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holy heck, dan and phil reacting to the first three pinofs has dredged up my teenage self. it's past my bed time and its katherine and eden and 2009 and long distance love and feeling emotions i havent felt in over a decade jesus christ TWENTY TWENTY TWO IS MAKING ME CRY? LIKE WHY WAS IT SO ACCURATE? KATH? EEED? WE NEED TO TALK like it's not even nostalgia its reliving those moments and i dont really know what to do with myself. there really was no other place to go than tumblr dot com for this. if theres anything im thankful for its that this website lived long enough for the dan and phil revival
#is this what growing up feels like?#i cant say i would recommend this#but its a fascinating self study
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the evolution of the operator symbol over the course of the series is so endlessly fascinating to me, because like. Alex came up with the symbol and only ever really used it on his hypergraphia papers, which we don't really see him do much (if at all) after season one
but Brian,, Brian uses that symbol constantly. It's basically a signature by the end of the series - he leaves it on Tim's medical records, and on the back of Alex's photo of Amy, and on the note he left for Jay about Benedict Hall - he even uses it in his final video to unveil his name - it's self-referential, but he doesn't ever really seem to use it to denote The Operator the way Alex did?
Like, to me it really does seem like he basically appropriated it. "This is the symbol you created for the thing that was hunting you, but now I'm the thing that's hunting you" - like, hh fuck dude, Looking At You
#N posts stuff#marble hornets#totheark#mh lb#i was thinking about this last night and just rewatched all of the totheark videos to check my own work lol#and like. even in the videos he uses it as a self-referential symbol#he uses it in Intermission - 'did you see me? i saw you'#he uses it in Reminder - 'do you remember me?' immediately followed by His footage of Jay at the antique store#he uses it in Decline - 'he will pay' denoting His revenge quest on Alex#sometimes there IS more ambiguity in its application - like in 'Inquiry' or 'memories'#where like maybe it could be denoting the effects of the operator's influence? but those are s2 and i'm Mostly talking about s3#but i mean even in s1 the symbol shows up in the last frame of some videos like a signature/sign off#sorry brian is just so fascinating to me i want to study him like a beetle
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Mxtx was so sexy for having shen qingqiu experience the shen jiu flashbacks and still deciding to dislike him. Don't get me wrong I eat up all those awesome fanfics and headcannons of them having some sort of positive relationship like it's breadsticks, but sy!shen qingqiu's canon perception of shen jiu is just so juicy!
Like, you die, you die cursing and screaming some trashfire novel but wake up in your least favorite character's body. But he's not a character anymore, you eventually find out and accept that you and everyone around you is real. This body is real and so was the person who had it before. This body was theirs but now its yours. This body has done real horrendous things to real people that you care about. Some omnipotent system inside you is encouraging and coercing you into doing similar horrendous acts this body would have done, what it used to do. This body is not yours but now it is and now you have to live with it knowing you have to act out this body's role. Hurt your loved ones, distance yourself from your comrades, die a painful death. That is what this body was meant for, this was the original owner's fate, live with it. You are now one of the only people in the whole world that intimately knows how that man was the way he was and why he did the things he did. But that does not make it better, you feel pity, some sort of regret for how things could have been, but you cant forgive and forget because you hate him. You hate the character who turned out to be a man. You hate the man that used to own this body. You hate this body that's yours but not really yours. You hate your role, this narrative, this world, your future circumstances. Your actions of self preservation that have caused great harm. And ultimately, you hate yourself.
#hate is strong strong word but you get what im going for#i find it fascinating that when sqq does something hurtful or jerky he blames the original flavor sqq in him.#he starts trash talking sj but really hes being hard on himself#i also think its incredibly human of him to continue to disliking sj after seeing his past. i think thats so cool!!#because thats what we would do in his situation! “aww you had a bad childhood? that sucks but you hurt someone i cared about.”#“sorry that happened to you but also screw you”#gosh i love sqq so much i want to study him like a bug#sorry if this post doesnt make sense or is not totally accurate. i dont have book 3 on hand rn.#svsss#shen qingqiu#shen jiu#shen yuan#scum villains self saving system
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Hey, squeaker! (/affectionate /p)
I don't normally do stuff like this but I saw you liked Aizetsu and Gyutaro as a QPR and I have shipped them in secret since before I saw that. So it made my day to find. As an aro-spec person, I don't really see QPRs talked about much either and most people kind of just don't care about them as a result.
Anyway,
-> the actual point of my submission is that you recently reblogged one of my arts with the tag "good luck charm" as you were denoting affection to it for helping to uplift your mood during difficult times. It really warmed my heart, so I wanted to make something intentionally for you in that vein of "good luck charm".
I know your original tags were in reference to an endouma doodle, but I wanted to toss you something for one of your rarer pairings. (I was shocked to see it in the wild!! /pos)
Hope your week gets better, man!
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I COULD COMPLETELY BURST INTO TEARS,!!!!!!! THEYRE SUCH DORK ASSES I hope someone stuffs them both in lockers they probably already do it to eachother as some odd affection ritual. Weirdos. OBSESSED.. sincerely I do not have the words to describe how MUCH I appreciate this 😭😭😭! Since you sent this things have thankfully gotten better so thank you!! Your charm worked!! (Things are still scary and new! But im feeling much better :-})
actually I am drawing a little something right now for you .holdon.
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they're stargazing :-}.. I have so many little things in my head of these two but I wanted to make something quick right this second in exchange because AGWAA!!IM GRATEFUL!! I'll keep them close to my heart for EVER💥💥💥💥💥💥💥
#good luck charm#i adore how you draw Aizetsus facesososo.. i need to see him taking the worlds heaviest nap foreely.#theyre so NASTY!!!! united in grossness its good for them in a way its healthy#BUT YEAH I DIDNT SAY IT IN YHE POST ITSELF CUZ I GET NERBOUS TO RAMBLE UP THERE BUT QPR SND MAKING QPPS IS SOOO IMPORTANT TO ME#it forever makes me sad that people dont really care about it/care to learn what qpr is even about and its like!!!#pLEASE ROMANCE AND PLATONICISM MY HEART MY SOUL! !#i have a lot of qprs that mean a whole lot to me and this is definitely one that makes me giddy because as a concept its just.really fun#they both are shitheads a little but theyre also kinda feircely protective in their own rights so its a push and pull of trying to show off#while also trying to not have the combined emotional adeptness of a shelter dog#in other words they are like specimens to me.. studys them under.microscope..#agagagaga ANYWAYS EEEK. THANK YOU. IVERY MUCH APPRECIATE IT#i saw it earlier in the week and got super emotional but got too sidetracked to have the time to say anything but hiccup. cry. sniffle.#thought about it the .entire time...#explodes this entire website#UGHHH TYTYTYTYTYTY 💥🙇💥🙇💥🙇#gonna need to add staring wistfully at this and various endoumas to my self care routine inthink. good for my health#grhsekeke squeaker....#cw fast gif#<- jic!#that gif gets such a giggle out of me im fascinated by it
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Back on my ice road truckers grindset
#its great to have on in the background when im doing complicated crochet#its also a fascinating anthropological study of the north american self-proclaimed 'alpha male'#rambles
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random question that i’ve been thinking about
#this question is not implying covid is over! i just mean compared to pre outbreak#i guess tracking response to disease media over the course of covid 2020-2023 wld be fascinating too#im wondering bc sometimes i just immediately see something is about pandemic and cannot make myself check it out#but sometimes thats bc its post 2020 and feels like cheap shot at getting attn#but sometimes pre 2020 its too eerie or too inaccurate yknow#other times its just like how many cheap shots they try to make toward covid#for further self context i study infectious disease so its not#real world stuff that bothers me
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I do feel hate (i don't feel sorry)
#she sucks so much I'm obsessed with her#wanna study her like a bug#girl there is something very wrong with you (judgmental but fascinated)#gotta respect her Commitment To The Bit in S1#She wouldn't even apologize for her girlfriend!!! For true love!!!#Self destruction at its finest#go queen fuck yoself over I am watching in utter captivation#yasmine cobra kai
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finished reading "The Intimate Adventures of a London Call Girl". Fascinating book/collection of blog posts. Well and compellingly written. I felt like the author was holding me at arm's length emotionally and mentally but tbh I didn't want to be held any closer. thank you internet archive for the read
#The anecdote that stuck with me most was the part about her reading a novel#not expecting to really connect to it#but connecting with it deeply and crying at the end of it...#and then reading it over and over to remind herself that she did actually have emotions#oh god and the part where a guy said “i love you” to her on the 2ND DATE#AND THEY WERENT FRIENDS BEFORE OR ANYTHING...#so embarassing glad she didnt get more deeply involved w him#also “the Boy” gave me the creeeeeppssss#idk maybe its bc im a lesbian but my god#i just felt like the author lives with no fear at all#i almost wonder if shes a quote un quote sociopath#NOT because shes sex driven. fuck no#if she were a dude shed just be a playboy which is why i suspect shes friends with mostly men. sex is just not an emotionally intimate thin#for her. usually#but because she mentions herself lacking empathy for others at several points in the book#and is doing a phd in forensic psych (this is from wikipedia) which involves a lot of separating yourself from your studies#AND because she doesn't have much interest or emotional attachment in anyone's inner life but her own#which she is self aware about and which is FINE!!#anyways it was fascinating reading a book by someone whose primary drives and lived experience#are so incredibly different from my own#txt
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TWO INJURED SEA COMBS CAN FUSE INTO A SINGLE ENTITY, AND THRIVE
In a surprising new discovery, scientists have found that two injured individuals of Mnemiopsis leidyi, a species of comb jellies or ctenophores, can fuse into a single entity. This phenomenon, which challenges our typical understanding of biological processes, reveals just how remarkable these planktonic creatures truly are.
Ctenophores, known for their translucent beauty and delicate movement in the ocean, appear to lack a mechanism called allorecognition—the ability to distinguish between self and non-self. This means that, when two comb jellies are injured and placed close together, they can merge, not just physically, but also functionally. Their nervous systems combine, allowing them to share nerve signals (or action potentials), and even their digestive systems become one.
The discovery was made by Dr. Jokura and his team, who were observing comb jellies in a seawater tank. After removing parts of their lobes and placing them side by side, they were astonished to see 9 out of 10 injured comb jellies fuse to form a single organism. Even more fascinating, the newly formed organism survived for at least three weeks, with its muscle contractions fully synchronized within just two hours. The digestive system also fused, enabling food taken in by one mouth to travel through their shared canal and exit through both anuses—although not at the same time!
While the exact benefits of this fusion are still unclear, the researchers believe that studying this phenomenon could provide valuable insights into how organisms integrate nervous systems and even how tissue regeneration occurs. It may also offer clues about immune system functions in species where the lines between individual organisms become blurred.
This discovery offers a glimpse into the hidden potential of the ocean’s lesser-known inhabitants, challenging what we think we know about biological boundaries and cooperation.
Video: Kei Jokura
Reference: Jakura et al., 2024. Rapid physiological integration of fused ctenophores. Current Biology
#Mnemiopsis leidyi#what?#ctenophora#combjellie#science#marine science#biology#marine biology#sciblr#scienceblr
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Post-Canon! Megumi is a university student. His friends think he needs a break from all the curses and fighting so he can finally heal. Yuji says its a chance for Megumi to find the person who'll Megumi want to live for. Nobara says that even if he doesn't find anyone, they've already sacrificed so much; they need some kind of backup plan in case they ever need to leave the front lines. In truth, Yuji and Nobara just want to spend their youth exploring normal human things, and Megumi honestly can’t fault them. He doesn’t understand it but he doesn’t want to be left behind. So he tags along because.. well.. what else is he supposed to do?
Post-Canon! Megumi doesn’t know what to study. So he picks up a little bit of everything. He creates a schedule that fits his self-applied expectations and overachieving tendencies, going well above and beyond full-time studies. He keeps his mind occupied so he doesn't have to think about how hard it is to blend in, make new friends, and be human. (Un)fortunately, Yuji and Nobara don't let him avoid the campus life forever.
Post-Canon! Megumi builds a routine he finds satisfactory which includes studying, gym, late night parties and nerdy book clubs. Hell he picks up anything that makes him forget about curses and being a sorcerer. He promised himself he would be 'normal' while at uni and he promised his friends. University life may not be Megumi's calling but he wasn't about to let his friends down. So he does everything to avoid things that would tempt him back.
Post-Canon! Megumi notices you the second you enter one of his classes. He can tell you are a sorcerer and instantly determines he doesn't want anything to do with you. He tries to make himself invisible, hunched down, reading a book. Despite his closed body language, his eyes flicker over to you occasionally, although he quickly catches himself and goes straight back to reading.
Post-Canon! Megumi is surprised when you approach his desk- one of the few remaining seats near the front. How you politely ask if you can sit beside him even though he doesn’t own the seat makes him unsure, fascinated, yet flustered. “Sure”, he replies, then a second later, grabs his bag, stands, and walks out of the class minutes. He leaves minutes before the start, skipping his first class ever. He knows he’s being rude; he knows he undoubtedly embarrassed you. But he can’t get mixed up with Jujutsu- not when he started liking uni.
Post-Canon! Megumi swears he sees you everywhere and avoids you like the plague. Yet his eyes always seek you out, and his brain takes note of every little thing about you, from the casual sweatpants and hoodie you wear to morning classes to how you’re dolled up at late-night parties. Your laugh, your make-up, the perfume you wear, depending on your mood- he notices it all. He feels all sorts of emotions when he sees you yet squelches those in the far back of his mind. No, he keeps his distance even as you get close to Yuji and Nobara. If you three are eating together, he’ll skip lunch, if you three are hanging out, he’ll cancel last minute. Sometimes, his friends let him get away with it- but more often than not, Yuji or Nobara see right through him and force him to sit beside you. And the awkwardness can be cut through with a knife.
Post-Canon! Megumi notices when you’ve been out hunting curses. It’s the faint linger of cursed energy and the distinct smell on you that he pickles up. He notices when there’s a tiny limp in your step. He notices when you’re tired and when you’re practically burned out; the way your eyes drop during the teacher's lecture; the way you scribble down your homework mere minutes before submission, or the way you stress about not being able to buy the course literature before the first assignment is due by poking at your lunch and not answering Nobara. So he leaves his books out before going to the bathroom, knowing Yuji and Nobara will push you to take pictures of the few pages you need.
Post-Canon! Megumi swears he is done with being a sorcerer and that he doesn’t want to have anything to do with curses. Yet when he sees you stumbling out of your dorm room, in your jujutsu get up, barely able to keep your eyes open, he can’t help the pang of worry in his chest. He swears he is done being a sorcerer, even as his feet carry him to follow you..
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Astro observation (part 2)
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✨ For entertainment purposes only, enjoy ✨
✨ MASTERLIST
✨ ASTRO OBS. (PART 1)
🔥 Taurus sun individuals usually eat slowly and savor their food enjoying each bite. They dislike being rushed during meals.
🔥 Sagittarius rising peoples thrive on variety in their excercise routine. They might regularly switch between different types of workouts to keep things interesting.
🔥 Capricorn rising peoples might enjoy dishes like roasted meats , stews and well balanced meals that provide both comfort and nourishment.
🔥 Sagittarius sun - very good in mathematics and calculation.
🔥 Groom conjunct your vertex/ Hera asteroid in draconic synastry can indicate they being your spouse/ you have a soul tie with them.
🔥 I have seen many Libra 12th house peoples often have people pleasing tendencies and have problems with creating healthy boundaries.
🔥 11th House mars people's communication style with friends can be direct and assertive, which can sometimes come across as agressive if not managed carefully.
🔥 Mercury in its debilitated sign ( Pisces) individuals may struggle with tasks that require precision, detailed analysis or strict logic.
🔥 I have seen when someone's 9th lord in their 12th house or vice versa , they often marry people from other states, cultures, and countries .
🔥 Aries moons can be quick to anger but also quick to forgive and forget.
🔥 juno in 7th house of Groom persona chart means your fs is your wish fulfilment, ( dreams come true 👀)
🔥 Virgo placements may excel in stock market.
🔥 Aries placements tend to tackle problems head on with immediate action. They prefer to address issues rather than letting them linger or escalate.
🔥 water placements are obsessed with beaches and coastal environments , where Earth signs with mountains.
🔥 I have also seen this many water placements either love water areas or hate it. There's no in between. I have seen cancer moons/ Pisces rising peoples having thalassophobia.
🔥 in Vedic astrology, Rahu in 7th house / rahu conjunct Venus/ rahu conjunct 7th lord indicates foreign spouse.
🔥 Webb asteroid in natal 11th house is self explanatory 🙃.
🔥 prey Asteroid ( 6157) in 4th house individuals often see their home as refuge where they can shield themselves from outside world. If it's negative side manifests in someone's life then there might be themes of feeling vulnerable or taking advantage within the family and home environment.
🔥 Gemini placements individuals are often misunderstood by peoples.
🔥 cancer moons emotional up and downs can weaken their immune system , making them more vulnerable to infections.
🔥 Scorpio placements likes to feel in control of their surroundings and emotions and they fear situations where they feel powerless.
🔥 Aquarius mars peoples value their independence highly and can be quite stubborn about doing things their way.
🔥 Jupiter in Aquarius people may involved in activism , volunteering or supporting charitable organisations.
🔥water moons , Capricorn placements often prone to depression.
🔥 Venus in Capricorn peoples may fear being vulnerable or getting hurt , which is why they often appear guarded more in relationships.
🔥 Aries mars often have fear of rejection . If they sense any hint of rejection they might quickly pull back or move on to avoid facing their fear.
🔥Pluto in Sagittarius peoples maybe fascinated by esoteric subjects, occult and hidden truths. This interest in the mystical and unknown can lead them to explore astrology, tarot or other metaphysical studies.
🔥 Asteroid Medusa conjunct midheaven in natal chart means this individual's career may dealing with controversial and taboo subjects , leading to transformation and growth. They could work in fields related to psychology, healing, crisis management or any area that requires confronting difficult truths.
🔥 Asteroid Born conjunct juno in synastry suggest a relationship that feels spiritually significant , with a strong sense of being " meant to be" or karmic linked.
🔥 Hera asteroid conjunct sun in synastry means the Hera person might view the sun person as an ideal partner, seeing them as someone can commit to for the long term . This aspect can indicate a relationship that has potential to lead to marriage or a deep , committed relationship.
Thanks for reading 🖤
- piko ✨
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。°✩ for academic purposes only .ᐟ.ᐟ
Every month Ford experiences the same cycle: scientific curiosity, self-restraint and complete obliteration. He should’ve known better
tags: nsfw, Ford Pines aka uterus researcher, established relationship, nerdy Ford, periods, cycle, journaling, mentions of sex, period sex, breeding kink if u squint, Ford's notes
i would like to personally thank the female reproductive system bc this is the only reason this fic exists
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JOURNAL ENTRY — CYCLE ANALYSIS BY DR. STANFORD F. PINES, PH.D. (MULTIPLE FIELDS), AUTHOR OF JOURNALS 1, 2 AND 3, MAN OF SCIENCE, CURRENTLY IN AN INCREDIBLY GRATIFYING AND SCIENTIFICALLY ENLIGHTENING RELATIONSHIP.
SUBJECT: (your name), hereafter referred to as my darling, my sweetheart, my love, my starlight (edit later, leave for now), follows a standard 28-day cycle, but their body’s response to each stage is something i cannot help but study with rapt fascination
STUDY FOCUS: menstrual cycle behavioural & physiological analysis (personal, HIGHLY CONFIDENTIAL!!!)
OBSERVATIONAL PERIOD: (start date - present)
FOR SCIENCE & DEFINITELY NOT BECAUSE I’M OBSESSED
INTRODUCTION:
oh, my starlight, if you ever find this... i am a dead man. but in the interest of science (and, let’s be honest, my own hopeless fascination with you), i must document this properly. perhaps i should hide it somewhere impenetrable, but then again, i do enjoy re-reading my notes and recalling particularly... captivating instances. must deliberate further.
the goal of this entry? to analyse, in the most thorough and detailed manner possible, the profound effects of your cycle, particularly your most intimate needs and behaviours!
(personal note: this is entirely scientific. definitely. well. mostly. fine, i just want to remember every last detail of you and the way you change through each phase, but can you blame me? you are the most enthralling subject i have ever studied.)
It is a truth universally acknowledged that i, Stanford Filbrick Pines, have been fortunate enough to conduct one of the most fascinating, perplexing and occasionally overwhelming studies of my entire academic career. This, of course, refers to the ongoing, deeply personal and intensively hands-on analysis of my partner's menstrual cycle and its profound effects on both their physiology and our shared... extracurricular activities.
(hands-on research is, naturally, a critical aspect of any thorough investigation. i am, above all, a diligent scientist.)
HYPOTHESIS: her cycle influences not only her physiological state but our shared activities in ways that, if charted correctly, could allow for optimal... performance calibration.
(note: i should really not phrase it like that. sounds terribly perverse. i am a scientist, not a deranged old man. though, considering my reaction to certain phases of this cycle i fear i may be both)
PHASE ONE: FOLLICULAR (DAYS 1-14, PRE-OVULATION)
The luteinizing hormone (lh) surge initiates ovulation and its effects on behaviour are undeniable.
PHYSIOLOGICAL OBSERVATIONS INCLUDE:
• Estrogen levels increase, this means brighter eyes and faster speech. Energy levels rise noticeably, leading to an increase in spontaneous affectionate behavior as hand-holding, lap-sitting, casual nudity. I am holding myself together. barely
• Playful disposition increases, resulting in (very welcome) teasing remarks, touches, and moments of flirtation.
• My sweetheart is adorable, she moves so much. Paces while talking, gestures wildly, kisses me mid-sentence before running off to do something else.
(PERSONAL NOTE: My partner's thighs. have i ever properly documented my fascination with them? i should dedicate a separate entry. but her thighs during this phase are soft and firm, strong but yielding. When she wraps them around my waist, i momentarily lose my ability to process coherent thought.)
Arousal is present but manageable. My love enjoys teasing, initiating long, drawn-out foreplay, but not rushing into things. A preference for languid, exploratory touches, lazy morning sex where she can take her time riding me while still half-asleep.
PREFERRED POSITIONS & BEHAVIORAL NOTES:
• Tends to straddle me while talking, seemingly unaware of its effects. (This is a problem, i cannot concentrate.)
• Kisses are more playful than desperate.
• Lower cervix position = deeper penetration is easier, but subject’s own preference leans toward grinding rather than thrusting.
Overall: delightful Somewhat distracting, but so attractive.
PHASE TWO: OVULATORY PHASE (DAYS 14–17, PEAK FERTILITY)
PERSONAL NOTE: Oh. Oh no. Oh yes.
I am a mere man, defenseless against these biochemical weapons of seduction.
PHYSIOLOGICAL OBSERVATIONS INCLUDE:
• touch frequency escalates, subject initiates physical contact at a staggering (and frankly overwhelming) rate, often in seemingly innocuous ways that, due to my unfortunate hypersensitivity to her presence, result in considerable mental derailment.
• spontaneous arousal occurrences, seemingly triggered by voice depth, prolonged eye contact or even minor dominance cues
• her behaviour changes entirely. she becomes insatiable. restless. demanding.
• physical responsiveness is heightened, tactile stimulation along the spine, lower abdomen or inner thighs elicits a near-instantaneous shivering reaction.
• specific positional preferences emerge:
deep, cervix-targeting angles become more desirable, despite previous sensitivities.
• my darling climbs onto my lap, straddles me, kisses me until i can no longer form coherent thoughts. (note: i have, on three separate occasions, nearly dropped whatever i was holding due to this. once, it was coffee. another time, a priceless extraterrestrial artefact. the third time, my own dignity.)
PERSONAL NOTE: i find myself gravitating toward her like a man under some primitive compulsion.
PERSONAL NOTE: she told me, quite bluntly, that she “needs to feel me ruin her“ and then proceeded to climb into my lap and grind against me until i blacked out momentarily. truly, i have never been more in love.
OBSERVABLE SIGNS OF OVULATION:
• skin luminescence enhancement (note: skin is glowing. literally. did i hallucinate that? no. confirmed under direct lighting. biologically unfair!)
• heightened blood circulation leads to noticeably rosier cheeks, increased nipple sensitivity and a subtle but consistent warmth in the lower abdominal region.
• cervix sits higher, softens significantly; vaginal walls remain in a persistent state of involuntary contraction. arousal response time is astoundingly low, mere seconds of stimulation elicit immediate lubrication. (note: nearly passed out the first time i confirmed this.)
• body appears primed for contact; she leans into touch more, presses against me absentmindedly, makes these little “ah” whimpering noises if i pull away. (note: this is devastatingly effective at reducing my cognitive function to near-zero.)
MORE BEHAVIOURAL OBSERVATIONS:
• heightened assertiveness (dear god.)
• sustained eye contact (i am sweating.)
• subconscious body language cues, what means increased proximity-seeking, enhanced hip sway while walking (i am so normal about this. so incredibly normal.)
• direct verbal cues. e.g. "Ford, come here. sit down. let me straddle you." (???????)
• tactile seeking: my darling cannot stop touching me. fingers constantly curled into my clothes, tracing my chest, sliding under my coat. at one point, she pressed her face against my neck, inhaled deeply and whined. (note: i lost the ability to speak for a full minute.)
• vocabulary exhibits a marked increase in expletives and breathier, higher-pitched intonations. (example: during an encounter last night, she gripped my wrist, dragged my hand between her legs, and in a very insistent tone, said: “Ford, please, please, i need you, i need your mouth, your fingers, fuck, do something“ )
MORE DIRECT QUOTES FROM SUBJECT:
"Ford, if you don’t fuck me right now, i am going to lose my goddamn mind."
"I need you inside me. Now. No, i said now, why are you taking notes, oh my god—“
Unintelligible noises followed by what i can only describe as a feral growl.
PERSONAL NOTE TO SELF:
• do not attempt to maintain professional detachment. it is already lost.
• i swear, my starlight could ask me to hand over my life's work in exchange for kissing her ankle and i would do it without hesitation.
Most devastatingly, she becomes particularly receptive to deeper penetration and—
(note: pause. breathe. do not combust while writing this.)
The increased cervical softening allows for an absolutely devastating depth. She can take every inch of me, every grind against her cervix without discomfort. In fact, she moans for it! Begs for it, pulls me closer, gasping into my mouth, her nails biting into my back, telling m—
(note: take a cold shower.)
Scientifically speaking, her body is in peak condition for conception... and im fully aware of this fact, because every time she tightens around me, i—
(note: for god’s sake, Stanford, edit this later.)
EXPERIMENTAL OBSERVATION: INTERCOURSE DURING OVULATION
PERSONAL NOTE: i am not a young man but good lord.
SECONDARY PERSONAL NOTE: i need to start doing cardiovascular training if this is going to continue.
By compellingly, sexual appetite during this phase escalates significantly. Vocalisations become more uninhibited, involuntary muscle contractions increase, lubrication levels heighten and orgasmic response is intensified.
additional note: psychological implications are equally profound. subject’s confidence peaks, decision-making speed increases, and overall emotional resilience is heightened.
my sweetheart looked in the mirror today and said she looks beautiful. so proud of my love!:)
TEST ENVIRONMENT: my bedroom
SUBJECT STATE: ovulatory phase, heightened sensory sensitivitу
FORD PINES STATE: near-critical (hypothesis: excessive arousal may cause cognitive collapse. further testing required.)
POSING & ANGLES ANALYSIS:
BACK-ARCHED, HIPS LIFTED (MISSIONARY VARIANT)
• her legs wrap around my waist immediately, locking me in place. (potential psychological factor: subconscious desire for security??? note: must investigate further. once i regain coherent thought post-orgasm)
• verbal responses increase by 63%. (examples: "oh my god, oh my god, Ford—“ , “please, please, deeper—“, ”you feel so fucking good—“ etc.)
• cervical pressure is heightened (noted increase in breathy whimpers + desperate fingernail digging into my back)
• direct quote: “Ford, oh my god, deeper, i can feel you in my stomach—” (instant system failure on my end.)
• notable reaction when wrists are pinned above her head triggers rapid pulse, dilated pupils, small, breathy "oh—oh, god—" sounds. (note: physically difficult to maintain composure. potential solution: don’t maintain composure at all.)
• deep penetration, cervix stimulation. position: legs over shoulders. mating press, I think it’s called? anyways. EFFECT: immediate physiological surrender. my darling trembles, clutches at my arms, lets out a breathless, high-pitched little whines and, frankly, i nearly black out from how tight she gets. (note: jesus Ford.)
FACESITTING (I am a ruined man.)
• her hands in my hair, breathy little moans every time my tongue moves. (note: muscle control significantly reduced. fascinating!!)
• grip on my hair tightens when i lap at her clit. (involuntary response: bucking forward. possibly subconscious attempt at deeper pressure?)
• when i grab her waist and press her down harder, she makes this high and loud moan. (note: if i were a weaker man, i would be dead now)
STRADDLING, HIPS ROLLED FORWARD (COWGIRL VARIANT)
• optimal clitoral stimulation (highly enjoyable for both parties)
• direct quote: “Just—just let me use you, okay?”
ON HER SIDE, LEG HOOKED OVER MY SHOULDER
• deep angle, excessive wetness and overwhelming intimacy
• one of our favourite
• direct quote: “mmh, feels so good like this—so full.” (i nearly perished.)
BACKSHOT POSITION (EXTENDED DEEP-PENETRATION STUDY):
• initial hypothesis: deeper angle = greater cervical stimulation = heightened pleasure response
• confirmed within seconds. (note: DEAR GOD)
• subject reaction was immediate, sharp gasp upon first thrust. “f—fuck, Ford—ahh, god, right there—” (approx. 5 seconds in.)
“harder—please, please, deeper—“ (approx. 10 seconds in.)
loss of verbal coherence entirely (approx. 20 seconds in.)
• secondary observation: gripping her hips tighter makes her whimper. lifting her slightly higher makes her sob. both are important scientific findings!!
CERVICAL & WOMB-BASED RESPONSES:
• during ovulation, cervix sits higher and softens.
hypothesis: so subject can take deeper penetration with heightened pleasure rather than discomfort!
• confirmed within minutes. (note: will require many, many additional tests.)
• increased suction effect!! vaginal walls clench rhythmically, pulling me deeper. (note: brain ceased function entirely.)
• post-orgasm aftershocks. body remains hypersensitive, resulting in continued involuntary clenching even after climax
ADDITIONAL PHENOMENA:
• reduced patience for direct verbal requests for “breeding,” “filling,” “stuffing,” and other absolutely ruinous terminology.
• noteworthy psychological change. my darling displays an urgent need for full mating contact, requesting (or rather, insisting) that i “stay inside her” for extended periods following climax.
• direct cervical stimulation leads to involuntary whimpering, eye rolling, toe-curling and full-body tremors.
• personal weakness: gasping "right there, right there, right there" when i find the precise angle.
• frequent biting. of me. everywhere. lip marks on my neck, my lips, collarbone. teeth sinking into my shoulder while she’s clenching around me. (i am barely holding myself together.)
• if whispered praise is added (e.g., "you’re so good for me, sweetheart. taking me so perfectly."), subject exhibits full-body shudder and involuntary clenching.
DAY 15. ovulatory window confirmed. direct quote: “Ford, darling, put a baby in me.”........
oh. oh no. at that moment, i momentarily lost all ability to form rational thought. my cognitive processes flatlined. my only active function was a reaction i cannot, in good conscience, document further.
DIRECT RESPONSE (APPROXIMATE, AS MEMORY WAS COMPROMISED): incoherent groan and desperate, feral sort of growl.
PSYCHOLOGICAL IMPACT AFTER INTIMATE INTERCOURSE
• my sweetheart exhibits increased need for physical closeness, wrapping arms around me, nuzzling against my chest, making small, satisfied sounds
• ..... notably, i appear to be suffering the same symptoms
CLIMAX ANALYSIS (Stanford its 4 am, go to slee-)
• observable full-body tremors. internal muscular spasms. impossible to quantify pleasure levels. scale is inadequate.
• immediate cognitive dysfunction:
post-ejaculation speech delay (~12 seconds).
• loss of motor function (i collapse.)
• mild dissociation... ("did that happen in real life or was that an interdimensional hallucination?")
my partner's response: laughter and lots of kisses to my jaw and cheeks
PHASE THREE: LUTEAL PHASE (DAYS 17–28, PRE MENSTRUAL)
my darling gets so sensitive, becomes more prone to snuggling, less prone to teasing. libido fluctuates, but when it spikes, it is sudden and intense.
PERSONAL NOTE: there is nothing more arousing than her needy little whines when she pulls my hands to her chest and begs me to touch her...
NOTABLE BEHAVIOURAL PATTERNS:
• my love's body craves touch, warmth and closeness. she nuzzles into me, sighs when i wrap my arms around her. she likes to lay against my chest, my hand on her stomach, whispering soft praises
• partner exhibits heightened emotional sensitivity, cravings for both physical closeness and specific foods (namely chocolate, pickles, and, perplexingly, peanut butter straight from the jar.)
PERSONAL NOTE: she wrapped herself around me like a koala for two hours yesterday. i had work to do. i did none of it! none!
• sexual behaviour, as mentioned earlier, changes too. desire remains, but preference for gentler stimulation, extended foreplay, full-body contact. intimacy rather than urgency
• preference for slow, deep sex love making. (lengthy sessions. multiple orgasms. excessive praise.) strong desire for full-body contact. (chest to chest, fingers tangled, whispered affirmations.)
• occasional bursts of frustration where she demands to be "fucked properly" (????)
PROGESTERONE RISES, INCLUDING:
• metabolic increase when subject’s caloric intake rises; a preference for carbohydrate-dense, sodium-rich foods emerges, possibly due to fluctuating serotonin levels! (personal note: adorable little thing)
PET NAMES INTRODUCED DURING THIS PERIOD:
“sweetheart” (first observed: day 19, after she clung to my arm for 45 minutes and refused to let go while I was attempting to type.)
“honey” (first observed: day 22, when she started nesting in my sweater like a small irritated woodland creature)
“my love” (first observed: day 25, whispered against her hair while she buried herself under the covers and only emerged when I bribed her with hot chocolate)
"my poor, sweet, overdramatic thing" (day 26, when she claimed she was “literally dying” because I made her get out of bed for two minutes)
MORE OBSERVATIONS:
• subject requires constant touch, if no direct contact is made, pouting will occur.
• breasts become unbearably sensitive. (this has led to certain.... incidents. in which i was scolded for touching when i was explicitly given permission. this is unfair!)
PREFERRED POSITIONS & BEHAVIOURAL NOTES:
• will climb onto me at any given opportunity. (even while i am working.)
• slow, deep wnd intimate contact. heavy emphasis on cervical stimulation, warmth, closeness.
• soft praise required. frequent affirmations, reassurances. (she is particularly receptive to hearing how “beautiful” she is. which is, frankly, an objective truth.)
PERSONAL NOTE: her emotional state during this time, I ADORE IT. my darling needs comfort, touch and reassurance, and, well, i am only human. if she asks me to hold her, i will. if she asks me to lay on top of her and just be warm, i will. if she tells me she wants to feel full, wants to feel every inch of me keeping her safe wants me to tell her how much she is loved... well.
SECONDARY PERSONAL NOTE: she really, really likes when i call her “smart girl”
PERSONAL NOTE: i have no complaints. zero. none. absolutely none :)
MENSTRUAL PHASE (DAYS 1–5, ACTIVE BLEEDING)
initially, i had hypothesized that sexual activity during this phase would be uncomfortable or at the very least, unappealing to the subject. i was incorrect.
shedding of the endometrial lining initiates vascular dilation, heightened temperature and uterine contractions.
PRIMARY OBSERVATIONS INCLUDE:
• temperature regulation is disrupted, subject experiences fluctuations between feverish warmth and sudden chills. skin remains notably softer during this phase
• muscular fatigue, increased joint tension, my darling often seeks massage therapy, sustained compression (weighted blankets, my own body weight), and slow movement assistance.
• experiences waves of pain and discomfort, interspersed with unexpected surges of desire.
• blood viscosity is fascinating!!!!! color shifts from bright red (early days) to a deeper hue with occasional clotting (mid-phase). i have documented firsthand how the consistency changes during... se- various activities.
My sweetheart currently suffering the full physiological impact of uterine lining detachment, fluctuating between lethargy, irritability and an insatiable craving for attention, pressure, and snacks.
SCIENTIST’S DUTIES DURING THIS TIME:
• food preparation (nutrient-rich, iron-replenishing meals)
• pressure application (via full-body weight or strategic abdominal massages)
• endless patience (tested frequently)
EXPERIMENTAL CULINARY TRIALS
Partners nutritional intake fluctuates wildly during this phase. one moment, she craves salt; the next, sugar. she has, at times, demanded both simultaneously (a truly confounding biological mystery).
DAY 2 OF MENSTRUATION. my partner appeared lethargic, burrowed into blankets, making small, distressed noises whenever she moved
direct quote: “Ford, if i don’t get mac & cheese in the next ten minutes, i will die.”
counterargument: “you literally just ate an entire chocolate bar, honey”
Partner’s rebuttal: long, drawn-out groan followed by burrowing deeper and a tragic little sigh of suffering.
conclusion: i made the mac & cheese. i am weak
PERSONAL NOTE: my darling told me, quite shamelessly, that orgasms help her cramps. i told her, quite honestly, that i would be happy to conduct further research in this area ;)
DIRECT QUOTES FROM SUBJECT:
“Ford, it helps the cramps, please, this is literally medical.”
“Mmm, you’re so warm. No! don’t move, just stay inside me like that.”
SECONDARY PERSONAL NOTE: the psychological aspect of this is fascinating! the hormonal interplay of pain relief, emotional vulnerability, and deep, physical intimacy is something i should, theoretically, analyse further.
QUATERNARY PERSONAL NOTE: if i am not careful, i am going to end up proposing to this person during a study session.
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Nicolae Minovici is known as the doctor who hanged himself for science.
He had studied at the Faculty of Medicine and Bucharest where he developed a keen interest in forensic medicine and criminology. He was particularly fascinated in the changes in the body during violent deaths, especially hanging which was a common form of execution at the time.
After his graduation, he founded the first Institute of Legal Medicine in Bucharest and his work laid the foundation for modern forensic practices in Romania and influenced the development of criminology and forensic pathology in Europe.
Among his contributions to science was his experiments in hangings. In an effort to understand the physical and physiological effects of hanging, Minovici decided to conduct experiments on himself. Beginning in 1904, he hanged himself multiple times under controlled conditions. To avoid death, he used a system of ropes and pulleys that allowed him to control the pressure exerted on his neck.
The results of Minovici's self-experiments were groundbreaking. He described the sensations he experienced during hanging, including a tightening sensation in the throat, severe headaches, vision changes, and an overwhelming feeling of impending death. He also observed that the face quickly became congested and discolored due to the interruption of blood flow, a condition known as facial cyanosis.
Minovici's work contributed valuable insights into the mechanics of hanging and its effects on the body. His findings were published in a monograph titled Studies on Hanging, which became an important reference for forensic scientists and criminologists. His research helped to better understand the processes of asphyxiation and the physical signs of hanging, which were crucial for accurate post-mortem examinations in cases of suspected hanging.
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No One Will Notice
Chapter 1
Ao3 - Masterlist
Summary: It had been nearly an entire day since Emmrich's wonderful date with Rook in the Memorial Gardens, but he couldn't help but worry that he had left a less-than-favorable impression. Especially given the disastrously awkward end to the evening.
Relationships: Emmrich x Female!Rook
Rating: Explicit (18+) for eventual smut.
Word Count: 3.7k
Tags: Kitchen make-outs, romance, fluff, age-gap, relationship discussion about aforementioned age-gap, gratuitous overthinking.
The small, antique clock atop the fireplace in Emmrich’s room ticked away another minute, and it felt like it was taunting him. Reminding him that he had made next to no progress in reviewing a colleague’s latest book based on studies of lesser known and rare spirits. A fascinating topic, and one that he had been looking forward to reading, but he couldn’t focus.
He hadn’t been able to focus on anything. Not on the book in his lap, or his lessons with Manfred. His mind even wandered off whilst in the middle of corpse-whispering. His date with Isera in the Memorial Gardens last night had consumed his every thought.
It played over and over again in his mind like a carousel of ephemeral memories. Most of which were quite pleasant — Isera’s red painted lips as she smiled at him from across the table, the huskiness of her voice and the lightness of her laughter, the way her fingers played with his as she wordlessly asked to hold his hand, her soft moan when he captured her mouth with his…
The phantom of her touch lingered on his lips like a schoolboy who had their very first kiss. He swore he could still smell her perfume when he closed his eyes — a delicate mix of sandalwood and jasmine that he had inhaled when he lavished her slender throat with his lips. His face warmed when he thought of how she had breathlessly whispered his name, and what she might have sounded like had they gone further.
But that moment just outside of her bedroom cut through his heated memories like a shard of ice.
In retrospect, he could have handled things much better, but he had simply panicked. Emmrich rubbed his eyes with his forefinger and thumb, exhaling deeply as he tried to ward off the chill of discomfiture, knowing he had let his nerves get the best of him. All because of a persistent, nagging thought — one that he had incorrectly presumed he had already come to terms with — decided to rear its head the moment Isera’s eyes invitingly flickered toward the bedroom door.
Self-consciousness, shame, and fear doused his lust and desire in an instant.
Twenty-seven years.
Isera was twenty-seven years younger than him. Her bright eyes, deep-green like winter conifers and framed with long lashes, had no signs of crow's feet, and there wasn’t a single strand of grey in her dark brown hair.
He was old enough to be her father, yet he had been treating her as he would someone around his own age the entire night. Like they were two grown adults on a lovely date, which they were, but…
What would other people think when they saw him and Isera together? Would they think he was some lecherous old man, manipulating a young woman who didn’t know any better into bed? Would they judge Isera for being attracted to him and accuse her of unsavory motivations?
People would talk, regardless of either his or Isera’s feelings or intentions toward one another. Moving too quickly would only feed the worst of the people who would see their relationship in bad faith.
More than his own reputation, he worried for hers. What if she hadn’t thought things through? What if she ended up regretting spending the night with him? Emmrich would never have been able to forgive himself.
So, instead of accepting the invitation that he had secretly been hoping for the entire night, he had taken a step back.
He needed to be cautious. He needed to take things slower than he would have liked. For both of their sakes.
A teasing specter of belated regret haunted him, replaying the moment he had pulled away from her. The moment the desire in Isera’s eyes was replaced with hurt and confusion. How her throat bobbed as she swallowed down his rejection. How she gave him a hollow smile when he blamed the late hour and the wine and the need to be responsible. Reasons that had nothing to do with her, or his feelings towards her.
He should have just been honest with her.
He should have at least tried to correct himself before he said goodnight. But the damage had already been done and he feared any immediate attempt to rectify the situation would seem disingenuous. So instead, he had pressed a kiss to her forehead, a feeble attempt at reassurance. Considering how small her voice sounded when she bid him goodnight, it didn’t do much good.
Emmrich closed the book in his lap and stared at the dwindling flames in the fireplace, resting his chin on his hand as he leaned against the arm of his chair. After hours of teasing touches and stolen kisses… oh, he couldn’t begin to imagine what Isera might think of him.
The best he could hope for was that Isera saw the whole interaction as nothing more than the faux pas that it was, and she was willing to forgive him for leading her on for the entire evening. Had he been in her shoes, he would probably be wracking his brain trying to figure out where things had gone wrong.
A log in the fireplace crackled, and Emmrich’s eyes followed a single bright orange ember as it blackened, burning out in the soot. If he didn’t talk to Isera soon, he feared his relationship with her might do the same.
They hadn’t spoken since they had parted ways last night. Emmrich hadn’t seen her at breakfast, or while he was assisting Bellara with one of her projects in the courtyard, or when he had spent an hour reading in the main library where he had secretly hoped he would catch her. Perhaps on her way into or out of her room, or the courtyard, or even the eluvian. Most days, he would have run into her at least once or twice, but not today.
Well, enough was enough. Emmrich stood from his chair and returned his colleague’s book to the bookshelf, knowing he was in no state to give it a proper review while Isera occupied his every thought. He needed to talk to her. The only reason he hadn’t done so sooner was that part of him had been hoping that Isera would have sought him out as she usually did, giving him some reassurance that everything was still okay between them.
But she hadn’t. And if she was upset with him, he needed to do whatever he could to try to ameliorate the situation.
That was, of course, if she still wanted him.
Emmrich turned to a small, ornate mirror he kept perched on a bookshelf and quickly checked over his reflection. “You’re being ridiculous,” he muttered to himself as he straightened his collar pin. “You just made a bit of a fool of yourself, that’s all. There is nothing to worry about. Isera will be perfectly understanding.”
Talking to himself helped soothe his anxiety, if only a little bit. Sometimes it was easier to put his problems into perspective by saying them aloud. What happened outside the bedroom was just a tiny hiccup in their relationship — a learning experience.
According to the clock above the fireplace, it was close to supper time. Provided that the cooking rotation hadn’t changed without him knowing, he knew he would find Isera in the kitchen making something delicious. Perhaps he could see if she required any assistance and, if they were alone, he could talk to her before the team all sat down to eat.
Ideally, he and Isera could have a productive conversation and everything would be good between them before their companions could suspect something was amiss.
He and Isera had yet to discuss how to broach the topic of their relationship with the rest of the team. It was so new, and it hadn’t seemed necessary. But he would hate for the others to find out in less than ideal circumstances. He would never hear the end of it.
Worry trickled into his stomach again at the thought of what their companions might think; an old man like himself in a relationship with a young woman like Isera…
Emmrich pushed those thoughts aside before they could catch a foothold in his mind. The others could think whatever they wanted to think. Isera was the only person he needed to be worried about. Everyone else’s opinion was secondary.
Isera was a grown woman, perfectly capable of making her own decisions about whose company she wished to keep. And she had shown that time and time again that she wanted him with her soft smiles, silken kisses and sweet words.
And it was high time he assured her that he still wanted her too.
—
Isera laid another thin sheet of pasta over her carefully measured dollops of a mushroom and ricotta mixture. She had made this recipe dozens of times, yet she had still made a few more mistakes while constructing the ravioli than she cared to admit. Nothing unsalvageable, but it did end up taking more time than she had expected.
Normally she would have picked something easier to make for the team than homemade pasta, but after her date with Emmrich ended somewhat awkwardly, she found herself craving some comfort food.
Her face heated as she remembered the mild panic on Emmrich’s face when he pulled away from her. It was as if he had suddenly realized he had forgotten something important — something that needed to be addressed immediately. But instead of telling her what that something was, he gave her a flimsy excuse about the late hour and walked away like he had other places to be.
It didn’t feel right. Not because he had turned her down, but it was more about the manner in which he did so. If he wasn’t comfortable with going further, she was perfectly fine with that. It simply seemed odd to her that they had been tiptoeing toward the bedroom the entire night only for him to turn tail once they got to the door.
Had she completely misread the situation? Her stomach fluttered at the memory of his hands on her hips, and the subtle roughness of his facial hair against her skin as his lips dragged down her neck to her collarbone.
Isera shook her head. Something happened. Something must have happened. She just didn’t know what. What was worse, she wasn’t even sure how to ask him about it. What could she say? Hey, I know you said you wanted to stop last night because it was late but I think that’s bullshit and you should tell me what was really going on?
There was a reason why none of her previous relationships had lasted very long, and it was mostly her own fault. Being direct and honest worked great for her professionally, but in interpersonal relationships or matters that required a more delicate touch, not so much. It was something she was working on.
Waiting for a pot of water to come to a boil, Isera leaned against the kitchen counter and took a sip from her glass of white wine. If Emmrich simply wasn’t ready to spend the night together, she wished he would have said as much. At least then she could stop fretting over whether or not she had done something wrong.
Whatever happened last night, more than anything, she hoped Emmrich was okay. She hoped she hadn’t made him uncomfortable, or made him feel pressured — that was the last thing she wanted. She hoped that the awkwardness was just new relationship jitters and nothing more.
She took another slow sip of wine—
“Isera, darling?”
The wine caught in the back of her throat. Turning away from the counter, she managed to swallow it down before breaking into a pathetic, barely stifled, coughing fit.
Yep, that was exactly the first thing she wanted him to see after last night. If he hadn’t been attracted to her before, he certainly would be now.
“Hi, Emmrich,” she croaked, her cheeks burning from nearly choking on her wine and her dignity.
“I didn’t mean to startle you, my dear,” he said with a warm chuckle as he approached. “Can I get you anything? Perhaps some water?”
Isera shook her head. Given her luck, she’d probably choke on the water too. “I’m good,” she said, catching her breath. “Let’s just pretend you didn’t see that.”
“You’ve nothing to be embarrassed about,” he said, smiling at her in a way that oddly made her feel a little better. At least, it made her feel like he wasn’t completely disgusted by her. “These sorts of things happen. I’ve certainly had my fair share of such moments.”
“You should tell me one of them. Just to make us even.”
“Oh, give it time,” he replied. “I’m certain things will even out in that department soon enough.”
A smile tugged on the corner of her lip at the implication; if he thought he would be around long enough to embarrass himself, perhaps she hadn’t turned him off from her after all.
“Dinner should be ready in the next half hour.” Isera turned her attention back to the pot of now boiling water. “I just have to finish up the sauce and cook the pasta.”
Emmrich’s hand brushed over the small of her back as he looked over her shoulder. “Is there anything I can do to provide some assistance,” he asked, his tone light and friendly, like there wasn’t a hint of anything wrong between them. “Though it seems like you’ve done most of the hard work. The pasta looks absolutely perfect, by the way.”
The compliment combined with his causal touch made her stomach do a funny little flip. “Thank you,” she said, sounding more composed than she felt. “If you want to cook the ravioli for me, that would be very helpful. We’ll have to cook them in a few batches.”
Emmrich pressed a brief kiss to the top of her head. “Consider it done, my dear,” he said and went to the sink. He pushed up his sleeves and his bracelets far enough that he could wash his hands without getting anything else wet, and Isera couldn’t help the smile tugging on her lips as she watched him from the corner of her eye. It wasn’t uncommon for Mourn Watchers, especially senior ones, to wear their grave goods as part of their daily attire, but Isera couldn’t remember the last time she had been so entranced by someone’s jewelry.
Or, perhaps, her fascination only had to do with the man wearing it.
Last night, she had asked him about his rings as she played with his hands. One had once belonged to his father, another had a protective enchantment, yet another was one that he wore simply because he enjoyed it. She remembered the feel of them against her skin when laced his fingers with her own, when he cupped her face and brought his mouth to hers, when he slipped his hands beneath her shirt….
Focus. If she messed up dinner because she was too busy thinking about Emmrich, she was never going to let herself live that down.
Isera turned her attention to the cutting board and kitchen knife she had set out earlier and began to work on preparing garlic for the sauce. Behind her, she could hear Emmrich starting on his own task.
Although everything seemed like it had gone back to normal between them, Isera’s found herself unable to relax as the silence stretched between them. Normally, bouts of silence between her and Emmrich were perfectly comfortable, but not now.
“I had a lot of fun last night,” Isera said, knowing she would drive herself mad if she didn’t at least try to talk to him about what had been plaguing her mind all day. She just had to be careful about it. Nothing too direct. She didn’t want to accidentally accuse him of something that only existed in her head.
“I’m glad to hear it,” he replied, sounding genuine. “Although, speaking of last night, there is something I want to talk to you about. Regarding when we parted for the evening.”
Anticipatory dread dropped down in her stomach, and she set her chopping aside before her nerves caused her to make a mistake. “I’ve been wanting to talk about that too. I feel like I might have misread the situation, and I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
“Isera, you didn’t misread anything.” His voice was so soft and warm that it immediately eased some of her anxiety. “You were perfect, my dear. I’m the one who ought to apologize for making you doubt yourself for even a moment.”
She glanced over her shoulder at him with a slight frown. “It was hard not to think so,” she said. “You left so suddenly. I felt like I had done something wrong and you were just making an excuse to leave.”
Emmrich sighed. “I suppose I was, but it was just…” His lips drew into a thin line as he stared at the pot as if he hoped it would finish his sentence for him. “Until that moment— If we were closer in age, I wouldn’t have given it a second thought. But with the years between us, I worried that taking that step too soon might negatively impact your perception of me.”
“But you knew that going into this.”
“I know,” he agreed, his voice soft and twinged with unmistakable shame. “I suppose it didn’t truly sink in until then.”
Isera leaned back against the counter and picked up her glass of wine, needing something to do with her hands as her stomach tied itself in knots.
There wasn’t anything she could do if he truly found himself uncomfortable with the years between them. While she would be incredibly frustrated that he hadn’t spoken up sooner, maybe even a little angry, she would accept it. She’d have to. At least he would have nipped their romantic relationship in the bud rather than waiting for it to bloom.
Isera took a sip of her wine and turned her gaze downward, mentally counting the tiles on the floor as the seconds stretched on. “So what does that mean? Do you… want to stop?”
A wooden spoon clattered against the counter. “No!” he said and crossed the kitchen in a few long strides. “No, no, no. Not at all.”
Carefully, he took the glass of wine from her and set it on the counter behind her. Then he gathered her hands in his, giving them reassuring squeeze as he looked at her imploringly. “It means I spent the entire day wishing I had simply asked you if you thought we were moving too quickly instead of making the decision for both of us.” His thumb brushed over hers soothingly and he sighed. “I let my nerves get the better of me. And for that, I’m sorry. It had nothing to do with you. I need you to know that.”
Slowly, the tension in her muscles eased as she absorbed his words. A relieved breath of laughter passed her lips. “I was worried that I had scared you off.”
“Impossible, dearest.” The warm metal of his jewelry against her skin was like a balm to her frayed nerves as he adjusted his hold on her hand. As if she were some sort of lady rather than a warrior, he brought her fingers to his lips. Without breaking his gaze, he pressed a lingering kiss to her knuckles. “Quite the opposite, in fact.”
Warmth pooled in the pit of her stomach as her heartbeat quickened, her worries evaporating into the ether. “Are you sure?” she asked, the question genuine despite the playfulness of her tone. “You might have to convince me.”
“Absolutely,” he said and took a step closer, forcing her to tilt her head back to see him. He dragged his thumb across her lower lip as he cradled her face in his palms. “But I could certainly try to convince you anyway.”
“I think you should.”
“As do I,” Emmrich whispered, his mouth brushing against hers as he spoke.
His long, elegant, fingers slid to the nape of her neck, threading through her dark hair, before he covered her mouth with his. Isera inhaled deeply as she looped her arms around his neck, breathing in the scent of him — the faint smell of his aftershave, like citrus and tea leaves, and the clean scent of his soap. His presence, his touch, enveloped her completely. It was all too easy to forget where they were.
Soft but commanding, he nudged her mouth open with a confident stroke of his tongue. She let him walk her back until he nearly had her bent over the countertop, her body pressed between the hard surface and the firm contours of his body. Despite friendly jokes claiming otherwise from Davrin and Taash, Emmrich was remarkably fit. As if to prove it, he slid his arms around her and lifted her easily onto the edge of the counter.
Her hands cupped his face as he continued to kiss her like there was nothing in the world he would rather be doing. Heat pooled deep within her as he tilted her head, exploring her mouth with satiny strokes of his tongue. She couldn’t help but smile at the delicate tickle of his mustache against her skin as his mouth caught hers again and again and again.
“Emmrich,” she breathed, lifting her mouth from his. “As much as I hate to ruin the mood… the pasta…”
His eyes widened with a brief, minor, flash of alarm. “Oh, dear.” He pressed another brief, heated kiss to her lips before scurrying across the kitchen to rescue the first batch of ravioli. “It appears they survived our momentary inattentiveness.”
Isera laughed and slid off of the counter. “I should have picked something that doesn’t cook so quickly.”
“Not sure if that would have helped,” he replied as he started on the next batch. “You could keep me occupied for hours, my dear.”
Crimson colored her cheeks, ignited by the heat in his words the spark of desire in his gaze. She swallowed. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
Emmrich stirred the pot. “So will I.”
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Author's Note: Thank you so much for reading! Comments and reblogs are always appreciated!
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Request: Hi hi!! Happy new year!! Would you be willing to write something NSFW for Viktor as his Herald Of The Arcane self? If so, maybe possibly with a chubby reader insert? Either way, thank you in advance and I hope you'll have a wonderful 2025!! — @ofironandivory
Pairing: MH!Viktor x GN!Reader
CW: suggestive, sub/dom nuances, porn without plot, I had to do a research of how his mask worked because I didn't finish watching Arcane and I don't understand if it was attached (because it matches his neck) or something like that, so I'm sorry if it feels weird, feel free to trash me if this sucks.
English isn't my native language
The air shimmered with ethereal light, each flicker of energy humming against your skin. You stood in the vastness of the astral plane, weightless yet tethered by the sharp intensity of his gaze. Viktor, in his ascendant Herald form, loomed before you—an imposing figure of geometric perfection and glowing power. His mask-like visage split to reveal those molten-orange eyes, their light seeming to pierce directly through you.
“You’ve wandered far into my domain,” his voice reverberated, a mixture of metallic resonance and something achingly human. His clawed third arm flexed behind him, the glowing purple circle at its center pulsing in time with the energy around you.
You swallowed, rooted in place, as his elongated, otherworldly frame closed the distance. His touch was surprisingly gentle when his metal fingers brushed over your bare arm, leaving trails of warmth that made your breath hitch.
“Your form…” he murmured, his voice dipping lower as his clawed hand traced the curve of your hip. “Soft. Mortal. Perfectly flawed.”
Before you could respond, Viktor’s staff shifted into the air, floating away as he took full command of the moment. His hands explored you with a calculated fervor, fingertips teasing over your exposed skin, lingering on every curve and dip. His touch felt both worshipful and possessive, as if he sought to map every inch of you.
“Show me,” he commanded softly, his voice dripping with authority.
Heat surged through you as his words wrapped around your senses. The astral plane flickered, responding to the growing tension, as you began to shed the remaining barriers between you. His golden-tipped fingers were unyielding, guiding you to bare yourself completely to his unrelenting gaze.
“You’re exquisite,” Viktor breathed, the mask on his face glowing brighter. His claw extended, its glowing circle rotating as arcs of magic danced between his fingers. The sensation of the arcane power grazed your skin, a mixture of cool electricity and fiery heat that left you trembling.
He descended on you with deliberate precision, his mechanical body pressing against your softness. The contrast was intoxicating—his cool, unyielding metal against your warmth. His hands gripped your hips firmly, pinning you beneath him as his mouth ghosted over your skin.
“You’re mine to shape,” he whispered, his voice dark and commanding.
Viktor’s clawed hand shifted to grip your wrist, pinning it above your head while his other hand explored lower. The glowing claw above you pulsed with light, creating a surreal ambiance as his touch sent shivers down your spine. His movements were precise, calculated, as though he was studying the way your body responded to him—and using that knowledge to push you further.
When he finally took you, it was overwhelming. His strength contrasted beautifully with his restraint; every thrust was purposeful, every touch calculated to draw out every gasp and moan he could wring from you. The astral plane itself seemed to respond, its light flickering in rhythm with your joined movements.
“You’ll break under me,” he growled, his mask splitting further as his molten gaze bore into you. Yet his touch betrayed a reverence, a fascination with the way your body yielded to him, how your soft curves pressed against his unyielding frame.
Each surge of pleasure left you feeling weightless, tethered only to him as he guided you through waves of ecstasy. Viktor’s control was absolute, his dominance unrelenting, yet you felt worshipped beneath his hands—an intimate paradox that left you utterly undone.
As the tension finally broke, the astral plane erupted in a cascade of light, Viktor’s body trembling against yours as his claw pulsed one final time. He leaned close, his breath cool against your skin as he whispered:
“You are a part of me now—forever bound to the Glorious Evolution.”
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hiii, your work is amazing and I love the way you portrait characters, could I maybe request yan!fyodor with a darling that struggles with self harm? how he would react to it if their darling hurt themselves as a coping mechanism or any other scenario but if it’s too dark you don’t have to write it of course i’ll understand! :)
There's nothing I wouldn't dare to try as long as I find it within reach darling.
Fyodor had always known you were fragile.
It was written in the way you carried yourself, shoulders slightly hunched, fingers twitching when you thought no one was watching. It was evident in the way your gaze would drift, lost in thoughts he could only assume were far darker than you let on.
But he never pried. Not immediately.
Why would he? A master strategist does not rip a secret from its hiding place. He waits, watching patiently, until it reveals itself.
And one evening, it did.
You had been careless. You thought you were alone. A moment of weakness, your sleeves rolled up just a little too far, and he saw.
A glimpse of red, raw skin.
His reaction was not dramatic. There was no sharp intake of breath, no widening of violet eyes in horror. Instead, he merely observed, head tilting ever so slightly, as if studying a fascinating piece of art.
"My love… what have you done?"
His voice was soft. Almost fond.
You flinched. Quickly, you yanked your sleeve down, but it was too late. His gaze had already captured you, held you prisoner in his quiet amusement.
You had seen many expressions from Fyodor, mockery, arrogance, that soft smirk when he was toying with someone before their inevitable downfall.
But this smile? This was different.
"You hurt yourself" he mused, stepping closer, hands still calmly tucked behind his back. "And yet, you try to hide it from me. How cruel, my dear."
"It’s not important."
His head tilted further, as if humoring you. "Not important?"
You didn’t answer. And that was fine. He already knew what came next. He never forbade you from doing it. No, that would be too simple, too obvious. Fyodor was far more patient than that.
Instead, he made you question it yourself.
"Tell me, my love…" he began one evening, seated comfortably in his chair as you stood across from him. His violet eyes flickered with quiet amusement. "Does it help?"
The way he spoke made you hesitate. He wasn’t mocking you. He wasn’t disgusted. If anything, he sounded… curious.
You swallowed. "Sometimes."
His lips curled in a thoughtful smile. "I see. You inflict pain upon yourself, yet the relief is fleeting. A temporary solution for a permanent suffering, no?"
You looked away.
"Then… why not something more effective?"
Your brows furrowed, confused. "What do you mean?"
Fyodor reached for your hand, gently, effortlessly. His fingers traced over your knuckles before flipping your palm upward.
"If pain is what soothes you" he murmured, "why not let me be the one to grant it?"
He did not hurt you, no. He merely suggested, the way a devil offers a deal—so tempting, so logical, that you could almost convince yourself it was your own idea.
"Wouldn’t it be easier, my dear? To leave such things in my hands?" His voice was velvet, wrapping around your ribs, coiling into your lungs.
"I could make it so much simpler for you."
You yanked your hand away.
"That’s— That’s not why I do it."
His laughter was soft. Patient.
"Oh? Then why?"
You hesitated.
Because you couldn’t answer. Not really.
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You hadn’t meant to meet him.
It was a brief moment, an accident born from circumstances neither of you controlled. You had merely been outside, alone for the first time in what felt like forever, when the infamous Dazai Osamu happened to cross your path.
His sharp brown eyes took you in too quickly, and you knew—he saw.
"Ah," he hummed, tilting his head. "I know that look."
Your breath caught. "What?"
"The look of someone trying very hard to pretend they’re fine."
It was… strange. He spoke so easily, as if he had known you for years.
For the first time, someone looked at you and didn’t try to control, didn’t try to manipulate. Dazai wasn’t kind, necessarily, but he was familiar. He understood in a way no one else had.
And for some reason, before you could stop yourself—you told him things you never told Fyodor.
You shouldn’t have.
Because Fyodor found out.
"You met Dazai."
His voice was calm.
You turned, heart hammering. He sat in his usual chair, fingers laced together, expression unreadable.
But you knew him well enough to recognize the shift in the air.
A quiet threat, veiled beneath his usual serenity.
"And?" you challenged, forcing yourself to stand your ground.
His lips curved. "And you spoke to him."
You didn’t respond.
"Why?"
A simple question. But one that wrapped around your ribs and squeezed.
"It was nothing important."
His gaze softened, and for some reason, that was worse.
"Ah… my love." He sighed, shaking his head. "You wound me."
He stood, approaching you with unhurried steps.
"I thought we had an understanding."
Your breath quickened.
"Do you not trust me?" he continued, voice gentle. "Do you believe I cannot soothe you in the way you need?"
You shook your head. "That’s not it—"
"Then why turn to him?" His fingers brushed against your cheek, a lover’s touch masking a noose tightening around your throat.
You clenched your fists. "It was a mistake."
"Yes," he agreed. "A mistake."
His gloved fingers trailed down your arm, slow, deliberate—until they reached your wrist. His grip remained featherlight, but you knew he could break you if he wished.
"You understand why I cannot allow that again, don’t you?"
You nodded.
"Good girl."
And somehow, in that moment, you felt guilt.
Not because you had spoken to Dazai.
But because Fyodor had endured it. Had been patient with you, despite your transgressions.
Your lips parted, and before you could stop yourself—the words slipped out.
"I’m sorry."
His smile widened.
And just like that, the web wrapped tighter around you.
Because now, you were the one apologizing to him.
At first, Fyodor’s patience seemed unchanging. He remained soft-spoken, ever indulgent, a shepherd gently guiding you back into his arms. But something felt different. A shadow in the way his fingers lingered when he touched you. A weight in his gaze, as if he were waiting for something inevitable.
You thought you were imagining it.
Until one night, when you woke to find yourself not alone.
A dim candle flickered on the bedside table.
And Fyodor sat at the edge of the bed, watching you with violet eyes that gleamed in the low light.
"Did you think I wouldn’t know?"
Your blood ran cold. "Know what?"
His smile was faint.
"You tried again."
No... You had been careful. You had waited until you were alone, ensured that no trace of your actions could be found. Yet now, beneath the thin fabric of your sleeve, you felt the sting of fresh wounds.
He knew.
Before you could react, his hand latched onto your wrist.
His grip was like iron.
"Shall I see it for myself, then?" His voice was still calm, but there was something new beneath it. Something dark.
"L-Let go."
His fingers didn’t loosen. If anything, they tightened, fingertips digging into your pulse. You felt it. His power.
"You are testing me, my dear" he murmured, thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles against your skin.
"I have been patient. I have been kind. But tell me—must I truly remind you of what happens when my patience runs out?"
You opened your mouth—then froze as he leaned in, his lips mere inches from your ear.
"Shall I break something this time?"
"W-What?"
His grip on your wrist shifted, slowly, deliberately bending it just enough for you to feel the hint of tension.
"If you are so intent on hurting yourself," he whispered, "then allow me to do it for you."
The unspoken implication struck you like ice-cold water.
He wasn’t saying he would kill you.
But he would make you regret it.
"Perhaps a broken bone?" His fingers trailed up your arm, slow and deliberate. "Or maybe I should take something away instead. Hm?"
His free hand moved to your throat, thumb pressing lightly, just a whisper of pressure.
"Would you like to learn how fragile you truly are?"
Terror gripped you, drowning out everything else.
"Stop" you whispered, voice barely audible.
He sighed, as if disappointed. "Then stop making me remind you."
And just like that, his grip vanished. His hands fell away, and suddenly, it was as if nothing had happened at all.
The only evidence of his warning was the lingering ghost of his touch and the way your pulse thundered in your ears. Fyodor straightened, brushing nonexistent dust from his coat.
"I do hope," he murmured, "that I won’t have to repeat this lesson."
And with that, he was gone, the flickering candlelight casting shadows on the walls.
And you sat there, heart hammering, mind spinning, body frozen in place, realizing just how close you had come to something you could never undo.
You had seen patience. Now, you had seen the edge of it.
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