail of your rambles about your interests

Honestly finds it adorable

As someone who also rambles a lot about his own interests, he can relate

He understands that you have hpd and will give you all the attention in the world if you so desire

I like to think he will be very physically affectionate. With this mam, how could you NOT get all the attention in the world??

Finds your 'annoying' personality endearing

Sometimes just watches you draw over your shoulder without saying a word and then you just turn around and see him there and be like 'wth did you come from??'

Asks you to draw him

Loves to just watch you and observe you dance. Might even ask for you to teach him on of your dances. (Idr if it its canon that wxs dances but they prolly do, so)

Def teaches you one of the dances he performs

Im not sure if he has a decent fashion sense.. Idk depends ony our perspective

His voice though? Its the definition of nice. Like out of all the boys his is gentle and smooth. Sounds nice to me

#✦ library partners ✦#project sekai #Prokect sekai x reader #Pjsk #Pjsk x reader #proseka #Proseka x reader #Kamishiro rui #Rui kamishiro #Rui kamishiro x reader #Kamishiro rui x reader #✦ project sekai ✦

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sokkastyles · 1 year ago

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I saw another take related to my previous ask. It was about how the narrative goes out of its way to get you to sympathize with Zuko, but always demonizes Azula. Apparently Zuko even gets more sympathy than the rest of the Gaang for his situation and is constantly excused and coddled by the narrative, which means he doesn't really work for his redemption so much as it is just given to him. They also added in the age thing, where Zuko and even Mai and Ty Lee are depicted as victims and child soldiers who were forced into the war, like in The Beach. They were depicted with respect for the fact that they were children fighting a war and the narrative emphasized the fact that they were children and how awful it was for them to be sent into battle, but the Gaang doesn't get that same courtesy. I'm wondering what you think about this take that Zuko is offered more sympathy for his circumstances while the rest of the Gaang's struggles/Azula's struggles are not?

The thing about these claims is that they are so vague as to be meaningless. Zuko gets sympathy vs Azula being demonized where, exactly? Because most of the time when people say this, they ignore that Azula is demonized for hurting others, which she should be. Where is it shown as more okay for Zuko to hurt the gaang? In fact, when I think about Zuko hunting the gaang, I remember a lot of humor at his expense, which he deserves because what he's doing is wrong. He's treated as a lot less of a threat than Azula because she's shown to be more deadly, both because she's more successful and because she is more ruthless.

Zuko, Mai, and Ty Lee are depicted as victims because they are being forced to fight by Ozai and Azula. The three of them are shown to have times where they tried to say no and were forced into it anyway. Azula doesn't have that because she is shown to want to take part in Ozai's imperialism, hence also why she is given less sympathy. It would be extremely troubling if that were not the case, if a character who was never shown to disagree with causing harm, and was shown to be very good at it, were treated as sympathetic.

But they still are not depicted as child soldiers. They are depicted as characters in a fun fantasy adventure story. They are frequently depicted as having fun fighting, just as the gaang are, because this is a story meant to entertain children, not a nonfiction story meant to educate about the horror of child soldiers. Even stuff like Zuko's abuse or Mai and Ty Lee being coerced by Azula cannot be treated with the weight it would have if it happened in the real world. Many people have pointed out that if Zuko sustained a burn like that in a realistic story, not to mention being sent out to sea shortly after with minimal time to heal, he would most likely end up severely physically disabled if he even survived, not to mention the psychological effects that would have. Ty Lee and Mai would be a lot less well-adjusted, they wouldn't be making snappy banter. These characters are technically children and talk like American teenagers, but fight like and frequently think like adults. They are not real children and their situations cannot be compared to that of a child soldier, because they are fictional and everything they are came from the mind of an adult with the purpose of telling an entertaining story for children about children saving the world.

#zuko #azula #mai #ty lee #the discourse

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remusawoooo · 6 months ago

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definitely agree with the things youre saying! i think with the “issue” of the physical appearance of people truly isnt whether if a person is dark-skinned and muscular that is the problem, or why a short person should be submissive or whatnot, and if you do portray things that way thats fine. however, if you portray it in a way where it feels almost… fetishizing, instead of just treating it like “oh yeah this is a trait and not the characters entirety” Then it becomes a problem. its also definitely not marauders fandom centric, tho i do see it a lot here at times.

maybe the solution to all of this is to be normal and chill about things like race and sexuality and gender, but unfortunately that is apparently very hard for greater fandom spaces to do. tho im not saying everyone in the fandom space does this, and im not saying that indulgence or tropey nonsense is bad as long as it doesnt hurt anyone, but quite unfortunately the foundations of fandom Are built by white women and that ideology carries throughout the whole space. its just something people have to keep and mind and reflect on every once in a while.

anyway all in all definitely agree with your takes on the greater issue, even if i may disagree with some of your opinions on characters or stuff. i think generally people should have fun with their fanon little world (or canon little world if thats what they want more), but like people should just be more sensitive with material theyre handling as well as how they portray it. tldr please be normal about the marginalized is the best way to put everything LMAO

thank you for answering and also enjoying my little rants, i hope you dont mind if i enter your inbox again in the future! i like seeing your thoughts on things ^^

(also if you didnt know im the one who sent you that one “james survives” fic where he and the marauders raise harry, currently still reading it but it is a delight hehe)

hello again!

you sent me the fic??? tysm 🥹🫶🏼 I'll take your word!!

yes, that's exactly what I meant with the physical appearance. it's changing the existing description to put them in certain boxes that bothers me! otherwise, go ham!

right point about white women! they tend to take center stage.

it's not fanon that bothers more so the unchecked stereotypes like said. since poc and queer folk are greatly involved and finally feel safe enough to speak out, white/cishet folk should do the hard work, right? I had fun writing all that, btw, so ty again!!

you're so right, it's just to have fun and be nice about it!! (I don't mind at all, anon!! pls visit more :D and if you like, leave a nickname or emoji I can identify you with?) have a great day <3

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karvivore · 1 year ago

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Hello!! I haven't sent an ask in forever and there's so much more I want to ask about with your lore and ocs omG. I will try to be reasonable n keep it brief though ;0;

One of your story names changed, Condemned!! Was there a big revamp in it to go with that change? I love Vega's design a LOT just from that headshot omg, she looks very cool!! How does embodying Vengeance AND Balance work out?

haha...I have more I'd like to ask actually (about your sona dudes and their deals) but i think in case this answer is long (which I'd LOVE) I'll send that later. :-] (I will say though, i'm happy you're able to enjoy vore n other things publicly on here now!! you've got such chill vibes imo, you deserve to be enjoyin whatever the hell you want on your own blog! 👍)

OMG HELLO, NICE TO SEE U AGAIN :D

Yes! Actually Condemned used to be called Cadence which was Hunter’s story! Now its been completely changed to match better vibes :3 its… such a crazy big revamp, and its been daunting but so far i LOVE the direction its taken. If you like Galactic scale action then it is 100% the story for u <3 cause its scale is INSANE.

Vega’s a neat one and i really love her honestly, so she used to be JUST balance. But Rane did a number on her and essentially severed her from her other half and in the process left his mark on her. Now Balance has been out of wack for a while and even when Vega is reformed into who she once was, everything is still out of balance. So, she became the Wraith of Vengeance as well as Balance because she reformed with such explosive rage that it brought about a obsession with vengeance she would soon enact on the wraith of war. (With the help of Hunter and Trace)

And i know thats all very gibberishy atm but i swear im COOKING. Its gonna be so cool when its all out of the oven and cohesive. Condemned is actually being posted a lot on Patreon rn so you have like Hunter’s design posted rn, Rane’s wip sketch is coming out next month, and then Vega’s full body is comin too! So if u wanna see more and fast thats where it is (Not to boost… it but also yes to boost it HRNG EXCITEMENT!!)

Omg plz ask about those freaks i love them SO MUCH.

Also ty! All i have ever tried to do is make a really chill nice environment for myself and all people i interact with. And I’m honestly rlly happy to be out in the open with my enjoyment of Vore. Until the later half of this year i really haven’t felt like i could be myself truly. So getting to do it now feels really cool, and theres so much stuff coming to tumblr and patreon now thats just more self indulgent and fun! Its just very exciting!!

#ask #skullrotte #condemned #patreon #oc talk #vega

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pbandjesse · 1 year ago

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I am comfortable in my hammock. I'm having a pretty nice day. Even if other people are bringing me down a bit. I am trying to let things ago. Let myself be happy. But it is very hard. This is why I like being alone up here.

I slept alright last night. It was hard getting up but I honestly felt fine when I got up. I hugged on James. They had brought my stuff to the car already because they are great. Love my husband. Very quickly though I was on the road.

I stopped for breakfast. Gave a person begging what I could. The woman at the window commented that they were just going to use it for something they shouldn't. And I said that my character is judged by what I did to help, where my heart was, not what she did with it after. That's on her character. And the woman at the window agreed with me and said I had a good heart.

I got to camp at 8. Someone driving out, the entrance, gave me a dirty look. And there was a baby bunny I had to stop for. But it was normal beyond that.

It was chilly. I got out of the car and found that the art building was musty but it was fine. I was not happy about the tent was not out back

I had to move my tables. And there was trash. But the thing that made me angry was my table cups, that have materials like colored pencils and scissors, were left on the picnic table so they were filled with water form the rain and a bunch of supplies were ruined. I was furious. I sent a very cursey text to CJ just because if I didn't say it to someone I was going to say it in the group chat and get fired.

Ty would come go to tell me that there was trash and mess at homestead and the very old chicken, grandma, was injured!!! We were worried that it was children in the enclosure or something. So we decided to go to the office to talk to Alexi.

Alexi was understanding. She is hopeful that it wouldn't be the kids who hurt grandma and was maybe a fox. But she is discouraged that the areas aren't being treated appropriately.

As we were talking and going through complaints and ideas to make it better Kieran came in and told us that the chef claims that there was a bear in the trash!! So now we're like was it a bear??? Wild.

We headed back to arts and crafts. And it would be a fine day. Tati was great and super helpful. She would be in charge of the hot glue and would get so good at it by the end of the day. Like we were figuring out how to layer yarn to look like hair and she really has it down by the end.

I would read a little. Work on my knitting. And we would talk about the weekend and our projects and the plan for the day. And the group would be late but they would come soon enough.

And the project is going pretty well so far!! I'm glad I didn't put all the markers out because they would break some. But overall they were great with the materials and I loved what they made. Not everyone did a person but I said animals were fine as long as they had faces. And it was just really fun to see what they came up with.

Both my morning groups did well. And then it was lunch time. Which ended up being a bust. They had hot dogs. I wish they did vegetarian hot dogs but instead we got some kind of stir fry. Which I was not feeling so I had a hot dog bun and went to make Mac and cheese. I was nice sitting with friends though. But at noon I went to make the Mac and cheese at the office.d

Tyler would join me to use the microwave. And he would give me a cinnamon twist from his dominos leftovers which was excellent. We ate on the porch and we were able to get some paperwork done that camp needed for the reaccreditation that's happening this week.

Speaking of that though. I got very frustrated later in the day because Cody would come up to our building and he gave me a paper that he said we should have been filling out and he was surprised that I had never seen this before. Basically it's an entire list of materials that the programs use. I don't know if you guys can picture what the art building looks like. But it would take me days to document all of the stuff and quantities of things that are in here. And he wants it done by tomorrow. That is impossible task and not fair that they are asking of me two days before the accreditation is happening. This shouldn't have been given to me now it should have been given to me during training. When there was actually a chance of me having time to do that. So I'm very overwhelmed by that but I'm trying not to let it bother me and I'm going to try to have Tatiana just list everything she can see in the room and will make estimations of what things are. Because man am I stressed out about that.

After lunch though I had my two-day camps and my older kids. And it went really well. I brought the metal stamping kit with me and a couple people made coins today and that was really fun. A couple of the counselors got really into it. And everyone really likes painting on the wood and so because I do not have enough spoons I texted Joe and asked if he would mind cutting wood for me just to have more pieces. And he said he would and that was really great of him.

During my half hour break after my day camp but before my older kids Dad called and we talked for half an hour and I wish we could have talked longer. It was really good to hear him and he sounded really strong and healthy. I know he started physical therapy again today and I really hope it helps him regain some confidence and balance. But it was nice to talk and I got to tell him all about Jess's house and some stuff at camp that's been drama. But it was just really nice talking to him even if it was just a short period of time.

And like I said the older girls really enjoyed making bracelets and beads and one of the girls made a stamped coin and then their counselor was really into it and made a couple. Including one that said on Wednesdays we wear pink. And I thought that was so funny. So at the end of the day I would sit down and I would stamp out the whole quote about being crazy in a rubber room with rats. Because the younger boys say it all the time and I thought it would be funny to show that to them. It did take me a while to make though.

My last group was with Trista and I love Trista. I was very sad that I missed their class last week when I had to go to the doctor. And we had a nice conversation while the kids worked and talked to Tatiana made sure that the kids pieces didn't look bald unless that's what they wanted. We had this bit going with this one child who made there character green with very sparse orange hair and we kept going. Oh my God. How did you do that. It's like a mirror. You you did that so well. And just being so dramatic about it. And she would go I know like no one believes just I made this That's how good it is. It was very silly.

But at 4:15 I said goodbye to everyone and I grabbed my pool bag and I headed out. I was going to go swimming because it was really hot out. And it was the hottest time of the day.

There were so many kids in the shower though so I couldn't get changed in the bathroom so thankfully no one was using the laundry room and I wouldn't change them there after chatting with the lifeguards for a few minutes. I checked in with CJ as well who had to be a counselor today because Candela is not here from Spain yet. Something happened with her flight but she should be here tonight. And then I got in the water. And it was beautiful.

I was just kind of sit in the cold for a while and eventually would get most of my hair wet. Celia did not remember her bathing suit again. I'm actually just texted her to tell her to put her suit in her backpack so that this does not happen again. So she would just sit with her legs in the water but eventually Antonio and Annabelle joined me. And it was fun watching the kids do pool canoes and I just floated for a while and it was a good temperature and I felt very happy being in the water.

At 5:00 I decided to get out. The kids were going swimming again after their canoes and I went and took a shower. Max was in the bathroom trying to clean but because of girls bathing suits they just bring so much water and that it's impossible to clean it because it's all wet. So he had to wait a while anyway and I went to go take my shower and felt so much better afterwards.

I came back up to arts and crafts and I felt okay. Kind of uncomfortable but fine. I would hang out for a while in the outside hammock and was reading. I did my rubber rat crazy stamp thing. And then once it was closer to 6 I took my book and went down to the lodge.

I got lots of pillows from wonderful children on my way there. And when I got there I sat in the back corner and I read for a while. The colts book is okay. I've decided I'm going to skip the ones that I'm not super interested in right now but I think I would like to go back to a narrative book tomorrow. We'll see. I have a couple still that I would like to read on my shelf this week. Got nothing's really calling to me yet. I was not really looking forward to dinner when I heard that they combined the vegan, vegetarian, gluten-free, and allergy concern dinner into one thing. Again. I don't understand why the chefs don't understand that they should just be making whatever everybody else is having as close to that as possible. Because for some ungodly reason today we had turkey patties for dinner, which apparently work gross. But the vegetarians had ratatouille. And it wasn't even good. It just tasted like stewed tomatoes with undercooked zucchini in it. I hated it and I was very upset. The one saving Grace was I asked Charlotte if I could have two rolls and at first she was like well if another child doesn't get a role coming out of your pay. But she gave me two rolls. And then I ended up getting a third roll. I wish it had butter but at least it was carbs. And they know I'm supposed to be even less carbs but they're the only thing that makes me feel not shaky. I'm trying. I'm not trying that hard but I am trying.

I was kind of sad though. Dinner just made me feel depressed. Tyler was also feeling depressed. I don't know why I'm switching between Ty and Tyler in this post But they are the same person. Just in case you weren't sure. But he was not happy either and we left and went up to the art building together. Where he made his own coin and memory with Grandma. Who is not dead but has gone home to her owner to heal. He also told me that he did find a bird net to go over the enclosure so hopefully nothing else can get in. And I hope that the office buys it ASAP.

I decided to fall back on the things I used to do when I was sad and grad school and I made a tote bag. I'm really proud of it actually because the fabric on the outside is the same as the inside and I made sure that all of the pattern is going the correct direction so all the pictures are facing the right way and it has velvet handles and a flat bottom. I'm really proud of it. It's a little oversized and floppy And I really like that. And I sent it to Jess and she made a big fuss that how beautiful it was and now I want to make more tote bags to possibly put it in my market table. So that's a consideration right now. I'm not that concerned about it though but maybe I'll knock out some cutting and that's always the part I hate the most anyway and I have big tables here so we'll see.

Tyler would head out And I would finish sewing my bag. And then I would take a walk to the nurse. I had choked on a roll as we were leaving the dining hall and I had upset myself from coughing so hard. But some water on my face helped and then I came back up here after chatting with PJ outside of the building for a bit. The air quality was very bad today and I guess we've all just given up on caring about that because I never even got an air quality alert on my phone. Even though it was at the same numbers it was the other week when we were all forced to be inside. So that's cool. I'm not annoyed by that at all.

And when I came back up here I hung out in my hammock for a while. The mosquitoes were eating my legs for the first time this summer and I hit a mosquito and blood got everywhere. I have no idea if it was my blood or somebody else's blood I was not happy about it. So I came inside and put on more bug spray and started winding down.

I closed the door at 9:00 and brushed my teeth. And I've been laying here for a while now. I hope tomorrow was a good day. I hope that my stress is of today lesson. Because honestly I had so much fun with my groups I just hate how much other people's energy brings me down. And so many people are coming to me. And it's not that I don't enjoy that I want to be a rock for people I want to be here to listen. Tatiana even said today that I was famous because every time I'm not here a million people apparently come to the door looking for me. But I just wish that it wasn't always negative. I don't mind some negative. I want to hear when things are wrong. But I also need to be positive about camp. I like this job. I like being here. I just don't like all the other crap outside of it. Fingers crossed that I can just be happy. Despite everything else.

I also really hope I sleep well tonight. I'm pretty comfortable right now and it's not supposed to be rainy or anything tomorrow so I'm hoping there's no big spikes and humidity. And I just hope it's a nice day. I hope you all have a nice day. I hope you are safe out there in the world. I also found out that my very first friend in Baltimore, Ben's husband passed away suddenly today. So I just want to remind everyone that you never know when things not going to be over. And to tell the people you love how much you love them. Until next time.

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xanderlovesscones · 1 month ago

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(don't lose it this time, jkjk)

helloo xander! sry it took me longer to respond i got caught up in some projects and assignments. not a valid excuse tho since xander > projects. dw i won't make that mistake next time!

(I hope my eyebrows grow back quickly too!! they’re taking they’re damn time!! ooooo that definitely made the difference, I loved them. hmmmm I’m curious of this pinch of lemon… maybe I’ll sacrifice my good taste to try something new)

hmph, growing back an eyebrow is insufferable work. those dam things are so stubborn. anyways, the lemon is actually not lemon extract, but lemon zest? i sent over a small batch so lemme know if you like it! if not, i'll stick to the other recipe :)

(WHATTT!??? OFCCC YOU’RE INTELLIGENT YOU WANTED TO BE FRIENDS WITH ME!! okay but in all seriousness you are :)) anyyywayys I find that people who enjoy scones so much as you and I tend to be more intelligent beings. oh my gosh!! I cannot believe they would pause scone talk to discuss that!? that’s sooooooo silly!! OFC SCONES HAVE MORE VALUE!! SCONES ARE LIFE 👹👹 cough cough anyyywayyss you tell them snowflake!! don’t give them ur homework!!)

i mean, i tried to tell them that but did they listen? these people, everytime somebody is talking abt smt important, it goes in one ear and comes out the other. RAAR 👹

(yesss alisa is already mad at me 😔😔 … leather pants picture coming right up!! I love sharing that!!)

how can anyone be mad at you 😔 i find that rather impossibe but anways, lemme open up that picture.

a few seconds later

OMG! THIS IS HILARIOUS 😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣 HELP MY STOMACH IS DYING RN 😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣 HAHA IN YOUR FACE GRAYSON 😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣

(ahahahahhah I do understand your pain sometimes, my brothers can also be annoying and insufferable but they have their good aspects as well!!)

well, everybody has their strong suits! i just wish my brothers' ones don't come with a discount on 'annoyingness' and 'insufferablesness'

(yesss, sometimes you just have to be mean right back!! quoting the ‘aristocats’ I see!! I love that disney movie. yesss my fave colour is blue, hence the blog colour. tbh I do love green as well!! oooo that pattern of blue is so pretty!!)

yup you got that right! i've actually only seen clips of the movie and haven't watched it in full though. my brothers kept hogging it to watch star wars 🙃 and tbh i'm not much of a movie person 🙃 and glad you like the blue, it really is beautiful (just like you) 💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵

(I am very lucky!! but don’t worry you will find some too, I didn’t get mine until quite late in life you still have time. but for now… hmmmm I think you need a BHFF!! )

WHAT? YOU'LL REALLY BE MY BHFF? EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK ALL MY DREAMS COME TRUE 🩵 YKW FORGET ABT THOSE OTHER PEOPLE A XANDER IS WORTH TEN OF THEM

(ofc you’ll always have xander-approval!! AND OF COURSE YOU GET A BLUEBERRY SCONE THAT ISNT PUSHINGGG IT!! you can rant to me all you want and remember, I’m your friend and that’s all that matters 😊😊)

awww ty for the scones! and ty for being there for me!! i'll always be there for you as well!! 🩵💙🩵

(yesss definitely ☹️☹️ I’m glad you understand me!! my feelings towards mr grandfather are very conflicted so I don’t really know either)

tbh, i have quite a bit to say about your grandfather but i'll just keep those to myself for now……. don't wanna speak ill of the dead (he's lucky he has that courtesy)

(I do many other things: eating scones, inventing things, exploding things, hacking things, coding things, (basically everything technological), reading, some fun little maths questions, doing illegal things with my brothers, and ofc my boring boring school work)

eating scones is truly an amazing past time. unfortunately for me, i can't explode anything (stuff is so expensive nowadays and i'm not hawthorne, or should i say avery, level rich. everyone's reactions including avery's were priceless.) ooh you can code? i mean ofc you can code. i wish i knew how to. i need it for a project but i'm stuck asking chat gpt to tutor me for now. maybe you can teach me 😁 what kind of books do you like to read? i'm mostly a fantasy girly but i like reading abt psychology and astrology too! oh and yeah hw is boring. i will never get that stereotype where people think everybody smart like doing hw. like, no, that's false. school in general sucks tho. like, they don't teach people to adult! it's a miracle adults can adult properly. i know i couldn't

(I mean sometimes… it can be a bit… but at the end of the day I love my life and I’m lucky to live it. wow of your older brother is like jameson then I finally have so,one who understand me!! yay!! also twins, that’s so so cool, I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have a twin, imagine two xanders 😁😁 jameson definitely is the most stubborn person I know!! (I most certainly love your ranting, psychology is VERY interesting)

hehe, actually it's not my older brother that's like jameson. i'm the oldest of three and i have two younger twin bros! the one i'm talking abt is the older out of the two twins. also, i wouldn't mind two xanders. a xander is a very interesting and fun person to talk to. and oh don't get me started on jameson's stubbornness. YOU HEAR THAT JAMESON? YOU'RE STUBBORN AS . AVERY I NEED TIPS ON HOW TO DEAL WITH STUBBORN AND EGOTISTICAL PEOPLE. HOW DO YOU DO IT? HOW ARE YOU STILL SANE?

(now I’m not known for being the sportiest hawthorne but that doesn’t mean I can’t play well. basketball is a personal favourite because it allows me to make fun of my short brothers, although when savannah plays it becomes un-fun because she is flawless at that game. I can play hockey moderately well and most sports really, but there’s not one I’m more inclined to like gray with his swimming. ooooooo you should make friends with gray too, he loves to swim!!)

i mean i'm def not the sportiest too, but i def have better stamina compared to some of my classmates and stuff thanks to doing sports! thanks, mum for putting me in swimming class. (hehe same like you, i can tease my classmates during PE stuff. i have a little story for that, right after this, dw) basketball is not my sport unfortunately 😭 took me ages to be able to score a goal or whatever terminology it is (sry i'm bad with sports terms besides swimming. i don't really watch sports or anything. i still don't get how badminton works for the court lines and stuff. ah well) hmmmm tbh the swimming is the only thing gray and i have in common. no hate to him but he's prob the last hawthorne bro i would talk to 🙃 he's very diff than me to say the least. tbh i'd rank u guys smt like:

xander

nash

grayson or jameson depending on the scenario

sry gray, sry Jamie 😭 no hate Jamie i'm just already stuck with a bro who's almost like a carbon copy of you sooo 😭 and gray idk ur just too serious, lighten up a little 😭

anyways, back to the PE class storytime. basically what happened was we were having a end of term PE test. so we were doing the running and stuff, push ups, plank all that. and basically there was one 'sporty' kid that always liked flexing his muscles and biceps and stuff 🤮 then there was my boy best friend (besides u xander) who's not exactly the sportiest kid. BUT GUESS WHAT. THAT GUY WAS ABLE TO DO MORE PUSH UPS AND PLANK LONGER THAN THAT SPORTY KID. HA TAKE THAT. and generally the sporty kid was just making a lot of excuses and stuff to the coach 🤣 "coach, i'm very sore", "coach, i'm very tired slept late last night", etc. etc. and during the plank and pushup section especially he kept dropping 🤣 some of the girls did better even (not to stereotype or anything, just to like emphasise stuff cuz he was always saying stuff like, "ah, it's okay coach the girls can do less [activity/set]". like boy, i did better in the beep test than you did. for the love of blueberry scones, shut up.

anyways back to ur responses:

(🎡I🏖️L🛁O💌V✂️E🐁E🦭M🐠O🎩J💀I💩S🫡)

same i absolutely adore emojis! my top three emojis are: 🤣😭🙃. and the poop one for my brothers 😁👍

(oooo fun okay so….

my ideal adventure:

🤖🧁🤯

take from that what you will 🤭🤭 I’m still sad there is no scone emoji!! )

yeah, i'm still sad that there's no scone emoji😔, but i do agree this emojis are very xander-esque. so lemme see, replace the cupcake with a scone. robots and explosion…. yup sounds abt right. tbh, if one day it was suddenly announced on the news u went to jail, i'd assume it was for arson. which is not bad. explosions are cool.

(love language:

probably gift giving, hence the book bouquet or quality time.

toxic trait:

I’m very obsessed with scones and may have a little itty bitty addiction…

quiz:

well… it says I’m a mansplainer but I’m not sure I quite agree

zodiac:

my birthday is in fact in december and apparently I’m a Sagittarius!!)

ooh yup ur love language sounds abt right. haha, the scones part is true. it's a personality trait at this point. hmmm i don't quite agree with the mansplainer part either….. but tbh that quiz was quite limited. i didn't want to give u a 100 question long one tho sooooo. ooh ur a Sagittarius, cool! i'll make sure to send u a happy birthday message when December rolls around! i'll just send a random day within that time frame ig since u didn't mention a specific date.

(I like that this is random!! don’t worry!!)

i'm glad since i'm very random

(no worries snowflake!! you have a nice day too!!)

have a nice day!!! -❄️

helloo xander! sry it took me longer to respond i got caught up in some projects and assignments. not a valid excuse tho since xander > projects. dw i won't make that mistake next time!

hi again snowflake!! no worries, I apologise for my late reply as well, hawthorne business. no no, you’re assignments come first even though I am the coolest person on earth I think studying is also important!!

literally!! like why won’t it just grow!? I think grayson should donate some of his luscious locks to give me eyebrow implants… anywayyss lemon zest you say, hmmmm… to be honest I just can’t get over the lemony after taste, it reminds me too much of a lemon scone!! sorry!!

i mean, i tried to tell them that but did they listen? these people, everytime somebody is talking abt smt important, it goes in one ear and comes out the other. RAAR 👹

RARRRARRARARA INDEED 👹👹👹

how can anyone be mad at you 😔 i find that rather impossibe but anways, lemme open up that picture.

I don’t know, it’s like impossible given my face is so adorably perfect 😔😔 but it seems alisa can be mad at me, just if she’s not looking into my eyes

I’m glad you found it nearly as funny as I did!! grayson in leather pants will be mentioned at every hawthorne wedding or marginally big event

well, everybody has their strong suits! i just wish my brothers' ones don't come with a discount on 'annoyingness' and 'insufferablesness'

there may be a possibility they grow out of it?? nash says that possibility has gone for me, but maybe there’s still hope for your brothers

NO WAYYYY!! YOU HAVE THE WATCH IT!! ITS A DISNEY CLASSIC AND YES I MAY SAY THAT ABOUT EVERY DISNEY MOVIE BUT STILL… well I can’t argue with your brothers there star wars should be worshipped 😊😊 I can’t believe that someone can’t be a movie person!! I love movies!! awww thank you snowflake, that’s so kind of you, but yk snowflakes are blue too 💙🩵💙🩵💙

WHAT? YOU'LL REALLY BE MY BHFF? EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK ALL MY DREAMS COME TRUE 🩵 YKW FORGET ABT THOSE OTHER PEOPLE A XANDER IS WORTH TEN OF THEM

ERRRRMM YESSS OFCCC!! I RECCOMNED HAVING A XANDER I MAY BE BIAS BECAUSE I AM A XANDER AND I HAVE ONE ALL DAY BUT STILL…

awww ty for the scones! and ty for being there for me!! i'll always be there for you as well!! 🩵💙🩵

ofccc I hope they were yummy 🤭🤭 yayayayay there for each other through it all!!

tbh, i have quite a bit to say about your grandfather but i'll just keep those to myself for now……. don't wanna speak ill of the dead (he's lucky he has that courtesy)

ah… I see

well ofc I agree, scone eating is not only a hobby but a talent, not for the faint hearted!! maybe I can lend you a few things to explode… I recommend it’s very anti stressing (I appreciate the little joke)

ooh you can code? i mean ofc you can code. i wish i knew how to. i need it for a project but i'm stuck asking chat gpt to tutor me for now. maybe you can teach me 😁

yesss!! computer languages are like french or german for me. oh my goshhhh no way, never fear friend, I will teach you everything you need to know about coding, chat gpt ain’t got nothing on the xandobot 3000 (aka me)

what kind of books do you like to read? i'm mostly a fantasy girly but i like reading abt psychology and astrology too!

mostly I’m a non-fiction kind of guys, I prefer to read up on old inventors for inspiration or how machines work. but overall pretty much anything and everything, I like to be informed about the world and everything in it, how it all works. although I do love me a good sci-fi novel with evil robots 😎😎

oh and yeah hw is boring. i will never get that stereotype where people think everybody smart like doing hw. like, no, that's false. school in general sucks tho. like, they don't teach people to adult! it's a miracle adults can adult properly. i know i couldn't

hw is SOOOOOOO boring!! I would much rather be building a new contraption then brushing up on quadratic formula!! literally, we can be smart and not like hw. don’t worry nash is 99.999% sure I’ll never grow up or have adult responsibilities so I’ll be okay!!

ooohhhh I see!! two xanders would be fun and slightly chaotic but what’s life without chaos right?? I think a snowflake is also a very interesting and fun person to talk to 🤭🤭 jameson has his ways, his stubborn, stubborn ways…

oooo so you’re a swimmer like my brother!! he’ll be happy for new competition!!

i have a little story for that, right after this, dw) basketball is not my sport unfortunately 😭 took me ages to be able to score a goal or whatever terminology it is (sry i'm bad with sports terms besides swimming. i don't really watch sports or anything. i still don't get how badminton works for the court lines and stuff. ah well) hmmmm tbh the swimming is the only thing gray and i have in common.

ooo story time, this calls for a scone, one sec…. OKAY SCONE ACQUIRED, LETS HEAR THIS STORY. oh wait you got sidetracked from the story like me!! (tbh I still don’t get how badminton works either!!)

no hate to him but he's prob the last hawthorne bro i would talk to 🙃 he's very diff than me to say the least. tbh i'd rank u guys smt like:

1. xander

2. nash

3. grayson or jameson depending on the scenario

sry gray, sry Jamie 😭 no hate Jamie i'm just already stuck with a bro who's almost like a carbon copy of you sooo 😭 and gray idk ur just too serious, lighten up a little 😭

YAYAYAYAYYAYAY XANDER ON TOPPPP 👑👑 I MEAN OFCCC BUT YAYAYAYYAYAYA!! we love our little serious gray

OMG STORYTIME IS BACK = SCONES ARE ALSO BACK!! bahahhahahahahhahaghaa yessss you all put that so called sporty kid in his place!! and I agree, for the love of blueberry scones, he should have shut up. I hate people like that ☹️

same i absolutely adore emojis! my top three emojis are: 🤣😭🙃. and the poop one for my brothers 😁👍

yayayayayya me too!! my top three are 🤖💥🧐grayson banned me from using the poop emoji 💔💔

explosions are cool!! arson is not BUTTTT if it ever did happen we have amazing lawyers (shout out to our girl alisa) who would 100% cover it all up!!

uh-huh gift giving is all xander 😎😎 scones are my personality, I’m sure I’m part scone by now 🤭🤭 oooo thank you!! when’s your birthday?? I want to send you a message too!!

okayyy hopefully I won’t lose any more of your messages snowflake, I’m so sorry I did to this one!! bye for now, xander out 🫡

#tig rp #xander hawthorne

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winter-cheshire-writings · 4 months ago

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Echoes and Experiments - Chapter 20:

Mieko woke up in Albedo's home, taking a deep breath. Was that the smell of food? She sat up, slowly going about her morning routine. She finally headed downstairs after tying her hair back in a ponytail, seeing Klee bouncing in her seat. “Big Sis Mie! Good morning!” She smiled wide.

“Good morning, Klee.” She replied, walking over and petting the girl's head. “Are you ready to have fun today?”

“Yeah!” She giggled, Albedo bringing over breakfast for them both. “Big brother said he has to finish some work first.”

“Oh, work?” She looked up at Albedo.

“An urgent matter. I promise I'll join you two later on today.” He replied. Mieko nodded, sitting down with Klee as Albedo headed out. Mieko watched him go before turning to Klee, doing her best to eat even though she didn't at all feel hungry. Mieko went to change, Klee watching as the bluenette did her hair up.

“Shall I do your hair too, Klee?”

“Ooh, yes please!” Klee grinned, moving to sit next to the woman, smiling as she watched Mieko in the mirror. “Big Sis Mie?”

“Yes, Klee?”

“Who else is coming with us?” Klee asked. “I know Big Brother Albedo said he would join us later, but… He said some others were coming along too?”

“You'll see my dear.” Mieko chuckled, clipping a couple of accessories in Klee’s hair and placing a special hat on the girl's head.

“Is this… For me?” Klee asked, eyes shimmering.

“It is.” Mieko smiled. “And I have some other stuff for you too, if you'd like it.”

“For me???” Klee turned to Mieko. She looked with wonder at the red and white outfit that Mieko pulled out from the drawer. “I'll go change right now, Big Sis!” She exclaimed, getting up and hurrying to change, Mieko smiling as she left the room. She changed quickly while Klee was gone, throwing on a jacket as well. Once they were both ready, they headed out and picked up the others who agreed to come along.

“So this is the Golden Apple Archipleago?” Mieko asked as she looked around, smiling. It was a beautiful place, but it also seemed like a bit of a crazy place, considering the mode of transport. Klee immediately rushed off, Razor following to keep an eye on her. Of the people they brought with them, Mona was the only one to hang back with Mieko.

“It’s quite a place.” Mona said as Mieko sat down. “You went through so much trouble again, making things for us…”

“I did so simply to please Klee.” She smiled at the astrologer in front of her. “Besides, I can handle things like this, at least.” she mumbled. “If not, what use am I?”

“You’re clearly exhausted.”

“It’s just a lack of sleep.”

“Funny. Albedo tells me you’re sleeping a lot more than normal.” Mona stated, noting the woman averting her eyes. “Miss Mie… Are you well and truly alright?”

“I don’t know, Mona.” she stated. “Every doctor has been unable to give me a proper answer…”

“I’m no doctor, but… May I try something?”

“Scrying?” Mieko asked as Mona summoned her scrying glass, Mieko just sitting and waiting. Mona made a face, though, shaking her head.

“Why is it so blurry?” She grumbled. “It’s like there’s a dense fog in the way…”

“Ah, is there?” she asked, smiling. “Thank you for the attempt.”

“I will try again later.” Mona replied.

“Then for now, go have fun.” Mieko said. “I’ll get started on making lunch for everyone.” She sent Mona off, taking a deep breath and shaking her head as she went to start cooking, hearing the record player start up.

“Well hello!” A cheerful woman’s voice emerged from the record player, Mieko nearly dropping the ingredients and turning to the voice. “So sorry, didn’t mean to startle you~ You must be Mieko~”

“Ah… Miss Alice…?” She asked, blinking a few times. “Yes, um, it’s a pleasure to meet you…?”

“Well, I’m only sorry it couldn’t be in person dear. I’ll have to run shortly, but I wanted to at least get as chance to talk to you. Albedo told me you’ve been feeling unwell and have been very busy.”

“Did he?” Mie smiled a little. “I’m sure it’s nothing, though.”

“And if I were to tell you that I am certain that it is something?” Mieko took a deep breath after Alice’s words, shaking her head. “Oh, and I have to run, goodbye for now~” And with that, the noise stopped. Mieko put a hand over her heart, gripping the fabric covering her chest.

“Miss Alice is certain, is she?” She asked softly, shaking her head again. “Ahh, my nerves are frayed already…” She scolded herself before getting back to her cooking, trying to ease her own mind about the matter while she worked. After lunch was done, the woman went to lay down, the heat of the day starting to get to her. “Ahh, I used to be able to run around all day training with grandfather, and now this?” She asked herself. “What is wrong with me?”

“Mie?” She looked up and smiled when she saw Albedo standing there.

“Welcome.” She said, sitting up slowly.

“Are you feeling unwell?” Albedo asked, sitting next to her.

“No, just… Thinking.” She explained what had happened, Albedo nodding his head.

“I see… So Alice said something. Then it really must be abnormal.” He sighed. Mieko nodded, the pair sitting in silence for a while before Albedo helped Mieko up from her seat. “Let’s go find somewhere else to lay down.”

“Oh?” She tilted her head. “Alright.” They wandered to a remote corner of the island and Albedo sat down under the tree there, Mieko moving to sit as well. Albedo pulled her down suddenly, making Mieko gasp. “Is… Something wrong?” she asked.

“My lap isn’t as comfortable as yours, but please lay down.” He stated, taking out a book. “I want you to try your best to rest.” He pet her head gently and Mieko smiled a little. He was trying to return the favor she did him a few times, way back when. She made herself comfortable, smiling up at him.

“You don’t have to pet my head, I’m sure it’s sweaty.�� She said as he continued to run his fingers through her hair. He didn’t reply, but instead he said something that made her quirk an eyebrow.

“Did you know that recently there have been reports from mariners in the area about a giant crab?”

“A giant crab?”

“Yes, there’s apparently a rumor that people have been seeing giant crabs roaming around the area as they sail ships by, and as they work on developing the sea routes around here.” Albedo replied, teasing her hair through his fingers. “I have heard that it’s around the same height as a standard ship is long, perhaps a bit larger.”

“Eeeh, such a monster exists around here and you haven’t seen it before?” She questioned. “Are you curious about it?”

“A bit, yes.” He replied, flipping his book page. “Are you interested?”

“It sounds like it might be tasty~” She smiled happily. Albedo smiled a little at the answer.

“Will you be alright? It’s quite hot out. I can always go and get you an umbrella.”

“I’ll be okay~ There’s enough water around here where I won’t overheat too easily, so long as I remember to utilize it.” She chuckled. “Shall we ask the others to help?”

“It’s been seen spewing fire, likely a Pyro type, so it would be best if we had means to fight that power…” He looked down at her, seeing that she had her eyes closed. It still baffled him, how relaxed she was able to feel in his presence. “You must still be tired…” He added.

“Don’t worry about me so much.” She opened her eyes, the purple duller than what Albedo was used to, but she seemed at least to be enjoying herself. “You’ll get wrinkles.” She chuckled. Albedo knew how exhausted she was, and he could see her slowly deteriorating. It upset him in a way he didn't understand. The one thing he knew and understood through all these strange, muddled feelings was that he didn't want to lose her.

“I don’t think that’s possible.” He replied, still playing with her hair. “And it’s clear you haven’t been well. That’s why the last doctor suggested that you come out on a vacation, isn’t it?” He reminded her, covering her eyes with his hand. “Go to sleep, darling. I’ll wake you later.”

“Hmm, you’re still worrying.” She replied, smiling still. He felt her eyelashes brush against his hand. “Albedo, I promise, I'll be okay… I promise, okay?” She smiled. Albedo didn't answer, and soon she fell asleep again. He removed his hand and stared down at her. Even if the doctors didn't know what was wrong, Albedo kept trying everything he could to help.

“Potions, books… Nothing works.” He had seen other people suffer through burnout, but this… Whatever this was, it wasn't normal. “If Teacher or Miss Alice were here… Maybe then I could find out what's going on…” He muttered. “Whatever this is… Don't slip away, Mie… Please…”

Mieko awoke hours later, jumping with a start when she realized it was night time, and… “Hey, bring the claw this way!”

“Make sure the fire is hot!”

“Ah, Big Sis is awake!” Mieko put on her glasses just in time to see Klee jumping up at her, clinging. “Big sis Mie, did you sleep okay?”

“Klee…?” She had to think about where she was, looking up when she realized that the others were dragging giant crab parts onto the beach. “What happened…?”

“You slept right through it.” Mona said. “This giant crab came out of nowhere and attacked.”

“I… What?” She looked around in shock, eyes landing on Albedo putting a bandage on Razor’s injury. She put Klee down and went right over to them, Albedo catching her as she tripped over herself.

“Mimi, are you okay?”

“I…” Her hands shook as she took Razor’s injured arm, tears starting to bubble over. “Damn it, I can’t believe this…” She shook her head. “I’m sorry… I should have… Why didn’t I wake up?”

“You needed the rest, Mie.”

“I have never once slept through an attack, Albedo.” She stated, Razor leaning against her arm in an attempt to comfort her. “And someone got hurt…”

“You can’t blame yourself.”

“I’m not blaming me, I’m blaming whatever is wrong with me.” She retorted.

“Mimi, I got hurt to protect. Just like Mimi did for me.” Razor replied. “No tears. Mimi is okay.” He pressed his forehead against her shoulder. “Mimi is safe… We protect Mimi.”

“We…?” She turned suddenly to Albedo, seeing that he was injured as well. It was minor, but even then. She bit her lip, taking a deep breath to settle herself. “I can’t believe you two.” She said, pulling Albedo into a one-armed hug, Razor with the other. “Thank you…” She said, holding her tears back as well as she could. “Thank you for protecting me.”

After returning from the Golden Apple Archipelago, Mieko was working hard on preparing the shop to sell, shaking her head every time she thought about it. Her home of nearly 10 years… Her workshop… The place she poured her heart into. Her blood, sweat, and tears. The place that housed so many memories, the place she had met so many… She sighed, sitting down on the couch. “Do you want to bring that with us?” Albedo's voice made her jump, the blue-haired woman whipping around to see him standing there. “Did I startle you?”

“I thought you were working.” She said, taking a deep breath. “I didn't even hear you come in.” She was going to stand up when he came around the couch, sitting next to her. “Are you alright?” She asked, noting the look on his face.

“I should ask you that.” He replied, tugging her gently into laying down on his lap. “You look like you didn't sleep again.”

“I didn't.” She replied. “It's too much to think about…” She made a face, making Albedo smile, just a little. “Plus. Since you were away for 3 days working, it's hard to stop myself from thinking too much…”

“Well, now that I'm back, take a nap.” He said, taking her hand, intertwining their fingers. “I'll be right here.”

“But you must be busy…” She said, Albedo helping her lean back as he noticed her eyes closing.

“Get some rest, darling.” He whispered, Mieko soon dozing off in his lap, Albedo letting out a held breath. She was so exhausted that all it seemed to take to put her to sleep was her being comfortable, and for him to be present. Sometimes she would sleep for a very long time, sometimes only for half an hour. He pondered this while she rested, leaning over to look at her face. Fast asleep, but he knew it wasn't going to be enough. “My Mie…” He stared at her for a while, admiring her. “Your trust in me still baffles me… How is it that you can fall asleep so easily? Though, I suppose I can't talk, since I do the same around you…” He leaned over, kissing her cheek, still holding her hand. “What about you makes me want to stay with you?” At this she made a soft noise in her sleep, squeezing his hand and mumbling incoherently. “Why is it that you fascinate me?” He asked once she had settled down. Albedo smiled as she shifted, pulling her onto the couch further, laying her down on top of him. “One day, perhaps, I'll find out… But I'm almost hoping I don't…” He chuckled a little as she clung to him in her sleep. “I want to keep studying you, Mie… I want to know everything…”

“Albedo, shhh, sleepy time.” She grumbled, looking up at him.

“I'm sorry, did I wake you?” He teased, kissing her forehead. “Go back to sleep.” He added, Mieko pouting at him.

“Only if you sleep too.”

Once moved out of the shop, Mieko and Albedo had been quietly living in the same space for about a week when it started to happen.

“Mie, are you alright?” Mieko gave an incoherent grumble as she stood against the wall. “Dizzy? Here, lean on me.” He let her lean towards him before scooping her into his arms. “Up you go. I'll carry you to our room, so you can lay down.” She grumbled more, but clung to Albedo, clearly not feeling well. Albedo rubbed her back and carried her to their room, placing her gently down on the bed. She moved to lay down, Albedo helping her take her hair down and tucking her in. “Get some rest.”

“I’m sorry…” she muttered, Albedo petting her head.

“Don't be. I love you, Mie, my darling.”

“Love you too…” she managed before she went quiet, curling up in their bed. After she fell asleep, Albedo sighed softly to himself.

“Mie… My beautiful Mie… Please, please don't ever leave me.” he said. Any affliction, any discomfort, it made him worry about her. She always pushed herself too hard, and was stubborn about taking breaks. Albedo wondered how she wasn't in worse shape when they met, if she'd been at her business like this for 4 or more years alone. By now it was nearly double that. He paused, realizing that it had been almost 4 years since they had gone on their first date, but that wasn’t important at the moment. He only hoped that she would be able to rest well. But now her physical health was rapidly declining too, and still the doctors had no idea how to help. “I wonder if traveler might know?” He mused to himself.

#winter-cheshire-writings #albedo x oc #genshin albedo #genshin impact #genshin impact albedo #genshin oc x canon #oc x canon #mieko - oc #echoes and experiments

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nyxx-blacx · 1 year ago

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Another NSFW survey (answered)

1. What was your first “adult” experience?

- I guess finding some explicit magazines in my fathers dresser.

2. What’s the hottest thing you’ve done to someone else?

- creampie + squirting moment

3. Do you like giving head?

- no. Love.

4. Do would you rather give head or receive it?

- Giving more than receiving

5. Have you ever had a friend with benefits?

- yup

6. Have you ever fooled around outside?

- kinda. I need to do it for real to legitimize

7. What are you wearing now?

- ripped forest green skinny jeans and a black shirt at work

8. Where is the craziest place you’ve done it?

- maybe in my car I suppose

9. Do you like sexting?

- love it

10. When you’re on top, what’s your favorite position?

- doesn’t matter to me

11. Do you like eating ass?

- depends on the person I’m with, but generally YES

12. Do would you rather eat ass or have your ass ate?

- I’d rather eat than be eaten

13. What are you wearing right now?

- double entry

14. Where’s the most uncomfortable place you’ve ever done it?

- in my car lol

15. Do you find older people/ partners attractive?

- I do!

16. Do you like being naked or are you shy about it?

- I’m very shy about it, but I want to do it more

17. Have you ever fooled around with more than one person in one day?

- yes

18. Have you ever done stuff around other people?

- yes

19. Do you ever fantasize about an ex or a previous hook up?

- absolutely

20. Have you ever gotten or given car head while driving?

- yup

21. Have you ever hooked up with someone you weren’t supposed to hook up with?

- define “weren’t supposed to” LMAO

22. Have you ever had a threesome? If not would you like to someday?

- nope, and I’d like to try someday

23. If you could have sex with any porn star, who would you choose?

- Lena Paul, hands down

24. Do you like getting tied up? How about tying someone else up?

- I’d like to tie someone up. Being tied up?, never done it but wouldn’t say never

25. Most embarrassing sex thing you’ve confessed to a friend?

- Eating out a girl on her period

26. Have you ever been caught fooling around?

- probably

27. How old were you when you started masturbating?

- maybe 10?

28. what was your go to sexual fantasy in high school?

- anything with high heels, thongs, or interracial

29. What’s the highest number of sexual positions you tried in one session? (feel free to name a few if you can remember)

- maybe 6?

30. Would you suck on anyone’s toes or let them suck yours?

- no. No. NO.

31. Favorite things to do or have done to you during foreplay?

- I love massaging and dirty whispering

32. What is the riskiest text you’ve ever sent?

- probably “want some dick to feel relieved?”

33. Have you ever hooked up with a friend?

- yup

34. If you knew there would be no future repercussions, do you think you could ever be a porn star?

- eh, probably not now

35. What’s an instant turn-on for you?

- Back and forth aggressive flirting

36. How old were you when you had for first kiss?

- 17

37. What’s the kinkiest thing a partner has asked you to do? Did you do it?

- DP using a dildo, and ravaging

38. What’s the farthest you’ve gone on a first date and did you think that would happen before hand?

- maybe hugging? Seconds dates are usually the fun stuff

39. Would you rather be blindfolded or blindfold someone else?

- hell why not both? But probably blindfolding someone else

40. Would you ever have phone sex?

- yup

41. What do you think of open relationships?

- not for everyone, but I could see the real benefits

42. What’s the longest you’ve gone without jerking off?

- maybe 1 month? Or 2?

43. Is there a position that you would like to try, but have not done yet?

- yup, there’s a few

44. Have you ever hooked up with a coworker?

- nope

45. What’s the most memorable sexual experience you’ve had?

- there’s so many tbh

46. Would you lick someone’s armpits or let them lick yours?

-…..maybe? Not initially tho

47. have you or would you try BDSM?

- would love to try or start rather

48. How many exes’ numbers are still in your phone?

- all but 1

49. Have you ever caught someone else having sex or masturbating?

- yup

50. What is your ideal romantic to sexual ratio?

- honestly 1:1, at most 2:1. I’m a sentimental bastard

51. Would you say you have a (Physical) type or type(s) and if so how would you describe it?

- I guess I have a type, but I hate admitting that because everyone’s beautiful. But yea, I have a type

52. Have you ever had sex with someone that you weren’t really attracted to?

- yup

53. Is there a sexy scene from a movie or porn that you would want to try and recreate?

- yup

54. What do you find most attractive in a partner/ hook up?

- energy. Connection. Just vibes

55. Have you ever hooked up with your teacher/professor?

- nope

56. Big ass or big dick?

- or you asking my preference or what I have? Because I have both! But big ass

57. Do you like sending/ receiving dirty pictures?

- both!

58. Do you like to edge?

- edging doesn’t work for me. I gotta release if I start

59. Have you ever recorded something sexual?

- YUP!

60. Do you like being dominated in bed, or do you like taking the lead?

- mostly taking the lease, but I’m a situational switch so

61. What kind of underwear do you usually wear? (Boxers, Briefs, Jockstraps, etc.)

- none

62. Do you like dirty talk?

- no. Love

63. Do you prefer to top or bottom?

- top

64. Do you like your hair pulled? being spanked? etc.

- I’ve never had my hair pulled and probably wouldn’t like it. But I’m given both to others

65. Most inappropriate place or time you’ve gotten aroused?

- shit, ANYTIME

66. Favorite sexual compliment you’ve ever received?

- “That’s….a REALLY big dick omg 😳🥴, I’m kinda scared”

67. Do you own any toys?

- i do

68. What is your favorite position with you on the bottom?

- 69

69. What’s one public place where you would want to do it?

- geez, anywhere, probably balcony for sure

70. Biggest kink or fantasy you’re willing to admit?

- I LOVE getting squirted on

71. What is your go to sexiest pair of underwear or outfit you own?

- nothing

72. Does the thought of recording a video or being watched turn you on?

- absolutely

73. Do you shave?

- sometimes

74. Do you prefer your partner shaved, trimmed, or all natural?

- doesn’t matter

75. Have you ever tried roleplay? if not would you?

- yes

76. What kind of outfit or clothing would you like to see a partner in?

- depends on their lifestyle

77. Have you ever choked someone or been choked during sex?

- both

78. If you only had 30 minutes left to live what would you like to try?

- extending my life

79. How often do you watch porn?

- almost daily

80. Last time you jerked off?

- probably yesterday

81. Have you ever done or received a striptease/ lap dance? would you want to?

- yup, and yes more please and thank you

82. Would you rather hear or watch a partner pleasure themselves for you?

- both, but I’d rather watch

83. What’s one thing you would like more of in bed?

- sex

84. What kind of porn do you usually watch?

- mostly interracial or squirting. Literally random otherwise

85. Weirdest sexual experience?

- don’t know if it was “weird” but definitely felt self conscious. Having ED

#survey #survey filled out

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bluesandboos · 2 years ago

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HI THAT ANON WAS ME i have no idea why i sent it on anon actually 😭

I LOVE the long posts so this will probably be long as well <3 waking up to muchachos sounds like the best thing ever omg DONT APOLOGIZE FOR YOUR SCREAMING I WAS DOING THE SAME AT HOME OMG i kept seeing videos of people at those screens, i cant imagine what it was like to actually be there 😭 the baby in front of you sleeping through the whole thing 😭❤️

i have no memories period of di maria's goal i was literally floating my way through that match and i will NEVER sit through it fully again (except certain parts obv)

that song's this one! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YTnRlJTusME it's prob my favorite tbh it's just so catchy!!

I literally don't remember that save either, everyone was talking about it afterwards but my hands were literally still shaking from the match in general, i saw it on instagram. i don't even remember most of the shootout but SOMOS TODOS MONTIEL I DIDNT EVEN KNOW WHAT IT MEANT AND IT STILL GAVE ME CHILLS THE FIRST TIME I HEARD IT

going to gardens and getting only honking sounds about right and a very specific, but no less valid vibe of its own 👍 literally every time i see pictures or videos of the celebrations, even now, i am in actual awe over the amount of people that turned out and celebrated (obviously lol) before the parade even and even more during it!! someone told me the dibu burger is actually super good, im genuinely dying to try it it looks great 😭 that image is so funny though, argentina won the wc and people are lining up to buy the dibu's burger as they should!! the store owners were either worried about crowds or they shut down to go celebrate themselves lbr 💀

the newspaper!!! gloria eterna thats beautiful stuff!!!! and the goat chips omg, pls dont apologize i am loving the visual aspect of this i've been watching celebration videos non-stop bc i watched so many after they won that its all my instagram recommendations show me anymore. https://mobile.twitter.com/PLF_2008/status/1606926273833467905 this is my favorite <3

i'm so glad you had fun it seems like such a surreal experience and thank you so much for these answers and videos!!!!❤️

OMG HI HI HI thank you for enjoying my rambles <3333 it was so nice to go through it all again, ugh i miss it so much

the baby was built different. i KNOW he's gonna hear it when he gets older about how he fell asleep during the 2022 wc final when argentina became campion del mundo. literally the greatest match of all time and he knocked.

di maria's goal, once i re-watched the highlights and actually registered what was happening, is literally the sexiest thing i've ever seen. the loss of possession, the build up, the quick passes. A TEAM GOAL FR. but whenever i re-watch highlights i can only watch argentina's goals. i have to fast-forward through the penalties that france gets and mbappe's goal; it upsets me too much lmao

also after di maria's goal, people were chanting his name and the camera's were showing how he was crying after he scored and i was just so happy for him <333 also afterwards, I read this article (https://www.theplayerstribune.com/articles/angel-di-maria-argentina-english) and it just made me even more happy that he got a goal in a wc final + won the wc.

ole ole ola is a BANGER omg argentines only coming up with bangers confirmed ty for the link :))

i ended up getting a dibu burger at the airport!!! 10/10 would eat again, my man dibu only comes out with quality content, on and off the pitch.

ppl were wasted af lmao one drunk man came up to my dad (who does not speak a lick of spanish) and was literally in tears trying to hug him and my dad was just like "sir, it's okay, you won, it's okay" (in english, mind you)

for real though, i legit think about how lucky i was to be there and experience it all every single day. and i get a nice reminder every day because my social media is ALSO ALL FOOTBALL now. my tiktok for you page still shows me edits ("the little boy from rosario" lives rent free in my head) and i obviously have to watch every time. although i can't re-watch the 120' minute save because it literally gives me anxiety that it's going to go in this time (even though it's literally over).

that tweet omg :))) im just so happy not only for the players but for the PEOPLE, the way that they loved that team and suffered through all the finals and losses. no one else deserved it more. i love seeing the abuelas dancing in the street and the songs about them- makes me so happy :)

it was so surreal. top memory of life. thank you again for asking and sitting through my rambles and content dump <3

#mailtime

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dycefic · 3 years ago

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Have An Evil Day

No prompt this time, just a sequel to ‘Welcome To Evil-Mart’

Working at Evil-Mart is usually… well, it’s retail. It’s physically exhausting, you have to deal with a lot of idiots without being overtly rude, and your feet hurt. Even though the hours and pay are very good, the benefits are great, and our bosses treat us well compared to most retail employees, it’s still not what I’d call a fun job.

But it’s not what I’d call dull, either. Especially not on days like today.

I was promoted to supervisor after the Food Poisoning Incident, so I have a little more authority and a little less obligation to be pleasant and I got issued a weighted cosh because sometimes Evil-Mart customers get… feisty. I’d never had to use it, though, because those who hadn’t seen what I did to Majority Rules, either in person or on one of the cell-phone videos that circulated afterwards, had at least heard about it. They didn’t give me any trouble.

I was halfway through my shift, and the worst things that’d happened had been running out of croissants and a machine oil spill in Aisle Seven, when our greeter pressed the alarm button, which sent an alert to my handset. As front-end supervisor, that meant me, so I went over. Sam, who is unusual in the henching community for having actually aged out rather than ‘being retired’ jerked his chin in the direction of a tall, swaggering figure. “He just came in,” he whispered.

I did a full double-take before I took it in. Superdyne. Fucking Superdyne.

We’d all heard about his dramatic heel-turn a couple of months ago. The whole world had heard about it. Superdyne, who’d skated closer and closer to the line for years, had decided to cross it in a blaze of bloodshed. He was a villain now, he said. There’d been a whole speech about how ingratitude had driven him to it blah blah blah.

I work at Evil-Mart. I’m from a hench family. If someone becomes a supervillain because they hate Mondays or want to turn us all into dinosaurs or whatever, I don’t judge. I will sell depth-charges and laser guns to anyone who can prove they’re over eighteen without hesitation. But even we get kind of grossed out by the ‘I am forced to turn evil because I haven’t been given enough love’ thing. People who are actually so fucked up by emotional abuse or neglect or some superhero killing their family, we’re fine with them. But they don’t say that’s why they do it, and most of them need a lot of therapy to even realize it. People who actually say that’s why are entitled dickwads.

And now the dickwad had walked into Evil-Mart like he was entitled. Like he thought he was one of us.

“Lockdown protocols,” I told Sam quietly. “On my authorisation.” That takes a minute or two, though, so I went over to talk to Superdyne. “Sir, I have to ask how you even knew where to find this place.”

He smirked at me. “I have my ways,” he said smugly. He’d either bribed or beaten someone, that was my guess. “So this is where the villains shop? We all thought you went to Wal-Mart.” He laughed, like he thought it was clever.

“Yes, so you all say,” I said dryly. I didn’t feel like pretending he was the first person to make the bad joke. “My next question, sir, is what made you think it was a good idea to come in here.”

He spread his hands. “I’m one of you now!” he said happily. “I’m a bad guy! So now I guess I shop where the bad guys shop!” He looked around, frowning a little. “Although I was expecting more weapons and explosives. A… more villainous atmosphere. I didn’t know Evil-Mart had fresh produce.”

“I don’t advise buying herbs here unless you’re a magical practitioner. Some of them have… unusual effects.” A lot of our produce is normal stuff, but some of it not only isn’t legal, it doesn’t exist anywhere else.

“Oh. Well, that makes sense. But the bright lights and the bakery?”

“We have excellent gluten-free breads. In many ways, Superdyne, this is just another store. We have sales, we mark down the breads in the afternoon, we even have a PA system.” I pulled out my handset, and thumbed the button that tied it to the PA. “Attention, shoppers,” I said in my most soothing Customer Service voice, which made him grin. “Evil-Mart wishes to inform you – “ The countdown on my handset reached zero, and I turned to look at the entrance as a huge blast door thudded down. That was the last part of the sequence – staff outside the area were already in lockdown and security were on their way. I smiled, and continued almost without a pause. “- That we are in lockdown at this time, due to the presence of Superdyne in the store. Please remain calm, and be advised that security are on their way to deal with the problem. If you have a personal grudge that you wish to address with Superdyne at this time, he is standing near Register Six with a stupid expression on his face.”

He was staring at me, stunned. “But… but…” he stammered, and damned if he didn’t look puzzled. “But I’m one of you now!”

“No,” I said flatly. “You were always evil, that’s true, but you’ll never be one of us. And for the record, I’m one of the people with a personal grudge. All those henchmen you’ve killed and maimed had families, asshole… and they all shop here.”

He swung at me, then, but I spent years in hench training. Even someone super-strong can be dodged, and once I slammed my cosh into his groin a few times his punches got a lot more aimless. Around then, Tiger Ty came over the register, claws out and snarling, and I figured I should stand out of the way.

About ten minutes later, I turned on the PA again. “Clean-up to Register Six,” I called, in the same special voice. “Category 7, class three. Shoppers, please be advised that lockdown is now lifted but Register Six will be closed until clean-up is completed.”

Hunter, who’d been working Register Six, came out from underneath it. He looked a little green. Well, he was still in his teens, this was probably his first fatal mobbing. “What’s Category 7?” he asked in a shaky voice. “I haven’t heard that before.”

“Biohazard.”

“Oh. Class three?”

“Send three people. He was a juicy one.” I stepped away from a spreading puddle of blood. “Run and get a couple of caution signs we can put around this mess.” I eyed it measuringly. “And one of those fifteen-gallon plastic tubs with a lid, I’ll damage it out.”

He eyed the mess. “Are you sure that’s big enough?”

“Yeah, the average human is only about seventeen gallons by volume, and I’m not going to put all the blood and mush in there, just the big pieces.”

He gulped. “Ah. Yes, ma’am.”

I called after him when he ran off. “One of the black tubs, not a clear one!” Which honestly should only be common sense, but you can’t count on a flustered teenager to have common sense.

We frown on killing customers at Evil-Mart, up to a point… but when a particularly murderous super-hero walks into our store, well, that’s something else. I’d have to fill out a ton of paperwork, though.

I had to chase off one of Doctor Malign’s minons and two members of the Genetic Reign before the clean-up crew arrived, both of whom urgently wanted samples. In the end I scraped a few pieces of liver and unidentified organ into two of the bags we use for possibly-contaminated money just to make them go away. (They’re good customers, and it was just going to go in the trash anyway.)

By the time the clean-up was done, all the big pieces were boxed up, and I’d finished the paperwork, my shift had been over for twenty minutes, and I’d been asked to come up to the boss’s office.

“Listen, I have no issues with how you handled the situation, I want you to know that.” Mr Trent leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingertips together. “It was quick, it was efficient, and… given your personal history with Superdyne, not to mention mine and that of half of our customer base… richly deserved.”

“Yes, sir,” I said. It came out too meek, and I cleared my throat and straightened up. It’s hard not to be intimidated by Mr Trent, when you’re in the same room with him. It’s not his fault, and he does his best, but even under the strictest control his fear-inducing powers tend to unsettle anyone who gets too close. We all know he’s not doing it on purpose and we try not to show our reactions. “Do you have any orders regarding the remains?”

“Doctor Order wants them.” He rubbed his chin. “Get someone from the pharmacy to prepare samples for him, please, including brain tissue. He’s our primary supplier, and we can’t offend him. As for the rest… as you know, I’m retired, and I don’t usually participate in the Endless War.” One of his hands dropped to his left thigh. His prosthetic leg is some of Doctor Order’s best work, but the injury that led to his retirement had been brutal even by our standards. “But this is different. Superdyne came here. To our place of safety. We need to make sure that doesn’t happen again.”

I nodded. “Do you want the remains dumped somewhere public? Some kind of dramatic display?”

“No. Something more direct.” He rubbed his chin again, then tapped the intercom on his desk. “Iris, please send up Miss Fedorova from Marketing and Mr Levy from the warehouse.”

“Yes, sir,” Iris responded, and he clicked off the intercom again.

“The three of you worked together very well, during the food poisoning incident,” he explained. “And I believe they can assist us in a satisfactory conclusion.” He hesitated, then smiled ruefully. “Perhaps you should wait outside until they get here. I can tell I’m unsettling you.”

“Sir, I know you’re not – “

“Not doing it on purpose.” He sighed. “I do appreciate how hard you all work to make me feel… accepted, I really do. But I’m very annoyed right now, which makes control more difficult for me, so I think we’d both be more relaxed if you waited outside while I do my meditation exercises.”

I waited outside. When the three of us went into his office again, the miasma of low-level fear was definitely a bit lighter, and he smiled. “All right. Now, this conversation is going to be very confidential, and I will remind you all of the agreements you signed when you were employed.” We all chorused agreement, and he nodded. “Good. Now, this is very much a secret, even among Evil-Mart staff, but we do have a few online clients who are… ah… on the other side of the fence.”

Ms Fedorova blinked. “What?”

Knuckles sighed. “We ship to a few heroes,” he explained. “The ones who are… less homo than sapiens, if you get my drift.”

I didn’t, and from her expression Ms Fedorova didn’t either. Mr Trent spread his hands, drawing our eyes to his fingers. Which as a rule nobody looks at, because there’s fourteen of them, with four joints in each finger, and we know he’s self-conscious about it. “The less… purely human ones,” he said quietly. “One of the reasons I created Evil-Mart was to give those who can’t pass for human, like me, a place to be… people. To have dignity. So that the obligate carnivores weren’t reduced to living on pet-food or scavenging for scraps, so that those with complex metabolisms could get the supplements they need so that people who are still people, for all their outward differences, could shop in safety. There are a great many more monsters, demigods, abominations of science and other non-standard persons among our set than among the heroes, and I wanted to meet their needs, as well as selling weapons and Lair-away-from-home sets and so on.”

“And there are a few heroes who order from us for that reason,” Knuckles added. “The ones who can’t get medications to suit their metabolism, or need to eat things that you can’t get easily anywhere else.”

I nodded, because that much I understood. We have some very esoteric ‘dietary supplies’ that start with fresh, healthy, well-treated and disease-free prey animals frozen whole (from mouse up to calf and goat kept in stock, larger sizes by pre-order, halal and kosher certified where possible) and end with human blood (rejected blood bank stock mostly, we have an arrangement), and human flesh and organs (sourced from hospitals, morgues and crematoriums, guaranteed no murder, at least not by us). “Well, I suppose that makes sense. I’m surprised we ship to them, though.”

“Oh, they don’t know we know. It’s all assumed names and secret bank accounts.” Knuckles grinned. “But Mr Trent has all our online customers identified before we ship. And for the ones who don’t have any other options, well… we let it slide.”

“I can see why you don’t want that to get out.” Ms Fedorova tapped her chin. “What does this have to do with disposing of the body? I was planning to set up a really ghoulish display in a public place somewhere, I already have some sketches.” Marketing for Evil-Mart is… well, it includes more than designing our sale flyers.

“No. We’re going to deliver them to a hero… one of the ones who owes us… and make it very clear that just because someone decides to admit he’s a villain, that doesn’t make him one of us and it doesn’t entitle him to union services,” Mr Trent said flatly. “I want to make it crystal clear to all of them that a heel turn does not mean their sins are forgiven, or that we will accept them as anything other than a very brief amusement.”

Late that night – we were all on overtime, but it couldn’t be done in daylight – we wheeled a cart down the run-down hallway of a shoddy apartment building. “This is a terrible address for a hero,” Ms Fedorova muttered. “Are we sure he lives here?”

“I deliver here a couple of times a month.” Knuckles was pushing the cart. “I’m sure.”

“Okay.” Ms Fedorova cleared her throat, coughed once or twice, and suddenly her voice was deeper and her very faint Russian accent was as thick as pea soup. “This is intimidation tactic,” she said, grinning toothily. “Do not act surprised.”

I knocked on the door, but let Knuckles do the talking. “Delivery, Mr West,” he called, using the fake name the guy had been giving.

It worked… the door was unlocked and opened almost immediately. “I scheduled the order for next – “ the mark said, and then we were pushing inside, slamming the door behind us.

“Do not be alarmed, Mr… Dinoid, is it?” Ms Fedorova said, folding her arms. “Evil-Mart is knowing all along your real identity. But you are needing to eat, and we are not turning down regular business, so we make no trouble.”

Knuckles rolled his eyes behind her back at how much she was hamming it up, but I waved a hand. Let her have her fun. So Knuckles started unloading the boxes onto the table while she talked. “First, your Budget Bunny Box. Your favourite, da?” The next box, smaller, plunked down. “Two fresh chickens, halal certified, healthy and having lived good life, gift for good customer.” Knuckles dumped the plastic tub on the floor. “And mortal remains of Superdyne, with note.”

Dinoid was staring at us, but that made him shift into a combat stance, his long claws spread. “The… Superdyne’s dead? And in there?”

“Well. Most of him. The big pieces.” Ms Fedorova shrugged an impressively Russian shrug. I hadn’t even known that was a thing, but when she did it, it was obvious. “You must understand, when a mob tears a man apart, it is hard to find every little piece.”

“I’m pretty sure Doctor Malign and the Genetic Reign took off with doggy bags,” I said, as if I hadn’t handed them over myself. “And Doctor Order probably has some of him too, by now. So looking out for clones would be a good idea, I don’t know if that’s in the note.”

Insofar as that reptilian face could show readable expressions, he looked shocked. “Why on earth would… why? He changed sides? And why did you bring him to me?”

“We know your address, we know you don’t want to turn us in because we’re the only ones who can supply your meals, and our boss wanted us to make this very clear.” I indicated the note. Since Ms Fedorova was hamming up her Sexy Russian Supervillain act, and Knuckles was very obvious Muscle, I figured it was on me to be the Reasonable One. “He might have stopped being a hero, but that didn’t make him one of us. That didn’t make him acceptable to us. Our boss wants it made very clear that your failures shouldn’t expect to be accepted by us… or even spared by us.”

He shifted slowly, the tip of his tail twitching. “I… see. I understand why you would reject Superdyne. He was notorious for killing and maiming people on… your side. But I know other defectors have been accepted. Philomel, for example.”

“Philomel was child of villains. She is young, she is rebellious, she sides with heroes for a while.” Ms Fedorova shrugged. “Is understandable, da? The young do foolish things. She comes home, all is forgiven.”

He nodded slowly. “Tenebrous?”

“That story I don’t know.” Ms Fedorova glanced at me.

I nodded. “Tenebrous was just a kid. He was twelve when Varide recruited him. Nineteen when he broke with the guy. Varide put a kid into combat, left him with massive PTSD, then ditched him when he had a breakdown and went too far. Mx Frantique at least made sure he had a safe place to stay and some therapy.”

“It’s happened a few times.” Knuckles rested his elbows on the cart’s handles, his inhumanly big, strong hands dangling. “But there’s a process. A system. If someone’s sponsored by a villain in good standing, like Frantique sponsoring Tenbrous, they can be accepted. Nobody gets to just choose to join. Especially not a smug, entitled prick like Superdyne.”

Ms Fedorova suddenly leaned forward, scowling. “And why are you called Dinoid? You are not dinosaur. You are clearly monitor lizard. Golden monitor, I think.” She reached out and prodded his arm. “And not healthy, either. Look at colouration! You do not keep environment humid enough. Are having trouble with shedding, da?”

Now we were all staring at her. “You’re a lizard expert now?” Knuckles asked.

She shrugged. “What? Is hobby. Mamma’s little Varanus Acanthurus are pride and joy. Sadly, cannot keep larger monitors in city. Is unkind.”

Dinoid ran a hand over his head slowly. “Not many people realize,” he said slowly. “That’s why I order from you guys. I used to get frozen… food… from a pet supplier, but then I got contacted by someone who told me there was another option.”

“Is good thing. Those pet suppliers, they are rogues. They do not keep animals healthy, can get diseases or mites from those things.” Ms Fedorova sniffed. “I would never buy from them. My babies would get sick.”

He actually chuckled, then, seeming to relax a bit. “You’re not wrong. After… this happened… I got really sick a couple of times before I figured out what to eat, and where to get it. And even the reputable suppliers don’t always have the healthiest stock.” He opened his mouth wide, making a gagging noise. “You have no idea how bad that ‘reptile food’ is. Eating whole animals may be a little disgusting, but it’s nothing to some of that stuff.”

“I believe it,” I said emphatically. “There’s a reason Evil-Mart has such an extensive pet-food line. The horror stories we hear from some of our customers… well, you’d believe it, I bet, but most humans just look confused.”

Knuckles nodded, and spread his hands. “People who can’t pass for regular humans… or even for people, the way most normies see it… are a lot more common on our side of the fence than yours. That’s why we delivered to you. We figured you really needed it.”

“Does he order from the pharmacy?” Ms Fedorova was around behind him now, examining his back. “He is having calcium deficiency, am betting. He needs nutritional supplement.”

“I take a nutritional supplement,” he said defensively.

“The one for normal-sized lizards is not enough for man-sized monitor/human hybrid,” she said firmly. “Check pharmacy section next time. We are having excellent selection of supplements for hybrids, and chart to tell you how much to take for body-mass.”

He looked back and forth between the three of us. “You people are… not what I would have expected from an evil supermarket.”

“We may be… morally challenged,” I said, shrugging, “but we’re not heartless.” I looked around his tiny, shabby apartment. “Unlike some of your lot. I thought you were on a team. Why are you living here?”

He ducked his head. “I couldn’t live at the base,” he said, his tail drooping. “My… I made people uncomfortable. And the stipend isn’t much.”

“Isn’t much? With the merchandising deals they have?” Ms Fedorova sounded shocked, and the accent had dropped back a lot. “I know for a fact that if the accountants ever got hold of their books they’d owe more in back taxes than… well, than Evil-Mart would if our illegal product arm ever got discovered. And we pay our taxes on the legitimate stuff scrupulously.”

Dinoid blinked rapidly, though I couldn’t tell whether he was more surprised by her suddenly dropping her act or the idea that Evil-Mart pays taxes. “You do?”

“Of course. Not under that name, of course, there’s a shell company.” She sniffed. “All villains do. Al Capone, you know. We’re not getting caught that way again.”

Knuckles and I both nodded when he looked at us, and he shook his head. “Huh. Makes sense, I guess.”

“It does.” I looked around again. The place really was crappy. “I know it’s a personal question, Mr… West, but under the circumstances I’d like to know… how much is that stipend?”

He looked down at the floor for a while, then cleared his throat. “Uh. $1100 a month.”

We all stared at him. Ms Fedorova’s mouth fell open. Knuckles looked shocked, and I was horrified. “$1100 a month?!” I asked, my voice coming out louder than I’d intended. “For risking your life on a superhero team?! I have teenaged cashiers working part-time who make more than that!”

He looked almost as startled as we did. “For working a cash register?!”

“Evil-Mart pays pretty good.” Knuckles shrugged. “But that stipend is disgusting.”

“You are being exploited,” Ms Fedorova said, sounding really aghast. “That is terrible. Why, baseline henchman pay is twice that, and there are danger bonuses and…” Her voice dropped suddenly. “You don’t have a union, do you?”

“A union? Of course we don’t have a…” He trailed off. “You mean you do?”

“Of course we do. An extremely well-armed one.” Ms Fedorova folded her arms. “Henchmen And Allied Industries has represented us for generations. The last time a supervillain executed a union henchman for failure, he was boiled in oil… literally. On camera. Oh, of course some of the less reputable villains just pick up small-time trash from the streets, untrained rabble from the gangs and so on, so they can treat them as disposable, but we union members are skilled workers, with rights and protections. I bet you don’t even get overtime.”

“Of course not. Crime happens when it happens, and we have to…” He trailed off. “You guys get overtime?”

“We’re getting double time and a half for this conversation. And an extra day off.”

His eyes widened again. “Really? Wow, that’s… even when I was working a regular job, before this, I didn’t get pay like that.” He looked down at his hands and bared his teeth in what looked like an unhappy expression. “And now I can’t work anything but this kind of job. People don’t like having a scary dinosaur in their restaurant.”

There was a long pause.

“You can cook?” Ms Fedorova asked carefully.

“Yeah. I worked in my parents’ restaurant before… this.” He gestured at himself. “They were killed when we were attacked, and I was… changed.”

We all looked at each other. “After you’ve returned Superdyne’s remains to whoever you consider appropriate,” I said, grabbing a notepad and scribbling down my number, “I’d like you to give me a call. Evil-Mart is always hiring in the bakery and deli, and I mean always. Most bad guys aren’t great cooks. We don’t know why, it just seems to be one of those things.”

“You want me to join the bad guys?”

“I want you to work in a bakery. Villains and henchmen need to eat, and so do their families. Nobody’s going to ask you to rip superheroes in half, just maybe make a sandwich that won’t give anyone food poisoning.”

“That’s a regular concern?”

“Six months ago the three of us ran Evil-Mart’s physical store completely unassisted for most of a day because the only people who weren’t down with food poisoning were the ones who’d had the vegetarian and kosher meals.” I shuddered at the recollection. “Trust me. Someone who can cater staff functions without a major disaster would never have to live in an apartment like this working for us.”

“And we get full benefits, including dental.” Knuckles was shaking his head. “I bet you don’t even get hospital.”

“What hospital would take me? I always figured I’d go to the zoo and talk to the vet if – “

Ms Fedorova actually put her arms around him. “You,” she told him firmly, “are going to resign your terrible exploitative job, and then I will personally sponsor you to the union immediately. I have a spare room. You will like it. Humidity and temperature can be set just how you like, and Mamma Yelena will take you to real doctor expert in health of hybrids.”

“Those exist?” he asked, sounding a bit overwhelmed.

“Yeah, the Genetic Reign has like three of them,” I said sympathetically. “Listen, you can take some time to think it over, but you don’t have to put up with this kind of exploitation just because you don’t look human. Nearly a third of Evil-Mart’s staff can’t pass, and they’re treated just like everyone else.”

Superdyne’s dramatic demise got a lot of news coverage. Apparently it came as a real shock to the ‘good guys’ that there were some monsters even the superest villains wouldn’t embrace.

Dinoid no longer exists. Ismail Jameel works at Evil-Mart, and has expanded our fresh food lines a lot already. He’s a nice guy, and after Ms Fedorova told everyone how disgustingly he’d been exploited by those so-called ‘heroes’, he was welcomed with open arms. Literally, in at least one case – he’s dating someone from the warehouse, I’ve heard, though I don’t know who. He says we should rename the store, because we suck at being evil.

But evil is a really relative term. It can mean the blackest depravity, or a moment of viciousness, or even just ‘people on the other side’. Evil-Mart is called that because everyone, at least everyone on our side, is welcome. Plus, we all think it’s funny that the least-evil megacorporation is called ‘Evil-Mart’. What can we say? Bad guys have a sense of humour too.

Have an evil day!

#welcome to Evil Mart #good is not just good #evil is not just evil #people are complicated #and so is retail #tw graphic #tw gore #tw violence #tw murder #it's a supervillain story #supervillain shit happens #you are now warned

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Estocolmo 3

Hannibal x Reader

Masterpost

First Chapter

Warnings: 18+ thigh riding, in a public setting, degration, cockwarming

Word count: 6k

Chapter Three

Maybe you hadn’t thought through about going to Hannibal’s dinner party. In the moment you had just missed the sound of his voice. His touch… Okay, you were motivated by other things than how much fun you would have at this little dinner party of his.

However you had to pull a lot of strings and work extra shifts, just so your bosses would even consider letting you off for a couple days. You were a valuable worker, one that would damage them to lose, but pettiness didn’t know any bounds. The stress was adding up. Still you trudged through it all. Not one to ever want to end up on Hannibal’s bad side.

You didn’t like making the perfect, polite ones angry. Loud anger you could handle. You were used to it. Quiet anger was just upsetting. He’d be upset you let him down, but he wouldn’t say it right. A soft sigh followed by a half meant it’s okay would probably be the most he’d give you. Disappointing him was a no go.

“I can’t wait for you to leave.”

“You’re so good at making me feel loved.”

“You know I do!” She laid back in your bed, arm’s comfortably behind her head, “But since you planned yourself a date. I did too.”

You grabbed clothes and threw them into a small duffel bag. “The chick from work?”

“God I wish. Can't work up the courage.”

“Don’t tell me you called up Reggie,” you laughed.

“Don’t tell me you got called up by Hannibal,” she mocked your voice. “Look! We’re a team! You can get dicked by someone that doesn’t deserve you. And I’ll romance a very pretty woman the entire weekend.”

“When is she getting here?”

“I’m shooting the text the second you’re out that door.”

You sighed, “You replace me so easily.”

“Oh baby,” she cooed, “Remember who’s leaving who.”

“A couple of days. You could be lonely for a few days.”

Alex walked you out. Stressing that you had to text her throughout your drive. It was only a three hour drive, but a lot could happen within that time.

All in all it wasn’t a bad trip. Monotonous without your usual partner in the passenger seat, but not bad. Your nerves bit at you. Hannibal’s social presence really was everything to him. Your head ran though countless ways you could mess up the night. Ultimately you wouldn’t, you knew that, but your brain sure did like to torture you with the idea.

“Everything will be fine,” you told yourself as you parked alongside the manor. Staying in the car for a moment you built yourself up. It was Hannibal. He knew about your home life. How you took your coffee. The things you’ve allowed him to do to you. Probably some understanding of things that he hadn’t done to you yet. A knock on your window pulled you out of your thoughts.

Opening the door you got out of the car.

“You weren’t thinking of running away, I hope,” Hannibal greeted.

“I wasn’t. Nerves,” you admitted. “It’s usually just the two of us, y’know…”

“Darling,” he scoffed, adjusting a piece of your hair, “I have no doubt in my mind that my companions wouldn’t adore you as much as I do.”

You moved to grab your bag, only for Hannibal to immediately take it from you. “You say that now, but that’s only because you’ve become accustomed to that certain charm I have at three in the morning after a night of studying. I’m not sure I can be as adorable to all of your friends.”

“Anyone that thinks otherwise has no place in my home.” Hannibal grabbed your hand in his own, leading you to the manor.

Once the front door closed, he wasted no time pulling you close. The kiss was long and rough. Both attempting to make up for lost time in the limited minutes you had. A soft moan from you made him press you against the door, the bag that had been in his hand long forgotten. His hand pressed lightly against your throat as he pushed a knee in between yours.

It was a long while before he pulled away. He rested his forehead against yours. “I’ve missed my favorite plaything,” He spoke into the shared air, “You’ve been away so long.”

“Your favorite?” You asked, looking at him dazed.

He smiled, mischief in his eyes. “I’d wager they couldn’t kiss you so well you’d look at them like they hung the stars after.”

“I do not!”

“Of course you don’t, darling.” He picked up your bag. “Come, we should start getting dressed.” You followed Hannibal up the stairs to his room. Apparently yours too, at least for the next couple of nights, since he emptied the contents of your bag into an empty dresser drawer. “You’re more than welcome to explore if you do get uncomfortable. I know meeting a sea of people can feel overwhelming.”

“I’m just afraid I’ll be out of place.”

“You’re exactly where I want you to be,” he disappeared into the walk-in closet, “The other’s are decent enough people. However, it makes sense that such divine beauty doesn’t fit in amongst commoners. I’d never dream of you finding yourself their equal.”

You walked over to examine the drawings he had hung on the wall next to his bed. “I’m not sure I’m worthy of such high thought.”

He came back, placing the suit and dress onto the bed. Standing behind you, he wrapped his arms around you, resting his head on your shoulder. “I really do mean it, beloved. You’re strong and intelligent. As much as I’d like to, you won’t allow me to pull strings and help you. That’s more than most of the crowd coming over tonight. They haven’t faced hardships like yourself and I. Don’t allow yourself to be treated less than and, please, tell me if anyone makes you feel that way.”

You turned your head, kissing his cheek. “I’m not sure I believe it, but I’m grateful for the thought.”

“I simply must make it my mission to prove it.” He inhaled deeply, “You’ve changed your perfume?”

“I liked the one you bought,” you said simply, getting out of his arms, you looked at the dress he had gotten you. The piece of fabric was easily the most expensive thing you owned now. It didn’t match his suit, but the two certainly complimented each other. “You really didn’t have to.”

“I want to,” he went to open another dresser drawer, pulling out a small box, “Consider it all a graduation present. You worked hard and deserve a reward for it. We didn’t get a chance to see one another before you left.”

“You’ve had these since then?” You asked.

“Of course. How could I resist an opportunity to find you a gift? And with Alex so graciously allowing me to buy you a dress, I figured tonight would be a wonderful time to give you your gift.” He opened the jewelry box.

“Hannibal,” you gasped quietly, the jewelry glimmered brightly, “It’s beautiful.” Usually you weren’t one for objects, but this was also the most thoughtful thing you’ve ever received. Hannibal had taken the small bits he knew of you and picked out the perfect pieces of jewelry for you. It was the feeling of being known so well that made it special.

“The second I saw this set I couldn’t help but think of my darling girl. Would you like me to put the necklace on you now?”

You quickly shook your head, “After I get dressed, please. I wouldn’t want to risk dirtying it while I’m getting ready.”

“In that case, I’ll show you where you can get ready.”

You grabbed the things you needed to make yourself look presentable and followed Hannibal to the bathroom. To your surprise he started to undress after he hung up his suit and your dress. You shrugged it off and set your stuff on the counter, you were more than comfortable with him and you and Alex had taken to doing similar in your cramped bathroom early mornings. The shower turned on while you took out your makeup. His humming filled the otherwise quiet room.

When you were pleased with how your makeup looked, you moved on to fussing with your hair. The shower shut off and your eyes wandered briefly in the mirror. You watched the show as he dried off his chest and followed the towel up as he dried his hair. He caught your eye, brow raised, you shrugged and sent a wink his way.

You got undressed, tossing your clothes in the hamper as you did. Walking over to the dress you felt the fabric between your fingers, studying the intricate pattern that was sown on to it.

“You don’t like it, darling?” Hannibal asked as he buttoned his shirt. “There’s another in the closet, but I was hopeful you’d like this one. You'd look stunning.”

“Admiring,” you stated simply, “Wait there’s another?”

“There’s a show, I’d like to see tomorrow. I figured it could be an outing for us.” He checked himself over before styling his hair. “This is ‘Making it worth my while’ as Alex said.”

“Han, you know better than to listen to Al.” You sighed, “I’m grateful, I honestly am. It’s just embarrassing. I really can’t give you anything in return.”

Hannibal came over to you, holding one of your hands in his. “They’re simple trinkets of my affection. In the end they all mean nothing. YN, you grace me with your presence and time, which is something that can never be repaid in form. I hold you dearly, your time is more than I deserve.”

You stood on the tips of your toes kissing him gently. There was all the time later for a rougher touch. Now you just wanted to feel him pressed close against yourself. A brief flick of thought asked if you really wanted this to just be a fleeting thing between friends. Pulling away, you gave him one final kiss to the side of his mouth.

“You’re allowed to give me one gift a month,” you teased, as you grabbed his tie and set to work on tying it for him. “You’re not my sugar daddy, as much as Alex wishes you were.”

“And you’re welcome to set as many rules as you’d like when it comes to this. However, what’s forcing me to follow them?” His hands grazed along your sides, “We both understand who makes the rules, don’t we little one?”

The part of you that had become accustomed to that particular tone, faltered slightly. “Hannibal, we’re not always in sessions,” you reminded him as you tightened the tie, “You can’t just have your way.”

“Why not?”

You shook your head, annoyed, “Or you can do what you’d like. It’s your wallet after all.”

“I’m sorry,” he apologized immediately, “I don’t want to offend you.”

You let it go, there was no use to fight over this. “It’s okay, you’re only teasing right?”

“May I please see you in the dress?” He asked, lightening the mood.

You turned, returning to the piece of elegant fabric. Carefully you pulled it on. He really was excellent when it came to fashion. The dress hugged the right places and accentuated everything wonderfully. Hannibal stepped behind you once again. Zipping the back for you, his fingers trailing up as he did. Carefully, he moved your hair to the side as he fixed the necklace in place. Dipping his head down, he kissed that spot on your neck he had quickly learned turned you to putty in his hands. You leaned against him, angling your neck to give him better access as a soft moan escaped. His teeth grazed gently against your neck, he seemed to toy with the idea of making a mark before backing away. As much as he’d enjoy to see it blossom, he knew you had many first impressions to make.

You whimpered at the loss of contact. Suddenly realizing just how much you had missed him.

“I know, little one,” he sighed, pressing a kiss on the side of your ear, “but we have a night to get through. After this, I belong to you. We will have all tomorrow for each other.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

The dinner party was beautifully done. Of course it was. Hannibal never spared any expense, let alone when he was trying to impress. He had introduced you to a couple people, they were nice enough, but you just couldn’t find a connection with them. You definitely steered clear of Bedelia. That woman was intimidating to a whole other degree. Definitely someone you could actually see Hannibal going after. You wondered why he didn’t.

An hour into the dinner party, you slipped away. He had said you could explore and honestly, without him you weren’t much for conversation. You had already gotten a snide look for saying you worked at a bar on nights, but they didn’t hold much interest for you either. All the conversations you had heard were meaningless droning. People constantly trying to one up another or bragging about something new they acquired or some business deal.

So it was safe to say no one noticed your absence. Well maybe one extremely observant man.

You found yourself in his library, taking residence in a nook next to a window. Hannibal’s sketch book in your lap as you looked over his drawings. Each drawing looked like he must have spent hours on it. You marveled at his talent, watching the range go from almost romantic to grouesome. Some things could be recognized as his take on art pieces, and landscapes, while others seemed to be originals. The originals were darker in nature, but you supposed it made sense. He saw death as something comforting and could be considered beautiful. Of course it would translate into his pieces.

The door opened, revealing the man that occupied your thoughts at the moment. “Is everything alright, darling? No one bothered you, I hope.”

You smiled up at him. “I’m fine. I just wanted a break, I’m getting a little bit of a headache.”

“Oh?” He touched your forehead with the back of his hand, “Are you feeling well?”

“I’ll go back in a moment,” you promised himas you brought his hand down to press a peck onto it, “Go enjoy your party.”

“They can keep themselves entertained for a while.” He took a seat next to you, pulling you to rest against him. “I could use a moment too.”

You couldn’t stave off the smile that played on your lips to get to have him to yourself. He made you feel comfortable and honestly you were out of your element at this party. Hannibal rested his head against the wall. That left his neck vulnerable and you couldn’t resist placing a kiss on it.

“Why must you insist on acting up when we are alone, darling girl?” He hummed quietly, his hand entertained itself absentmindedly drawing things on your thigh.

“I missed you,” you insisted. “Not just like that. We used to spend a lot of time together.”

“It has been a long time. I’m sorry about that.”

“I had your number too. I’m not completely out of blame.”

“Well, you’ll find a way to make it up to me.” He tugged you closer, “You’re too far.”

You straddled one of his thighs, placing your hand on his shoulders. “I’m sure you have a couple ideas of how.”

“A couple.”

Leaning in you caught him in a kiss. His hand started to trail lower, you caught him by the wrist before he got to his destination, placing his hand back on your hip. With his original plan voided, he bounced his thigh against you, the hands on your hips helping you grind down. You couldn’t help the moan you let out. Letting him continue until you remembered the party happening not so far away.

“Hannibal,” you whined against his lips, “Not right now.”

“But you sound so sweet, darling, don’t mind them.” He continued his earlier assault on your neck, this time not thinking twice before sucking his mark onto it. “You look so beautiful tonight. I know you can give me one before we’re missed, you’re always so good for me. Don’t you want to be good?”

The growing lust clouded your judgement. Hannibal’s soft words and the gentle but perfect rhythm he was working on made it hard to find any reason to argue.

“Yes, daddy,” you sighed softly, “I want to be good for you.”

The door opened again, followed by a dramatic gasp, “Hannibal, having dessert before the rest of us?” The strange man eyed you, “Plan on sharing?”

Hannibal had been quick to tug down the dress that had rode up, keeping you safe from prying eyes. “Unfortunately, I’m not one for sharing. If you don’t mind waiting in the hall. I’ll meet with you in a second.”

“Oh, I’d much prefer to stay. Hello, what’s your name? Is Hannibal keeping you entertained?”

You hid your face against Hannibal’s shoulder, your face burning to the touch.

“Shy thing isn’t she, daddy?”

“I really must insist you leave now,” Hannibal said, the anger evident in his voice.

“Fine, killjoy.” You heard retreating steps and the door closed again.

“Of course out of everyone to find us it was the gossip,” he sighed to himself, dropping a kiss to the top of your head, “I’m sorry about that, love.”

“I told you not now,” you said, pulling away and going back to your seat beside him.

“I know. I’m sorry,” he kissed the back of your hand, “I thought we’d have a couple more minutes before someone looked for us, let alone find us. Let me handle this and then you’ll never see him again.”

You nodded. “Can I go to the room for the night? He made me feel… strange.”

“Darling,” he cupped your cheek, a sad look in his eyes, “this is your home more than anyone else out there. Don’t let him ruin the night for us. I’ll make sure he’s gone and stay by you the rest of the night. Does that sound okay?”

And true to his word he was, he had escorted the man out quickly once he found him. However the Gossip was apparently a fast worker, because a couple people did give you lingering looks. Though they were quick to save face if they so much as thought Hannibal noticed. Whatever they thought didn’t matter. You were two grown, consenting adults that enjoyed each other’s company, be damned what others thought. Throughout the night you kept telling yourself that, hoping to cut the embarrassment short. A couple times you caught yourself, thoughtlessly intertwining your fingers with Hannibal’s when you were less than sturdy. Each time he squeezed your fingers gently, quiet reassurance that he was there for you.

You woke up the following morning. Hannibal was still asleep beside you, it must have been early. He looked sweet in the mornings. Relaxed, not as stiff as he usually was, his hair sticking up in places he’d immediately flatten out once he woke as he greeted you with that deeper more accented voice that accompanied the mornings. You pressed a kiss to his chest, before carefully removing the arm that was sprawled across your stomach.

Looking at the clock, you considered the time. There was enough if you worked quickly. Standing up, you grabbed one of your shirts and shorts. After freshening up, you made your way down to the kitchen.

It was different. You hadn’t toured much of the home, let alone know where anything was, but you gathered your bearings fast enough. The things you needed had been placed somewhat similarly to his old home and you set everything onto the counter. Protein scramble, fruit, and pancakes seemed like a good option today. The pancakes, he had taught you to make when you asked where the box mix was and obviously he wouldn’t stand for you not knowing how to make something so simple from scratch.

Your phone played music as you set to work, washing the used dishes along the way so there wasn’t too much of a mess.

As you were plating the food, you heard Hannibal call out your name.

“Kitchen!” You called out.

He was quick to meet you, “Darling, I could have made you breakfast. You should have stayed in bed with me.”

“I couldn’t sleep any more and you looked too sweet to wake,” you poured two cups of coffee and prepared them to both of your liking, “Figured why not play domestic for a while.”

“How did you like it?” He asked, walking over to take the cup from you.

“Eh well you know, the domestic life,” you shrugged, feeding him a cut strawberry, “I like to let my partner sleep in on Saturday’s and make them comfort breakfasts. Sometimes they ruin breakfast in bed by coming down too early, but what can you do?”

He chuckled around the bite of strawberry, “I’m sorry, beloved. I’ll stay put next time.”

“Yes, you will.” You stood on the tips of your toes to press a chaste kiss to his lips. “But I’m not too angry at you. I enjoy your company.”

His fingers toyed with the hem of your shirt. “Aren’t you usually sporting my shirts on these mornings?”

“I didn’t want to ruin one of them.”

“You couldn’t ruin a thing if you tried. I’ve got more than enough for you to steal away when you go back home too.”

“I only took them, because someone made a habit of messing up my shirts.”

“And your reasoning for keeping them, little one?” He grabbed the plates, “Come along, the mornings have been wonderful recently.”

You grabbed the cups. “You should’ve come and picked them up the same way I had. It’s your own fault they aren’t back where they belong.”

The afternoon was spent in each other’s company. Hannibal had insisted he’d wash the remaining dishes and asked you to pick up his sketchbook and pencils from the library since you were going to find yourself something to read. You did as asked, before returning outside. Setting his things on the table, you went to go sit in a sunny spot of grass.

It wasn’t long until Hannibal rejoined you outside and took a seat.

You glanced up curiously after a while, he was sketching away.

“Anything I can do for you, beloved?” He asked, not looking up from his work.

“Just watching.”

He hummed in response.

Some unease settled in your stomach when you remembered why exactly you were over here. What was the harm in voicing it? “Hannibal?” You waited until he looked up at you, “You’re okay that we haven’t slept together yet? I mean… I know that’s why I am here.”

It was true, the lingering looks you had gotten at dinner, paired with the small embarrassment of realizing one of Hannibal’s love bites got to bloom in front of them all threw you off at night. You had tried to let yourself go, let him have control of you for a while, but you couldn’t go past taking off some clothes and letting your hands feel the other. He didn’t mind when you didn’t want to do more. Always the gentleman. Instead he settled you against his chest, an arm keeping you close, quiet conversation and long breathtaking kisses filled the night.

“I’m not one of those little boys you’ve found,” he stated, seeming to be mildly offended, “I enjoy our quiet moments just as much, if not more. Sex is something else we could do together, nothing more. It’s not everything, little one. You’re not here for that purpose. What I enjoy is your company and I’ll take it any way you give it.”

You tilted your head looking at him closely, he mimicked you, narrowing his eyes at you playfully. That made you laugh softly, you decided he was being honest and not covering up his disappointment with sweet words. Patting the grass next to you, “Sit with me.”

“YN…”

“Please?” You asked, sweetening the pot with a pout.

He shook his head but gathered his things, soon joining you. Resting your head on his shoulder you looked at what he was sketching. The scene was you at the present moment. Half faced toward him, book in hand, completely relaxed, and more perfect than you ever dreamed of being.

“That’s an exaggeration, I’m not that beautiful.”

“That’s where we must differ, my love,” he kissed your temple, “Try as I might I’ll never be able to draw you with the dignity you deserve. It’s a poor imitation of the way I perceive you.”

“You’re a ridiculous man,” you said fondly, “Though I suppose I’d like to keep you around a while longer.”

“Suppose” he scoffed, “ You’d be lost without me.”

You stuck your tongue out at him childishly and went back to your book.

“Darling, I do adore when you take care of yourself, but we’ll be late if you don’t hurry,” Hannibal said, leaning on the bathroom’s door frame already dressed for the outing.

“It’s not my fault you always manage to get the bath perfect,” you groaned, getting out of the bathtub.

Hannibal walked over, grabbing a towel on his way. “I’ll run you another later.”

You took the towel, drying yourself off. It was nice to see a rare impatient Hannibal. There was more to that calm and collected demeanor he usually had. “You’re cute when you’re excited about something. Where are we going?”

“I got us tickets to the opera.”

“Really!” You lit up at that. When he talked about the shows he had seen before, he’d get so much more animated. It would be nice to experience one with him. “Which one?”

“Die Entführung aus dem Serail,” he answered, taking you in with a smile, “but darling, your excitement may go to waste, I’m afraid.”

“I’ll be quick!”

With you keeping your promise and Hannibal’s quick driving, it didn’t take anytime to make it to the opera house. There was time to spare and Hannibal socialized a bit, introducing you to other regulars. You exchanged pleasantries and let Hannibal control the conversation as you looked around the place. Some people you recognized from last night. One person you saw nod towards you whispering something to his companion.

“I didn’t think he’d be one for cradle robbing,” you caught the man say, as he eyed you up, “Lucky man. Reckon I could steal that little piece away?”

You subtly moved closer to Hannibal, feeling the heat rise to your face.

Hannibal turned his attention to you when the others started talking amongst themselves. “Are you alright?” He asked quietly, tucking away a strand of your hair that fell out of place.

“Yeah. I’m great,” you lied, knowing he’d probably take offense to any minute comment made about whatever kind of relationship the two of you had.

“Are you certain?” The tone of voice saying he knew you were hiding something. He always seemed to read you so easily. In that he knew you’d continue to deny anything. “Would you like to go to our seats now? The show should start in a couple of minutes.”

“Yes, please.”

Hannibal grabbed your hand in his, leading you away from the crowd. To your surprise he took you to a private balcony above the rest of the audience seating. “Since, it’s your first time, I figured privacy would do us well. No distractions,” he paused for a moment, “No one to get into that pretty little head of yours.”

“I just don’t enjoy all the looks and comments,” you sighed, allowing him to pull you down onto the seat with him. “I love spending time with you. It’s just soured by people that don’t mind their own.”

“It’s not ideal, but we mustn’t let them ruin our nights. With this kind of community, people make assumptions and talk. Darling, I really do insist you tell me when someone makes you upset.”

“I know, I know. Guess I should have braced for it more. I’m just not used to these kinds of things. When we’re alone it’s easy to just exist together. Just us.”

“I understand completely. However, I do enjoy that we finally got to leave the house. You look absolutely breathtaking tonight.”

You smiled at that, “Well, you do seem to have an eye for what suits me.”

“That, I do.”

Leaning your head on his shoulder, you breathed the comforting scent of his cologne, “I’m sorry I let them get to me when we're supposed to be enjoying our time together. It’s not fair to you.”

“They get annoying,” he gave your thigh a gentle squeeze, “Of course you’d take offense for us. There isn’t much we can do besides understand that we’re here for the right reasons. Though, it does get under my skin to see you affected so under my care.”

Soon the crowd made their way to the seats and the lights dimmed to near black. When the music started Hannibal whispered translations into your ear. You got caught up in the story between watching the characters go through their woes and Hannibal’s gentle voice guiding you through every detail. It was easy to see what Hannibal saw at these events. They really were thrilling to watch. Still it wasn’t so much the show, but getting to know another side of the man in question.

You looked at the man beside you, a happy smile plastered on your face. “Thank you for bringing me, Hannibal.”

“Anything for you, my love.”

“Your love?” You challenged teasingly.

A couple times he had thrown around the pet name. You didn’t take it for much. He was a sweet, old fashioned man, you had decided to believe. A sweet nothing that neither of you minded. Still you couldn’t deny the slight softness you felt from the moniker.

“You’ve promised yourself as all mine before,” he reminded you, “and I take no issue in claiming what’s mine.”

“That was said when I was drunk on you.”

“Deny all you’d like, sweet girl, you’re still mine.”

Hannibal tilted your head up slightly to kiss you. You couldn’t find it in yourself to care about why the music crescendoed in that moment. Not when he was kissing you with more passion than you had ever felt. He had a way of making it feel like you were the only beings in existence. Hannibal bit at your lip, asking for more, and you gave it to him without a thought. You’d do whatever he wanted at that moment. Still you couldn’t help grabbing his wrist when his hand found it’s way up your dress. He swallowed the helpless moan that slipped past your lips greedily.

You pulled away from him, your hips grinding onto his hand on their own accord. “Hannibal, I-“

He hushed you, “You’re missing a very important part of the show.” His hand didn’t let up from its ministrations as he continued to translate for you.

You went to cover your mouth with your hand, but Hannibal stopped you short, placing it back at your side. A quick mummer of be good was all he offered, not once stopping the pace he had set. You choked back the moan when he pressed against a spot that had been long neglected since the last time you paid him a visit. The music being so loud was your only safe haven, still, you pressed yourself further into Hannibal, hoping to hide yourself further from any wandering eyes that might look away from the show. Embarrassment and lust built with every thrust of Hannibal’s fingers. The former was getting increasingly easier to ignore as Hannibal pulled you closer and closer to your end. Pressing your face against his neck, you bit at the skin there in a cheap attempt at revenge for what he was putting you through.

Hannibal’s fingers stilled. A quiet chuckle met your ear when he heard your whimper of protest, stopping your hips as you attempted to help yourself. “Such an easy thing to toy with, you're nothing more than my own personal whore.” He didn’t miss the throb around his fingers at those words. “You’d let me use you however I’d like wouldn’t you?”

You gave a lazy nod as he brought his fingers up to your mouth. Eager to please him, hoping he’d let you finish, you opened your mouth and sucked his fingers clean. Behind your back, you felt him working himself out of his pants. Taking his hand away he adjusted your dress higher before pulling you on to his lap. With his other hand the head of his cock teased your clit, you forced yourself not to complain, knowing he’d go on longer if you did. When he finally pushed into you, you couldn’t fight off the moan of contentment as he filled you completely. Turning your head, you caught him in a languid kiss, caught up in only him despite the performance going on.

“Please?”

“What do you need?”

“You.” You shifted your hips slightly, “May I please move?”

“I’m sorry, little one,” you caught the slight upward twitch of his lip when you looked at him in disbelief, “I’d rather use you at my leisure.”

You whined in frustration, leaning against him knowing he’d play a cruel game. This time he offered no translations, keeping you entirely focused on the feeling of him buried deep inside of you doing nothing to help relieve your need for him. When you did manage to distract yourself, he circled your clit and gave a few sharp thrust, just enough to bring you back where he wanted you. His hand continued, changing the rhythm every so often so you’d stay aware of your position.

“I’ll be so good,” you begged helplessly.

“And yesterday you had been so against it despite having our privacy in the library,” he reminded you, pushing in and out of you in a too slow pace, but at least he was moving, “What was it that was missing, hm? The audience that could look up and see me using what’s mine?”

You didn’t know what had changed. Not truely. Maybe it was the couple of glasses of wine you had drunk throughout the day. Perhaps it was just finally getting what you had wanted for so long. Honestly, you couldn’t find yourself to be curious enough to find out.

“I wanna cum,” you told him, swallowing the embarrassment.

“I don’t know, darling, you’ve tried to find comfort with others. I really can’t say I approve of the notion. Suppose, I could just use you for your worth and leave you dry.” He groaned into your ear as you clenched around him, he sped up his thrust, “There’s my good girl, you like the sound of that?”

“Hannibal, please,” you whimpered, “I’ve wanted you for so long.”

“Beg for it.”

“I’ll never look for anyone else again. It was so stupid to think anyone else could make me feel as good as you.” Your breath hitched when he struck deeper, “I've been so desperate for you.”

“That’s all so very sweet, but that’s not exactly what I want to hear.”

You whined quietly as you tried to figure out the right combination of words to get you what you wanted. “I’m just yours… No one else’s… You’re the only one, I’m so sorry…”

“See? Was it so hard to apologize for your misconduct?”

You shook your head.

He pinched your thigh. “Words, darling.”

“No, daddy,” you moaned, as his hands guided your hips to move with him, “But I’ll be good for you now.”

“I still don’t think you deserve to cum, you pathetic thing.”

“You’ll let me?”

Hannibal’s hand grabbed your jaw roughly, making you look at him. “Next time I won’t be so generous. Understood?”

You swallowed down the slight twinge of fear that had worked its way into your system. “Yes, sir.”

He pushed your face away. “Work for it yourself.”

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